Chapter 223: Aomde, Commendable Soul Friend

Boundary Gate Exotic Realm Area, exotic world, 4:45 PM.

Boundary Gate Sculpture Impression Hall had already become ruins, and even the surrounding buildings could not escape.

But fortunately, all of this is merely a projection reflected from the exotic world.

All the destruction here is unrelated to reality; although under the legal constraints of the "Exotic Space Spell System Regulations", all legitimate exotic-space spells used to protect buildings and property are required to join the "Projection System Spell Group".

Under the effect of the "Projection System Spell Group", reality will see the phantom of the exotic world, which also makes it easier for firefighters or police to assess disaster and case situations.

Firefighters naturally aim to rescue the victims trapped in the exotic world, while police usually face two choices.

——to enter the exotic world and engage in combat

——or to wait outside for an ambush

Police necessarily have the means to intervene in other worlds; this is a basic requirement for police bureau operations, the only question being whether to get involved.

"What do you say?"

Boundary Gate Exotic Realm Area, in front of the undamaged Boundary Gate Sculpture Impression Hall, seven police cars were parked simultaneously with three armored vehicles of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau.

Moreover, many mechanical police officers maintained the operation of the magical cordon to prevent onlookers and journalists from crossing the line.

Those with the means to intervene in other worlds are not limited to law enforcement alone.

"The detection of the dimensional quake is genuine, but since we've already opened the exotic barrier, there's no rush."

The Executor wearing the insignia of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau said, looking up at the Sculpture Hall above, where the massive octahedral glass wall reflected the two colossal machines, yet also the towering chalk beast and the flood-ink-made beast horde locked in struggle.

From time to time there is a fleeting flash, but whenever it appears it is inevitably conspicuous: a surging wave accompanied by a sonic boom impacting the metal.

It's just a bit windy.

Whether it's the special metal of Pedan Star or the Garatolon alloy with abnormal physical properties, neither is easily shaken by mere physical force.

Such formidable strength like that of Anyou Oubu is naturally a height that the two Ager people cannot hope to reach.

Seeing that scene, the Executor had no intention of belittling it; he simply turned his head to look at the mechanical police officers assisted by other police in maintaining the cordon, as well as the noisy exotic-domain citizens and journalists, and said calmly: "First, make sure there are no unrelated personnel. Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. has already made a promise over there; we can wait for them half an hour."

"If it can't be resolved in half an hour, or if casualties occur, we should move in; for now, let's first set up the battlefield."

"Understood!" The officer saluted, turned, and passed the order down layer by layer.

Both the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and the Terra Safety Bureau are superior to the police headquarters and can directly command the scene to issue mobilization orders.

Compared to the local police headquarters, the Two Worlds Safety Bureau is obviously far more tolerant of external assistance from companies, enterprises, mercenary teams, and the like.

After all, their work targets are not high; having someone help share the burden is naturally not a bad thing, and besides, Rhodes Island's stance there is to take full responsibility, not to cooperate—so even if they fail, it wouldn't be considered causing them trouble.

The Two Worlds Safety Bureau welcomes such applicants in this form; regardless of ability, they will not drag this side down.

So, can it be resolved in half an hour?

The Executor was thinking that when suddenly he heard someone shout; turning his head, he saw a motorcycle in the distance crash into the swiftly reacting crowd, then immediately slam into the supposed impregnable cordon barrier, violently breaking through while still accelerating!

Transforming into a flame-spewing demon war chariot, it charged straight into the exotic space that should be immune to interference from inanimate objects!

"Ah this..."

"Whose motorcycle is this?"

——

Lin Dun: "Cosmic Robot, Golden Ancient Bridge, weight either forty-eight thousand tons or fifty thousand tons, height 55 meters."

"Given that mechanical products mostly aim for mass production, unless the body has been specially modified, these values won't change much; in short——"

"Except for the head and eyes being able to emit laser attacks, the most important thing to note is——it is a mechanical body composed of four aircraft, which can either combine or separate!"

Doctor: "You mean it will split into four parts to attack?"

Lin Dun: "Exactly."

"When it splits into four aircraft, not only does it become more agile, but all four aircraft fire lasers simultaneously; in a certain version, when this state suffers a heavy blow, it will crash from overload."

Doctor: "Is it this version?"

Lin Dun: "No, it's pure silver; the bright and dark-bright chest is the second generation, but I'm not sure whether this weakness exists."

Doctor: "Is that all?"

Lin Dun: "No, pay attention to its right arm's Pedsunium rocket cannon; that can fire explosive-effect ammunition and also serve as a close-range blunt weapon. Finally, there is the Pedsunium shield that encircles the whole body."

"Only then is it all."

Doctor: "Really troublesome."

Lin Dun: "Actually, the more troublesome one is another enemy, the Civilization Arbiter: Garatolon, usually called the White Dragon for convenience."

"But is my saying this too long-winded; should I simplify further?"

Doctor: "That's just fine; it doesn't hinder my command, please continue."

In the East District, 120 li away from the exotic realm Boundary Gate Sculpture Impression Hall, the top-floor executive office of Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., a white-haired man reclined on an ergonomic chair as if burdened with too many accessories, simultaneously conducting communication and sliding his hand across a bar on one side of the screen.

Before him hung a screen marked with the bar; by constantly raising his hand to toggle it, he displayed different codes, combining them into command transmission far swifter than speech, thereby causing the battlefield developments shown on the screen ahead to continue following his intent.

ke4, rc8……resembling the "Dragon Style Variant" once chosen by a certain integrative leader.

This is chess notation, but the operatives don't all understand chess, and the real battlefield changes far more instantly than a board, so he still needs PRTS.

PRTS, the Rhodes Island Company Central Control System, and also an excellent auxiliary system for the Doctor, capable of using his authored algorithms to refine his instructions into clearer ones that operatives can understand, issuing them downward.

He was already conducting command with ultra-high-density ciphered instructions; such swift command could make up for the time lag in information transmission on the other side.

It would not be the case that, because they said too much over there, this side would already have been completely wiped out.

But after all, his subordinates are not mere dummies; in combat itself, they each have their own understanding, far surpassing his own.

Therefore his command is not about interfering with their combat details, but rather letting them avoid direct attacks as much as possible to ensure the direction of the situation.

So when he heard the abilities of that 'White Dragon', he immediately asked:

"Mr. Lin Dun, can you make a move?"

Mr. Lindon, can you take action?

Ah?

"The civilization's adjudicator composed of material parts surpassing Earth's physical laws: Galatron." As the Doctor spoke these words, his gaze naturally fell on the comprehensive battlefield image given by the camera team maintained and dispersed by Urban, and his fingers continuously issued different orders to multiple operatives.

In fact, Operative Urban should have been an effective combatant; assigning him as the person in charge of the camera team is rather luxurious.

But he who had once received salvation through the baptism of some collective power instead developed an abnormal perception—namely, an abnormal sensitivity to that collective's divinity.

As long as Operative Skadi's condition does not improve, his combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed.

At present, only the power of Operatives Nian, Xi, and Mosutima can directly damage those two mechanical giants; Operative Skadi, due to her abnormal condition, cannot use the primal power meant to achieve balance, making the situation unfavorable unless the power initially considered is employed, though the person concerned seems not yet proactive enough.

After all, according to that person, Galatron's strength has already exceeded his expectations.

The battle machine manufactured to reset civilization, while broadcasting the song of destruction from its chest core, can also emit beams; it bears a left-arm armament capable of emitting a beam sword and a right-arm apparatus able to detach into wireless floating cannons, and the 'Galatron Axis' resembling a tail at the back of its head, like an arm, can flexibly grasp heavy objects and also serve as a whip.

Moreover, with a magic-circle-style shield that can at any time release reflective energy to supply... compared to Golden Ancient Bridge, it is more like a weapon born for destruction.

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Faced with such a war machine, when the Doctor noticed that the power of Operative Xi and Operative Mosutima was indeed blocked by that magic circle, he realized that the enemy severely restricts the energy supply of spellcasters.

One must rely on pure martial strength, for relying solely on the giant beast constructed by Nian and Xi is far insufficient.

Perhaps from the start we should have included the Order operative and the Mudrock operative... Regrettably, it's now too late to regret, and moreover, the former has not actually been stationed at headquarters, and deploying them would also take time.

"What is needed to deal with Galatron is more physical strength; I need your assistance."

"Uh... but I'm still looking for a certain team member."

"A certain team member?"

"A certain team member who didn't obey commands from the start, and after the building turned into ruins, remained motionless; although ignoring them wouldn't matter, I thought I should still show a little concern."

Upon hearing this, the Doctor glanced at the team roster that directly synchronized each operative's physical condition:

"You mean Operative Lapulande? Her heartbeat and blood pressure are somewhat high, indeed indicating high-intensity activity."

"Oh! You can actually confirm that? Then you must know her location."

"Frankly speaking, perhaps you shouldn't be concerned about her condition; there are simply some things one shouldn't look into."

"If it's something I can't handle myself, at least I ought to ensure that no team member dies for no clear reason."

"That might draw hostility… but looking at your data, you probably don't mind; fine, I'll send you the coordinates—it's not far from you."

"Oh… indeed, just fifty meters away."

【Lin Dun also said:】 "However, Doctor, I am merely a temporary worker of Penguin Logistics; this mission also serves as a position as a monster consultant; Rhodes Island headquarters should be able to reinforce easily." "Rhodes Island will give you extra remuneration."

"This isn't about money; mainly I've recently felt constantly dragged into such—" "Can Penguin Logistics offer double?"

"No no no, Doctor, you've misunderstood; I mean," "Triple—I know you have opinions about my previous arrangements, but this matter involves a lot, and such an arrangement won't drag you in."

"Opinions? What opinions? None, the Doctor's sincere efforts have moved me deeply; I'll go dismantle Galatron later!" The fighting spirit burned on the other end of the call.

Then suddenly he suppressed: "By the way, will Doctor Kexi and Miss Amia have any opinions?"

"No."

"All right, boss! Penguin Logistics delivers on its mission!"