Chapter 647

The clamoring Western God-Demons fell quiet once more.

Even quieter than last time — the kind of silence where not even a crow or sparrow could be heard.

What could they do? They were desperate too!

This was completely different from what had been agreed; originally everyone thought that even if they couldn't win in battle, at least it would be a fifty-fifty split.

In future meetings they wouldn't have to lower their heads to the other side.

Improve the situation in missions where hostile factions retreat three she — unless the failure count has already hit the cap.

Grudges from missions can be settled in the real world, and real-world enemies can be dealt with in missions.

This is beyond doubt.

To the Western God-Demons, the East — or rather, the Huaxia God-Demon forces — are vast, causing them to shrink back in hostile missions.

What if they fail to wipe out the enemy team, and someone files a complaint afterward?

It's not that our side isn't trying; it's that the enemy has "Gundams"!

You basically never run into Gundams in missions, but in the real world a Gundam rolls up and they have zero countermeasures.

Fortunately, our side has a new Gundam now too.

And the result?

The stage was barely set (no worry the other side wouldn't show; even if they didn't, the objective was achieved), and the people were gone!

Where can they go to reason about this!

Not finding a place to reason is actually a good thing — at least it proves no one stood before them; they can keep shrinking back for now.

Once again they safeguarded peace in the real world, and the Peace Guardians welcomed the next mission.

Also Tang Luo's twentieth mission.

"Eliminate the Resistance's vital forces, completion 0%."

The mission info surfaced in his mind.

Resistance?

This term is actually neutral, but in most films and novels it usually refers to relatively positive characters, belonging to the righteous camp.

Often fighting for freedom and such.

"So we're the bad guys? Don't know what they look like; just hope they're not like the cannon-fodder troopers from Star Wars." Tang Luo thought to himself.

Upon entering the mission world, he was directly encased in a full-body suit of armor or exoskeleton armor of some sort.

Currently pitch-black before his eyes.

A finger twitched; just as he wondered whether to simply destroy this unknown shell, Tang Luo suddenly felt his vision open up completely.

At the same time, a sensation of some power being slowly absorbed by the "shell."

"Using the wearer's own body as the drive source?" Tang Luo looked around.

He was in a place similar to a truck cargo hold.

A rectangular space, dark as ink; besides Tang Luo, there were other "shells" standing beside him and opposite.

Two rows total, pressed against the rear steel wall, no safety straps to secure them, both feet firmly "nailed" to the floor, steady as Mount Tai in the swaying "compartment."

The opposite row had six "shells" in total; including Tang Luo, both rows held twelve altogether.

Their appearance was not the ugly Star Wars cannon fodder Tang Luo had feared.

Black full-body armor, carrying a touch of ferocity, heavy with oppression, the style hard to pin down to any specific aesthetic.

At first glance it seemed rather classical, but faint, recessed patterns on its surface also gave off a futuristic tech vibe.

Including the neck and joints — everything was thoroughly wrapped, yet turning was completely unimpeded.

There was also no stiff discomfort whatsoever.

As for the head, Tang Luo saw the armored figure beside him: its face was a curved mask with no features.

Smooth all over; only at the eye positions were there recessed patterns like those on the armor.

Simply outlining the shape of eyes.

The back of the head was also covered by the "mask" extending rearward, not exposing a single inch.

Above the forehead, a strange hat connected to the mask.

The hat was a top hat, but not round; the extended brim formed an overall rhombus shape, with a notch in the center front.

The raised middle was not a cylinder but a cone; the tall pointed hat reached the length of a forearm.

Like a sharp blade piercing the clouds.

At the shoulders, a short dark-red mantle; the collar stood up, covering the mask on the face, revealing only the eye area beneath the hat.

Not only that, each armored figure carried a greatsword on their back.

The blade was broad, barely deserving the name "edge."

Slung diagonally, it nearly matched the armored figure's height — not counting the hat.

The armored figures on both sides stood silently motionless; Tang Luo saw the patterns on his own armor light up and dim with his movements.

Like red breathing lights, flickering bright and dark.

The red glow was very faint; even in this dim "compartment" it was utterly unremarkable.

"Bajie, Little White Dragon..." Tang Luo tried calling out to his two disciples; no response.

"The Gray Mist failed again?"

This thing — its "signal" is often bad, and it's always spotty right when you need it.

Suddenly, Tang Luo saw an armored figure opposite light up with a red "breathing light"; another beside it lit up as well.

Including the eye positions — as if waking from deep sleep, they came "alive."

"Little White Dragon, Bajie?" Tang Luo spoke.

The voice transmitted through the mask became low and hoarse, and also indistinct, like a demon's whisper.

"Master?"

Fortunately, both of them have extraordinary hearing and recognized this as their master's summons.

If they hadn't heard it, getting beaten up would not be good.

"Master, you've also become like this." Ao Yulie stepped forward and said.

Zhu Bajie also simply walked out.

The armored person beside them completely ignored Tang Luo and the others' actions, continuing to stand silently.

The black armor wrapped around the three of them is actually not very heavy; it feels like wearing a winter coat, and the sensation in the hands is like wearing thin gloves.

Aside from the tactile sensation being somewhat affected, movement is quite free.

It can be seen that Tang Luo and Ao Yulie are basically identical, as if carved from the same mold.

Zhu Bajie's armor is somewhat larger, after all, his original build is taller than Tang Luo and the others.

"Where's the dog?"

Tang Luo glanced at the carriage; in the corner, the Heavenly Howling Dog was lying there, sniffing around.

Upon hearing Tang Luo's call, it turned its head and let out a whimper, showing some bewilderment.

But the desire to go out is very clear.

"What's wrong?" Ao Yulie walked over; the armor made no sound as he walked.

The Heavenly Howling Dog raised its paw and made a grasping motion in the air.

"Open it." Tang Luo also couldn't be bothered to care where they are now, or whether they're on the way to suppress the rebels—first open the door, then talk.

Ao Yulie walked over and swung his hand in a clawing motion, producing a harsh scraping sound.

At the same time, the red patterns on his body lit up, with brightness far greater than before.

The "gate" was not torn apart by Ao Yulie's claw.

"Master!"

Ao Yulie turned around in surprise, "This armor is absorbing my power and using it as a power source."

"Oh?" Tang Luo asked, "What do you mean?"

"Like this!" Ao Yulie raised his hand and pushed forward; the red patterns emitted light, then dimmed again.

Some dull sounds echoed inside the "carriage."

"I was just trying to unleash a thunderbolt," Ao Yulie said, "but it was all absorbed and converted into the armor's power."

"What about skills?" Tang Luo asked.

Ao Yulie maintained his outstretched hand, then shook his head: "Useless, skills can be released, but they are also absorbed and turned into the armor's power source, becoming pure strength."

After saying that, Ao Yulie turned around and threw a punch.

The gate was blown open by his punch; it's clearly visible that the more vigorous the armor's movement, the brighter the red patterns glow.

When the punch was thrown, the colors lighting up on the armor's patterns on Ao Yulie's body were somewhat gorgeous.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar, a fierce wind rushed in, blowing the dark red cloak on the armored persons.

It's not just the sound of the "gate" being blown open, but also the sound of the entire "carriage" landing.

Not moving on the vehicle; the "carriage" itself is actually falling from the sky, and inside there is no sensation of weightlessness until the moment of landing, when it jolted once.

At this moment, Ao Yulie also just punched open the gate.

The dented and shattered gate slammed into some trees in front, "clearing" a patch of open ground.

After landing, the originally motionless pointed-armored persons had their eyes and red patterns light up; they emerged in groups of three, fish-file, scattering in all directions.

"... Hey, what about us?" Ao Yulie dazedly stared at the backs of his "colleagues."

Are we just not going to care about them?

If nothing unexpected happens, this mission has no more teammates—just the three of us.

And these armored persons seem not to be intelligent beings?

For Tang Luo and the other three special ones, they show no intention of communication at all; could they be robots acting according to procedure?

But what robot carries a big sword?

"Master, should we pursue?" Ao Yulie turned his head and asked.

He noticed Tang Luo standing still in place.

"Master?" he asked again, "What's wrong?"

"It seems the umbrella transformed by Yang Chan has moved slightly." Tang Luo said.

"Yang Chan's umbrella?" Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie both froze, then simultaneously looked at the Heavenly Howling Dog.

The Heavenly Howling Dog was standing at the doorway, gazing into the distance, with a look of "nostalgia for youth," its nose slightly twitching, as if searching for something.

"Yang Chong?!"

"Yang Chong?!"

What could cause both Yang Chan's umbrella and the Heavenly Howling Dog to react simultaneously?

Besides Yang Chong, who else!

"Doggy, any scent?" Ao Yulie crouched beside the Heavenly Howling Dog and asked.

The Heavenly Howling Dog looked at Ao Yulie and whimpered twice.

It seems to have smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar scent, but where is it, and where exactly is the source of that scent?

"The umbrella just moved, but it can't indicate direction." Tang Luo said, "Looks like we need to search a bit."

The three walked out of the carriage and saw that the fallen object's exterior was not square, but spherical, though the internal space housing them is rectangular.

Moreover, as they walked out, the large black sphere melted like chocolate.

Rapidly dissolving, like liquid.

Ao Yulie deliberately looked at the ground, but failed to discover any trace of residue.

It had vanished utterly thoroughly.

"What the hell." Ao Yulie was a bit confused; did this count as black technology?

"Let's catch up and take a look," Tang Luo said; the ground beneath his feet caved in, turning into a black afterimage.

Chasing toward one of the "trios."