Chapter 274

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Brevis Icefield.

Bone-piercing cold wind howled, whipping up snow that filled the sky; visibility was less than fifty meters.

The Poison Blade Tank's engine let out a muffled roar, laboring forward on the thick snow.

Dominic rode his exotic beast mount, galloping beside the tank, his face showing not a trace of cold or fatigue, only excitement.

These past two days, they had wandered aimlessly across the ice plains, searching for traces of the Frost Dragon.

The Frost Dragon wasn't found, but they ran into quite a few roving Green Skin squads.

That suited Dominic just fine — he'd been itching for a fight.

Every time they encountered Green Skins, he would be the first to charge in, swinging his Power Axe, plowing straight through their ranks.

His Personal Guard Squadron and the Silent Sisters were all battle-hardened elites; their coordination was seamless, their combat power staggering.

The largest encounter was nearly a thousand Green Skins.

The result: in under twenty minutes, they slaughtered every last Green Skin, while his squad suffered virtually zero casualties.

Over two days, Dominic's hunting squad had killed at least five or six thousand Green Skins.

Among them were more than a few Big Guys, letting Dominic get his fill of one-on-one duels.

But Dominic never forgot his true objective.

"Adult, there's a small Savage Tribe ahead." An escort rode back on a motorcycle from forward reconnaissance, reporting loudly.

"Savages?" Dominic's eyes lit up.

"Go, let's take a look — they might know the Frost Dragon's whereabouts."

The group sped up, heading toward that Savage Tribe.

This was a very small Savage Tribe, only a dozen or so tents.

Seeing the fully armed Imperial Army, the tribespeople all hid in fear.

Only a few old, weak, sick, and disabled holding stone spears stood trembling at the tribe's entrance.

Dominic dismounted, walked up to an old savage, and asked in Gothic Language: "You — do you know where the Frost Dragon is?"

The other party looked bewildered, clearly unable to understand the Empire's official language.

Fortunately, Dominic had brought that Zeta-grade Psyker escort; she not only possessed Mind Reading, but was also a top-tier translator.

She relayed Dominic's words to the old savage; upon hearing the three words "Frost Dragon," the old savage's face instantly turned pale.

He dropped to his knees with a thud, facing the direction of the Ice Plains Deep, kowtowing repeatedly, muttering under his breath.

The other savages likewise fell to their knees, expressions utterly devout and fearful.

Dominic and Ralph exchanged a glance, both seeing "indeed" in the other's eyes.

It seemed the legend of the Frost Dragon had taken deep root in these savages' hearts.

After communicating for a while, the other party seemed unwilling to tell them more about the Frost Dragon's rumors.

But Dominic, who had traveled across star systems, had plenty of experience in how to get on the good side of local natives.

Without a word, he went back out onto the ice plains, killing Green Skins left and right.

This time he didn't leave the Green Skin corpses to be buried by wind and snow; instead, he severed every head.

He also had the Fleet airdrop a crate of Supplies.

Carrying the Green Skin heads and a large crate of Supplies, Dominic returned to that Savage Tribe once more.

And indicated he was a devout believer of the Frost Dragon, with a blood feud against the Green Skins who harmed the ice plains.

This visit to seek the Frost Dragon was to obtain its guidance and drive out those hateful Green Skins.

Seeing hundreds of Green Skin heads and abundant Supplies, the old savage first bowed once more toward a certain direction.

After a good long while, the old savage finally stopped kowtowing.

He raised his head and said in a trembling voice: "God, the Divine Dragon, dwells in Double Peak Mountain......"

"Double Peak Mountain?" Dominic asked urgently, "Where is Double Peak Mountain?"

The old savage extended a withered finger, pointing toward a direction in the Ice Plains Deep:

"Over there — that is the Divine Dragon's Sanctuary; mortals cannot approach; those who approach all turn into Ice Sculptures."

Having spoken, he kept kowtowing nonstop, chanting "Divine Dragon, forgive us."

Dominic looked in the direction the old savage's finger pointed, but saw nothing.

But the dispatched Fighters soon located the target.

Amid the sky-filling wind and snow, two towering peaks reaching into the clouds could faintly be seen, nestled tightly together like a pair of twin sisters.

Double Peak Mountain.

The Frost Dragon's habitat.

Dominic's heart began pounding with excitement.

He'd searched for a day — finally a lead!

"Excellent!" Dominic shouted excitedly, vaulting onto his mount, "Depart! To Double Peak Mountain!"

"Adult!" The Bodyguard Captain hurriedly blocked him.

"Double Peak Mountain is the Ice Plains' deepest part; the terrain is complex, the climate harsh, and it's said to harbor large quantities of Monsters — far too dangerous."

"Danger?" Dominic grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"The more dangerous the place, the more likely it is to hide Mythic creatures!"

"Depart!"

He spurred his mount's flanks, the strange beast let out a hiss, and galloped off toward Double Peak Mountain.

Ralph watched his excited back, shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly followed.

In the Sky, the Thunder Fighter squadron howled, flying toward Double Peak Mountain first.

No one noticed that behind a huge ice rock not far behind them, a Silver figure silently manifested.

Sorin watched the departing Hunting Squad, a trace of complex radiance flashing in her red eyes.

She raised her wrist and pressed the Communication Device's button.

"Target is heading to Double Peak Mountain."

"Received, watch your safety." Lin En's voice came from the Communication Device.

Sorin turned off the Communication Device, her figure once again merging into the wind and snow filling the sky, tightly following behind the Hunting Squad.

And the Savage Tribe people also looked at the frozen steak and the Hell Laser Gun that could shatter three-meter-thick ice blocks with one shot, and fell into thought.

"Target is heading to Double Peak Mountain, estimated arrival in three hours."

A cold electronic voice came through the Encrypted Communicator, carrying the sound of the howling wind and snow.

Inside the Governor's Mansion, Lin En's gaze turned somewhat grave.

The other party had finally found clues after all.

"Three hours... not enough." Lin En's voice was low and urgent.

"Lena, how long does the Excavation Python need to transfer all units?"

"At least four hours." Lena's voice rang out in his mind.

"The Underground Passage is too narrow; to move the remaining hundreds of Experimental Subjects and residual materials, the tunnels need to be expanded."

"If they go in now, they will definitely discover traces!"

Lin En took a deep breath, pressed the Communication Device's button again: "Sorin, buy me some time."

"Just need one hour, one hour is enough."

The other end of the Communication Device fell silent for a few seconds.

Sorin's figure was hiding behind a huge ice rock, watching the snow dust raised by Dominic's Hunting Squad in the distance.

A trace of hesitation flashed in her red eyes.

Delaying time meant she had to take the initiative to strike; once exposed, her identity could no longer be hidden.

This was nothing, mainly the relationship between her and Lin En......

But she recalled the civilians in Bottom City whose eyes had reignited with hope, recalled everything Lin En had done for Brevis over this half year.

"Fine." Sorin softly spat out a single word.

"I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee I can definitely delay them for an hour; they're pretty formidable."

"Thank you." Lin En's voice carried a trace of gratitude.

"No need to thank me." Sorin's tone returned to its usual cold severity.

"I just don't want to see Brevis turn into a piece of scorched earth."

Communication cut off.

Sorin put away the Communication Device, her gaze landing on a Squig corpse half-covered by wind and snow on the distant snowfield.

Her originally tightly furrowed beautiful eyebrows relaxed.

Want to reasonably delay time, what's more suitable than Green Skin?