newbobooks Chapter 630 An Opportunity
Chapter 630 An Opportunity
Chapter 630 An Opportunity
"About this..."
Fang Xin raised his head slightly, his throat feeling a little dry.
He had considered various options, including secret infiltration, negotiation, and even trying to form a temporary alliance with a certain force... but he never imagined such a simple and violent decision.
The Dragon Group does have sufficient combat power at present. In addition to the resources brought by Fang Xin, a large number of fresh blood have been added from the agents of the Demon Supervision Bureau, the resistance army, and the Old Chimney's men. However, it is still a bit difficult for them to challenge all the powerful forces on their own.
Even if they succeed, the price they pay will be extremely high.
He subconsciously looked at Tang Zijun, the person who was like a pillar of strength in his heart and who had created the feat of killing gods. At this moment, there was no extra expression on the other party's face, only an almost cold calm.
Fang Xin knew the power Tang Zijun possessed—the power to shatter epochal gods head-on. If Tang Zijun wanted to, let alone a narrow pass, wiping out the opposing forces outside along with the monsters in the canyon would probably be as easy as snapping his fingers.
But... is this really a good idea?
Is it to crush everything like a bulldozer, sending blood and flesh flying, turning those who stand in the way into dust indiscriminately, friend or foe? Or is it to precisely cut through the defenses and clear away the obstacles? Fang Xin's heart pounded violently, and cold sweat beaded on his palms.
He was not a soft-hearted person. Struggling to survive in the wasteland, it was impossible for him to have clean hands. But the foundation of the Dragon Group was to protect the remaining sparks of humanity.
If Tang Zijun had chosen the former, a brutal purge targeting all forces, like a divine descent, would have completely collapsed the order the Dragon Group had established in the wasteland, and the glimmer of humanity that had been painstakingly gathered together? In that case, the wasteland would have truly become an absolute hell of slaughter and destruction.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but felt an invisible force choking his throat.
Fang Xin's gaze shifted between Tang Zijun's calm face and the blinding red light of the sand table, filled with struggle and an indescribable fear—not fear of the enemy, but fear of the potentially devastating solution that the person beside him might bring.
He paused for a moment, then focused his gaze on the only woman among the three. Although it was his first time meeting Shi Yao, her graceful figure and alluring eyes revealed an incredibly sensual demeanor.
This lady might have a different idea, right?
Before Fang Xin could react, he saw Shi Yao's lips curl into a dangerous smile, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Heh... Alright, I'm itching for a fight. Leave this mission to me. I want to see the fighting power of this world."
The sound of the shaky hand was not loud, but it was like a cold, venomous snake crawling into everyone's ears.
"Whoever gets in our way, we'll take them out. It'll be a good opportunity to clean up your mess."
She flicked her finger sharply, as if to erase those marks on the sand table completely.
A viscous, filthy, and dark energy flashed past her fingertips. Though faint, it made the air in the entire tactics room seem to solidify and become heavier. Clearly, Shiyao had completely adapted to the environment here.
Hearing her words, Fang Xin felt his blood run cold.
Fang Xin had hoped that this unfamiliar woman could calm things down, but her murderous intent surpassed even that of Tang Zijun. Seeing Chang Lei's completely unconcerned attitude, Fang Xin realized that this deputy director, along with Tang Zijun and the others, were clearly not there to negotiate; they had chosen the simplest method.
Seeing Shi Yao's eager expression, Tang Zijun knew she had misunderstood, so she quickly waved her hand.
"Stop it. Don't use your tactics against heretics and demons here. Although they are not from the same world, they are still living beings. Look how nervous you've made Fang Xin."
"Boss, I..."
"Alright." Tang Zijun raised her hand to interrupt Fang Xin, then continued, "Our goal is simply to make those guys clear the way. Slaughtering and annihilating them is indeed a simple and efficient method, but in doing so, how are we any different from what the gods of the Epoch did before? The reconstruction of the wasteland still needs their power."
"I don't think a bunch of morally bankrupt lunatics will be of any help in establishing the wasteland, especially those who have been brainwashed by the gods of the era." Shi Yao turned her head away. She had heard a lot of rumors about this world along the way and had a general understanding of the people here. "If you ask me, it would be more swift to just kill them all."
Tang Zijun could only chuckle in response.
Whether they are ambitious people or people with ulterior motives, in Tang Zijun's eyes they are all a group of patients, and patients who are slow to react.
This can be seen from the Old Chimney. Apart from the resistance forces that Scáthach secretly funded, most of the emerging forces were previously leaders of small forces like the Old Chimney.
In these people's minds, the Epoch Gods were a group of beings they could not resist. They could make some small moves in the darkness that the Epoch Gods could not see, and carry out some plans to defy the Epoch Gods, but asking them to stand in the sunlight and face the Epoch Gods head-on was something they would not dare to do even if they had the guts of a wolf and the courage of a leopard. Therefore, when the news of the fall of the last Epoch God in the wasteland of this timeline came, they did not believe it too much at first.
No one could believe that the Gods of the Ages, who had ruled the wasteland for so many years and destroyed countless civilizations in the universe, had fallen so suddenly. No one could imagine who could have such power to destroy them. So it wasn't until the omnics began to retreat en masse and retreat back to their various strongholds that they suddenly realized that this matter was probably true.
In this environment, those who react quickly are more likely to gain a foothold in the new order as soon as possible. And when people are oppressed for too long, the resulting impact will be like a spring that springs forward more violently.
And the wasteland is currently in this state.
So yes, the wasteland world war is coming, and it will come. This is a new era, and a new order cannot be established without destruction.
But before that, and until it is confirmed that all the epochal gods in this world have truly perished, this war will not begin. This is why so many forces have gathered in the Valley of Oblivion—they want to verify all of this.
Whether they are human traitors who still follow the gods of the era, staunch rebels, or ambitious opportunists who want to fish in troubled waters, they all come here for one purpose: to ascertain whether the rumors about the gods of the era are true or false. Only in this way can they dare to kill each other without restraint.
But this is not what Tang Zijun wanted. He never wanted to be above this world like the gods of the era, telling the people of this world how to live and how to rebuild the wasteland. It should be these people who explore with their own hands.
Everyone present listened quietly to Tang Zijun's story and nodded silently.
"...In a sense, this is incredibly tragic, but it is also an opportunity for the Dragon Group, a real chance to make a name for themselves in the wasteland." Tang Zijun looked at Fang Xin and smiled.
"Boss, you mean..." Fang Xin suddenly understood what Tang Zijun meant.
Tang Zijun tilted her head slightly. "Let's show our fists."
With his words.
Commands were instantly transmitted through encrypted channels to every corner of the fortress.
In an instant, this colossal structure, pieced together from steel, willpower, and countless scraps, was like an ancient beast slumbering beneath radioactive dust, which was then fully awakened.
Deep underground, in the hangar, heavy alloy doors, capable of withstanding tactical nuclear explosions, roared up with a deafening hydraulic roar, releasing a torrent of pungent engine oil fumes mixed with ozone.
In the darkness, high-powered searchlights suddenly blazed on, their stark white beams piercing the darkness like sharp swords, illuminating the neatly arranged steel behemoths.
A series of menacing heavy assault vehicles, covered with welded reinforcing ribs and reactive armor, roared in the air. As their engines warmed up, their exhaust pipes spewed out scorching blue flames. The electromagnetic acceleration coils of the automatic turrets on top began to charge, emitting a chilling hum. The muzzles of the cannons gleamed with a cold, deathly light. Tracked all-terrain armored personnel carriers, like armored giant lizards, had their heavy armored skid plates on the sides snap down, revealing the hidden honeycomb rocket launchers and heavy machine gun firing ports. Several streamlined vertical takeoff and landing assault aircraft had their tail vector nozzles rotating and preheating, spewing out scorching air currents that dispersed the dust on the ground and emitted sharp screechs.
On the upper level of the fortress, in the barracks and equipment area resembling the muscles of a giant beast, the rapid and heavy footsteps, like dense drumbeats, converged in the alloy passageway. Figures poured out from various gates, rushing swiftly and orderly toward the assembly area.
They were no longer the wasteland survivors who wore tattered work clothes and had numb or desperate expressions on their faces. Now, they wore uniform Dragon Group combat suits made of high-strength composite fibers and lightweight alloys, with dark red dragon emblems on a dark gray background that gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the lights.
The team was extremely complex, yet it possessed an unusual coordination. Everyone, regardless of race or form, was silently and rapidly checking their equipment—calibrating weapon sights, refilling energy batteries, adjusting the exoskeleton's power system, and putting on tactical goggles.
The air was filled with the sounds of metal scraping, energy charging, and an extremely oppressive and chilling atmosphere. There was no noise, only a heavy pressure, like a bowstring being fully drawn, ready to be released.
The outer defensive platforms and firing points of the fortress, as well as the fixed heavy weapon arrays already deployed on the outer walls and high points of the fortress, all removed their camouflage and security locks. The huge railgun barrels slowly rose, pointing towards the Forgotten Valley. The charging indicator light turned from green to red. The multi-barreled gun muzzles of the Phalanx CIWS rotated, emitting a faint motor hum. The top cover of the long-range missile launch silo slid open silently, revealing warheads standing like fangs inside.
The entire Ash Fortress, from its deepest heart to its outermost fangs and claws, was awakening with breathtaking efficiency.
This fortress, struggling to survive in the chaotic wasteland, for the first time, unreservedly revealed its long-suppressed fangs to this cruel world.
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