"What is this, tell me? We've been here for 10 days, and this deathly aura still hasn't dissipated. How are we supposed to report to Central? Two human top Evolvers, with hundreds of missiles from City Z aimed here, and we can't even get in. This is so damn humiliating!" an iron-tower-like Level 8 Evolver roared at Zhuge Feng, Lóngshān, and Lóng Yī.
A hovercraft flew overhead. Inside the cabin sat two Level 8 Evolvers. One was Zhuge Feng, and the other was presumably the Level 8 Evolver from City SH. "Alright, alright, why are you in such a hurry? The highest level in this world right now is Level 8 Evolver. Can they really overturn the heavens? Don't you see the deathly aura has lessened these past few days? We can go down in two days at most," Zhuge Feng said, holding a glass of red wine, towards the iron tower.
"That's right, 'Sir Wutong,' don't rush it. Besides, we've already successfully captured City Y. All their subordinates are here with us and have all confirmed that their top brass are all below. Such a potent deathly aura that even you two highness can't endure it. I truly fear they might die inside. If they really die, then we'll have no way to explain ourselves to the higher-ups," Lóngshān chimed in.
"The mission given to us by the higher-ups is to obtain the method for evolving to Level 7-8. Back then, a few of us pooled the nation's strength, countless lives, and scientists worked themselves to death twice before we reached Level 8. How could they possibly obtain any evolution method? If you ask me, we should just launch missiles and wipe them out," the Level 8 Evolver Wutong protested.
Zhuge Feng tossed him a bottle of wine. "My niece is in there. And the higher-ups explicitly want us to bring back the Unicorn and the Xuanwu. How could they part with such potent mutated beasts?" "Hmph, I think you're just unwilling to part with your niece." It seemed the two often bickered, and Zhuge Feng ignored him.
Lóngshān stepped in to mediate. "Both of you, please stop arguing. We should focus on the mission. If Zombies produce Level 8 Evolvers, it would be a doomsday catastrophe for humanity. We can't exactly use nuclear weapons, can we?" He was indeed skilled in politics. Zhuge Feng and Wutong remained silent, their mouths glued to the wine bottles.
(End of Chapter)
"What is this, tell me? We've been here for 10 days, and this deathly aura still hasn't dissipated. How are we supposed to report to Central? Two human top Evolvers, with hundreds of missiles from City Z aimed here, and we can't even get in. This is so damn humiliating!" an iron-tower-like Level 8 Evolver roared at Zhuge Feng, Lóngshān, and Lóng Yī.
A hovercraft flew overhead. Inside the cabin sat two Level 8 Evolvers. One was Zhuge Feng, and the other was presumably the Level 8 Evolver from City SH. "Alright, alright, why are you in such a hurry? The highest level in this world right now is Level 8 Evolver. Can they really overturn the heavens? Don't you see the deathly aura has lessened these past few days? We can go down in two days at most," Zhuge Feng said, holding a glass of red wine, towards the iron tower.
"That's right, 'Sir Wutong,' don't rush it. Besides, we've already successfully captured City Y. All their subordinates are here with us and have all confirmed that their top brass are all below. Such a potent deathly aura that even you two highness can't endure it. I truly fear they might die inside. If they really die, then we'll have no way to explain ourselves to the higher-ups," Lóngshān chimed in.
"The mission given to us by the higher-ups is to obtain the method for evolving to Level 7-8. Back then, a few of us pooled the nation's strength, countless lives, and scientists worked themselves to death twice before we reached Level 8. How could they possibly obtain any evolution method? If you ask me, we should just launch missiles and wipe them out," the Level 8 Evolver Wutong protested.
Zhuge Feng tossed him a bottle of wine. "My niece is in there. And the higher-ups explicitly want us to bring back the Unicorn and the Xuanwu. How could they part with such potent mutated beasts?" "Hmph, I think you're just unwilling to part with your niece." It seemed the two often bickered, and Zhuge Feng ignored him.
Lóngshān stepped in to mediate. "Both of you, please stop arguing. We should focus on the mission. If Zombies produce Level 8 Evolvers, it would be a doomsday catastrophe for humanity. We can't exactly use nuclear weapons, can we?" He was indeed skilled in politics. Zhuge Feng and Wutong remained silent, their mouths glued to the wine bottles.
(End of Chapter)
"What is this, tell me? We've been here for 10 days, and this deathly aura still hasn't dissipated. How are we supposed to report to Central? Two human top Evolvers, with hundreds of missiles from City Z aimed here, and we can't even get in. This is so damn humiliating!" an iron-tower-like Level 8 Evolver roared at Zhuge Feng, Lóngshān, and Lóng Yī.
A hovercraft flew overhead. Inside the cabin sat two Level 8 Evolvers. One was Zhuge Feng, and the other was presumably the Level 8 Evolver from City SH. "Alright, alright, why are you in such a hurry? The highest level in this world right now is Level 8 Evolver. Can they really overturn the heavens? Don't you see the deathly aura has lessened these past few days? We can go down in two days at most," Zhuge Feng said, holding a glass of red wine, towards the iron tower.
"That's right, 'Sir Wutong,' don't rush it. Besides, we've already successfully captured City Y. All their subordinates are here with us and have all confirmed that their top brass are all below. Such a potent deathly aura that even you two highness can't endure it. I truly fear they might die inside. If they really die, then we'll have no way to explain ourselves to the higher-ups," Lóngshān chimed in.
"The mission given to us by the higher-ups is to obtain the method for evolving to Level 7-8. Back then, a few of us pooled the nation's strength, countless lives, and scientists worked themselves to death twice before we reached Level 8. How could they possibly obtain any evolution method? If you ask me, we should just launch missiles and wipe them out," the Level 8 Evolver Wutong protested.
Zhuge Feng tossed him a bottle of wine. "My niece is in there. And the higher-ups explicitly want us to bring back the Unicorn and the Xuanwu. How could they part with such potent mutated beasts?" "Hmph, I think you're just unwilling to part with your niece." It seemed the two often bickered, and Zhuge Feng ignored him.
Lóngshān stepped in to mediate. "Both of you, please stop arguing. We should focus on the mission. If Zombies produce Level 8 Evolvers, it would be a doomsday catastrophe for humanity. We can't exactly use nuclear weapons, can we?" He was indeed skilled in politics. Zhuge Feng and Wutong remained silent, their mouths glued to the wine bottles.
(End of Chapter)