Chapter 116 What should we do to make the island fly?
Dragon City, Dragon Pavilion.
Today's conference room was a bit noisy. Soul engineers of level seven and above gathered together. The large conference table was covered with detailed topographic maps, island structure analysis, and instruction manuals for various level nine customized soul guide shells.
Each level nine fixed soul-guided artillery shell has different effects and usage methods, which adds a lot of uncertainties to the blasting mission.
But there was no way. These soul mentors had just been notified not long ago that the superior leaders wanted to know why the island could fly, so they had to discuss day and night how to arrange the ninth-level fixed soul guide shells to achieve the effect of blowing the entire island into the sky.
Thanks to the current patriarch of the Qiangu Family, they were able to calculate the area of Poseidon Island from those cultural relics maps that were tens of thousands of years old and create a high-precision three-dimensional model.
Although combined with the ninth-level soul-guided cannon, the ninth-level custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells can even strike across half of the continent, but after several days and nights of discussion, most soul masters believe that without considering their own safety, from It would be safer to strike at high altitude or directly install level nine fixed soul-guided artillery shells on Poseidon Island.
As for who will launch or install it, it is not within the scope of this group of technicians' consideration. After all, the master's request is just to blow up the island, so that the final discussion result has a sense of disregard for the life and death of the leader.
The bosses only need to launch the ninth-level fixed soul-guided cannonballs, but they have to consider more than that. The detonation sequence, the control of the energy release of the nine-level fixed soul-guided shells, and how to maximize the use of the island's natural terrain to guide the explosion energy are all issues that technicians need to consider.
Anyway, the Qiangu Patriarch wanted to go into battle in person to avenge the destruction of Wuhun Palace.
Long Xiaoyao ordered the soul mentors to leave, leaving only Extreme Douluo to participate in the subsequent discussion.
Mu Xing ignored the eager black-haired young man beside him and calmly sketched precise blasting routes on the map. Each route went through a lot of rigorous calculations to ensure that the power of the ninth-level fixed soul-guided artillery shells could be maximized. Play it out.
The young man blinked his ice-blue eyes and looked excited, "Pavilion Master, I have made arrangements for my funeral, and I am fully capable of carrying out this blasting mission!"
On the other side, the expressions of Long Xiaoyao and Rong Yu were indescribable. Colleagues who have worked together for many years usually seem to be quite out of touch, but in fact they are indeed crazy.
"Panlong, I don't think this mission needs to cost the life of an Extreme Douluo." Long Xiaoyao showed a disapproving expression, "Young people should cherish their lives more."
Although the Qiangu family leader is nearly over a hundred years old, he is still a child in Long Xiaoyao's eyes.
Does Dongling see himself this way? An inappropriate idea came to Long Xiaoyao's mind.
"No, Dragon Emperor, you don't understand hatred." Panlong Douluo shook his finger at Long Xiaoyao, "When everything you believe in is taken away, all you have left is revenge."
"But if you have been stuck in the dark past for a long time, you can't predict what kind of beast you will wake up." Long Xiaoyao seemed to be looking at an ignorant child, "Don't rush to die, this mission may not involve anyone here. "
"Qiangu Jingyin, I don't intend to let any of you die in vain. Twin Spirit Ultimate Douluo like you are rare talents, so I suggest that you take the time to go home and withdraw your will." Mu Xing said. Beginning, "Long Xiaoyao, maybe you are right, retribution will never end, because the two injuries can never be offset. For the truly injured party, true satisfaction can only be achieved in two ways: complete forgiveness, or using Death washes away sin. But this is not a story about forgiveness."
"What a stupid thing to expose hatred on the surface! We should be modest and polite, and then kill with one strike..." Rong Yu kept a decent smile. Originally, she had no enmity with Poseidon Island, but there were people under her command. Several caravans disappeared in shipwrecks, which annoyed her even more than Emperor Xingluo expelling her men from the city. But most extreme douluo have their own set of principles for doing things. It is too easy for Rong Yu to twist off Xu Jiawei's head. The most cruel revenge is not killing, but killing the heart.
"It's just that if something like this happened in Poseidon's dojo, wouldn't Poseidon intervene? After all, Wuhun Palace failed to incorporate Poseidon Island 10,000 years ago." Rong Yu didn't want Dragon Pavilion to do a loss-making business, although her words might It touched Qiangu Jingyin's sore spot, but Ultimate Douluo's life was also his life.
"If the gods want to punish us, they must first let us get what we want." Mu Xing raised his eyebrows, "Today is different from the past. I don't want to recruit them, I just want to blow them up."
Since the superiors have already said so...
Suddenly, in a corner of the conference hall, the void began to twist, as if invisible hands were tearing at the fabric of reality. A deep space crack appeared out of thin air, like a crack that suddenly bloomed in the dark night, with the cold wind from the north howling in. .
"Remember to knock on the door, friend." The three Extreme Douluo looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, but their expressions returned to their original state after Mu Xing spoke.
Di Tian held a dragon-shaped token emitting deep purple light in his hand. He gently tossed it and drew an elegant arc. The token seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and slid towards the end of the conference table. , just stopped under Mu Xing's fingertips.
Rong Yu looked at the format of the token calmly. The senior staff of Dragon Pavilion all had a privately customized pass, with their martial spirits engraved on it using gems or metals of different materials. And on this token The dragon looks very similar to Long Xiaoyao's dark holy dragon martial spirit.
"I thought so too, but the pass has expired." Di Tian unceremoniously sat down next to Mu Xing. To be honest, he was a little unhappy. He hadn't visited Dragon Pavilion in hundreds of years. He couldn't even enter the gate, and he had to take Huo Yuhao away. Pick it up and brush your face.
It feels like you have to look at other people's faces when entering your own home.
Mu Xing gently pushed the token and let it slide in front of Rong Yu, "Update his permissions as soon as possible to the highest level."
"Yes." Rong Yu put away the token respectfully. She originally wanted to ask Long Xiaoyao about the true identity of this unfathomable man. Looking at Long Xiaoyao's expression, he obviously knew him.
The title of friend is not uncommon, Mu Xing will occasionally call them this, but now that the identity token is in her hands, her curiosity can always be satisfied.
"Have all the commissions been completed?"
Di Tian nodded slightly, "Of course. But I also have some more interesting gains, about..." What he finally uttered was not a simple vibrato, but an obscure syllable that could almost feel the resonance of his throat.
The coiled dragon disappears in the mirror, and the colorful phoenix moves low on the curtain.
The unique martial spirit of the Qiangu family, the Panlong Stick, and this poem happened to come to mind, so the name of this original character was decided.