Chapter 697 Promise
The violent suppression ended extremely quickly, and the entire battlefield echoed with the sound of cracking bones and the reverberation of explosions.
The spirit suckers and their enslaved race, the originally fierce resistance team, are now reduced to ten.
Those mind suckers and gray dwarf slaves who were lucky enough to survive were forcibly suppressed by the management's operators and put on special [Reality Stabilizing Anchor Shackles]. These shackles were specially designed to hinder the spirit suckers. The mind of the person casting spells.
“Get up!”
A heavy-armed operator with horns knocked on his shield, signaling the mind-theater who had first insulted the Authority to get up. This mind-theater was very lucky. When the conflict broke out, a bolter blasted his right hand into pieces. As a result, he immediately lost his combat effectiveness and fell down from mid-air, wailing in pain. This also allowed him to escape the most brutal violent suppression.
At this moment, the prisoners were roughly lifted up. They had long lost their original arrogance and were all in a state of embarrassment.
Many of the spirit suckers' tentacles drooped, their eyes full of fear and unwillingness, while the gray dwarves had despair on their faces and crawled at the feet of the operators.
Diwu~Diwu~Diwu~
In the distance, several prison vans bearing the logo of the Administration drove into the battlefield.
These cars are painted in dark black with a red Honkai Impact Authority emblem printed on the side. They are equipped with monitors and protective guardrails on the roof, and the rear doors are thick and equipped with security locks.
The design of the prison car is extremely strong. The seats in the car are fixed with steel chains. Every prisoner will be locked in the seat and cannot use any means of escape.
The operators escorted the arrested people into the car one by one. The prisoners groaned in pain during the escort, but no one dared to resist - the special operator's bolt gun was pointing Their brains, they appear extremely well-behaved in front of the operators who hold the "truth".
The operators escorting the prisoners held [Psychic Explosion Shield] and were always on high alert, ready to respond to any potential counterattack at any time.
As the sound of the prison car closing echoed in the air, everything gradually returned to calm.
Mole, who was standing in the command position, calmly monitored the entire situation. His mechanical arm shone with a cold luster, and battlefield data and situation reports were constantly scrolling on the display screen.
[The special operator has submitted a task to the administration! ]
[Task name: Illegal protest and suppression of the spirit suckers in the Hell's Kitchen area! ]
[Mission time: 10:20AM-12:00PM]
[Mission location: New York City·Hell’s Kitchen area]
[Operation goal: To quickly suppress the illegal and violent protests of the Association of Mental Drainers, to ensure public order and the safety of residents, and to prevent racial violence incidents from causing larger-scale social harm——]
[Number of people killed: 59 mind suckers and 127 slaves were killed
Number of people captured: 20 mind suckers and gray dwarf slaves were captured
Equipment seized: All weapons carried by the rebels have been seized , and transferred to the research department. ]
[Operator status:
Seriously injured operators: 5
Slightly injured operators: 15
The medical department has been contacted! ]
[Battlefield cleanup: In progress, all finishing work is expected to be completed within 6 hours. The restoration of city buildings and public facilities will be carried out in partnership with Speed Construction. ]
While reporting the situation to [Adam] and the Secretariat, Mole swept across the battlefield, with vigilance in his eyes. He did not relax due to the explanation of the suppressive action.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a figure. Someone was walking towards him in the distance, and there was a figure who seemed to be dying floating beside him.
The mole took a closer look and saw that the visitor was tall, with blond hair and golden eyes. He was wearing a decent black formal suit and a black hat on his head. He was holding a silver cane in his right hand and playing with it casually with his left hand. There is a cube glowing with blue-purple light - it is the [Thought-Destroying Cube].
The blue-purple light flickered slightly, as if to declare its terrifying power.
And Azaz, the leader of the spiritual suckers floating behind him, had his limbs completely broken and was hanging limply.
The originally upright tentacles have now lost their luster, their eyes are dim, and their whole body is still twitching slightly, obviously suffering from great pain and despair.
His face was covered with blood and dust, his clothes were torn, and his limbs were twisted like twists and turns.
As Xia Xiu approached, Mole quickly stood at attention, his eyes full of respect, bowed his head deeply and saluted:
"Your Excellency Abraham, the battle is over, and all hostile elements have been suppressed. . The next cleanup work is in progress, please rest assured."
Xia Xiu looked at the situation in front of him and the orderly operators around him, and nodded with a smile. A hint of appreciation:
"Robert, you did a very good job. Your operators also performed very well, with well-trained firepower and accurate firepower."
The mole nodded slightly and replied solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Director, for your approval. This is what we should do." The leader of the spirit suckers behind him was thrown to the ground like trash and hit hard in front of the mole.
With a slight noise, the previously arrogant leader of the spirit suckers now had broken bones all over his body and huddled on the ground in pain. He was now unable to even make simple telepathic calls.
After experiencing the initial appreciation, the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven suddenly changed his tone and pointed directly at the mole:
"You have done a good job, but you can do more. OK.”
His golden eyes flickered slightly in the blue-purple light of the cube in his hand, as if to remind them of the huge crisis they had just encountered.
"If this thing in my hand breaks out, I'm afraid the names of dozens of operators will be added to the death list of the Administration today."
The mole's pupils shrank and he stared closely. Holding the cube in Xia Xiu's hand.
Although he didn't know what it was, the oppressive feeling of spiritual feedback made him break out in a cold sweat, and his intuition told him that this thing was very dangerous.
He immediately lowered his head and said in a heavy tone:
"It's because our intelligence collection work was not sufficient enough and we did not obtain the opponent's potentially lethal large-scale strike weapons in advance."
Xia Xiu sighed, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes:
"You did try your best, but this incident exposed a bigger problem - the management team's task force was short of manpower. Moon Rabbit's Moonwatcher Force, your Mole Science Society, Blue Bull's Assault Hand... …Although these troops have their own strengths, the number is still too small. Covering the entire new world, the future junction and all the hubs of Terra, it is obviously beyond their capabilities.”
Xia Xiu paused, his eyes locked on Mole. The mouse continued with a somewhat meaningful tone:
“The Kingdom of Heaven can give you firepower, ether algorithms and sufficient resource support, but manpower has always been the bottleneck.
Covering the New World area near Hell's Kitchen is fine, but when your mission expands to the borderlands and edge areas, this stretched situation will become more and more obvious. "
He paused for a moment, tapped his cane, and said with a hint in his tone:
"Furthermore, don't you think that you and the other three special operators are in the second stage of thaumaturgy? Has the state of being a manifest person been stagnant for too long? "
After hearing Xia Xiu's words, Mole's heart suddenly shook, as if some long-sleeping ambition was quietly awakened.
His usually calm and restrained face was also at this moment. Unable to conceal his emotional fluctuations, his lips trembled slightly, and even his originally steady breathing became a little faster at this moment. He looked at Xia Xiu, his eyes ignited with excitement and desire, as if the long-awaited moment had finally come. Arrival.
His mechanical hand clenched slightly, and the originally cold metal also trembled a little in the tense atmosphere. Behind this action was the turbulence in his heart.
His mouth opened, and he didn’t know how to speak for a while. There was a little hesitation and shock in his voice:
“You mean...the Barbatos mentioned before... …”
Mole’s expression quickly changed from shock to excitement, and he seemed unable to believe what he was hearing. His eyes were locked in Xia Xiu's golden eyes, as if he was confirming whether all this was true.
That trace of nervousness and that trace of expectation were intertwined into complex emotions on his face at this moment, making him look both excited and awed.
Xia Xiu smiled slightly, and the silver cane in his hand tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp echo. The sound reverberated in the air, confirming the guess in Mole's heart.
This echo seemed to open some kind of opportunity, and it also made Xia Xiu recall the [Solomon Keys] he had mastered, as well as the glorious years in the past - his role in the Great Mother God incident The [Folful] obtained during Journey to the Center of the Earth, the [Barbatos] obtained during the Journey to the Center of the Earth, the [Elig] and [Forkaros] obtained in the Iberian War, and the [Sri] obtained in the recent Green Day incident. Tuo La] and [Bu Ne].
Now that he has mastered six [Solomon's Secret Keys], he couldn't help but sigh:
Solomon's incarnation holders will indeed attract each other!
If this trend continues, maybe he can really collect seventy-two [Solomon's Secret Keys] for the Kingdom of Heaven, completing an unprecedented feat.
However, it is simply a waste to hold these powerful secret keys in your hands and not use them.
Now is the time to enhance the hard power of the Administration - this idea flashed in his mind.
He turned to look at Mole, with some memories, he was thinking about the name of the holder of [Barbatos] who was tricked to death by him during the underground civilization war.
“Have you ever heard of Joseph Brantley?”
Hearing this, the Mole straightened up instantly and replied without hesitation:
"Of course I know. He is the Holy Builder of the Gear Orthodox Church and one of the pioneers of the Industrial Cathedral of the Daeva Empire! We all had to learn his hymns when we were children."
Speaking of this, Mole's tone With some yearning and memories in his heart, he began to recite the hymn about 'Saint Joseph':
"The great Joseph, he is the guardian of the process and assembly line. The rotation of every precision gear is Under his guidance.
In the endless iron and steel, the great design of the industrial cathedral was born. He built a bridge between machinery and the sacred and laid a solid foundation for the future
Under the instruction of the supreme think tank, Barbatos reappeared in the world, shaped by Saint Joseph, a new type of giant god. It is the embodiment of iron and electricity, and the continuation of the great master.
Praise be to Joseph, the Holy Builder, who has passed down the ways of mechanics and allowed all things to reshape their glory in his hands. ”
When Mole finished reciting the poem, his whole person was solemn and solemn. Although he was a member of the [Maxwell Sect] and was disdainful and disgusted with the Orthodox Church’s way of restricting the spread of knowledge, he was The pioneers of the [Industrial Cathedral], those who have not completely abandoned the ideal of "industrial sanctification" are still full of daydreams and...envy.
After Xia Xiu listened quietly, a strange look flashed in his eyes. , secretly complaining in his heart:
“The people of the Gear Orthodox Church are really quite smug, why does this hymn feel so stinky? Wouldn’t all the pioneers of the Industrial Cathedral be so flamboyant? ”
He did not speak out his thoughts frankly, but changed the subject, with a hint of regret in his tone:
"The poetry is good, and you memorized it very well. However, I have some very sorry news to tell you - Joseph is dead, and there is no trace of him left."
"Huh?"
Mole's face froze instantly.
The solemnity and solemnity were replaced by endless confusion in an instant, as if what the director just said was a big joke, which was difficult for him to understand.
He looked at Xia Xiu blankly, his lips slightly opened, but unable to make a sound.
Regarding the underground civilization, the only people who know about it are the Heavenly Kingdom, the professor team at the University of Michigan, and the Orthodox Church.
The Kingdom of Heaven and the University of Michigan obviously have no interest in spreading this matter widely.
As for the Orthodox Church where a Holy Builder died, they must have dealt with this matter with a secretive and secretive attitude of revenge.
So although the ‘Great Joseph’ was tricked to death, he is still alive in the hearts of many believers and the outside world.
"Joseph Brantley is dead?" This made Mole unable to accept it at once.
How could the majestic "holy builder" of the Gear Orthodox Church and the "legend" of the cathedral just... die?
A look of astonishment and confusion appeared on his face. He seemed to be digesting this huge contrast in his heart, and even his own thinking stopped for a moment.
The sudden blankness in his heart made him feel that all his admiration and praise instantly lost their footing.
He stood there blankly with his mouth open, as if there were thousands of gears turning in his mind, but none of them could successfully mesh and operate.
Countless poems and praises about Joseph flashed through his mind, the glorious deeds he had memorized during his childhood studies, which had served as ideal role models...
Snap!
Dead?
Looking at Mole's silly expression, Xia Xiu couldn't help but want to laugh, but managed to hold back.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly:
"Well, the way he died... I guess telling you will increase your disillusionment."
Xia Xiu continued:
“Listening to your poem, it’s obvious that you know that he is the designer of Barbatos’ steel skeleton, but you don’t know that he is also the current driver.
Hmm , Maybe he was not the driver before, and he took over later, so you are surprised."
Mole's expression is still confused, and he seems to have not recovered from his confusion.
Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows and smiled at the mole:
"I'm telling you this because I not only obtained the secret key of Barbatos in the Earth's Core Civilization, but also found the lost mechanical city-state Amoni City." Mole's pupils shrank slightly, and finally There were some reactions, the inner earth civilization, the Amoni city-state...
These words seemed to evoke some memories of mechanical mysticism deep in his heart.
Xia Xiu continued:
"At the same time, I also found a wise man there who was lost in the city-Mr. Brass."
"He possesses a lot of lost city-state knowledge and mechanical drawings. Some time ago, for some reason, he has been staying in the Alchemy Engineering Department of the Kingdom of Heaven.
A few days ago, I have applied to transfer him to the Management Bureau as a post. Mechanical consultant. Moreover, I plan to transfer him to your Science Association."
Mole's eyes finally refocused, and the shock in his heart seemed to be diluted a bit by the new information.
He nodded, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he still could not completely calm down his emotions.
Xia Xiu looked at Mole, smiled slightly, and continued:
"Your secret key slot is faster than the advancement speed of Moon Rabbit and Green Bull, so it should be just a step away. Mr. Brass can help you achieve a breakthrough. You can take this opportunity to redesign Barbatos' Steel skeleton."
A trace of excitement finally appeared on Mole's face, and the confusion in his heart disappeared instantly.
He looked at Xia Xiu, with excitement and expectation in his eyes:
"You mean...I can..."
"That's right," Xia Xiu Nodding slightly, "You can prepare to design your own mechanical master incarnation skeleton, and be ready to join the ranks of masters."
Mole's eyes were full of unconcealable excitement and shock, and his heart was tumbling. He had lost his composure too many times today. In fact, every piece of news from the director impacted his outlook like thunder.
Xia Xiu looked at the excited Mole and smiled slightly.
Among the three current special operators of the Administration, the one he admires most is Mole.
As the leader of the Science Society, Mole never let him down.
Mole's mood swings did not last long. After a moment of silence, he quickly regained his composure and once again showed the demeanor that a calm and calm special-class operator should have.
He looked at the director without saying too many words, but suddenly bowed deeply to Xia Xiu.
The meaning of this bow was tacitly understood by both of them.
Mole was expressing his gratitude and respect, but Xia Xiu did not stop his move and had no extra courtesy.
After the mole bowed, Xia Xiu casually threw the cube in his hand towards the mole accurately.
The blue-purple light drew an arc in the air, and the mole steadily caught the terrifying [Thought-Destroying Cube].
Then, the silver cane in Xia Xiu's hand gently poked the spirit sucker leader who was lying on the ground as limp as a dead dog.
This guy's limbs were completely twisted and deformed, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to resist.
Xia Xiu glanced at the mole and said with a touch of coldness in his voice:
"Take this guy to the interrogation department. I want to get something from his watery brain. Some useful information.”
“The appearance of such a dangerous thing in this world has completely violated the treaty between the Kingdom of Heaven and the New Alliance.”
Xia Xiu said, paused slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his golden eyes, and he was obviously aware of this kind of thing:
"It is estimated that some Xinmeng agency is stealing from others and colluding in smuggling. "
The mole nodded slightly, his eyes flashed, and he already understood what the director meant.
As he was about to turn around and leave, Xia Xiu continued:
"Ask the Secretariat to send a diplomatic notice to the Ilishid Kingdom and publish it in the name of the Kingdom of Heaven."
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He slowly turned the silver cane in his hand and finally said:
"If they still want to make trouble, then it won't be the Administration and the New Alliance who will play with them."
The Mole lowered his head slightly and replied respectfully:
"Yes."
Then, he turned around, held the [Thought of Destruction Cube] in his hand, and personally escorted the body covered with scars, The leader of the spirit suckers walked towards the prison car with a desperate look on his face.
The limbs of the leader of the spirit suckers have been ruthlessly broken, his face is full of pain and humiliation, and his eyes are full of fear and despair.
He has become a complete prisoner and is about to usher in the next few steps of the 'Great Memory Restoration Technique'.
As Xia Xiu said, after he experiences all this, he may be left with an indelible impression on the land of Terra and the hospitality here - of course, that is if he is still alive. Come out of the interrogation room.
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Xia Xiu watched quietly as the management team escorted the prisoners away until they disappeared from sight.
He narrowed his golden eyes slightly, then raised his left hand and made a special gesture. His index finger and thumb formed a pistol posture, and he aimed lightly into the distance. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Buckle lightly.
"Bang——"
He made a firing movement softly, the movement looked unusually casual and cynical.
At the same time, in the distance, several penguins that had been crawling on the front line of the war-torn suppression suddenly screamed.
The cameras they use to capture scenes of frontline suppression are all kinds of weird. Some cameras look like items from the wizarding world, decorated with detailed magic runes and strange wand handles; there are cameras with a steampunk style, and the body is covered with gears, copper pipes and Clockwork; some cameras look more like synthetic biological machinery. When the lens is turned, it can make a whispering sound similar to a biological.
There is even a camera shaped like a retro record player, with the camera lens shaped like a small record.
“Holy shit!!!”
“I spent three months’ salary to buy a Porter camera!!!”
“Quack!! My 2077 limited edition Camera! ”
Just after Xia Xiu made that "bang" gesture, these cameras exploded one after another, with lenses and bodies flying everywhere, making harsh mechanical tearing sounds.
The explosion shocked these penguins so much that they made a sharp "quacking" sound. They retreated in a hurry and did not dare to move.
The remains of the camera lay on the ground emitting black smoke and smelling of burning.
Those Penguin reporters who wanted to take precious pictures could only laugh and stood there stupidly, not daring to make any more moves.
Their eyes looked forward in unison.
At this moment, the blond young man retracted his gesture, gently took off the black top hat on his head, and nodded slightly towards them. His movements were graceful, but his eyes held an unfathomable meaning.
The penguins watched from a distance as his lips moved slightly, as if to say...
"I remember your body shape. If you dare to spread rumors, next time you will lose your head." You guys are going to blow up.”
Obviously, Xia Xiu, the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, is very obviously dissatisfied with the penguins at the Wand Man newspaper who write "ambition reports" for him all day long.
At this moment, the penguins were very wise and quickly raised their fat wings - yes, it was the penguin's short, wing-like hands, covered with thick feathers, doing Made a funny gesture of surrender.
Their small eyes were full of fear, and their chubby bodies looked even more clumsy.
The scene suddenly became funny. The chubby postures of several penguins and their feeble surrender with their wings raised made the tension in the air instantly dissipate.
Seeing this, Xia Xiu in the distance smiled lightly, slowly put the hat on his head again, raised his feet and left.
As he lifted his feet, a glowing [Mobius Strip] appeared under his feet.
Slight ripples appeared in the air, and then his figure gradually blurred, as if blending into the air, and the whole person slowly disappeared in the ripples.
It wasn't until the figure of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven completely disappeared that the penguins lowered their wings with a look of fear on their faces, looked at each other, and their tension gradually eased.
A taller penguin stood in the center of the team. He was stout and the black and white feathers on his body looked like he was wearing a tuxedo. He also wore steampunk-style goggles on his head.
"Huhuhu~quack, I almost died in the line of duty."
He sighed heavily, and the cold sweat on his wings seemed to have not completely subsided.
At this moment, a slightly shorter penguin jumped out indignantly. His figure was more rounded than other penguins, and he wore a small red scarf with the logo of the Wandman Newspaper Company tied around his neck. It looks very funny.
He said angrily: "Gah ga ga! How can he be so domineering! We are extraordinary reporters! We have the right to interview! Boss, should we go back and polish the article on the newspaper's headlines and give him a good meal! ”
The words just fell.
“Pa—!”
The penguin known as the “boss” slapped the penguin’s head hard, making a crisp sound.
The old man was tall, wearing an old-fashioned windbreaker, his wings were shaking slightly, and his face was serious.
He glared at his men and shouted mercilessly:
"Quack, shut up! I don't want to be a 'penguin grilled whole wing' yet! Do you want us to be served to the dinner table?"
His eyes were full of majesty and a hint of anger, "That person's mind is smaller than a needle... Ahem, I mean, that person has already remembered us, and you still dare to write! The box is full You are so brave when you are going to be punished by us? Are you stupid when you are confronting others on the mental retardation forum?”
The little penguin covered his head that was so painful that it showed on his face. With an awkward smile, he immediately shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything more, his eyes full of regret and fear.
The Penguin reporters looked at each other and immediately fell silent. They all bowed their heads in resignation.
"Then today's..." Penguin, wearing steampunk goggles, looked at his camera with a heartbroken expression.
"Ahem, cough, put it on the newspaper's public account." The boss said with a cough.
"Who would have thought that we would have so many ideas today and directly encounter a mobile disaster... You all should write an internal article about meeting the sword-wielding man today and show it to the people above. We almost failed because of this. Died in the line of duty - we must be paid three times the salary and equipped with new equipment."
"Also, the report about today must be polished before publication."
"What. Style?" The red scarf who just proposed a fierce attack asked.
"What style do you want me to teach you!!!" the boss said, "How dare you continue to spray!?"
"Oh oh oh, I know..., I will collect it. All the praise topics are for that person and the administration." The red scarf lowered his head and replied with great sincerity.
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