CHAPTER 310: CHAPTER 310: NONE DARE TO LIE

On the battlefield.

A series of explosions erupted.

Most of the shells missed, but two hit their targets, flipping over two motorcyclists and a truck in the process.

One of the motorcyclists was the commander.

"Report!" the commander shouted angrily as he stood up.

"We’ve come under enemy artillery fire! Three wounded—four, counting you, Commander."

"Keep it brief!"

"Yes, sir! Four wounded, one armored troop carrier, and two ’Doomsday Warhorses’ were destroyed."

"Damn it! We’re retreating for now, and when they come out of cover, we’ll strike them!"

The soldiers on the damaged truck climbed onto their comrades’ motorcycles or the intact truck, and the squad quickly began to retreat.

The motorcyclists scattered, but...

This time the artillerymen only aimed at the truck.

The truck attempted to dodge, but it was already damaged.

Its three wheels and some internal components were destroyed by shrapnel, causing it to eventually overturn.

Inside were dozens of soldiers, but they managed to jump out before the vehicle hit the ground.

The soldiers in the cover were firing regular shells so as not to scare the enemy away.

Lin Yi didn’t want to let any of them escape.

They might have their own camp, and it was surely filled with tempting spoils of war.

As he anticipated, the enemy didn’t choose to flee on foot but decided to launch an attack.

The motorcyclists divided into two groups, trying to encircle the small fortress.

But the defending Earth Mage skillfully dug a series of small pits.

Causing several of their motorcycles to overturn and fly dozens of yards, severely damaged upon impact.

Of course, these pits didn’t stop the attackers.

But they still had to slow down and navigate around these traps.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose, and a sandstorm surged around the fortress.

The Wind Mages in the cover, all with third-level skills and equipped with Mage Gloves, could control their magic better.

They were fully capable of manipulating this storm!

The wind howled around the fortress, raising a 15-meter-thick wall of dirt, dust, and sand.

Although the storm was large in scale, the mages could quickly change its speed and expand or shrink its range at will.

"What is this, some kind of skill? I’ve never seen anything like it before," a soldier murmured.

"What do we do, Commander? We can’t see them!" a scout shouted.

"They can’t see us either. Stick to the plan to encircle them, but don’t get too close; it might be a trap.

Do they want to engage us in close combat? Ha!

If so, they’re in for a big disappointment.

Because of the sandstorm, they’ve also stopped firing; they’re digging their own graves!"

A hundred infantrymen rushed towards the fortress.

The motorcyclists had completely surrounded it and assumed attack positions.

They cooperated in pairs to provide mutual cover—a time-tested tactic.

Some of them could even understand each other without speaking; they had defeated countless enemies with this efficient teamwork.

Once the infantry entered within 40 yards of the sandstorm, it suddenly expanded, enveloping the entire squad.

If these warriors weren’t wearing level 4 armor, the sand would have stripped their skin off instantly.

Even so, their visibility was almost zero, and the constant sound of stones hitting their helmets was highly distracting.

"Clever, but useless against us. Attack! Capture the enemy commander!"

The infantry and motorcyclists charged into the sandstorm for a full assault, but...

Behind the sandstorm, a massive fire wall suddenly rose, with the raging wind mixing flames and sandstorm into a hellish sea of fire.

Everyone within 200 meters of the fortress was ignited by this burning vortex.

"Everything’s in order! Stop the casting!" Lin Yi shouted after hearing Melanie’s report.

He glanced over the battlefield and laughed.

"Looks like we’ve just invented a new combo attack method."

All the enemies were burned alive, and even the sand melted into coarse glass.

Following Lin Yi’s orders, the fortress was dismantled, and the enemy’s bodies were checked for any signs of life.

The soldiers took their equipment and put their charred corpses into the cold storage...

"This... was unexpectedly easy."

"To be honest, I was prepared for casualties, but I guess they underestimated us. By the way, what about their mecha?"

"Destroyed by the artillerymen."

"Make sure there are no survivors. If there are, capture them. We can’t let them discover our situation."

"Understood, Boss!"

The soldiers quickly cleared the battlefield and were then sent back to the cover.

Besides the spoils, they also found some skill books! A total of 33, all copies.

Among them, 16 books are about combat reflexes, 9 are skills related to vision, and 8 are for enhanced endurance.

The captured enemies received first aid.

The enemy’s skin is slightly pink, nose small, body slender, and eyes extremely narrow.

In short, this time they harvested 132 sets of Doomsday Warrior Armor and 30 Doomsday Warhorse Motorcycles.

Of the 71 AP-1 Type Guns, about half were destroyed by the fire and cannot be repaired.

Even those that can be repaired would be very expensive to fix.

It was already late, so Lin Yi decided to have dinner and sleep in the bunker instead of returning to Earth.

But before that, he sent a message to the Rusted Fortress, informing them that the Titan had been eliminated, along with the invaders.

A few hours later.

The boss was creating a new task list on his phone.

It read:

Talk to the World Heart Snake to see if it can lock down the store on the newly acquired Ark.

Translate the magic book obtained from the Ark, and don’t forget to involve that irritable old guy.

Have all Earth Mages advance to at least Level 5.

Find out what that core is and what good things can be obtained from it.

"I’ve got to talk to the snake... I already forgot..." Lin Yi said, then yawned long.

"I’ll do it tomorrow. I need to get some sleep."

The moment his head touched the pillow, there was a knock on the door.

He knew it was Chen Youyou.

During that negotiation in Cologne, all the women kept their eyes glued to the laptop, trying to learn a masterclass in the art of seduction from Leia.

Before Chen Youyou could say a word, Lin Yi dragged her into the room, threw her onto the bed, took off his robe, and unleashed his pent-up pressure and desire.

...

In the morning, during breakfast.

"Solomon, how are the knights doing?"

"They are burying the dead, mourning the fallen, and nursing their wounds, and we’re conducting a comprehensive survey of all residents now.

Many Argonans have health issues due to their previous lifestyle, such as E. coli infections, gastritis, poor healing of old injuries, and other problems."

"Understood. Regina, how are the housing arrangements coming along? Any thoughts?"

"The Argonans are accustomed to a certain lifestyle, and they are... extremely uneducated and conservative, so considering constructing a small medieval-style community."

"That’s a good idea, but if so, they will never integrate into our society. Or it would at least take too long."

"...I was thinking, the buildings could appear medieval on the outside, but inside they would be equipped with the same facilities as the others.

The only difference is that Argonans are used to buying meat from the butcher’s, and vegetables and grains from the market, so we’d keep things as they are, which would help them integrate."

"Hmm... It’s an interesting idea, you and Natasha are doing well in this regard, approved! We should turn their community into a special attraction."

"That’s what we were thinking," the little girl said while sipping her coffee.

Her favorite cup was so large that she had to use both hands to hold it.

Lin Yi looked at her and then glanced at Professor Mark, who had turned about forty.

Due to his skills, he looked significantly younger, but all the girls did, too.

Natasha now looked just 16, so she essentially did not change much, with slightly pinker skin.

Other girls also looked more beautiful.

Lin Yi noticed the mysterious expression on old Mark’s face and asked: "Do you have something to say?"

"I developed the pills."

"Pills?"

"Uh, yes... remember I was researching those unusual fruits produced by the bugs raised by Siri?

Well, thanks to my skills, I successfully identified the substance they use to generate virus immunity.

It can’t be used to produce a ’return’ vaccine, but it can certainly provide temporary immunity."

"That’s great! How long can it last?"

"It depends on the concentration of the substance, but the maximum duration is six hours.

Currently, one fruit can make three pills.

If I reduced the duration to three hours, I could make six pills. Reducing it to one hour would yield nine."

"What skill level is needed to make it? And what level of virus can these pills resist?"

"They are all ’Third Level,’ but I plan to simplify the formula to lower the required skill level. However, the yield per fruit will decrease."

"Hmm, at least you and Azarus won’t be using the Skill Reset Potion to research this, approved. We need as many of these pills as possible."

After breakfast.

Lin Yi and Solomon talked about the captives.

They had gathered a lot of information from the captives overnight, including intelligence on their base and temporary camps.

These mecha pilots are tough nuts, and they have chips implanted in their heads, which is why they can pilot mech first.

To make them talk, they had to be fed alive to zombies and then healed, and then fed to zombies again.

This was repeated until the captives confessed.

If information was provided by only one pilot, it might be worthless, but if information was obtained from two pilots, the results could be compared.

They all dared not lie...