CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 409: AUDIENCE OF THE SHELTER (REQUESTING SUBSCRIPTION)

The sudden attack caught a few slow-reacting mechanical doppelgangers off guard, engulfing them into the mouth of the monster from the ground. After that, the earth continued to tremble as one by one, fat and large-sized monster bugs, with wide mouths, burst from the ground, lunging at Pei Yan.

Without the element of surprise, Pei Yan and the other mechanical bodies easily evaded these attacks, their figures ascending into the sky. Just then, a giant hand suddenly extended from the blood-red mist above, grabbing towards Pei Yan.

"Quick, dodge! Don’t let yourself or your mechanical bodies be caught into this red mist. You’re not capable of withstanding such an attack right now." Lin Junzhao’s voice warned urgently in Pei Yan’s mind.

Pei Yan knew the danger of this thing without being told, and immediately lowered his altitude. But at that moment, another giant hand extended from the sky, snatching a mechanical doppelganger that didn’t evade in time, seemingly about to drag it into the mist.

"Don’t let it be taken! Forget about those mechanical bugs, but not this one; that mist will analyze your abilities. Self-destruct the doppelganger if you must, but don’t let it be taken!" Lin Junzhao exclaimed.

Boom, a blast echoed from the sky as Pei Yan watched the mechanical unit initiate self-destruction, blossoming into a brilliant firework in the air. The giant red hand was blown away, dispersing into a cloud of blood mist, with foul red liquid sprinkling down like rain towards the earth.

Since flying wasn’t an option, Pei Yan could only face a ground battle. With a soft sigh, he asked in his mind, "You’re familiar with this thing? You knew the situation here, didn’t you?"

Silence followed, as Lin Junzhao adopted an ostrich-like demeanor, ignoring Pei Yan’s questions, a reaction he was prepared for. Stretching his arms to retract the other mechanical doppelgangers, his form descended, gliding low towards the distant ground.

At that moment, whether it was the jaw monsters erupting from the ground or the slave worms encountered earlier, seeing Pei Yan’s descending form, they surged forwards like a tide once again. Pei Yan retreated while firing electromagnetic cannons occasionally at the giant bugs from underground that were closing in.

Suddenly, a faint humming noise reached Pei Yan’s ears, followed by Sifuer’s voice abruptly asking, "We’ve safely arrived at the shelter, are you still alive?"

"Alive!" Pei Yan responded after launching an attack using the voice translator.

After a brief silence in the headphones, Bailang’s voice once again sounded: "You said that thing could transmit your imagery; can we watch your fighting style?"

Darting left and right while choosing a battleground suitable for him, Pei Yan slightly furrowed his brow upon hearing this. With prospects of dealing with these people for a long time in the future, it seemed necessary to exhibit his strength to alter their perception of psychic beings as weak, so they could engage on equal footing.

With this thought, Pei Yan decisively released several miniature drones, accompanying him for filming, transmitting the images outward.

Watching the light screen suddenly projected by the drone in her hand, Sifuer nearly dropped it, but Bailang swiftly caught it. Gazing at the four perspective angles locating Pei Yan appearing in the screen at the shelter, the crowd marveled aloud.

"Is this the scout claiming to be from the Foundation Plane you met on the way?" Rafael, the temporary manager of Woodland Shelter, coldly asked looking at the screen.

"Yes!" Bailang softly answered, an unnoticeable hint of discontent flashed in his eyes. Unlike him, expressing his displeasure subtly, the hellhounds in the team emitted a series of low growls expressing their anger.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "This kid’s not as great as you say, right? Not afraid of the bloody catastrophe? Is that exaggerated?"

No sooner had these words fallen, someone chimed in, "Indeed, look at him now, he’s being chased and fleeing miserably. Humph, after the Kataraga Autonomous Territory was wiped out, has your insight diminished too? Psychic beings? What powerful individuals can appear in an energy wasteland?"

These words directly ignited the fury of Sifuer’s team. Aside from Bailang, the two men and one woman among them waved their large hands, three longswords materializing in hand, pointing at the person uttering arrogant remarks coldly, "Apologize to our leader, or I’ll slit your throat."

"Bah! Noble leader my ass! It’s nearing armageddon and you’re still putting on aristocratic airs, just a bunch of stray dogs." The outspoken man recklessly disregarded the longsword pressed to his throat, pushing aside a skull-shaped wine bowl in his hand, spat on the ground. With his words, a group stood up inside the shelter’s bar, longswords advancing towards Sifuer’s team.

Just as clashes were about to spark, Rafael, who had been quietly watching with cold eyes, coughed, dissatisfied, and barked low, "At such a time! Still engaging in internal conflicts to deplete your strength? Casro, apologize to Miss Sifuer; maintaining courtesy towards the descendants of the Demon God is our tradition. If you’ve forgotten your parents’ teachings, I don’t mind personally reminding you again!"

Upon hearing this, Casro looked at the devilish woman with a sword-tip pressed against his throat, then glanced at Rafael standing behind her with hands folded, reluctantly lowering his head and muttered, "Honorable Miss Sifuer, I just spoke recklessly due to drinking too much, I hope for your forgiveness."

After his apology, Rafael’s gaze shifted to Sifuer standing beside him, and she smiled faintly, "Hel, put away the longsword; the descendants of the Demon God shouldn’t bleed unnecessarily over trivial matters."

"Do you see? This is the nobility’s grace!" Rafael clapped his hands with a smile, then looked at the drone in Bailang’s hand, licking his lips and said in a deep voice, "Regardless of this person’s actual strength, this alchemical device capable of transmitting imagery is really superb! Our light shadow spheres cannot transmit messages under the bloody catastrophe, yet this small piece can transmit normally. If we could procure more such devices from this person, future operations outside would be much easier." Speaking up, Rafael glanced at Bailang with a smile and asked, "How do you plan to handle this scout from the Foundation Plane?"

"Exchange information with him, understand the situation in other planes, think of ways to transmit the local conditions; we need reinforcements, relying solely on ourselves we can’t win this war."

Upon hearing Bailang’s answer, Rafael nodded in agreement, but a cunning smile emerged on his lips: "These need doing, yes, but before that, I think we ought to first detain him and have him disclose the method of creating those steel puppets with technology, or at least ascertain how many such puppets exist in the Foundation Plane, and get him to hand over the puppets at his disposal to us."

"Humph, is he a fool? Hand over such precious puppets for free?" Hel, retracting her longsword, snorted and ridiculed from behind Sifuer.