NIP Chapter 97 Zhou Wangyue Arrives
Chapter 97 Zhou Wangyue Arrives
The fluctuation came on strangely, and it disappeared just as strangely.
Song Chen stood still, gripping the Thunderclap Blade, looking in that direction, pausing for three seconds.
He was certain he wasn't mistaken; it wasn't an illusion, nor was there anything wrong with his mystical vision.
He memorized the coordinates of that location and looked away.
"No, the Mystic Eyes of Illusion have detected danger, so I can't take any risks."
Thinking it over, he quickly walked outside.
Lin Yu was still on guard outside. Seeing that she was engrossed in her work, Song Chen didn't care anymore and went up to her, pulling her arm and walking back.
"Let's go back to the fortress first; there's a problem here."
Lin Yu was taken aback, but still let herself be pulled along.
As the sun approached sunset, the sky turned orange-red, and the psionic particles became even brighter in the twilight.
When Song Chen returned to the fortress, Zhao Guoqiang was standing at the door, looking at the blood on Song Chen's combat suit and the residual electric arcs on the blade.
"How much has been cleared?"
"The east area is almost cleared, and the west area is a little cleared."
Zhao Guoqiang nodded, and did some mental calculations. This achievement meant that Song Chen had cleared out hundreds of alien beasts in a single day.
"Go back and rest. We'll finish the rest tomorrow."
Song Chen nodded, but did not leave.
"Deputy Commander Zhao, I have something to report."
"explain."
"While I was cleaning up the West End, I discovered on the top floor of an abandoned factory building that it seemed like someone was watching me."
Zhao Guoqiang's hand trembled, and he paused for a long time.
Are you sure?
"Sure."
Zhao Guoqiang paused again. He looked to the northwest, where the outline of the abandoned factory buildings resembled rows of broken teeth, pausing against the gray-blue sky.
He recalled the warnings from the intelligence department that there were signs of human spies in Tianhai City and the surrounding area.
"I understand. You go back and rest. I'll handle this."
Song Chen nodded and walked towards the dormitory.
……
The next morning, when Song Chen walked out of the dormitory, Zhao Guoqiang was already standing at the door.
He didn't look well.
Song Chen stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak.
Zhao Guoqiang paused for a while before speaking: "The thing you told me last night, on the top floor of an abandoned factory in the northwest direction, someone is watching you."
"I have already reported it."
Song Chen remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
Zhao Guoqiang continued, "Someone from above has already arrived. Guess who it is?"
Song Chen shook his head.
"Zhou Wangyue." Zhao Guoqiang lowered his voice unconsciously when he said those three words.
"The president of Tianhai University, a sixth-level grandmaster, has come in person."
"what?"
Song Chen was also taken aback.
Zhao Guoqiang looked northwest. The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the outline of the abandoned factory was faintly visible in the mist, like a row of paused tombstones.
"I arrived at 11 p.m. last night. I was all alone, without any attendants or guards. I just walked all the way from Tianhai City."
"When I received the report from the sentry, I thought it was a joke. When I went out to check, it really was him, a sixth-level grandmaster, standing right there at the gate of the fortress."
He turned to look at Song Chen: "He told me to let Song Chen carry out the mission as planned. Nothing else matters."
"So I won't stop you today. Go ahead, go boldly. Continue clearing out the South and North districts as they need to be cleared."
"But I have to tell you something: be careful. Although there are people watching you, it won't always be in time."
Song Chen nodded. He didn't ask where Zhou Wangyue was, what he planned to do, or why he didn't take action directly.
He shouldn't try to fathom the thoughts of a sixth-tier grandmaster; he only needs to do what he's supposed to do: clear out the strange beasts.
Song Chen turned around and walked towards the north gate.
Lin Yu was already standing at the door waiting. Today she didn't bring a gun, only a short knife and a small first aid kit.
She saw Song Chen walking over, and the expression on his face was different from yesterday. There was no tension like before, but a more relaxed, more natural, and composed look, like the kind of composure one has when going out with someone they can trust.
Where should we go first today?
"South District," Song Chen said.
The two walked out the door and disappeared into the morning mist.
On the fortress wall, Zhao Guoqiang stood by the watchtower, watching the increasingly smaller figure, took out the last cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Behind him, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the wall and landing on a young man in the distance who was walking towards the south area.
Zhou Wangyue did not follow them out; he did not need to. The spiritual power of a sixth-level grandmaster could easily cover an area of tens of kilometers.
He arrived here quickly after receiving the report from Zhao Guoqiang yesterday.
The old man squinted slightly in the shadows, his spiritual energy surging towards the northwest like a tide, silent and invisible.
The southern area is a warehouse area, which is more spacious than the industrial area in the western area.
Rows of huge warehouses, like giants at rest, squatted on the gray-brown earth, their corrugated iron roofs whistling in the wind, as if someone were crying.
The density of beasts here is lower than in the western district, but their individual strength is stronger. Most of them are at the upper level of the second tier, and there are quite a few at the third tier as well.
Song Chen walked ahead, his Illusionary Eyes fully activated.
In the golden vision, every inch of space in the southern district became transparent. The walls, roof, and floor of the warehouse all became semi-transparent outlines, and the strange beasts inside looked like glowing red dots, flickering in the darkness.
He drew his Thunderclap Blade.
The electric arcs on the blade lit up in the morning light, and the blue-white light illuminated the surrounding morning mist.
The electric arcs leaped across the blade, crackling like a flock of birds finally released from their long imprisonment.
Without hesitation or waiting, he walked directly into the deepest part of the South District.
Lin Yu stood at the entrance, watching Song Chen's figure disappear between the warehouses.
She didn't go in today. She had learned something yesterday: it wouldn't have mattered if she went in. She couldn't keep up with his pace, couldn't help him, and would only distract him.
Song Chen's figure moved between the warehouses.
A mutated wild boar of the third tier charged out of the warehouse, its tusks like two curved knives, aiming straight for Song Chen's chest.
He turned to the side, and the Thunderclap Blade slashed upwards from below, the blade cutting into the wild boar's jaw, the arc of electricity flowing into its head through the wound.
The wild boar's body froze in mid-air for half a second before crashing to the ground like a stone, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Not a drop of blood touched the blade; the intense heat of the electric arc instantly charred the wound, and the blood evaporated before it could even flow out.
[A Tier 3 alien beast has been killed, gaining 400 kill points.]
Then, he activated Thunderous Strike, and nine arcs of electricity shot out simultaneously from the Thunderclap Blade, heading in nine different directions.
Each arc of electricity precisely pierced through a wall, a door, and a window, striking the second-tier alien beast hidden deep within the warehouse.
Nine screech sounds rang out simultaneously, like a somewhat discordant chorus.
[Slayed 9 Tier 2 Beasts, gaining 380 Kill Points.]
The cleanup was done very quickly.
When Song Chen walked out of the alley between the two warehouses, the electric arcs on the Thunderclap Blade were still dancing, and there were fine scorch marks on the blade, which were the marks left by lightning on the metal.
"How much is left?" Lin Yu asked.
"There's a lot, let's continue."
He was about to continue walking forward when he suddenly stopped.
Within the golden vision of the Mystic Eyes of Illusion, an extremely strong surge of spiritual energy came from the northwest, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples upon ripples.
Four streams of psionic energy, intertwined, were rapidly approaching from the northwest at an astonishing speed.
The aura was exactly the same as yesterday; this time, they took the initiative to attack.