Chapter 129: Battling the Trio

"Clang! Clang!"

Above the magma lake, the stone platform spanned a mere ten zhang, yet it was filled with the sounds of clashing metal. Near the ancient battle sword, Sword-Child Jiang Jianli fought with all his might. As a sword cultivator, none among the gathered warriors yearned for that blade more than he.

But now, his sword-like brows furrowed, and the light in his eyes deepened as he faced the figure standing opposite him.

The newcomer wore a purple Taoist robe embroidered with the Eight Trigrams, and his purple eyebrows were unmistakable even amidst the chaotic melee.

"The Heavenly Mystery Clan!"

Jiang Jianli gazed at the man, his expression growing increasingly grave. The Heavenly Mystery Clan was the most mysterious entity among humanity since time immemorial...

The moment Wu Li was pinned down, Wang Heyi struck back with his sword, slamming it directly against the blade in Wu Li's hand. That sword was originally a common piece, and under such a direct blow, it snapped in two with a sharp crack.

To be honest, if not for the fact that all resources consumed during the combat readiness exercises were subsidized by the Governor's Office, many admirals of light aircraft carriers would likely have declared bankruptcy the moment the battle ended and been forced to take their ship-girls to the streets to beg for food.

As early as when Yuan Qi established his automotive factory to develop and improve automobiles, he had proposed the concept of developing tanks and invested large sums into research. Naturally, he was no stranger to hands-on work; the vast majority of the concepts and designs were his own, and many of the blueprints were drawn by his hand.

Liu Jinzhi was also losing her composure. She vaguely understood that fleeing into the bunker might not be a foolproof plan, for the enemy's mecha had undoubtedly appeared through the bunker itself.

Dashan had gone out to relieve himself one night half a year ago and never returned. Aunt Dashan had searched for months without finding a trace. Now that he had been found, the news was nothing but a tragedy.

"Fine! I agree!" Luo Zhuo pondered for a long time before gritting his teeth. Neither Hongjun nor Donghuang Taiyi could be contended with as he was now; dealing with Hongjun at least offered a glimmer of hope.

"Coincidentally, Mr. Hawking was visiting China at the time, and I engaged in a discussion with him regarding this theory. Mr. Hawking expressed great approval, believing that the 'Dark Forest Theory' perfectly resolved the 'Fermi Paradox.' It is a major innovation in cosmological theory."

Observing this demeanor, Liang Wenjian could not help but feel a sense of profound reverence. It was no wonder this young man could start from scratch at the age of twenty and quickly join the ranks of Hong Kong's top billionaires; that steady, immovable composure alone was enough to earn one's heartfelt admiration.

With a flash, her vision shifted. Unicorn felt as though she had returned to a familiar environment, and then she saw the familiar Home of the Flower Fairies, along with her favorite food.

Song Zigui, who was responsible for the records, could not help but roll his eyes. Could they not speak properly? The flags of Britain and France went without saying—everyone recognized them—and the flags of Spain and the Netherlands had also been explained in detail. Besides, did their fleets dare not sail together? The British East India Fleet was a living example.

He could not describe that moment of heart-palpitating emotion, only feeling his heart tremble violently. Moments later, a wild and brilliant smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth.

Later on, I began to suffer from insomnia every night. This lasted for more than half a month. I fell severely ill, stayed in the hospital for over a week, and the thirty thousand yuan the old man had left me was finally spent.

This thermal gear, armored from head to toe, lived up to its name of being rated for negative forty degrees; as I wore it, I gradually began to feel the heat.

"Crack, crack, crack!" came the sound of bursting from Sun Wukong's body, yet the monkey endured the agony without letting out a cry.

Gu Yaowu stepped lightly, her slender hands waving gracefully. A ten-thousand-foot-tall green radiance, eclipsing the stars and the moon, swept across the firmament like a crystalline waterfall, shielding the Mu Mansion party from all incoming attacks.

Even He Jianguo, contrary to his usual dispirited and dejected appearance, held his back exceptionally straight.

Along the way, Yuan Qiao saw a dozen elderly people out walking for exercise and could not help but smile.

Furthermore, he could ignore these weapons entirely; after all, his defensive power was immensely formidable, so these armaments could not affect him in the slightest.