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Chapter 1061: Narrow Escape, New Dangers Ahead
Chapter 1061: Narrow Escape, New Dangers Ahead
The two dirigibles from both sides intertwined in a complex dance, their propellers whirring as they swiftly created distance between them.
Many on Daxun's side finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the situation had been thrilling, thankfully, there was no accidental fire.
Bian Zhijie and Wang Tongshan, upon seeing that the federal dirigibles had no intention of turning around, knew that the matter was settled.
It wasn't until the dirigibles and the warships on the sea had all turned into tiny black dots that they relaxed their grip on their weapons, feeling both relieved and slightly regretful.
A moment ago, they had almost engaged in combat. They didn't fear the fight, being martial artists who had reached this tier, they were no pushovers. For a fleeting moment, both had the urge to charge forward and engage in battle.
"Well, the medicine was taken in vain," Bian Zhijie said.
Wang Tongshan exhaled, "It's a good thing we didn't start fighting. Forget the medicine; the delegation has subsidies. Bian, did you see that just now?"
"I did," Bian Zhijie replied, his face filled with jealousy. "So cool!"
The exo-implants on that martial artist were awe-inspiring, exuding a powerful aura. He couldn't help but desire a set of his own.
Wang Tongshan also expressed his envy, "That must be issued to martial artists who have reached the Changsheng Philosophy tier."
Bian Zhijie couldn't help but ask, "Does every Changsheng Philosophy martial artist receive this?"
Wang Tongshan shook his head, "Not everyone gets them. As far as I know, you also need to have established great achievements for the nation, especially in eradicating the infiltration of the opposition. At least, that's how it is in the military."
The two men had different backgrounds. Bian Zhijie's forefathers had extensive connections in state enterprises, while Wang Tongshan came from a military family, always well-informed about martial artist-related news in the military.
"I see..."
Bian Zhijie felt slightly disappointed, but soon recovered his spirits. Given his age and innate talent, he might very well achieve that level in the future.
On the flagship, Chen Chuan still stood on the open deck, gazing towards the large island in the distance. Seeing no activity in the military port, he knew the matter was settled.
As long as the other side didn't lose their minds, there would be no unexpected incidents. Even if they dared to attack, he would retaliate without hesitation.
They were an official delegation sent by Daxun, and attacking them would be the same as attacking Daxun. He wouldn't show any mercy. Despite the numerous federal forces, they were merely a matter of spiritual impact, and even with local support, the opposition wouldn't be able to catch up.
Of course, to prevent an escalation of conflict, he would give the other side some face and wouldn't destroy the entire base or affect the central city on the island.
On the other side, He Yishan seemed to be doing relatively well, despite his slightly pale complexion.
He Yishan was momentarily stunned. "It wasn't exactly a battle. I was a war correspondent for a while, without a gun, just taking photographs."
"That's still no easy feat."
Understanding his intention, Lu Guangde said, "We'll go and tidy up. If you need us, just call."
Just then, a communication officer sent over a report, with news from Gatherphitu Continent.
The report informed them that the base's fleet had been conducting an exercise, and due to prior signal blockage, they weren't accepting any external information transfers. The diplomatic team had arrived during this exercise, leading to the misunderstanding.
This was a result of an "information transfer error," and they deeply apologized for the mishap.
Chen Chuan replied, "I did. It's better to have an explanation than none at all. It shows they still have reservations and don't intend to break off relations completely."
"Chen Chief, I noticed your application report to the rear. I've urged them to deliver the items as soon as possible."
"We are a team, and this is how it should be."
After ending the call, Chen Chuan thought for a moment. Before coming, he had reviewed the logs, and the first diplomatic team hadn't encountered such a situation. On the one hand, the Federation highly valued the first delegation and included not only military personnel but also officials from the capital office.
On one hand, the first delegation had an extremely powerful martial artist among them, deterring the opposition from making any reckless moves.
He glanced at the current speed and estimated that they were less than two days away from the Federation's West Coast. If there were no unforeseen circumstances, they should arrive at their first stop early the day after tomorrow.
With a thought, he retracted the field and withdrew from the exo-implants, stepping outside. Using telepathy, he said, "Hongfu, from now on, record everything you see along the way."
"Yes," Hongfu replied.
The Federation's West Coast, Saranocha Continent.
Here, a tribe of the First People, forced to the geographic fringes, had dwindled to just over a thousand people.
At this very moment, outside the tribal camp, gunshots rang out. Hunters, clad in blood-red cloaks and riding enhanced horses, circled the camp, emitting eerie whistles and occasionally firing into the air.
These horses were covered in plated exoskeletons, with extended air tubes on both sides of their necks connecting to toxic sacks within their bodies. The mounted hunters were heavily augmented, and each held a high-caliber hunting rifle equipped with a bone blade for close combat.
They were the Blood-hued Hunter Riders, funded by the federal government and various companies, tasked with hunting down the First People as high-level bounty hunters.
Inside the camp, tribal members with rifles hid behind earthen walls and chevaux-de-frise, nervously watching the blood-red cavalry circling outside. Behind them stood a few close-combat warriors with cold weapons.
In the center of the tribal camp, the elders led the entire tribe in kneeling around an altar. There were at least a hundred cavalry outside, including some of the Federation's top martial artists. There was no way they could hold them off.
Although they didn't understand why the hunters hadn't charged in yet, faced with the threat of tribal annihilation, they had no choice but to seek help from the ancient nature spirits they had worshipped since ancestral times.
Due to the population decline and tribal migration, the nature spirits they had worshipped since ancient times rarely responded to their pleas. Yet, in their desperate situation, they could only turn to these spirits for protection.
Despite the need to offer a massive number of livestock and even the lives of a few tribe members, this sacrifice was necessary for the survival of their species.
The other replied patiently, "Don't rush. Let's give them a little more time."
In the center, a bonfire blazed, and the ritualists continuously threw in materials smeared with large amounts of blood.
Inside the tribal camp, as the tribe continued their worship, a strange mist began to emanate from the altar, spreading further and further. Unbeknownst to the tribe members, they fell one by one, turning into dried-up corpses. Gradually, a figure tinged with blood emerged within the mist.
However, just half an hour later, a large area of dense fog was detected ahead.
This fog seemed unusual because it appeared suddenly, and there was no horizon or field to utilize, nor could they contact the nearest central city to determine the fog's coverage area.
To avoid collisions, the entire fleet exchanged coordinates, speeds, and barometric readings.
Then, with a series of loud sounds, the bright lights on the airships turned on, making them look like giant fish swimming through the deep sea with lanterns hanging from them.
Among the federal delegation, Prabhakara watched the mist ahead and slowly rose to his feet, clasping his hands together. "The torrent has arrived. There's no escaping it."
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(End of Chapter)
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