Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
With a gentle flap of the Wind God-class's wings, John made his way through the crowded cabin and arrived at the bridge. The familiar and mechanical voice sounded once again, carrying a hint of warmth as Boudrias said, "Deathwing Mercenary Corps, it's been a while!"
Upon hearing this, Alixia smirked sarcastically and retorted, "Ha! Long time no see, you scoundrel!" Her voice was full of disdain, perhaps expressing some resentment towards the recent hardships.
John did not stop and continued on to the cockpit. Boudrias seemed to sense the team's emotions and asked in confusion, " John, I seem to feel the team's displeasure towards me, may I know why?" His voice carried a hint of confusion and concern, as if he were truly a worried old friend about his friends' emotions.
John took a deep breath and explained to Boudrias, " Boudrias, it's not your fault, it's just... we just came out of the governor's dungeon, and our emotions haven't fully adjusted yet." His tone carried a hint of helplessness and fatigue, but also revealed understanding and trust in this old friend, the artificial intelligence.
John's fingers danced skillfully on the control lever, steering the Wind God-class steadily out of the Governor's Mansion's anti-aircraft barrier. Boudrias's voice rang out again on the bridge, with a hint of relief: "Oh... that's good! I thought I did something wrong for a moment there."
Upon hearing this, John couldn't help but smile lightly, tinged with a hint of resignation, and responded, "Hey... buddy, maybe next time when you want to attract attention, don't use the fireworks trick again, okay? Maybe people will... be a little less annoyed with you?" His tone was relaxed, but it revealed a slight complaint about Boudrias's behavior.
Boudrias seemed to pause for a moment, then made a sound resembling mechanical laughter: "Haha, understood! John, I will remember. Next time, I will try other, more covert ways to assist everyone." This response slightly lightened the atmosphere on the bridge.
John's voice was firm and powerful, transmitted throughout the entire ship via the Wind God-class communication system: "We will reach Phoenix City in just thirty minutes. Everyone, be prepared during this time! Remember! Our target is the teleportation device and that spell-casting mouse! Got it?" Inside the ship, the team members' affirmative responses quickly came through the communicator, their confidence and determination fully ignited in that moment.
Boudrias turned to John and spoke with a slightly slower but still unquestionably commanding tone: "You take the helm! I need to prepare. When we reach our destination, provide cover for us from above, understood?"
Boudrias responded crisply and clearly, with a hint of imperceptible enthusiasm: "Of course, John! You can rest assured and prepare. Wind God-class and I will provide all the support you need from above. Just give the word, and we'll be ready at any time."
John nodded, although Boudrias couldn't see it, he knew that this old friend would definitely feel his approval. Then, John quickly took action, checked the equipment, and confirmed the battle plan again, every step precise and cautious. Every member on the Wind God-class was clear that the mission ahead was extremely difficult, but they were all prepared to face the challenge.
In the cabin of the Wind God-class, John and his team were busy with the final preparations. Taktron focused on taking out a bottle of solvent from his tactical backpack. This special chemical mixture was his pride in the laboratory, allowing him to quickly produce various useful devices or explosives as needed on the battlefield. This solvent was undoubtedly an indispensable part of his combat strategy.
At the same time, Karenmu took out a sturdy shield from his personal room. The surface of the shield was engraved with complex mechanical totems, appearing not only as a defensive tool, but also containing some mysterious power. He casually folded the nearby huge warhammer into a smaller, more portable hammer, showcasing the exquisite craftsmanship of the mechanical teachings.
Then, Karenmu gently knelt in a corner of the cabin, placing the shield and the folded hammer in front of him, and began his prayer ritual. At this moment, Karenmu's prayer was not only for their weapons, but also for the upcoming battle, praying for their safety and victory in the fight against the Skaven.
The entire cabin was filled with a pre-war tension, but at the same time, there was a sense of determination and readiness to face everything. Everyone was making their final preparations in their own way, waiting for the upcoming challenge.
At the other end of the cabin of the Wind God-class, Alixia was focused on handling her star-marked spear. Her fingers skillfully disassembled every part of the weapon, then carefully reassembled them. For her, this process was not just an inspection of the weapon, but more like a meditation, helping her find inner peace before the battle. John quietly observed from the side, knowing the importance of this ritual to Alixia, choosing not to disturb her and allowing her to find a moment of tranquility in this quiet moment.
At the same time, John is not idle. He is carefully inspecting his laser rifle, checking to ensure that the power supply battery has sufficient charge and that the heat dissipation system is functioning properly. Through these preparations, John ensures that in the upcoming mission, he can rely on this weapon to provide firepower support for the team.
On this tense eve, everyone is preparing in their own way. Whether through prayer, weapon inspection, or meditation, these rituals are important psychological preparations for them to face the unknown challenges, enabling them to stay calm and perform at their best in the upcoming battle.
Comment 0 Comment Count