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"No, Giant Ant, Sarkozy, connect your Intellect with mine. I need to reanalyze the entire situation; I have a bad feeling about this! It's as if we've fallen into a carefully laid trap."
Oak Shield's tone grew increasingly serious.
"I'm afraid it might be too late. According to Hal's observations outside, since there has been no counterattack from within the fortress, those Zerg will likely breach the entire stronghold in about thirty-six hours. Based on the repair progress provided by Papaya, Anson seems to have hit a bottleneck; the repair work hasn't advanced in the last three hours. Under these circumstances, we must speed up and break into the fortress to see what has happened and simultaneously curb the Swarm's offensive. This is our top priority; otherwise, by the time your analysis is complete, it might be too late."
At that moment, Crimson Fox, who had been silent for the past seven or eight days, suddenly spoke up. What he said was something everyone had to pay attention to.
"Yes, boss. Given the current situation, something must have gone wrong inside the fortress. It could very well be infighting. After all, when we launched our attack previously, it created quite a stir. Someone might have caught on to that and quickly incited a civil strife within the fortress. This should explain why Sir K150 didn't send any Mercenaries to guard the fortress walls—not because he was foolish but because of internal conflict; he simply couldn't spare enough Mercenaries for defense. This is our golden opportunity! Perhaps only Sir and Anson are left inside the fortress!"
F-Snake Demon excitedly analyzed this as well. Previously, they had been worried about the success of their plan because Sir K150 was a D1-level expert with a large number of subordinates. But now, if only two remained, they were sure they could win.
"Is that really the case? Then let's take the risk!" Oak Shield hesitated but realized there was no other choice; time was running out. In thirty-six hours, the fortress would fall to the Zerg, and he would need at least ten hours to reanalyze everything since there were too many clues and they were not obvious enough. His Intellect was only level one; he couldn't handle it all.
Thus, they had no choice but to take a gamble.
After that, everyone stopped talking and worked tirelessly to dig through. Of course, Oak Shield kept a close eye on Crimson Fox and Crow; after all, these were two formidable experts whose Health Points had nearly recovered to half. Even with the threat of the Spatial Distortion Black Hole Grenade looming over them, if those two decided to pull any tricks, it could spell disaster.
As for Lin Yuan and the other five, although Oak Shield remained cautious of them as well, he believed he could still keep them in check. As an E5-level Heavy Shield Defender in such a confined space, once he unleashed his forty-fold Gravitational Field, this would be his domain—no one would dare act arrogantly here.
However, Oak Shield's worries seemed unnecessary; Crimson Fox and Crow were working hard without any unusual movements. Lin Yuan and his group were also quiet and obedient; it seemed everyone was working together toward a common goal.
But the more harmonious things appeared, the stronger Oak Shield's unease became.
"Alright, we've reached that crack! Everyone put in some extra effort; in one hour we can enter the fortress! Papaya, it's time for your Assault Longsword to lead the way. What lies ahead isn't rock but ground made from smelted ore with an Enhancement Level of 48—only your Blue Light Weapon can cut through it."
Crimson Fox chuckled ominously as if relishing their predicament.
But Lin Yuan didn't hesitate; he moved forward to clear the path. However, this method of clearing wasn't just simple Cleaving; it required injecting a significant amount of energy into his Blue Light Weapon to achieve a sharp cut.
In less than twenty minutes, Lin Yuan's energy levels within his Mechanical Body dropped below safe limits.
"I need an energy refill; otherwise I can't continue digging."
"Hey, give me your Assault Longsword! I'm full of energy! Let me take point," Crow cackled mischievously.
"Stop dreaming; that won't happen. You either choose to send me 0 units of energy each, or you can just waste time here," Lin Yuan said coldly.
"I think that's reasonable. Let's gather 0 units of energy; we should be able to maintain it until we break through this grouting barrier!" Before Oak Shield could speak, Crimson Fox jumped in and quickly sent 0 units of energy to Lin Yuan. In an instant, everyone realized this was the only way forward. If they were in Lin Yuan's position, they would never hand over the Blue Light Weapon to anyone else.
Of course, even if Lin Yuan suddenly received 000 units of Standard Energy, it would only allow him to carve out this passage. After that, he would fall into an Energy Crisis, drastically reducing his power. This thought stirred unease among the group. If that happened—wouldn't they be able to escape safely while also acquiring a Blue Light Weapon?
The crow cawed loudly, unabashedly laughing as if it had spotted a delicious piece of rotten meat.
Meanwhile, Oak Shield felt an increasing sense of crisis but couldn't pinpoint the source of the problem. Strangely enough, he couldn't call for a halt; it was like being on a roller coaster, unable to do anything but scream as they plunged downwards.
"Boom!" A dull sound echoed from ahead; Lin Yuan had finally broken through the grouting layer, revealing the interior of the fortress to everyone's view.
"Quick! Secure advantageous positions and form a Firepower point to prevent counterattacks!"
Reality interrupted Oak Shield's deep thoughts. At that moment, no one dared to be careless, nor did they notice that Lin Yuan's energy had once again dropped below the safety line.
In an instant, they all rushed out of the tunnel and formed a defensive Hexagonal Array outside. However, there was no attack as expected; everything was eerily quiet except for the distant sounds of Zerg launching frenzied assaults.
"Everyone stay alert; don't act rashly. I increasingly feel this is a trap!" Oak Shield warned in a low voice.
"Boss, there's no trap here. Look at the fortress; it's obvious there are numerous signs of fierce battles here. This must have been internal strife," f-Snake Demon said casually with a whistle, appearing quite calm.
"I think you're being foolish. Real internal strife doesn't look like this at all. There should at least be complex traces of crossfire and signs of desperate resistance. But look around—while there are many battle marks here, they're all clean and neat. Most importantly, the outer walls of the fortress show no signs of damage at all. Is that possible? When a desperate side realizes they can't turn the tide, they will definitely consider taking everything down with them. But that hasn't happened here at all. What does this mean? This is premeditated murder!" Oak Shield analyzed quickly.
"Haha! Well analyzed! No wonder you're called the Oak Sage. Under different circumstances, I might have recruited you for your talents. But now? I can only apologize—just like I did with my loyal subordinates. By the way, I've been waiting for you here for quite some time."
A loud laugh echoed from afar, followed by the appearance of a massive figure over twenty meters tall—the imposing K150 Duke had fully entered combat mode.
A D1-level powerhouse!
Despite everyone having long suspected that only Sir K150 and Crimson Fox would remain in the fortress, at this moment, under the immense pressure, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of unease!
"Why? Why did you kill those loyal followers who supported you? How could you be so heartless? And how do you know we would definitely come back?" Oak Shield roared, confusion swirling in his mind. His analysis told him that things shouldn't be this way; there had to be a mistake somewhere.
"Hehehe! Are you asking me? Or are you asking Lord Crimson Fox?" Sir K150 chuckled warmly, like a wise elder facing a mischievous child.
"What? Crimson Fox! You are the traitor!" Oak Shield's heart sank in shock, and he immediately activated the Spatial Distortion Black Hole Grenade. However, the next moment, nothing happened.
"Oak Shield, were you waiting for this Spatial Distortion Black Hole Grenade? How foolish of you to think you could control me with such a method! Don't forget, I am a Long-Range Sniper. As a long-range artillery support unit, how could I not be proficient in controlling and disassembling various ammunition and Energy Weapons? To be honest, two days ago, I already cracked the control system of this Spatial Distortion Black Hole Grenade, including the one on the Crow." Crimson Fox spoke calmly, as if recounting something unrelated to him.
"Damn it! Damn it! But I don't understand; why go through all this trouble? Since you are already in cahoots with Sir K150, why put on such a show? Are you some kind of masochistic actor?" Oak Shield was nearly driven mad. What the hell was going on?
"You are wrong—very wrong. First of all, I am not aligned with Sir K150 at all; I am not his traitor. In fact, he had no idea about the existence of the Pterodactyl H—Wreckage of the Fighter Jet beforehand. Secondly, the reason I used a self-inflicted strategy to return to your side was simply to safely bring you back into this fortress. It's that simple. I even regret killing those three unfortunate souls so early; however, it turned out alright—just barely enough. Isn't that right, Sir K150?"
Crimson Fox slowly stepped forward, like a gym teacher holding a chalkboard eraser.
"Hehe! Not bad at all! Now, Wise Oak, can you not guess the real reason?" Sir K150 laughed heartily.
(Hey everyone, why not take a guess at what the reason is? If you guess correctly, I'll add another chapter.) (To be continued.)
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