CHAPTER 293: CHAPTER 293: SIX TEAMS OF INVADERS

Inside the Shelter.

"Hmm? Ahhhh!"

The stout soldier screamed in terror.

In an instant, three humanoid creatures clad in steel armor jumped in front of the vehicle.

They set up their shields, which emitted a yellow glow, releasing some sort of liquid substance.

The liquid quickly formed a wall, blocking the jeep’s path, however...

"Screw you!"

The stout patrolman turned rage into fury, revving up the vehicle.

The metal car smashed directly into the shield.

The shield shattered, and those armored warriors were scattered.

"Don’t you damn die on me, Eric!"

The stout patrolman shouted, trying to aid his bleeding friend.

"Signal flare! We’ve got to launch a signal flare!"

He pulled out a signal pistol, loaded a red flare, and fired it into the sky.

Just then, the jeep was suddenly hit by a fireball, with a loud bang, the armored vehicle flipped several times.

"Hang in there, buddy... you’ll be fine..."

The stout patrolman, smoking all over, crawled out of the charred vehicle, with a large piece of metal stuck in his back.

Despite his injuries, he dragged his friend behind him for cover, his friend, though shot in the throat and severely bleeding, was still breathing and showing signs of life.

At that moment, a man spoke in Argon language: "

These guys are really hard to kill!!"

His fireball usually incinerates enemies to ashes.

The metal carriage was severely damaged, but somehow, it still protected the people inside.

(Argon language) "Ha! You are too weak, let me show you how it’s done!"

The stout patrolman pulled his friend to a safe spot, turned around, and saw two people in blue cloaks.

One of them held a glowing magic staff, clearly preparing to attack.

The other wore a pair of slightly sparking magic gloves.

Behind them was a large group of about a hundred soldiers clad in metal armor.

Their swords and shields emitted magical light, and through potions, they were stronger than beasts.

"You bastards!" the stout patrolman shouted.

He pulled out a pistol and fired...

A barrier suddenly appeared in front of the mages, and the bullets embedded into it, then fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! Look, he’s still struggling!" the mage holding the magic staff mocked.

"Hurry up and finish him! Have you forgotten our task? What will you do if we’re found out?"

"I know, I know..."

The mage glared at his companion, then pointed the magic staff at the injured enemy.

Ready to end their frail little lives...

But just then, about 150 feet away, a large group of people suddenly appeared.

(English) "Get down!" a voice shouted from behind the stout patrolman.

The stout patrolman recognized this voice!

He immediately dropped to the ground, trying to cover his friend with his body.

As soon as he hit the ground, he heard the sound of machine-gun fire, shouting, and metal clashing against metal.

A moment later, he slightly lifted his head.

Those unidentified enemies about ten meters away from him were basically done for.

Their shields and magic barriers were like paper.

The barriers were breached one after another.

The Shelter soldiers were firing bullets designed specifically to counter heavily armored military vehicles, bullets that penetrated directly through their shields and armor.

The laser rifles were extremely lethal.

They were less effective against barriers but could slice through enemy armor like a hot knife through butter.

The mage with the magic staff roared.

"Damn it!" he was consumed with fury and despair.

His teammates failed to react in time and were cut to pieces by the deadly laser beams.

A massive fireball rapidly formed at the tip of his magic staff.

It had a diameter of about 15 meters, large enough to turn a tank into a pile of scorched scrap metal.

As the fireball shot out, aiming to reap the harvest...

The enemies vanished!?

What?

They were there a second ago...

And the next moment... they were gone!?

"Over there!" a warrior shouted.

He saw the enemies about fifty meters away in another direction.

But just after he said that, a few seconds later, he and dozens of knights were pulverized into mush.

"What the hell is going on here?!" the mage roared, conjuring another fireball.

But... then a gunshot rang out!

His head exploded.

A sniper stationed on the wall two hundred meters away from the border hit him right in the temple.

His custom sniper rifle was costly but powerful and worth every penny.

Without the mage, the squad couldn’t withstand the Shelter soldiers, so they decided to retreat.

But behind them was a steel wall.

Climbing the wall under a hail of bullets was suicide.

"We surrender! We surrender!" the Knight Commander shouted, dropping to his knees.

He threw his sword on the ground in front of him, but didn’t drop his shield; he was too scared to die.

"Commander! We cannot surrender!"

"Shut up, you fool! Do you really want to die for nothing? For those damned vampires who eat our children?!" the Commander roared.

At this moment, a strange voice came from the Shelter, speaking in translated Argonian.

"Lay down your weapons, and we will spare your lives."

The gunfire stopped.

The warriors wearing metal armor one by one laid down their weapons.

They completely disarmed themselves, raising their hands above their heads, standing in just their underwear in front of the Shelter soldiers.

This wasn’t the only team.

Another two teams were also disarmed, and three teams were completely wiped out.

...

Half an hour ago.

Lin Yi grinned as he watched the display.

People in the small fragmented area, six teams.

Each team has... 150 people, they’re very cautious, they look like reconnaissance soldiers...

He waved his hand.

Hubert and Solomon, who were just sleeping soundly in their respective beds, appeared in his room.

Solomon was wearing dinosaur-patterned boxers, while the old general was completely naked.

The two jumped up immediately after dropping to the ground, but as soon as they saw the boss, they knew something had happened.

Before Solomon could speak, Hubert asked, "Are we under attack?"

"Six reconnaissance teams, about 150 people per team, with shield-bearing melee warriors, and two mages, and their swords and shields are really glowing."

Lin Yi looked at Solomon, "How many regular soldiers do we have on night duty?"

"About a hundred, plus another hundred patrolmen and three hundred Children of the Sun on night watch." Solomon answered without hesitation.

"That’s not enough, wake everyone up. A reconnaissance team is usually followed by a large-scale attack. Don’t trigger the main alarm — we don’t want to scare our ’guests’."

The alarm sounded in the barracks, indicating the Shelter was under attack.

Soldiers jumped from their camp beds and began donning system equipment.

A minute later, all soldiers were combat-ready, those assigned weapons grabbed them, the others fetched weapons from their commanders.

"Divisional commanders! Report combat readiness, code 301!" Hubert’s voice rang through the loudspeakers in all barracks.

Divisional commanders reported to their senior officers one by one.

The Shelter had a mixed army, capable of using various equipment to carry out tasks of different scales with different sized teams.

All soldiers were organized into groups of 10, 20, 50, 100, and 150 people.

A 100-person group was called a "division," each group had its own commander.

So when Hubert said "divisional commanders," the army immediately divided into divisions of 100 people each.

The teams disappeared one by one, teleported to face the invaders.

Lin Yi saw a patrol jeep get hit by a fireball, but he was powerless.

Being this close to the enemy caused interference, he couldn’t teleport the wounded out, nor could he deploy new soldiers.

Upon receiving the notification that the first team was ready, Lin Yi teleported them to the nearest available location, fifty meters from the enemy.

One of the soldiers exclaimed, causing them to lose the element of surprise.

The invaders heard the sound, prepared themselves, and the damage they suffered was much less than Lin Yi expected.

The fireballs thrown by their mages were at least third-level magic, but unfortunately.

They were fighting on the Shelter’s terrain, especially when the boss was personally commanding the battle.

The fireball missed, and the Shelter team was teleported fifty meters in another direction.

No other problems arose, everything else went as planned. Not a single reconnaissance soldier escaped, and those who weren’t killed were captured.

"Did you see their Ark, Siri?"

"No, sorry, they hid it. Hid it well." The Beetle Queen said anxiously.

Lin Yi nodded, not too surprised; he only detected them when they just entered the Shelter.

~~~~~~

Hours later, atop a towering giant tower, in a luxurious room.

There was a huge bed.

An emaciated, elderly, frail man lay among six female creatures.

Like the girls, he was completely naked.

There was a knock on the door.

No one answered.

So the knocking continued, getting louder and louder, until the door was finally broken open.

A guy strode into the room.

It was a fat man, with strong, muscular arms and a pig-like face.

He had horns on his head and four big eyes.

His skin was also covered with scales, incredibly tough, knives couldn’t cut through.

"Master! Wake up!"

The guy repeated the same words over and over until the old man finally opened his eyes.

"How dare you wake me, you filthy swine?! You even broke the door! Hoolala!"

The old man roared, jumping up.

A woman behind him sat up.

Without even opening her eyes, she spewed a stream of flames, instantly turning the guy into ashes, without burning anything else.

"Ugh! It smells awful in here now!"

The old man shouted, stuffing a pair of boxers that weren’t his into his nose.

One of the girls waved her hand.

A strong wind blew the ashes and what’s left of the pig-man into the corridor.

"Come here, Ruhr, why did you wake me?!"

"Your troops haven’t returned, master." A guy crawling along the ceiling answered...