God-level Hero-Chapter 111 - 108 Destruction Under the Eyelids
Chapter 111: Chapter 108: Destruction Under the Eyelids
Chapter 111 -108: Destruction Under the Eyelids
West Coast of the United States, Los Angeles, Hell Desire Bar in an underground garage, where music and dancing blend in a haze of lights—this is the location of the U.S. Supernova Team’s Hell Squad division.
SawSaw Peterson was completely unaffected by his surroundings; his pale face was intently fixated on a laptop connected to an external device.
Next to him, Team Captain Howell popped open another beer, laughed heartily, and patted the curly-haired, gaunt-shouldered man: “Kid, don’t be so tense, the battle’s not starting anytime soon.”
Peterson shook his head: “No, Captain, according to external calculations, the war will begin in less than 20 minutes.”
Howell was taken aback: “Didn’t they say two hours just a while ago? It’s only been half an hour, right?”
Peterson said in a grave tone: “The opponent has advanced their mission progress again!”
A clear sparkle flashed in Howell’s bleary, drunken eyes: “You mean, this Chinese guy has completed another sub-quest in just the past half-hour!”
Peterson nodded: “Yes, for such a large-scale Epic Quest, the rewards for completing each task are unimaginable. Perhaps, I can even guess who this Chinese person is.”
“Who?”
“DaFei, Dafei? How the name is pronounced doesn’t matter; what’s key is that he has risen three levels in a few short hours. With every level up, the progress jumps significantly. His current level is now ranked 649th in the world, his combat power must be astonishing.”
Howell took a sip of beer with a solemn look: “I know this person, he’s quite famous in the China Region, possesses a huge old warship, and a few days ago deceived many merchants in front of the Chinese media. A real swindler.”
Peterson gave a cold smile: “Only politicians and liars possess power and wealth, right?”
Howell laughed: “If it really is him, the Japanese will probably suffer greatly. The resources current players have are hardly enough to contest such a future warship.”
Peterson showed a photo of a moss-overgrown ship on his laptop to the captain: “This Chinese person has received help from NPCs that exceeded the system’s limits, his resources are very powerful.”
Howell chuckled: “The art of kickback negotiations that the Chinese are best at?”
Peterson solemnly responded: “Such massive initial resources will snowball his power. His strength is already threatening us, we can no longer indulge this Chinese player. We must behead him at the first opportunity! It’s like how we bomb the terrorists with drones, of course, I’m talking about in the game.”
Howell guffawed heartily: “Exactly, the might of Great America is unchallengeable, the order set by Great America cannot be defied. We don’t care whether the other side wants to challenge us, we only care if they have the strength to. As long as they’re capable of posing a threat, they are our hypothetical enemy, and we must strike first to contain and suppress them! Of course, I too am speaking about in the game!”
He then patted Peterson on the shoulder: “The Japanese are unreliable, this arduous task can only be entrusted to you! Your mission is to stop him from completing his, to destroy his warship! And if you can plunder it, all the better!”
Curly-haired Peterson stood up abruptly, raised his hand, and delivered an unorthodox military salute, “Yes, Si－FuckeR!!!”
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At this moment, Da Fei descended from the sky, successfully infiltrating the largest drilling factory right in the middle of the lava pool. The factory had the grandeur of a fortress. Compared to the heavily guarded 6th level Hell Race Abyss Lords around the entrance of the factory, entering from above posed almost no difficulty. Like the top of the Magic Watchtower, the enemy had never considered the possibility of an aerial invasion.
Obviously, the mission of the factory was to drill for lava from beneath the earth. The scorching hot lava extracted was distributed to smaller factories around through a network of pipes.
For the flaming Demons, lava is sacred and noble; the hotter and purer the lava, the more it can give birth to powerful, high-ranking Demons. The Demons would never throw the bones of their enemies into the lava to incinerate. They would not allow the petty souls of inferior beings to contaminate the noble lava.
And, of course, lava’s use was not limited to the production of Demons; it could also be used for forging, as the dwarves do. Therefore, this factory looked a bit like a steel mill. The technology of the Hell Race was indeed advanced—no comparison to the small blacksmith shops of the Human Race. But the more advanced it was, the more it stimulated the destructive desires of the players.
Where to begin the destruction?
Infiltration and sabotage is a highly imaginative job, definitely not some lowbrow fun like using a rubber band slingshot to break glass. I’m aiming for something big, preferably with an explosive effect. That’s right, blowing this place sky-high would be ideal, and such things usually happen on the front lines of production. Officials don’t like to go to such places, those who do are of low status, with low awareness and generally not very capable, making them easy targets.
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Da Fei, sticking close to the ceiling, stealthily made his way into the largest workshop.
The workshop glowed red, wide open and scorching hot, with waves of heat causing the vision to warp and blur. The bubbling noise of the boiling lava resonated throughout the space, drowning out conversations. Good, both vision and sound are conducive to stealth operations. Da Fei began to survey his surroundings.
Throughout the workshop, there were massive circular lava pools. The red-black lava extracted by drilling machines poured into the first pool, steaming and hissing throughout the room. Then, the lava from the first pool was agitated by massive machinery before entering the second, then the third, and by the last pool, the color of the lava had turned a pure golden yellow. This refined golden lava then flowed through pipelines towards other factories.
Then, hundreds to thousands of Demon Infants were seen pushing carts filled with soil spewing black smoke from the bottom of each pool. This must be the corrupt soil mentioned by the Flower Demon Instructor, extracted from lava and capable of causing great harm to the World Tree.
So that’s how it is! Even though it’s just a game, the grandeur and division of labor in the Hell Factory are truly breathtaking.
There’s only one convenient spot to strike!
Da Fei’s gaze fixed on the pipeline valve behind the final golden lava pool. It was the key to supplying lava to the other factories. What would happen if he blocked it off or smashed the pipeline? Then all the lava in the pools would overflow, and the entire workshop would collapse under the lava! That’s the big move.
And at such a critical spot, there was a guard! The distorted vision in the workshop made it hard to see clearly, but judging by the imposing stance of the one clad in Blood Armor, wielding a flaming whip and overlooking the place, he was either a hero or a boss! If not the boss, then at least a foreman!
Damn it! Isn’t this a bit much, such a hot front line isn’t a place for big shots like you!
It seems there’s no play to be made. Even with two Charming Emperors under my command, they’re only at the level of grade 6 soldiers, good for taking down minor monsters, but definitely no match against an unknown strength boss. Moreover, who knows how many reinforcements would come if a fight broke out here.
Da Fei sighed inwardly, it seemed he might just have to resort to window smashing. Reconnaissance Skill was still just that, although tricky, it was not enough for the big stage. Only true power reigns supreme. Looking at the boss standing proudly on the platform above the pool, Da Fei felt a surge of frustration.
Wait a second! Seeing an enemy standing at the edge of a fire pit, wouldn’t anyone feel a strong urge to push them in?
And right now, he was standing on the platform above the golden lava pool! Da Fei indeed felt a strong impulse to stealthily approach and push him into the pot! But the problem was, after all, this is a game! To push someone, you need a knockback attribute.
Knockback? Da Fei’s eyebrows twitched. Didn’t the Crossbow Cannon come with a knockback effect? I sent the Phantom Crossbow Cannon to my sweetheart, but the one that was with me from the beginning on the ship, the one with just 8 hit points left, has always been in my bag. I’ve been too busy looking for Makar or kidnapping people from the Monastery and forgot to fix it. Mayor Auseliman said he was going to give me more than ten, I completely forgot about the old buddy!
Should I try it?
Even if I fail, it doesn’t matter, the old cannon with 8 hit points should be retired, I won’t be heartbroken. I just directly blast his rear with a Triple Crossbow, and if one of the three shots manages a knockback, that would be a cause for celebration! Although Demons are said to be born from lava, once they reach adulthood and their bodies materialize, falling into lava isn’t exactly a bath, especially at thousands of degrees Celsius.
But still, isn’t assembling a Crossbow Cannon in front of an enemy a bit too arrogant?
Cut the crap! I’d rather be doing this than being idle, and it’s certainly better than smashing windows. I’ll combine Phantom March with Stealth, plus the heat waves here distort vision and the boiling lava covers the noise. I just need to find an inconspicuous corner—Da Fei spotted a pile of junk in the corner behind the boss!
If I tinker with the Crossbow Cannon in this pile of junk, even if someone sees a few extra things, it wouldn’t stand out or be obtrusive, right? This is what you call hiding in plain sight! The only problem is that it’s too close to the boss! I could even smell his farts!
Let’s try it! I’ll carefully place my Charming Emperors in hiding, and then Spiderman quietly descends into the pile of junk behind the boss. Let’s get to work!
—System Prompt: Reconnaissance Skill warning! A powerful enemy is nearby, and you have entered its alert range!
Da Fei’s heart tensed up, yet he was also incredibly excited. This feeling was just like the time when he had to assemble the Crossbow Cannon while carrying the Artillery Commander zombie on the sunken ship, both thrilling and nerve-wracking! Keep going!
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