Chapter 250: Breakthrough

At the Gerald Fine Works, with a deafening blast, a massive fireball surged upward. The ground of the entire factory trembled violently as if struck by a magnitude-ten earthquake. Then a vast shockwave swept through, destroying everything within the factory, leveling all surface structures. They crumbled into dust and soared into the sky, forming a mushroom cloud hundreds of meters in diameter.

Only Samson Brut and his group, relying on a temporary shelter formed by three armored vehicles, survived. Protected by magical arrays and steel, most of the magic energy professionals hiding behind them emerged largely unscathed.

A trace of blood seeped from Li Mochen's ear. This was unavoidable—this was merely a temporary clone he had created, with organs including the internal ones not fully developed. Even his original body was only at Level Seven.

"All units, move into attack positions! We have only ten seconds. GO GO!"

Samson Brut issued the command before the ground had even stopped trembling. The over a hundred people hidden behind the three shelters scattered instantly, rushing toward their respective targets, displaying their well-trained discipline.

"Shaft One breached successfully!"

"Shaft Three breached successfully! The Second Extra-Legal Group has begun breakthrough operations. Magic enhancements complete."

"Shaft Two is buried under sand and gravel; a secondary blast is needed."

"Shaft Four successfully entered. The Third Extra-Legal Group is establishing defensive positions."

"Shaft Five has suffered a large-scale collapse; it's completely buried. We may have to abandon this attack point."

Samson Brut, along with the group behind him, arrived at a huge pit. He paused only briefly to observe, then leaped down into the hole.

The bottom of the pit was only fifteen meters below the surface. For an Extra-Legal like him, equipped with his 16S-grade battle armor, no grappling hook was needed at this height.

As he fell, layers of protective magic were continuously cast upon him. The moment Samson touched the ground, he tore open a scroll in his hand, causing thick stone walls to rise around him.

Then he placed a magical array disk at his feet, and a small magical protective array quickly spread outward, covering the stone walls.

Just as he finished, a torrent of bullets poured from the three corridors ahead. Most were blocked by the stone walls and magical array, but some penetrated, striking Samson's armor with a series of clinks.

Samson had no time to dwell on it. He raised his dual automatic rifles and opened fire, his precise marksmanship detonating several rockets and shells flying from deep within the corridors. Explosions roared, sending tongues of fire and shrapnel scattering in all directions.

At that moment, Samson's directly subordinate First Extra-Legal Group had landed around him, using heavy firepower to help suppress the surroundings. Countless bullets flew into the depths of several corridors, but the enemy's fire was far denser. In an instant, the stone walls were riddled with holes. Even with magic energy mages Gene Reddy and Inez Bilton continuously reinforcing the temporary defensive position with spells, their situation did not improve. One of their Level Ten magic energy professionals had his head blown off by a sniper rifle.

But in the next instant, countless tiny flying swords descended from above, charging deep into the corridor directly ahead. In the blink of an eye, a series of screams erupted from that direction.

"Several attack points have encountered setbacks. They reacted quickly."

Above ground, Dainn Stacy commented without emotion: "This is a well-trained elite private army with a thorough defensive plan."

The underground base was a sealed space, so logically, those below should have suffered greater impact from the blast than those above.

But judging from the situation at several attack starting points, the enemy had organized strong defenses and dense firepower nets in just a few seconds.

"But they can't stop us. The boss's flying swords are an unsolvable bug—unless they can completely seal off the corridors, making them airtight."

Howard Eisenhower's words made Dainn Stacy look suspiciously at Li Mochen, wondering if this man in heavy armor, with his face hidden, was their boss—that Andre Lee Wieldenstein?

No way? That 16-year-old on TV had such formidable sniping ability?

Howard, completely unaware that he had revealed Li Mochen's identity, was meticulously checking his firearms and blades.

The upcoming battle could be extremely dangerous; he had to ensure his weapons were flawless.

"The key is the seven Calamity Apostles Ms. Stacy mentioned. We don't know which direction they'll appear from. It's best to force them to gather in one place; otherwise, we'll be at a disadvantage."

In Howard's view, if the three of them fought together, they could match the seven Calamity Apostles. But if forced to separate, neither he nor the Holy Temple warrior Dainn Stacy could fully unleash their strength. Against the seven apostles, neither could face two, let alone three, alone.

"It doesn't matter. If they split up, you just need to hold out for three minutes. Within three minutes, I'll solve the problem."

Li Mochen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm and indifferent.

He had activated the 'Heavenly Mind Divine Illumination' state. In this state, his sensing range expanded from a radius of about thirty meters to seventy meters. And with his 'Sun-Moon-Star Celestial Star Flying Swords,' which bore his soul imprint, he could extend it to about a hundred meters.

The continuous increase in his professional level, along with his two兼职 bloodline professions, had greatly strengthened his soul power. Thus, Li Mochen's sensing distance was now far beyond what it had been.

However, entering the 'Heavenly Mind' state also filled him with an inexplicable confidence, making him believe that his current enemies were nothing but worthless scum.

But the original owner's understanding of this world still influenced him somewhat, preventing him from saying anything more outrageous.

"Three minutes?"

Howard Eisenhower laughed: "If that's the case, I'll do my best. But if reinforcements don't arrive after three minutes, Boss, you should allow me to retreat, right?"

"Agreed."

Li Mochen made a sword gesture, recalling most of his flying swords, leaving only a dozen placed at key points to help extend his sensing range.

Dainn Stacy looked at Li Mochen again, feeling somewhat speechless. She thought he seemed like a completely different person from just moments ago.

Solve the problem in three minutes? That meant he had to independently take down three opponents with Level 17 combat power, who could also heal using Calamity Fire, within 180 seconds. Was that possible?

Just then, the voice of Thompson Adams came through her walkie-talkie.

"Shaft Three breakthrough complete. One underground motor room destroyed. No sign of the seven apostles. We're preparing to advance further."