Chapter 1982
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Chapter 1982 Mr. S's Advice
"Boom!!!"
Beneath the overwhelming momentum lies a terrifying power that the ultimate Blue-Eyes White Dragon cannot resist.
This "Sword of Divine Punishment," which cleaved through the void, tore through the clouds, and reached the earth's surface, was something neither the sword itself nor its creator, Doctor Hell, could have foreseen.
"What...what is this thing?!"
Doctor Hell watched in horror as his most outstanding masterpiece was pinned to the ground, unable to move at all.
Although his masterpiece possessed a biofield capable of resisting external attacks when it was created, under such a terrifying offensive, the biofield, which had not yet been fully understood by Dr. Hell, would inevitably collapse on the spot.
At that time, his masterpiece will ultimately be destroyed!
How to do?
Doctor Hell pondered for a long time, but could not find any way to save his creation from the bombardment of the "Sword of Divine Punishment" that tore through the void and reached the surface of the earth.
"Dr. Hell, given the current situation, I suggest you take a break and leave this place."
Just as Doctor Hell was pondering whether to release his creations, which he had not yet fully mastered, to create more trouble and divert the Earth Federation Forces' attention, Mr. S. suddenly appeared from the side and solemnly offered his advice to Doctor Hell.
"Oh, esteemed Mr. S. Do you really think my creation is incapable of defeating these natives?"
Doctor Hell could understand the implication in Mr. S's words, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
He admitted that the "divine punishment sword" that fell from the sky was beyond his imagination and an unexpected surprise.
But this does not mean that his creations are worthless and easily destroyed.
And look, even when his magnificent creation was struck directly by that "Sword of Divine Punishment," it still resisted stubbornly.
If he can master the secrets of this sword of divine punishment, the natives of this world will be fish to be slaughtered at his mercy!
"Hahaha! Doctor Hell, you flatter me. I don't mean to belittle you or your creations. I'm simply offering sincere and honest advice from the perspective of a collaborator! Doctor Hell, your tenacious research spirit moves us and touches us deeply."
"Therefore, before helping Dr. Hell achieve all his long-cherished wishes, we do not want to see Dr. Hell defeated by this temporary setback, ultimately becoming despondent and missing the brilliant moment in his life when he should be standing at the peak."
Faced with Doctor Hell's rage, Mr. S remained calm and explained the reasons with sincere concern. Doctor Hell frowned but did not make a decision immediately.
Judging from Doctor Hell's attitude, he has already considered leaving.
However, Mr. S did not press his advantage but instead handed the decision over to Dr. Hell.
Based on their interactions over this period of time, Mr. S has almost figured out the personality of this Doctor Hell.
When offering persuasion at the appropriate time, it is also necessary to grasp the appropriate level of force, avoiding both excessive pressure and excessive haste.
While Dr. Hell pondered the key point, MR.S turned his gaze to the Banshee Gundam, which was far away from the particle beams falling from the sky and could observe the Ultimate Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
"A source of conflict. Is this what MISS.J is concerned about? Interesting."
A spark of interest arose in Mr. S's heart.
According to the intelligence gathered by the Ghost Faces, the pilot of this machine seems to have been favored by the high command of the Earth Federation Forces. While placing high hopes on him, there seems to be an effort to cultivate him into the next generation of Earth Federation Forces leadership.
According to MISS.J, the pilot of this Golden Horn Black Armor has considerable potential to become a new generation of conflict factor.
Moreover, this is an unprecedented element of conflict in the countless years of the Ghost Faces' past.
Not only did it suppress the numerous conflicting factors (forces) launched by the Ghost Face Clan, it also transformed the power of these conflicting factors into its own, gradually turning these defeated conflicting factors into nourishment for its growth and expansion.
This situation was something that the Ghost Faces had never heard of or seen before.
“Let’s wait and see! If this conflict factor truly has such potential, we might as well send more resources to help it achieve its leap forward and reach the pilgrimage site we seek.” “MR.S. I’m willing to accept your suggestion! But, before I leave, I need to complete some tasks.”
Ultimately, Doctor Hell chose to accept Mr. S.'s advice.
“That’s a wise decision, Dr. Hell. Well then, I’ll stay by your side until you leave, just in case.”
Mr. S chuckled softly and said in a clear voice.
No. There's no need for that.
Doctor Hell shook his head, indicating that the task could be completed without leaving the area.
Doctor Hell is currently in a secret laboratory hundreds of meters underground, making it difficult for others to discover him.
The ceiling alone has several layers of special protective steel plates stacked on top of each other, which not only provide Dr. Hell with strong protection, but also effortlessly isolate the noise and accidents generated by Dr. Hell's past experiments deep underground, hundreds of meters below the surface.
Mr. S did not respond, but simply nodded slightly and stood aside, waiting for the moment when Dr. Hell would be willing to leave.
In any case, MR.S's mission is to take Dr. Hell away when he faces failure.
As long as Doctor Hell is willing to leave with him, everything is negotiable.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly, a violent tremor, as if the earth were shaking violently, occurred abruptly, catching Doctor Hell and Mr. S completely off guard.
Caught off guard, Doctor Hell lost his balance and was about to crash into the experimental table next to him when Mr. S, who flew in from the side, caught him and pulled him into the air.
“We’ve been discovered, Mr. S.”
The moment he stepped off the shaking ground, Dr. Hell quickly calmed down and offered the only explanation available at the moment.
"What?! This is a laboratory buried hundreds of meters underground..."
As soon as Mr. S uttered those words, his expression changed instantly.
"Is that the signal from Doctor Hell controlling those new mechanical beasts?"
"That's probably it! We can't delay any longer. We must leave immediately, Mr. S."
"it is good!"
Mr. S readily agreed and responded decisively, and even thoughtfully asked a question.
"Where is Lord Baron Asura?"
“I’m here! Doctor Hell, Mr. S.”
Unlike Dr. Hell, who received help from Mr. S., Baron Asura, who could only shake or even roll on the violently shaking ground, looked particularly disheveled.
"Bring Baron Ashura with you, Mr. S."
"That's right!"
With a wave of his hands, Mr. S. vanished from the laboratory hundreds of meters underground in a flash of light.
Only the hundreds of uncontrolled monsters remained, rampaging through the various passages leading to the ground, eventually encountering the Earth Federation forces guarding the ground, and fighting until one side was killed.
(End of this chapter)