Chapter 1327 - 1017: I Have a Plan

Chapter 1327: Chapter 1017: I Have a Plan

"Wait, what do you want to do?!"

Raymond noticed Huai Shi’s subtle expression, like when the class teacher asks about revision status near the end of the semester, which gave him the chills.

"I’m just worried about you, you see."

Huai Shi earnestly advised, "Look, you’re in your thirties now, don’t just indulge in driving all the time. You need to have pursuits in life, like advancing a stage or something."

"No, I think I can wait a bit longer!"

Raymond shook his head like a drill, almost leaving afterimages, "Advancement? No way, it’s impossible for me to advance in this lifetime. The Third Stage is just fine! I like the Third Stage!"

"I don’t like it!"

Suddenly, Red Dragon poked its head in through the window, blinking its headlights, "To be honest, we could consider it."

"Consider my foot!"

Raymond was furious, "We haven’t even paid off the loan!"

"That’s because you only pay the minimum every month, just thinking of slacking off!"

"I call it recovering from a serious illness!" Raymond retorted, "Growing up here, saving some money to eat more, what’s wrong with that! Besides, advancing so hastily is definitely unstable, what if there are repercussions?"

"It’s a small matter."

Huai Shi waved, "If the foundation is unstable, just change the foundation, if the chassis has issues, change the chassis, if you have a headache, change your head, foot pain, change your foot."

Other paths of advancement might require some concern, but the Road of Eternity has no such problem.

The Road of Eternity’s modularity is unparalleled.

As the saying goes, thirty percent depends on hard work, seventy percent relies on spending - it’s all about loving to spend to win.

If the graphics card isn’t enough, change the graphics card; if the memory isn’t sufficient, add more memory; if two solid states aren’t enough, go for four.

Other paths may involve one-time purchases with high or low configurations, but on the Road of Eternity, regardless of who you are, after advancing, it’s all basic; if you want good stuff, you have to spend money.

This kind of thing is entirely quite casual.

Raymond was confused, "Even if the foundation has no issue, there aren’t enough materials!"

Foster coughed lightly, looking out the window, "Well, there are materials everywhere in Hell. Besides, the things used are only quantity-focused, not high-quality required, so it should be fine."

"But there’s no energy source!"

Raymond was annoyed, "Where to find cables in Hell?"

Anton leisurely sipping his new coffee cup, grinding beans, raised his head upon hearing, "The geothermal resources here are rich, with some preparation, we could set up quite a nice geothermal power station."

"What about the mystic ritual..."

Raymond’s last sentence cut short, seeing the sheepish old shepherd’s eyes gleaming, at once, wordless.

"Leave it to me!"

Gregory rubbed his hands, "Back during Osiris’s time, those guys said there were too many precise parts, didn’t let me join—it killed me."

"I... I haven’t accumulated enough!"

Raymond said loudly, "I haven’t completed G?tterd?mmerung’s Sky Command yet! Advance for what?"

"..."

In the long silence, no one spoke, just stared straight at him, including Red Dragon—until he awkwardly looked away.

Never had they seen anyone so shameless.

G?tterd?mmerung’s Sky Command had long been completed a hundred and eighty years ago—named after the Wheel of Fate, the most famous anecdote of G?tterd?mmerung apart from being the divine chariot dedicated to Zeus, was the Gordian Knot symbolizing fate.

The knot made of dogwood rope, if one could unravel this seamless knot, you could receive the coronation of Sky Command, becoming the King of Genealogy ruling Asia.

Ultimately completing this trial was Alexander the Great, inheriting the blood of Zeus and Amon.

His method was to draw his sword and slash this Authority Relic bearing numerous Correction Values into two, crossing the Sky Command bestowed by the gods, ruling the entire world with his own hands!

From then on, G?tterd?mmerung’s true meaning became to surpass oneself and fate.

Simply put, it meant defying destiny.

To break through the inevitable fate and open a new path, my life is controlled by myself, not by heaven—speaks of such heroes.

Though Raymond’s current slump reflects a life of indulging as a truck driver, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t had his shining moments.

He once was also a youth in fine clothing on a splendid horse, in high spirits.

Earlier, he betrayed Eye of Nightmare to save his partner, Red Dragon, and took Stone Heart meant for Ifrit; he’d completed G?tterd?mmerung’s Sky Command long ago.

If not for that reason, Luo Su wouldn’t extend a hand, allowing his Stigma to transfer into the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy.

Board the vehicle first, then buy the ticket.

Even before advancing, Raymond’s sky command was sorted!

All along, what’s stuck before the Fourth Stage was the curse of the Ranch Owner within him. Upon understanding Extreme Interpretation, and mastering this Abyss’s Mouth curse, the path before him was more swept than Huai Shi’s.

The reason he hasn’t advanced was part due to rush, time constraints, and partly because this lazy bum wanted to keep slacking off, pretending there’s nothing happening.

"It’s decided then."

As Huai Shi’s backup vice-captain, Foster nodded.

Huai Shi’s advancement proposal received unanimous agreement from everyone except Raymond himself.

Not because they disliked using the car, but at this critical juncture, if the vehicle could be upgraded, it would benefit the upcoming abyss exploration.

As a seasoned tool of the Ivory Tower, Raymond had always been loved by everyone for his ability to endure, work hard, and his decent work ethic before Huai Shi.

With a better tool now, doesn’t mean the past tools will be abandoned—instead, plans were long in place.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Luo Su is determined to train him to become one of the main pilots of the future Heaven’s Prison Fortress - Horus.

Might even be a chief pilot.

Unlike the Hell Annihilator Aircraft · Osiris, which is a one-seat, one-pilot Stigma that nobody else is allowed to touch, Heaven’s Prison Fortress Horus is much more accommodating, capable of housing hundreds of Sublimators from the Road of Eternity to operate various aspects, and the more people there are, the stronger the influence it exerts.

Because it’s so massive, it’s designed as a deep-moving city with the purpose of cohesion, mobile base, logistics supply, and wartime command functions.

A headquarters with wings ready to dash away at any time.

If one wants to benchmark against Heaven’s Prison Fortress, then Raymond’s advancement could by no means be Osiris’s precursor Anubis, but instead, a legendary item once famed for carrying the gods, bearing the Sun, and daily venturing into the Underworld.

—The Sun Boat!

"Prepare well, we’re going to pull off something big."

Huai Shi rubbed his hands, re-spread the map on the table, then picked up a pen and started sketching over it, "Everyone come over, I have a plan..."

I don’t want any plan.

The old slacker Raymond sighed towards the sky.

Wasn’t this trip meant for Huai Shi’s advancement? Why does it suddenly fall on me?

It’s as if after you finally retire from the position of chief tool person, you’ve managed to cling to the new big shot tool person’s thigh hoping to lie low and win, but unexpectedly, you’ve gone from being the chief tool person to the chief tool person’s chief tool person...

All one can say is, life is like a series of nested dolls.

You never know how deep the nesting will go...

To fight nested dolls, you can only use stronger nested dolls!

Raymond made his decision.

—It’s time to cultivate his own tool person!

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After half an hour, the plan discussion ended, and after another half hour, everyone resolved other queries and drafted backup strategies.

Then there were four hours of rest time left.

Foster and Gregory took the chance to get some sleep while Huai Shi and Anton walked into the empty dungeon, gazing at the heaps of clutter and masses of bones, they exchanged a look.

Pulling out their satchels, they started setting up a temporary workshop, next up, they would start hand-crafting a geothermal power station.

Luckily, the space is ample.

Fifteen minutes later, the two began their work.

And in four hours’ time, Raymond changed back into a Minotaur, donned a helmet, and brought back an unfortunate soul from the outside market for soup.

After a series of procedures, the unfortunate soul sat foolishly on top of the Red Dragon vehicle, leaving Iron Flame City, heading straight towards the frontline.

In others’ eyes, it’s as if that bunch of dogs in charge of market management randomly grabbed someone, cleaned out their goods and money, forcefully sold them a broken car, then chased them away.

Routine operation, commonplace.

A distance out of the city, Red Dragon starts speeding up, and two hours later, it’s once again reentered the Sweet Dew Paradise forever shrouded in acid rain and toxic clouds through deep jumps.

"Sixteen kilometers away."

Under the cover of toxic fog, Red Dragon reports.

On the radar screen, a tightly guarded camp appears sixteen kilometers away, with two Hell Swarms stationed, and over a thousand Mutant Species wandering around its perimeter.

In the deepest part of the camp, there are stacks of material reserves sent from Thunder Sea to the frontline.

Foster smoked a cigar, surprised to have hit the mark on the first try.

In the notebook he’s holding, there are tidbits gathered by Huai Shi from market records, detailing the next destinations and routes of transportation teams passing through Iron Flame City.

The task assigned to Foster and Gregory is simple: find a few teams, and then pull off something big!

The bigger, the better.

But in fact, they don’t need to act, they only need to be responsible for running away.

Find the place, find the people, confirm the location.

Then, following Huai Shi’s instructions...

Foster opened the bird cage beside him, and in that darkness infused with the dream of eternity, pairs of hungry scarlet eyes emerged.

Just outside the open car window, the whistling like a tide suddenly erupted.

Countless Iron crows spread their wings, soared up, bathed in gas and acid rain, ascending into the sky, and in the gloomy toxic clouds, traces of iron light overlap.

Immediately after, countless Iron crows fell from the sky dome like cannonballs.

The overwhelming roar and rumble lasted for five minutes, and from sixteen kilometers away, the surging flames burned the entire gray sky dome red.

Five minutes later, there was no longer any camp.

Red Dragon raced to the scene, its rear compartment opened, one after another fresh and hot Artificial Humans jumped down, braving the acid rain, starting to search the scorched earth for any resources still usable, or whole Hell Creatures, skin them on the spot, process them, and harvest their organs for preservation.

Half an hour later, only wreckage was left on the ground.

Red Dragon sped away.

In the driver’s seat, Foster flipped to the next page in his notebook.

Next one.

Then, the next one again.