Chapter 653 - 412: Heading to the Eagle Federation to Bring Back Three Patriotic Researchers

Chapter 653: Chapter 412: Heading to the Eagle Federation to Bring Back Three Patriotic Researchers

Therefore, after experiencing the uncontrollable risks of genetic modification, the Great Eagle Federation poured its main resources and technological focus into mechanical warriors, which were more stable and also better suited to its technological philosophy.

They upheld the ultimate creed of "flesh is frail, machinery ascends," believing that the fragile human body was a shackle on the path of evolution.

By combining the human brain or portions of spinal nerves with an incomparably sturdy special-alloy skeleton, high‑power power cores, and various built‑in weapon systems, they created a half‑human, half‑machine ultimate weapon of war.

This fusion brought obvious advantages.

Absolute strength and defense—the mechanical body could unleash power far beyond human limits, and could withstand attacks from conventional weapons head‑on.

And its precise execution and stability—battle was assisted by a central processor, stripping away human emotional fluctuations, turning it into the calmest killing machine on the battlefield.

At the same time, they possessed powerful weapon integration—the body itself was a mobile arsenal, able to be fitted with various high‑tech weapons according to mission needs.

However, the price of this "ascension" was the gradual stripping away of humanity and an irreversibly warped body of flesh.

In other words, they were short‑lived breeds, usually not living past fifty.

At this moment, Lu Xuan picked up the teacup before him, drained the slightly cooled tea in one gulp, then slowly stood up.

"All right."

He spat out a single word, crisp and clean, ringing like metal and stone.

"These old bones of mine have lain dormant in Yingnan for fifteen years. It’s about time... to move."

"When do you depart?"

Huang Tangshi’s spirits lifted; he immediately replied in a deep voice, "Tomorrow night at nine!"

"To cover things up, we’ve arranged a first‑class seat for you on a commercial flight. All identity information has been properly handled."

"Mr. Lu, you will arrive in the Great Eagle Federation under the status of an ordinary passenger."

He paused, then added the key detail: "Those two reclusive Grandmasters will be passengers on the same flight, but they will not make contact with you openly."

"All means of communication are in this encrypted terminal."

As he spoke, Huang Tangshi respectfully handed Lu Xuan what looked like an ordinary smartphone.

At the moment of parting, Mr. Huang gripped Lu Xuan’s hand tightly. Tears glimmered in the eyes of this weathered old man; countless words finally condensed into one heavy exhortation.

"Mr. Xuan, take care!"

Three words, bearing a friendship that spanned more than half a century.

Only when the convoy carrying Lu Xuan and the other two completely vanished at the end of the winding mountain road...

Did Mr. Huang and Huang Tangshi remain standing at the courtyard gate, still gazing at the direction in which the vehicles had departed.

The mountain wind brushed past, carrying the chill of late autumn.

Mr. Huang slowly withdrew his gaze; the sorrow in his eyes had entirely transformed into calmness and majesty.

He looked at his son beside him. "Tangshi."

"You must look after Mr. Xuan’s descendants. I don’t want to see even the slightest ’problem’ that shouldn’t appear."

This was not a discussion, but an order.

Huang Tangshi’s expression tightened; he replied solemnly, "Dad, don’t worry. I know what to do."

The next moment, a genuine smile finally appeared on Mr. Huang’s face, as though he had recalled something particularly satisfying.

"And that girl Xiaoying, the more I look, the more I like her."

"Just now when we were chatting, I finally figured out what’s on that girl’s mind—she’s worshipped men who can cultivate national martial arts to the extreme ever since she was little!"

With a loud laugh, Mr. Huang continued smiling as he spoke.

"Hahaha, Tangshi, think about it. Isn’t our Xiaowu precisely such a candidate?"

"Since childhood he’s been cultivating the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist that Mr. Xuan left behind back then, and to this day he’s never had a girlfriend. See? Fate really has arrived."

"Those two, Xiaoying and Xiaowu—don’t they look like a couple made in heaven?"

At this point, Mr. Huang fixed his gaze on Huang Tangshi and spoke with great seriousness.

"Go, tell that punk rolling around in the army camp to pack up at once and assign him a new mission."

"Make contact with and protect Xiaoying. If he’s inclined, let him pursue her on his own merits. If he’s not, then just treat it as an ordinary escort mission."

Huang Tangshi’s eyes lit up at these words; he praised from the heart, "Dad, you really are something! One move, multiple gains. As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it gets!"

Huang Chengwu was precisely Huang Tangshi’s youngest son. At twenty‑five, he was already a national martial artist at Dark Energy Perfection, just one step away from breaking through to Master of Transformation.

This talent and strength could be called a rarity among his peers.

"Hmm?" Seeing his son dare to tease him, Mr. Huang feigned displeasure, lifting his hand in a swift thumb‑flick, pretending he was about to rap Huang Tangshi on the forehead.

Huang Tangshi laughed and dodged to the side with lightning speed, raising his hands in surrender. "Dad, my bad! I’ll go arrange it right now and have that brat set off at once!"

Meanwhile, inside Leng Shengchen’s villa, it was a different scene entirely—a hell on earth.

The room on the first floor that had been specially emptied to set up the evil ritual now seemed to have been savagely ravaged by some invisible behemoth.

The heavy solid‑wood door had exploded into countless fragments; the walls were cracked, the floor caved in, and innumerable twisted steel bars jutted out ferociously.

Shattered tiles, splintered furniture, and broken glass mixed with the clear water spurting continuously from ruptured pipes, flowing everywhere.

And most shocking of all was the blood mixed into that water—an unnaturally lurid crimson!

Several middle‑aged men in bizarre black Magic Robes lay in various twisted postures amid the pool of blood and filth, completely devoid of breath, already dead.

On their faces was frozen the utmost terror and pain, as though in their final moments they had witnessed some great horror.

The entire scene was thick with the stench of blood, and an ominous, nauseating aura of Magic Skill backlash.

Leng Shengchen and the villa bodyguards who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion all stood rigidly outside the doorway, staring wide‑eyed at the brutally devastated scene before them, as if a bomb had gone off.

Leng Shengchen, usually arrogant and overbearing, convinced he could control everything, now had a face as pale as paper; a bone‑deep chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

For the first time, he truly tasted what it meant to feel fear from the depths of the soul.

These mages were trusted offerings the Leng Family had supported for many years, their Mana formidable; they had quietly eliminated countless troublesome enemies for the family in the past, and had never once failed.

Yet just moments ago—

As they were enacting the most vicious "Ghost Fiend Possession" spell, manipulating a vengeful spirit to go seek out Lu Xiaoying with the intention of turning her into a puppet...

Leng Shengchen vaguely heard a dragon’s roar—majestic, vast like something from primeval wilderness—explode within the depths of his own soul!

Before he could figure out where that sound came from, the heavily warded secret chamber before his eyes had, in the space of an instant, turned into this infernal slaughterhouse.

Nor did Leng Shengchen know what sort of horror the three mages had witnessed in the final instant of their lives.

When their spell was broken, their spiritual awareness was forcibly dragged into a vast void.

An enormous five‑clawed dragon shadow, composed of pure golden light, coiled between heaven and earth, surpassing human imagination.

With just a single dragon’s roar, the blazing might it contained shattered to dust both the Mana they had painstakingly cultivated and the life force within their bodies!

The Magic Skill was forcibly broken; the Caster naturally suffered the most violent backlash.

The scene in that room just now, as though swept by a natural disaster, was precisely the result of that backlash force running wild.

In the instant before their souls were annihilated, the three mages finally understood who the target of their spell was this time!!!

Cyan Spring Mountain!!!

In the entire Dragon Country, only that region was guarded by a vast, converging power of national fortune hidden within the unseen.

For ordinary evil spells and filthy arts to approach there was no different from a moth flying into the flame!

This was virtually the highest taboo in the hearts of all those in Dragon Country who cultivated Magic Skill.

"Leng Shengchen! You damned idiot!!! You’ve gotten us killed—!!!"

This roar, brimming with endless regret and despair, was the curse shouted with their final voices before the three mages’ bodies and souls were annihilated!

Its shrill echoes naturally rang clearly in Leng Shengchen’s ears.