socalfunplaces Chapter 277 Ready to Make an Appearance!
Chapter 277 Ready to Make an Appearance!
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Hanlu and the others set sail once again!
Of course, the team members had already rested for a whole day!
It can be considered a period of reflection and recuperation.
Hanlu didn't think of herself as a capitalist or a devil or anything like that—wasn't a day of rest enough?
You must understand that the safety of over 200 countries around the world rests on your shoulders!
The spaceship glided smoothly over the Pacific Ocean, and the clouds outside the porthole resembled a surging white ocean, dyed golden-red waves by the setting sun.
The team members leaned against the bulkhead in twos and threes. Some closed their eyes to rest, some talked in hushed tones, and some wiped their equipment again and again.
"This time," Hanlu stood in the center of the cabin, hands behind her back, her gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present, "we are about to step onto the world stage. But just like before, this stage is deadly, dangerous, filled with relentless struggle, and fraught with hardship. So, to ensure that each of you returns unscathed—"
How to put it? Everyone listened with little interest to Hanlu's pre-battle mobilization speech.
To be honest, his language was rather awkward, dry, and lacked any appeal.
But when he deliberately spoke with that intonation, it really did have a strange, infectious quality—
It was as if, for no apparent reason, everyone's spirits were lifted upwards.
Lin Lie yawned, but then forced it back down.
Compared to that, everyone already has a deep understanding of what happened in the Northern Hemisphere.
Especially after Shang-Chi's notification that the people in that area were in dire straits and that even the government had been overthrown, everyone was already on edge.
The encouragement they're giving now is simply adding another layer of leverage to the information they already have.
But everyone unanimously began to applaud and welcome their mysterious leader.
After all, they definitely wanted the things the other party offered to save their lives.
Who wants to die when they can live?
"What is it?"
Lin Lie's eyes almost gleamed with golden light. He leaned forward, like a wolf that had smelled meat.
He really wanted a suitable weapon—he promised never to touch the Fuxi Sword again.
What the hell is this? What divine sword? It's just a piece of junk that can't be salvaged no matter what.
He could easily find an iron rod that would be more useful than this!
He subconsciously touched the Fuxi Sword hanging on his back, and the sword trembled slightly, as if expressing dissatisfaction.
He seemed quite dissatisfied with Lin Lie's performance.
The green sword slowly rose again, hovering in mid-air for a moment, as if gathering its emotions—
Then he took the sword hilt and smashed it directly at the back of Lin Lie's head.
Lin Lie didn't even turn his head before slapping out.
With a crisp "snap," the Fuxi Sword was slapped so hard it tumbled twice in the air, emitting a pitiful hum, before drifting away unsteadily to the side.
It flew around the cabin for a short distance before finally landing in a corner, its sword tip pointing downwards and stuck into the floor like a sulking child.
Everyone completely ignored the Fuxi Sword, which was leaping and bounding about. After all, it hadn't been of any use whatsoever along the way—
It's not like we haven't tried letting someone else take the lead.
After all, he's Fuxi; aren't we all descendants of Yan and Huang?
Although Fuxi did not have the same achievement as the Yellow Emperor in unifying and governing three thousand clans, he was still everyone's nominal ancestor.
Unfortunately, it seems that the bloodline barrier cannot be overcome.
Among them are descendants of the Yellow Emperor, descendants of the Yan Emperor, and theoretically, descendants of Chi You, but the question is about the descendants of Fu Xi—
That's a pitifully small number.
Shang Qi tried to grasp the hilt of the sword, but the blade slipped right out of his hand.
Li Feng also tried, but the Fuxi Sword trembled like leaves in the autumn wind.
In the end, everyone tried, and only Lin Lie could make it behave even a tiny bit.
Just a tiny bit.
"Take it."
Han Lu finally took something out from behind him. He opened his palm, and in his palm lay a dozen small, pale silver bracelets, finely crafted, with a soft sheen on their surface, as if they were solidified liquid metal.
"Wear the bracelet—once you put it on, it will automatically attach to your body in an invisible manner and monitor your body's vital signs in real time."
Hanlu's tone remained calm, as if she were reading a product manual, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Once you're in a near-death, life-or-death situation, it will forcibly take you back to the respawn point, understand?"
There was a moment of silence in the cabin.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small bracelets, their eyes flashing with a complex light—
There was surprise, doubt, hope, and a hint of inexplicable tension.
"Friendly reminder - if you get instantly killed by the opponent in one move, then things are hard to say."
So do your best to preserve yourself, and never use your survival as a bargaining chip.
The air grew even colder.
Lin Lie's excitement froze, and his lips twitched.
Hanlu calmly tossed out those bracelets.
The bracelets seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, drawing more than a dozen graceful arcs in mid-air before flying precisely to each team member.
Before anyone could get a good look, the bracelets had already touched their wrists—
Then, as if it had melted away, it disappeared silently.
Only a very faint warmth remained on my skin, like someone had gently held my hand.
"Disappeared?" Li Feng flipped his wrist over and examined it carefully under the light.
Shang-Chi also looked down at his wrist.
He reached out with his other hand to touch it, and his fingertips touched a smooth, almost non-existent texture.
He gently scraped it with his fingernail, but nothing came off.
"Interesting," he said in a low voice.
Everyone was surprised and started discussing it animatedly.
Some people checked each other's wrists, some swung their arms forcefully to see if they could shake the thing off, and some repeatedly touched the skin to make sure they weren't dreaming.
Hanlu stood to the side, her hands in her pockets, watching them make a fuss.
His expression was calm, but there were unspoken words hidden deep in his eyes.
Even if you really die, he can still pull it out from the records of civilization—
It has the memories of that time, the soul of that time, and the body of that time.
Just tell me, is it him or not?
These days, there are countless ways to revive an organization; it's just a matter of how you choose to accept them.
Some people can accept it, some can't.
Some people, once they accept this, are no longer the same people they were before.
He was too lazy to explain these complicated details before the battle.
Talking about it will only confuse people.
"Alright, everyone." Hanlu clapped her hands, her voice soft but like a thunderclap, drawing everyone's attention back. "Let's head to the battlefield. Next stop—"
He paused, his gaze passing through the porthole to the distant horizon, reddened by the flames of war.
"Xinxiang! New York!"
Before the words were even finished, the flight path had already automatically interrupted everyone's thinking time.
I don't know when—
Perhaps in those few seconds when Hanlu spoke—
Their spaceship has already traversed the entire Pacific Ocean.
The view outside the porthole changed from boundless blue to hazy smoke, then from smoke to firelight, and finally from firelight to ruins.
The spaceship passed through layer after layer of smoke, and the strong smell of burning even penetrated the filtration system of the cabin walls, seeping into everyone's nasal cavity.
Lin Lie sniffed hard and frowned.
It smelled of burnt plastic, mixed with the dust from shattered concrete, and a strange, indescribable, nauseatingly sweet and fishy odor.
The spaceship passed the last cloud layer.
Below lay endless war and smoke, with plumes of black smoke rising from various places like ugly black pillars piercing the sky.
The resistance's strongholds were scattered across this torn land, and the flashes of gunfire flickered in the night like the last breaths of a dying person.
But the spaceship ignored all of that.
It went straight for its headquarters—the absolute center of this world.
New York State. New York!
Everyone stood by the spaceship's cabin, looking down at the endless ruins through the huge observation window.
The skyline that once stood there is no more.
Those skyscrapers that proudly pierced the sky, some were broken in half, some were reduced to charred skeletons, and some vanished completely, leaving only a huge crater. Flames rose and fell among the ruins, and explosions rolled in like distant thunder.
The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles, like toys carelessly discarded by a giant.
Debris floated on the surface of the Hudson River, and the water was tinged with a dark red by the firelight.
Another violent explosion.
A dilapidated building finally gave way and collapsed with a crash, the dust rising slowly like a gray-white mushroom cloud.
Everyone's heart sank along with that mushroom cloud.
Lin Lie unconsciously tightened his grip on the Fuxi Sword at his waist.
This time, the sword did not struggle, but hung quietly beside him, its blade reflecting the distant firelight, as if it too had fallen silent.
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