Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1465 - 53: The Eve of Parasitism

Chapter 1465: Chapter 53: The Eve of Parasitism

Under the night sky, the phantom of the Blood God was becoming clearer, signifying the advent of its true form. With a casual tear, countless red lightnings would thunder down.

After the USS Missouri turned to ashes, the Yamato decisively changed course, becoming a meat shield, intercepting the Blood God’s attacks, while the Bismarck didn’t even look back as it fled towards the Teleportation Gate.

The Russian uncle known as the King of War indeed wanted to battle with the Blood God, but his deputy Natasha, her face a mask of ice, ignored his request.

"Comrade General, I’ll go through the Teleportation Gate first to scout the situation!" Pugachev didn’t use his ability to linger; he left a message and went straight through the Teleportation Gate.

As intimate combat mates, everyone naturally understood that Pugachev was not a coward, and indeed, a scout was needed to gather intelligence.

"This lad, always stealing my missions!" The avatar of a middle-aged man appeared on the Communicator, with brown hair, a gaunt face, and a look of malnutrition.

"Revolver, how’s it going? Have you analyzed the Blood God’s weakness?" If the odds of winning were over fifty percent, Natasha wouldn’t mind taking the risk.

"No, this world exceeds Trojan control, and mission data is all over the place." The man nicknamed Revolver was anxious, his hands moving rapidly over the keyboard, "Give me five more minutes, and I can probably parse the Blood God’s mode of existence."

"Impossible, do your best to collect information before entering the Teleportation Gate." Natasha made up her mind and issued an order, "Fire a full volley from all cannons for cover, retreat at full speed!"

The cannon shells swarmed like dense locusts, darkening the sky, and collided with the demons, setting off dazzling flames in the sky.

The Yamato was destroyed and disassembled by the Lightning Jungle, and a large number of metal fragments fell, crushing some demons that failed to dodge.

Thanks to the meat shield’s delay, the Bismarck successfully entered the Teleportation Gate, escaping the Warhammer World!

At an altitude of one hundred thousand meters, the Blue Trojan used the Space Ripper to cut out an independent transparent cube, sitting inside, sipping red wine while waiting for several Trojans who were both companions and rivals to teleport.

White clouds drifted around the cube, and against the azure sky, they looked like cotton candy, like migratory fish, carefree, even bursting into laughter at a passing breeze!

Blue reached out, but his fingertips collided with the crystalline walls of the cube, touching nothing.

As the white light flickered, several Trojans appeared.

"That guy’s iron-hearted about giving us trouble, yet another teleport mishap!" Even the usually gentle Red Trojan, like a nanny, couldn’t help but complain.

"Wasn’t it corrected? Don’t worry, this time after we go through, we’ll tear that guy apart." Silver Trojan remained calm, waving his hand, "Yo, folks, long time no see, you all still look splendid. By the way, Red, if you dare to expose the secret about me skimming survivor points and rest days again, I’ll get mad, you know!"

Red snorted and didn’t respond to Silver, instead, it was the Green Trojan from the South America Region that teased Silver.

"So, you really want to see all your survivors wiped out?" Green snapped her fingers, and a glass of red wine appeared from nowhere, which she caught and drank elegantly, "You still have that vile taste for recording the death scenes of survivors?"

"I hate uncivilized South American natives the most. When you all learn to use toilet paper, then come talk to me." Silver was still foul-mouthed.

"I hate it too." Red chimed in, always hoping to eliminate the South America Region and integrate it into its own North America Region, albeit unsuccessfully.

"Wait and see, after this Holy Land War, I’ll have enough power." Green gnashed his teeth in rage, secretly resolved to ramp up development of survivors after returning, specifically to deal with those yellow-skinned monkeys from the Asia Region!

"Hehe, just be careful not to get wiped out!" Silver Trojan was ready to scoff some more but was interrupted by Red.

"Not good, secondary teleportation interference, still an error, I’m going back to handle it!" Red was always keeping an eye on the Trojan Squad’s situation and discovered the problem first.

"Damn, why isn’t the teleport destination the Empire State Building in Manhattan?" Blue Trojan frowned, very annoyed.

"It’s Queens, it’s not too far off, don’t worry, the survivors can handle it." Silver wasn’t nervous at all, "Tang Zheng is my trump card; he won’t let me down."

"That peculiar do-gooder Tang?" Blue Trojan naturally remembered Tang Zheng.

"Who? The one ranked fifth in the team’s numbers on the Ranking Boards, from the Warhammer team?" Green intervened, but unfortunately, no one paid it any attention.

The proud Blue Lady wouldn’t lower herself to speak with such lowly natives.

"Hmph, but after this Theme World ends, the number of people will likely be greatly reduced." The Black Trojan from Africa naturally sided with Green; without allies, survival would be tough.

"Roll aside, you African gorilla!" Silver exploded with a curse, not giving any face to the other party.

Black fumed with rage, almost ready to start a fight.

"Enough, the routine meeting is over. Everyone go back and handle your issues!" Red suddenly appeared, blaming everyone, "Don’t forget the mission, or else next time, we’re going to have a hard time."

"No wonder you’re humanity’s hope, the beacon of democracy, everyone, I’m off. I’m going to edit my videos, and when they’re released, do come and watch!" After making a sarcastic comment, Silver waved and disappeared.

Red didn’t care about Silver’s unrestrained mouth, feeling completely helpless now. Not only were communications cut off, but even the wristwatch was restricted. This time’s enemy is very powerful. Even though they had driven away the second-ranked team in the Trojan world, the LA Demon Night Saints, it still didn’t feel safe.

Back in the room with pale white walls, the cube display showed all the Trojan squads that had logged into Queens, New York. They didn’t act rashly, waiting for the Trojan announcement; unfortunately, they didn’t realize that the Trojans already couldn’t communicate.

"Scum Tang, don’t let me down! If you fail, I’ll make you experience the most painful thing!" Silver Trojan looked at another screen which showed a middle-aged couple making dumplings, prattling about their son’s situation—however, it soon vanished, replaced by another scene, An Xiuru sitting in her office, staring blankly at the photo frame on the table.

The photo frame contained a picture of Tang Zheng, whose bright smile was genuinely likable!

"Whom to choose?" Silver Trojan was conflicted, "Such a good toy, it wouldn’t be fun if I killed him too quickly, would it?"

Because the teleportation gate wasn’t stable, as Tang Zheng passed through, it felt like entering a meat grinder. Even with protective clothing on, he felt a tearing agony, fortunately lasting only a second. The next moment, his eyes were stung by the dazzling sunlight.

This was a city square with a large fountain; the water jets formed into a beautiful rainbow under the sun. On benches not far away, tourists were seated in abundance, and a large flock of white pigeons pecked at the food the sightseers dropped.

Tang Zheng looked around and saw the Warhammer Squad staying under a statue, as well as people from Li Zheng’s group and Yue Jing’s group.

"Tang Zheng!" Seeing their group leader return, everyone was genuinely happy.

Striding forward, Lu Fan’s laughter was full of joy as she rushed over, then with a leap, she clung onto him like a koala and planted a kiss on him.

Tang Zheng hugged Little Lolita and patted her head, pretending to be nonchalant, but a flash of vigilance crossed his eyes. The people in the square, though scattered, were all sizing him up.

With the Trojan transmission technology, Tang Zheng’s arrival should have gone unnoticed. Moreover, the gazes of these people were not of surprise but vigilance and exploration.

"They can’t all be survivors, can they?" Tang Zheng estimated there were over three hundred people, not just Asians but also dark-skinned Africans and blond-haired blue-eyed Europeans. That accounted for at least forty squads!

"We can be sure they’re all Trojan squads." Lu Fan reported her findings in Tang Zheng’s ear, "Among these people, several squads arrived after us. Just look at the traces on their protective clothing—you’ll know they’ve been through brutal combat. Now they’ve just put on their coats, trying to look somewhat decent."

Li Zheng and Yue Jing brought their teams over, greeting Tang Zheng. In this unfamiliar place, it was better to form temporary alliances, after all, Tang’s group had a trustworthy reputation.

"I’ve already arranged for Xin Lan’s squad to gather intelligence." Wary of eavesdropping, Dantai tapped out a Morse code message on his back, "If nothing goes wrong, everyone must have been teleported here from other theme worlds."

"Do you need to be so cautious?" Fu Tianxiao glanced skeptically and asked Tang Zheng, "Why are they waiting here?"

"Are they waiting for the Trojan announcement?" Tang Zheng checked his wristwatch and frowned, "Why has it been restricted again?"

This answer was quite easy to guess. Some of the survivors’ faces showed anxiety, waiting, and a thick unease, repeatedly checking their wristwatches, the implication was clear without words.

"Let’s talk about this issue later. First, let’s settle the score of Dantai attacking us!" Normally reticent, Wei Lixing exploded—no choice, he had almost died just a while ago so it was odd not to be angry.

"How do you want to settle this?" Sha Ou crossed his arms and provocatively looked at Wei Lixing, tilting his chin, "One-on-one? Brawl? It’s up to you!"

Wei Lixing was momentarily stunned, not expecting the other party to so readily acknowledge it without even an apology, and secondly, he suddenly realized that he had no chance against them. Just look at the full-strength Warhammer Squad; based on numbers alone, they could bury him.

"Heh, he’s just joking, trying to liven up the mood, that’s all, everyone, don’t mind him." Fu Tianxiao forced a smile and tried to pacify the Warhammer Squad.

"Idiot." The man with the eye patch cursed. Everyone was resentful, but why didn’t they speak out? Because they simply couldn’t handle them and could only make themselves disliked for nothing, spoiling the relationship.

Li Huiwen secretly gloated, feeling the team was so domineering, having bullied others and yet the other party didn’t dare to make a peep.

Fu Tianxiao was also feeling a mix of envy and resentment, wishing he could be a member of the Warhammer Squad.

"This must be the Parasitic Eve World we spoke of earlier, right? Damn Trojans, with such a teleportation error, they didn’t even offer compensation, and at the very least, we should have had some time to recuperate!" Kevo changed the topic, as for the newbie who was wiped out, was long forgotten. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)