Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 698 - 342

Chapter 698: 342

"The missing weapons list... let me see," Fraser said, looking at the report that had just been uploaded to his hands.

After about a day of hard fighting, the Protectors had finally recovered most of the equipment that was fired off.

The weapons arsenal of Amilcare had almost been emptied by the Hero, who had packed the equipment into medium and short-range carrier missiles and shot them out.

Modern guidance technology could ensure that the final error in their landing points would not exceed ten centimeters. In fact, these missiles could disintegrate at the very end of their trajectory, allowing the concealed weapons to land directly in the hands of the Lords.

Every high-level military officer had such an arsenal. Some were big, some small, but they could ensure they were prepared to deal with any type of enemy.

"Among the missing armaments, there are two Gungnir Strike Guns -23A, cold weapons—this guy is actually still using the same series of armament as the King of Godspeed. Really wish he had taken the time to look at the King’s uploaded Martial Arts tutorials. A set of Barren Magnetic Transforming Weapons, noted to be freely switchable between electromagnetic guns and Soft Weapons. Then, a set of... invisible equipment?"

Fraser snorted with a laugh, "An invisibility device for satellites, my God. Why would a Protector’s officer need this? Are we on Earth still worried about losing control of the satellite network, huh?"

In front of Fraser, a maintenance worker shivered. He was a confidant of Amilcare and also the manager of this weapons arsenal. He said, "This is just in case... for instance, Martial God Geng Sheng..."

"Hmm, that excuse is not bad," Fraser nodded: "Are there many Martial Gods who ascend to Earth? He even considers the possibility of Martial God Geng Sheng, why doesn’t he also consider the possibility of the Throne collapsing?"

The indicator lights on the manager’s face flickered nonstop, showing his extreme nervousness.

"Forget it, that fool’s mistakes should not be blamed on you," Fraser sighed. "Consumables like the Honeycomb Missile Launcher and the changeable spare External Armor sets, forget about them, no need to count those."

More than ten pieces of Amilcare’s equipment had gone missing. Among those dozen or so items, the most important was that invisibility device. It could confuse the capabilities of reconnaissance satellites on various levels and was a device capable of effectively breaking through satellite surveillance blockades.

The fact that Amilcare, a high-level military officer, thought he "might" need this thing was outrageous enough.

What was even more outrageous was that this device ended up in the hands of a Hero.

"Calm down," Fraser dismissed the manager and then sank into virtual space, pondering over the tactical map.

The map marked all the battles that occurred in the Wilderness against the Protector Army from yesterday to today.

These were records of the Hero’s counterattacks and counter pursuits.

Looking at these records, the Heroes were deliberately dispersing, spreading out across the entire map.

The wider they spread, the more difficult it was for the army to encircle and eradicate them, and the greater the cost.

But...

There were no eyewitness reports that they saw a team that looked like those with Lordship Prostheses. The vehicles of the Hero Faction that had been recorded also included only a few that could transport such large items.

Additionally, the refugees who took advantage of the chaos to escape Pine Eagle City had also increased the difficulty of satellite surveillance.

Taken together with the loss of Amilcare Zhao’s camouflage equipment, it’s likely that the most core squads of the Heroes have already thoroughly concealed themselves.

"If I were that Internal master, what would I do?" Fraser thought. "After Bai Man fled the New Continent, he went silent for six months to a year before beginning chivalrous activities again on the Old Continent. During that half a year, he constantly adjusted himself to adapt to the power of the Prosthetic Body."

A Martial Artist who was used to a frail Prosthetic Body and then switched to a new one, invariably needed time to adapt. It was like having a handy weapon break and then going to replace it; getting used to the feel, weight, and balance all over again.

Unless the parameters of the Martial Artist’s new Prosthetic Body were very close to the old one.

Or he was once very familiar with the level of parameters of the new Prosthetic Body.

It’s like someone who has practiced with a spear for five or six years and then spent a year learning staff, before picking up the spear again. At this point, he might feel somewhat out of touch with the spear, but he will certainly become familiar with it again.

It will definitely be quicker than learning the spear from scratch.

Very few powerful individuals would switch to using a weakened Prosthetic Body unless it was to carry out an undercover mission. However, with the implementation of Dyson’s Principle, groups with tight organizational structures have become less and less common, and such behavior has gradually decreased.

According to past cases, that Martial Artist must lay low for a while to adapt to the new Prosthetic Body.

At this time, certain conditions are needed.

A Prosthetic Body above the First Heavenly Layer, if used at full power outdoors, would inevitably attract the attention of satellites. Perhaps Amilcare’s camouflage equipment could ensure that the Prosthetic Body itself wouldn’t be observed by satellites. But the dust, airflow, and even footprints caused by that device would be recorded by the satellites.

Underground... it’s hard to imagine there being a subterranean space that could allow such a warrior to exercise his abilities to the fullest.

A Martial Artist who has surpassed a major threshold can sweep across the entire battlefield at will.

"A huge cloud mass... or a sandstorm?" Fraser mused. These two phenomena that could interfere with monitoring were indeed capable of covering up man-made traces. The latter, in particular, could effectively erase footprints on the ground.

"A sandstorm forming in the north... or the rainy mountains in the monsoon belt..."

"If it’s the north, then it’s possible that this Hero could surpass a major threshold and then cross the strait directly to the Old Continent to join the Chivalrous Powers there."

But Fraser had a nagging sense of unease in his heart.

"After all, the capability of that Hero to overcome the Holy Knight Ashur with Internal Strength is too incredible. There is no safe network on Earth for him to practice meditation, no supercomputers. At least during the stage of Internal Strength Cultivation, this Hero definitely didn’t spend it on Earth."

"It’s very likely that he was once a mighty Hero from beyond Earth who secretly infiltrated here."

"Is there a chance he is rapidly adapting to this Prosthetic Body amid the sandstorm, to achieve his goals?"

Fraser sighed to himself.

In such a case, there wasn’t much he could do. The Protectors didn’t have enough military power to construct a blockade within the range of the sandstorm.

Still...

For some reason, Fraser felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

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The convoy of Heroes stopped before entering the Mexican Plateau. They were going to rest here for a while, and under the cover of the Camouflage Net, they buried the scalding coolant.

It was quite wasteful, but it could ensure the concealment of the vehicles.

Meanwhile, Hiroshi Matsushima slowly made his way toward the passage that led upward to the plateau.

He was searching for messages left by the Heroes.