Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 742 - 735: They are all Wings

Chapter 742: Chapter 735: They are all Wings

"Check your weapons and ammunition, bring the equipment needed for combat. This is a special call to duty, the Ronisca aerial fleet will guarantee our logistics, so there is no need to worry about logistics!" In the armory, Luo’er was checking his equipment while speaking to the group.

"Is the Master also going with us?" Ziang, looking at Yalunte who was leaning against the door, asked with some anticipation.

Because of Yalunte’s seniority, he had a lot of freedom in the headquarters, and he was slightly informed about matters involving the headquarters’ secrets.

"This is a task for you, the Advance Team, I won’t meddle," Yalunte, looking at his own fingers, lightly said, "However, you must still be careful. I hope that when you return, we will still be able to meet again."

"Are you going on a mission too?" Ziang asked.

"Ah, I am a mercenary who works for money after all, I can’t just stay here and freeload." Yalunte shrugged.

"Is Little Fengye also going to execute the mission with us?" Hu Daoke glanced at Feng who looked lost not far away, then turned his head to ask Luo’er.

"Of course," Luo’er replied as if it was only natural, "She is also a member of the Advance Team."

"Well, isn’t it inappropriate to bring a swordsman for special operations?" Hu Daoke lowered his voice and hesitated.

"Special operations also need to be adapted to the situation," Luo’er lifted his head to glance at him, then casually explained, "Just like initially, none of us believed that Feng could close the Door of Annihilation by herself."

"Sister Moumou also contributed to that, to be honest," Hu Daoke scratched his head and murmured, "But it’s a bit regrettable that the one who proposed the solution was another Sister Momo."

Just as his voice fell, his calf was kicked. Following that, a threatening voice came from behind him, "What’s there to regret? Am I not your sister?"

Upon hearing her voice, Hu Daoke was frightened and quickly turned to look at her. As expected, a blue hair clip had been put on the tips of Tangmo’s hair, and she was staring at him unhappily.

"Uh, I’m going to check if Old Cheng’s equipment is ready." Hu Daoke coughed awkwardly then hurriedly left.

"Luo’er!" After scaring off Hu Daoke, Tangmo’s face immediately became enthusiastic, and she wrapped her arm around Luo’er’s with a smile in her eyes.

"Have you prepared all the stuff I asked for?" Luo’er asked while arranging his equipment, clearly her presence was somewhat bothering him.

"I’ve prepared it long ago. Do you think I’m like my sister?" Tangmo looked at him with a beaming smile.

"You, stop bad-mouthing your sister all the time. She’s your sister after all." Luo’er said awkwardly.

"So what, she was never the sharpest tool in the shed anyway." Tangmo said, her face suddenly changed, and then she had a violent cough. After recovering, she quickly stuck out her tongue, pouting with an expression of feeling lingering fear.

"See, retribution is already here!" Luo’er shook his head and said helplessly.

Since Moumou had absolute control of the body, she could take the control back at any time. Under such circumstances, Momo was very passive, and even a slight upset would lead to a warning.

"Hmph!" While Tangmo was dissatisfied, she still grumbled in her heart, and she let out a pouting sound from her nose.

The timing and motivation for their identity switch were very puzzling. Sometimes it was Moumou wanting to rest, so she let her sister take over. Sometimes it was her sister making demands, and Moumou would agree. For Moumou, as she saw Momo as her close relative who shared the same body, she was very willing to fulfill her sister’s wishes, under the condition that she couldn’t mess around.

While everyone was preparing their weapons and equipment in a hurry, Li Si seemed to be a bit impatient. He rushed into the room where everyone was, urging them with a aggrieved face, "Guys, hurry up! I’m about to be driven mad by those dwarves."

"We’re almost done, almost done, no need to rush!" Hu Daoke raised his hand and retorted.

"Don’t bring anything else, just bring your combat equipment. The logistics for your entire operation will be supplied by the Ronisca aerial fleet, so there is no need to worry about logistics." Seeing Hu Daoke stuffing clothes into his backpack, Li Si couldn’t help but chime in.

"You’re not going to provide underwear too, are you?" Hu Daoke looked taken aback before plucking his big floral briefs out of his own bag.

"Only if you want!" Li Si replied.

"But they won’t fit." Hu Daoke scratched his head in concern.

His words instantly prompted a ripple of laughter from the previously tense group, finally easing the atmosphere. Li Si, suppressing a snicker himself, fell silent for a moment before once again urging them, "Hurry up!"

Under Li Si’s coaxing, the rest of the team, including Luo’er, finally finished their preparations. Carrying essential backpacks, they arrived at the camp’s courtyard.

They came to an open-space where a Ronisca transport plane was already present, the same model as the one they had boarded in the pandemic area. Luo’er noticed that the aircraft was already in a half-ready-to-take-off state, with its belly hovering twenty centimeters above the ground, its landing gear already retracted. It was just waiting for the Advance Team to board and then it would immediately take off.

"Lord Luo’er, are you leaving again?" Daier, a maid, suddenly appeared from the crowd and asked with a worried face.

"Uh," Before Daier’s address, Luo’er couldn’t help but want to retort. He had many words to say, but after a moment of hesitation, he said to Daier, "Yes, could you take care of Chief Wang Xu for me while I’m gone? If he asks, just say it was my idea."

"Yes, I’ll do my best." Luo’er’s words seemed to touch Daier’s heart. She nodded slightly, a blush of shyness appearing on her face.

Seeing her reaction, Luo’er continued on. Halfway through his walk, he suddenly slapped his forehead and loudly yelled into the air, "Fula, stop messing around, we’re about to leave!"

"Hmph, now you remember me, even though I’ve been here all along." Upon his words, Luo’er heard Fulajie’er’s resentful voice in his ear.

"I thought you were with your sister." Hearing her resentful tone, Luo’er said with a wry smile.

"I don’t cling to my sister all the time. Can’t you call me at least once?" Fulajie’er sounded pitiful.

"How could I? After all, it’s precious time for you to spend with your sister." Luo’er scratched his head in response.

"Next time we come back I won’t stay with my sister, I’ll stay with you!" Fulajie’er huffed.

"In that case, your sister definitely won’t let me go." Luo’er again replied with a bitter smile.

"Hmph, in the end, you’re still fickle. Without me around, it’s more convenient for you to flirt with other girls, isn’t it?" Fulajie’er suddenly became jealous.

"No, that’s nonsense, don’t get it twisted," Luo’er said, almost lost for words in the face of Fulajie’er’s capricious behavior.

"So I’ll ask you, who among these people is the most important to you?" Fulajie’er dropped this fatal question.

"Everyone is important, everyone is important, just in different ways," Luo’er explained hastily.

"Again, what is our relationship to you?" Fulajie’er asked.

"You all...are my wings!" After hesitating for a moment, Luo’er replied with twinkling eyes.

"Wings?" It seemed Fulajie’er had never heard such a description before, so she was momentarily taken aback.

"Yes, yes, yes, look, without you guys, how could I have achieved so much alone? The fact that I can stand here today is all thanks to your help, isn’t it?" Luo’er rubbed his itching head, gesticulating wildly as he spoke.

"So in the end, you want them all, right?" After a long silence, Fulajie’er asked with a touch of melancholy.

"No, don’t make assumptions." Luo’er almost collapsed in frustration as he responded.