Chapter 100 Tonight, we will raze the false god's palace to the ground!
The cargo door of the military transport plane opened fully amidst the hissing of hydraulic pressure.
A biting, heavy gust of wind, carrying the scent of snow and fir trees, swept in.
This is the air of the Alps; when you breathe it in, it feels like your internal organs are about to freeze.
Beneath our feet was a makeshift running track that had been cleared out temporarily. The indicator lights on both sides flickered in the vast snowy night, guiding us like ghostly flames.
This place is codenamed "Outpost".
The Yan family spent a huge sum of money to establish a highly confidential material transit base in Europe.
A European man dressed in white snow camouflage clothing and with his face painted quickly stepped forward, gave Lu Zhanting a standard military salute, and spoke fluent Chinese.
"Thor, White Bear, the head of the 'Outpost' base, is reporting for duty. Everything is ready."
Thor, Lu Zhanting's code name in the international intelligence community.
“The situation,” Lu Zhanting said succinctly.
“The snowstorm is heavy, which provides us with natural cover.” White Bear handed over a sturdy tactical tablet. “The last drone reconnaissance three hours ago showed no change in the outer perimeter of ‘Valhalla.’ They are confident, or rather, arrogant.”
On the tablet, a dynamic 3D map is clearly displayed, with the terrain and infrared heat sources within a 50-kilometer radius of "Valhalla" marked one by one.
Lu Zhanting took the tablet but did not check it immediately. Instead, he turned to face the "Dragon Fang" team members behind him.
"Target area, -30 degrees Celsius, level 7 wind. Check life support systems and heating units."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it easily cut through the howling wind and snow, each word clear and distinct.
The team members moved in unison, quickly checking their equipment.
Su Wanqing inhaled a breath of cold air, and her "Innate Qi" circulated within her body on its own, instantly dispelling the chill. Her extraordinary senses extended, and she could even clearly "hear" the faint sound of wind-blown snowflakes hitting rocks a kilometer away.
She raised her head and looked at the majestic snow-capped mountains shrouded in the deep darkness of the night.
In her field of vision, above that area, hovered a massive, malevolent, dark gray cloud of gas, invisible to the naked eye.
It was a huge, persistent malignant tumor that was constantly eroding the righteous spirit of this land.
That is "Valhalla".
A false temple built with countless sins and lives.
The group quickly entered the base.
The base is hidden inside the mountain. Its exterior is an ordinary mountain wall, but its interior is a hidden world.
A warm breeze wafted over me, and the lights were bright.
The people coming and going had solemn expressions and hurried steps, exuding professionalism and efficiency.
In the spacious command center, a huge sand table is placed in the center.
Lu Zhanting connected the tactical tablet to the projection device, and the entire three-dimensional structure of "Valhalla" was immediately presented to everyone.
"According to current intelligence, 'Valhalla' is divided into two parts: above ground and underground. The above-ground part is a disguised sanatorium, with its defense mainly consisting of mercenaries on the perimeter. The core is three hundred meters underground."
Lu Zhanting's finger traced across the map.
"The main threat comes from the underground 'Templar Guard,' who are core members of the 'Return to Origin Faction,' and their strength far surpasses that of the 'Shadow' and 'King of Hell' we encountered in China."
The team members paused slightly, their expressions tense.
Just then, Su Wanqing walked up to the sand table.
She didn't speak, but simply extended a finger, and a soft white light shone from the fingertip.
She closed her eyes.
The scenes that will be deduced in space will be materialized on the sand table through the ability of "power projection".
The room was filled with astonishment; everyone held their breath.
A more detailed and complex virtual map, composed of countless points of light, covered the original sand table.
This map clearly shows the internal structure of the underground temple, with every corridor and the location of every sentry post clearly marked.
The most unsettling part is the very center of the map.
There, a huge, crimson energy ball was slowly pulsating, like an evil heart.
Countless dense black pipes extended out from the energy cluster, covering the entire underground temple.
"The energy core of 'Valhalla,' a 'blood pool' formed by the sacrifice of countless lives." Su Wanqing opened her eyes, her voice cold. "It provides energy to the temple and is the source of power for all 'Return to Origin' practitioners. Destroy it, and 'Valhalla' will be nothing more than a cage without claws."
The meeting room was deathly silent.
Even someone as seasoned as Bai Xiong was dumbfounded; this seemingly divinely inspired method of intelligence gathering completely overturned his understanding.
The members of "Dragon Fang" instantly ignited a fervent fighting spirit in their eyes. One veteran even unconsciously clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.
Their eyes were filled with absolute trust and respect when they looked at Su Wanqing.
With such a "god" as our backing, how could we possibly lose a single battle!
A hint of pride flashed in Lu Zhanting's eyes. He grasped his wife's hand, and when he turned his head, his gaze had regained its sharp edge.
"Plan, change."
He pointed to an area outside the blood pool on the sand table.
"This is the armory and energy storage area. I will lead the 'Dragon Fang' main force to storm this place, create maximum chaos, and draw the main force of the 'Templar Guard'."
He looked at Su Wanqing, his voice becoming incredibly gentle.
"Wanwan, Blood Pool, I'm entrusting it to you."
This was an incredibly audacious plan, entrusting the most crucial decapitation mission entirely to one person.
This was unprecedented in the history of "Dragon Fang".
However, no one objected.
Because they witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.
"Understood." Su Wanqing nodded.
"Groups one and two, clear the perimeter and suppress fire. Group three, follow me for the assault." Lu Zhanting quickly gave the orders. "Remember, the enemy is not human; there's no need to hold back. 'High-intensity explosive bombs' and directed-energy weapons are your best friends. Move out in five minutes."
"yes!"
The roars echoed, and the team members quickly dispersed, their faces filled with murderous intent.
Only Su Wanqing and Lu Zhanting remained in the meeting room.
Lu Zhanting walked up to her, carefully straightened the collar of her combat uniform, and then checked the sandalwood box strapped to her arm.
"Are you scared?" he asked in a low voice.
Su Wanqing shook her head, looked up at him, and her clear eyes reflected his figure.
“Before, I was always waiting for you from behind, and I was always terrified,” she said softly. “Now, we fight side by side. I’m not afraid anymore.”
Because he was always there for her.
She was always by his side.
A surge of warmth enveloped Lu Zhanting's heart. He lowered his head and placed a burning kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be waiting for you at the finish line."
"good."
Five minutes later.
Two modified Blackbird transport planes, transformed into night owls, silently glided out of the base and disappeared into the vast snowstorm.
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, the cold wind is like a knife.
Lu Zhanting and his twelve "Dragon Fang" team members became ghosts in the snow, moving at high speed through knee-deep snow.
Their specially made combat boots provide a slight anti-gravity buoyancy, allowing them to walk on the snow as if it were flat ground.
About 500 meters ahead of them, Su Wanqing's figure could be seen faintly.
She didn't use any equipment, yet her speed was unmatched by anyone else.
Her body was as light as a feather; her toes barely touched the snow before she was gone, leaving a trace of no more than one centimeter.
The wind and snow parted automatically when they reached three feet in front of her.
With her control over the heavens and earth, she opened up the safest and most hidden path for the entire team.
Suddenly, Su Wanqing stopped and raised her right hand.
The entire team froze instantly, everyone raising their guns in unison, entering combat readiness.
"Three hundred meters ahead, in the rocky area, there's something there." Su Wanqing's voice came clearly through the tactical communicator.
Looking through the high-powered binoculars on his helmet, Lu Zhanting saw a jagged expanse of strange rocks ahead, but no signs of life could be seen in thermal imaging mode.
“Number, eight,” Su Wanqing added. “Non-living things, energy bodies.”
Inanimate objects.
The team members felt a chill run down their spines.
"One group on the left flank, two groups on the right flank, three groups providing frontal suppression," Lu Zhanting calmly ordered. "Remember the operational guidelines."
The team dispersed silently, and a large net quietly surrounded the rocky area.
When they entered the 200-meter range, a sudden change occurred.
Eight dark figures suddenly emerged from the shadows of the rocks.
They have human-shaped outlines but no facial features. Their bodies are made of flowing black energy, and they hold long black swords formed from condensed cold energy.
It moved with incredible speed, leaving eight afterimages in its wake as it hurtled towards the snow.
"Fire!"
Lu Zhanting gave the order.
More than a dozen disc-shaped "high-intensity light bombs" roared out and exploded in the group of dark figures.
A burst of intense light and heat, comparable to daytime, occurred instantly.
"hiss--!"
A shrill, inhuman shriek rang out, and the mist that formed the shadows was violently scorched and evaporated under the intense light.
In a single exchange, the three dark figures were completely purified amidst screams.
The remaining five also lost their breath and became sluggish.
"Directed energy weapon, free fire!"
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Several beams of high-energy, dark blue particles, trailing trails, precisely struck their targets.
There was no explosion, no loud noise.
Any part hit by the particle beam was directly erased by an invisible force and disappeared into thin air.
Within a few breaths, the remaining five dark figures were cut into pieces and completely vanished into the air.
From discovery to resolution, it takes no more than thirty seconds.
The "Dragon Fang" team members were both shocked and inspired by what they saw. Those once-elusive enemies were now utterly vulnerable in the face of targeted technological weaponry.
"Don't be careless." Lu Zhanting's voice calmed them down. "These are just the lowest-level 'demonic soldiers,' not even cannon fodder. Keep moving forward."
The team regrouped and continued their journey deeper into the snow-capped mountains.
About half an hour later, a huge steel building hidden under the glacial cliff appeared before them.
One of the entrances to Valhalla.
Before the alloy gate, several meters thick, stood two guards in black robes, their auras several times stronger than the previous "demon soldiers."
"Proceed according to plan." Lu Zhanting looked at Su Wanqing. "Be careful."
Su Wanqing nodded, and with a flicker, she disappeared into the shadows of the wind and snow.
Lu Zhanting took a deep breath and gave the attack order into the communicator.
"action!"
The next second, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out on the other side of the alloy door.
The assault team detonated the pre-set high explosives.
The entire mountain shook violently.
The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout Valhalla.
"Enemy attack!"
The two black-robed guards at the entrance changed their expressions drastically. Before they could react, Lu Zhanting had already led the "Dragon Fang" team members down the mountain like tigers, charging fiercely towards them.
A fierce battle of attack and defense erupted instantly at the gates of Valhalla.
On the other side of the battlefield, Su Wanqing's figure appeared at a more concealed entrance to the underground temple.
This was a passage disguised as a ventilation vent, which she found through "divine deduction"—the weakest point in the defense.
There was only one guard at the entrance to the passage.
But the aura of this guard was even stronger than that of the two people at the door combined.
He was dressed in a dark gold robe, wore a silver mask, and exuded a thick, nauseating, and chilling aura.
An enemy at the level of a minor leader.
The moment Su Wanqing appeared, the silver-masked man noticed her. He turned around abruptly, and black energy condensed into a giant scythe in his hand, slashing down at her waist with a whistling sound.
Su Wanqing neither moved nor dodged.
She simply stood there quietly, raising her hand.
In her hand, a three-inch acupuncture needle, entirely gilded, appeared out of nowhere.
The seventh of the "Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle" techniques: Dispelling Evil.
She flicked her finger.
The golden needle transformed into a streak of light, striking first despite being delayed.
The streak of light ignored the massive black scythe and the thick protective aura surrounding the silver-masked man. It passed through a phantom-like barrier and easily pierced his brow.
Time seemed to stand still.
The contempt and cruelty on the silver-masked man's face froze. He stared in disbelief at the seemingly frail woman before him, unable to comprehend how that tiny golden needle could penetrate all his defenses.
The next second, centered on the golden needle between his eyebrows, a burst of golden light erupted!
A pure, vast, and irresistible power to ward off evil exploded completely within his body.
"No--!"
With a desperate roar, golden flames erupted from his body, inside and out.
His proud, chilling, and malevolent aura offered no resistance whatsoever before the golden flames, and was completely purified and burned away.
An arrogant silver-masked man, unable to breathe, along with his giant scythe, turned to ashes.
Su Wanqing withdrew the golden needles without even glancing at the gradually dissipating ashes.
She walked up to the heavy, round gate made of a special alloy, reached out her hand, and gently pressed it against it.
The "Primordial Qi" burst forth from the body, flowing through the palm and into the gate.
The complex electronic locks and mechanical structures were rendered useless in the face of her all-pervasive spiritual power.
After a sickening metallic creak, the gate, weighing tens of tons, was forcefully pushed open by an invisible force.
A chilling energy, a hundred times more concentrated than that outside, mixed with the stench of blood and decay, surged forth from the darkness behind the door.
Su Wanqing's clothes fluttered in the wind.
Her eyes, however, were as calm as a deep pool.
This is the entrance to hell.
Here lies the hatred of her parents.
She lifted her foot and, without the slightest hesitation, stepped into the unfathomable darkness.
A new journey begins here.
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