Chapter 105: Decisive Battle (Part 4) [VIP]
Vegapunk's heart sank.
A feeling of finality, mixed with regret, disappointment and pain, suddenly surged into his heart.
York...
When York went to see Smoker without telling them, he knew that York had his own little thoughts.
But he didn't take it too seriously at the time. After all, Smoker represented the outsiders, and he couldn't completely trust the fate of the planet to an alien.
After that, time passed and York did nothing more.
Vegapunk even pushed this matter behind various inventions and creations.
After that, he was controlled by Yale to produce large quantities of exoskeletons.
After being awakened by Smoker, he felt more and more that time was running out and wanted to research more effective EMP equipment to reduce the killing among his compatriots.
He no longer had time to care about what York was doing.
As a result of this negligence, York actually left the institute and turned off the institute's protective shield before leaving.
...Could it be that she was planning to go and tell Yale about this? This thought flashed through his mind before Vegapunk dismissed it.
Yale can monitor the entire planet without anyone informing on him, and informing on others to survive is the most unlikely way.
But in this case...what can York do?
Vegapunk's expression changed. "Shaka, quickly check on the ancient weapons!"
Although the ancient weapons were reduced in size by Yale, they were not reduced permanently.
They have mastered the technology to make weapons bigger again, and this has been uploaded to the punk records without reservation!
Shakya came back quickly, and his tone was so serious that it suffocated Vegapunk.
"Uranus and Pluto are all gone!"
After some investigation, Pythagoras discovered the tampered records of the use of the mother fire.
Vegapunk swayed a few times and was supported by Stussy.
"Master, you must stay calm at a time like this!"
"I know... I just didn't expect it... Never mind, there's no time!"
Vegapunk shook his head. Reality didn't give him time to think further.
"Lilith, go with Atlas and Stussy to find York. There's a battle going on outside the islands right now, and she can't leave easily."
"Shaka, Edison, Pythagoras, you and I will continue to make nuclear bombers together!"
The five clones nodded seriously and took action quickly.
After leaving the institute, Stussy, Lilith and Atlas got in the car together.
Lilith is responsible for driving, and Atlas is responsible for retrieving surveillance information.
Stussy had nothing to do for the time being, and remembering the machine they were making, he asked curiously.
"What's a nuclear bomber?" she asked cleverly. "You're still here making it during this dangerous time. Doesn't that prove it's crucial to the current war situation?"
Lilith nodded as Atlas explained to her while turning left and right under his command.
She was not worried that Stussy was being controlled. To be honest, Yale could control their clones faster than he could control Stussy.
Lilith: "Electromagnetic pulses can paralyze the exoskeleton and render most of the islanders incapable of combat. Electromagnetic pulses are a phenomenon that can generate high-intensity transient electromagnetic fields and can be triggered by nuclear explosions."
As for nuclear explosions, fortunately, they have now developed the mother fire that can trigger a nuclear explosion.
"As long as the amount is controlled and a small area is detonated, the strong electromagnetic field can cover the entire island group and paralyze all electronic equipment."
Den Den Mushi imitated York's voice and demeanor, saying with a smug tone, "When the time comes, you'll break the crack and leave, regaining the initiative!"
In the subspace garbage dump, unlike their initial arrogance and unyielding spirit, the Celestial Dragons who had been imprisoned for several months had become much more obedient.
Most of them began to succumb to reality and followed Musgarud's example by picking up trash in exchange for points, which they then exchanged for various foods and items.
Yale had no interest in beating and scolding them like they tortured slaves.
Mental torture is also a kind of torture. Even for the pampered Tianlong people, the status gap from world aristocrats to garbage sorters is more painful and uncomfortable than physical torture.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will spend their whole lives picking up trash to atone for their sins.
Therefore, we must eat our fill so that we can live longer and atone for our sins for a longer period of time.
If they have enough points, they can even redeem a small house instead of living near a garbage dump.
Under such circumstances, some Tianlong people who could not bear the hunger naturally sorted out the garbage and worked hard to build simple dog kennels that they had never thought of before.
But among them, there are some special Tianlong people who have never compromised.
The knights of the Order of God still maintain their status and pride, with no intention of lowering themselves.
It’s not that they won’t be hungry, but there are plenty of Celestial Dragons willing to provide them with food.
Here, bullying is not allowed, but free trade or gifts are allowed.
The Celestial Dragons had all sorts of thoughts in mind - such as hoping that powerful knights would take them away, or being fans of the knights who naturally couldn't bear to see their idols suffer - in short, Metal Ball wouldn't care about their transactions unless they were willing.
Thanks to the Celestial Dragons' sacrifice, the Knights were not in such a mess, but there was still a gloomy feeling between their brows.
Some of them relied on the power of Yim to maintain their youth. Now that Yim is gone, aging is quickly apparent, and that superior spirit is immediately gone.
If they didn't have the goal of revenge on Yale, they would definitely be in a worse situation than they are now.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
The sound of the Den Den Mushi came from far away.
A celestial dragon who was picking up garbage lifted up the ringing Den Den Mushi as if presenting a treasure.
"Sir, I found this in the garbage mountain over there. It was just thrown down."
"...Thank you." Shamrock took the Den Den Mushi and thanked him.
The dragon man immediately looked flattered and left, thanking profusely as if he had gotten a great bargain.
Looking at the brand new Den Den Mushi, Shamrock picked up the phone.
Before he could speak, the Den Den Mushi imitated York's voice.
"I'm the Vegapunk clone from Future Island, York. I have a way to get you out of the subspace. I'll immediately hand the Den Den Mushi over to the most powerful one among you!"
Shamrock glanced at his father and said directly, "I am Saint Figalando Shamrock, leader of the Knights of God. Speak frankly."
Den Den Mushi was silent for two seconds, as if he didn't expect that the person who answered the phone would be a big shot.
She said, "Do you know what's happening outside right now?"
Shamrock: "You know, the war has already started?"
The subspace also received Yale's live broadcast signal, as well as the previous declaration of war between the new government and the revolutionary army, which they all saw.
But they could not see that they were powerless and could not get out at all.
"The two sides are fighting, and the outcome is unpredictable." York quickly got to the point and stated his purpose.
"I have a way to get you out of the warp. You need to let me become a Celestial Dragon after you leave and return to the Holy Land!"
Shamrock chuckled. Is this Vegapunk?
This is a fool who is blinded by greed!
"You know that a new government has been established outside," Shamrock reminded.
"Are you so sure that we can return to the Holy Land and regain control of the world after we leave?"
"You can do it." York smiled proudly.
"I own two ancient weapons, but these cannot be operated by one person."
The Knights who originally didn't take the Den Den Mushi seriously all looked over.
They knew exactly what 'ancient weapons' meant, but...
Shamrock: "What about Yale? One or two ancient weapons can't hurt him. How can you be sure that he isn't monitoring our conversation?"
"I made this Den Den Mushi specially. It imitates the brain waves of other creatures and also adds electromagnetic interference."
York has taken great pains for his future.
She originally placed her hopes on Smoker, hoping that he could take her out so that she could find the Celestial Dragons to make a deal.
Later, when the Celestial Dragons were captured, she simply gave up and lay down.
But now, Yale has started a world war.
She realized that if she didn't take action, not only would she not be able to enjoy life, she would even lose her life.
So instead of sitting there and waiting for death, it’s better to try the Celestial Dragons’ route again.
If they failed and couldn't use this opportunity to escape from the warp, she could try other methods.
Anyway, the worst outcome is death, so she has to try her best before she can accept it.
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"Emotional data has been recorded and uploaded to the core AI emotion collection~"
The shipborne elves use a new voice pack and emotional plug-ins, and their happy tones echo within the bridge, complementing the cheerful music that is playing at the moment.
This is simply the best portrayal of Yale's mood. He is indeed in a very good mood now.
He never gets tired of watching the drama of the battle between relatives, such as father and daughter killing each other, brothers fighting each other, and the pain and despair after waking up - these complex emotions greatly satisfy his desire for collecting.
When Shanks walked into the bridge, he saw Yale, who rarely left his metal chair, standing in front of several densely packed surveillance windows, humming a song and shaking his head.
His brows furrowed even more tightly, and his gaze shifted from Yale's back to the string of decreasing comparative numbers next to Yale.
Countdown? No, this number, which is over ten digits and decreasing rapidly, can't be a countdown...
Thinking of a certain possibility, his heart sank and his face became even uglier.
"Ale." Shanks shouted, his voice was lower than expected, with anger that he tried to suppress but could not hide.
The figure in front of the screen turned around, his back to the light, his surroundings illuminated by the constantly changing surveillance lights. On his face, his expression could not be seen, only a pair of golden pupils and the golden patterns under his eyes were shining brightly.
With his long hair swaying slightly, Yale was wearing a dark red and gold casual suit, and his voice was filled with smiles.
"Hello again, Red-Haired Shanks."
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