141: Chapter 141 The Whereabouts of the Head of Ceremonies...

The carriage was quiet for two seconds.

Jiang Yanxue propped herself up from the sofa, her dark red pupils glowing eerily.

"Your luck is sixty-eight now, plus Shen Wanxing's Lucky Critical hundredfold probability—"

"A hundredfold trigger rate for zero point seven percent, with a baseline luck modification of sixty-eight."

Shen Wanbing pushed up her glasses.

Her voice carried a rare hint of a tremor.

"This means—from now on, every time Shen Wanxing loots a supply box, there's a very high chance of hitting the jackpot."

"More than that." Chen Chen put his water glass on the table, "System random events, drop quality, critical hit determinations—all the underlying logic involving luck is modified by sixty-eight points of luck."

The first floor was quiet for five seconds.

The sound of Su Xiaoqi chewing meat was exceptionally clear.

"So..." Blood Rose clutched an empty energy bar wrapper and swallowed hard,

"Master, not only are you a walking attribute power bank, but now you're also a walking lottery machine?"

Chen Chen didn't answer.

He walked to the command console and opened the holographic panel.

"Sister Bing, what's your Mental Power after absorbing the Ability Crystal yesterday?"

"Ninety-two."

"Higher than mine."

Shen Wanbing's finger hovered over the panel.

Chen Chen's current Mental Power is eighty-eight, hers is ninety-two, a difference of four points.

This means—

"The condition for Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation's feedback is that a certain attribute must be higher than mine. Your Mental Power qualifies."

Shen Wanbing's breathing rhythm changed.

The blue light of the concentration ice heart necklace pulsed twice.

"Tomorrow night—"

"You're on the schedule."

...

Early the next morning.

The Sky Fortress moved slowly under the tow of the Ghost Fortress.

The forty-five-ton steel beast dragged a fortress five hundred meters in the air, weaving through the Floating Giant Tree Forest.

A massive dark-gold shadow swept over the acid marsh.

The world below was in chaos.

Scattered survivors who had jumped from other war zones were struggling in the acid marsh—ordinary vehicles without maglev engines could only stay on the rare rocky highlands; once the acid mist corroded the tires, they were completely scrapped.

Several small convoys were fighting tooth and nail for a dry rocky highland, gunshots and screams echoing in the acid mist.

Then they looked up.

They saw the metal fortress slowly floating five hundred meters in the air.

The dark-gold hexagonal structure cast a shadow that blotted out the sky.

The faint glow of a C-rank shield flowed across the dome.

Further away, more than forty vehicles of various types were lined up in a neat formation, floating within a dark-silver shield halo.

All fighting stopped instantly.

Everyone looked up, their expressions changing from confusion to shock, and then to pure terror.

"What the fuck... is that thing?"

In the communication channel, an unfamiliar voice trembled.

Nobody answered.

Fourth-floor Pilot Tower.

Chen Chen switched the camera back to the command console panel and opened the information slate given by the Landlady.

"Snake Scale Tribe Female Speaker."

He tapped the panel.

The Landlady's voice came up from the first floor of the fortress.

The Red Fox Tribe communication chip allowed her to directly access the fortress's communication network.

"The Rusted Waste City was hunted by the 'seed network' during the jump. That snake woman escaped with about a dozen clansmen and waste city guards. But the signal was cut."

"Does she have anything valuable on her?"

"Haven't you already taken the snake scale tribe legacy pebble? But in her head—"

The Landlady's tone changed, "The tactical experience of the Snake Scale Tribe against the Lord of Flesh for a thousand years, the secret communication frequencies of the Alien Alliance, and the distribution of alien native forces on the second map... it's all in that head of hers."

"I understand."

Chen Chen turned his head.

"Sister Bing."

Shen Wanbing had already turned the concentration ice heart necklace to high power.

Mental Power tentacles spread out with her as the center.

Ninety-two points of Mental Power plus the one-hundred-and-twenty-kilometer base coverage of the All-Terrain Scanning Radar—the actual penetration range had broken through two hundred and forty kilometers.

She closed her eyes, and the data stream on the panel was refreshing frantically.

"Three hundred and seventeen kilometers—South-Southeast—Magnetic Storm Canyon."

Her eyes opened.

"Found it. The bio-electric field frequency of a cold-blooded alien race is exactly the same as the Yi Chang you saw in the waste city before. It's very weak... but I can confirm she's alive."

Chen Chen clenched his fist.

"What else?"

Shen Wanbing's expression changed.

The blue light of the concentration ice heart necklace suddenly surged to a blinding brightness.

"A large... a very large number of humanoid heat sources, thousands of them, are converging frantically from the northwest. The direction of convergence—Magnetic Storm Canyon."

She pushed the 3D terrain projection to the center of the Pilot Tower.

A massive dark-red arrow was plunging straight toward Magnetic Storm Canyon.

Inside the arrow, it was densely packed with small red dots—each representing a life sign.

"Energy fluctuation signatures... all carry the exclusive faith mark of 'Ashen'. This is the main force of the Bishop of Ashes."

Shen Wanbing looked up.

"Conservatively estimated, three thousand people, all of them fanatics after baptism."

The communicator crackled.

In the public channel, a voice with a metallic texture exploded in everyone's mind.

The Bishop of Ashes.

"Heretic of District 069."

The voice didn't have any arrogant tone; instead, it carried a chilling calmness.

"You destroyed my advance phantom with that beam of light yesterday. I thank you; it made my followers even more fanatical."

"The snake woman has something I need. I give you a piece of friendly advice—don't come."

"Otherwise—"

Chen Chen cut off the public channel reception.

He pushed the engine power to the limit.

Outside the panoramic window, the Floating Giant Tree Forest receded frantically on both sides.

The Sky Fortress, pulled by the forty-five-ton steel beast, tore through the acid mist, rushing at full speed toward the Magnetic Storm Canyon three hundred and seventeen kilometers away.

"All forces, hear my command."

Chen Chen's voice was transmitted simultaneously to the terminals of the forty-four vehicles via Fleet Link.

"Target: Magnetic Storm Canyon. Three thousand fanatics."

He paused for a moment.

"I want to snatch the Snake Scale Tribe Speaker out of his mouth before the Bishop of Ashes arrives."

The communication channel was silent for a second.

Iron Wall's voice came through: "Boss, three thousand people—"

"One shot from the S-rank Void Annihilation Matrix can clear eight hundred meters."

The channel went completely silent.

Fourth-floor Pilot Tower.

Jiang Jiuyou's fingers were already on the holographic panel of the secondary command console.

Fleet formation data skipped rapidly under her fingertips.

Chen Chen glanced at her.

"Ready?"

Jiang Jiuyou's ice-blue pupils were startlingly bright.

"You're asking me if I'm ready?"

The corner of her mouth curved up slightly.

"I've been ready from the moment I sat in this chair."

The engine hum of the Ghost Fortress rose to its limit.

The forty-five-ton steel beast, leading the fleet composed of the Sky Fortress and forty-four vehicles, pulled out a blue-white light band stretching across the horizon five hundred meters in the air.

On the roof, the rhombic prism of the Void Annihilation Matrix began to rotate slowly.

A spectral blue light swept across the horizon ahead.