180: The regular army was completely dumbfounded when they found a giant whale to ride in!

Amidst the roar of propellers tearing through the air, two black Armed Helicopters slowly descended onto the wide Deck of the zhenhai carrier.

The sea wind was biting, carrying a unique scent of engine oil and steel.

The cabin door opened, and Lu Sheng jumped out first, followed closely by Zhou Hai.

Qin Yue and the others also exited the cabin from the other helicopter.

Immediately after, several Military Doctors who had been waiting rushed forward and lifted the unconscious Chen Yan, who was on a stretcher, onto a medical vehicle.

"Is this the foundation of the Regular Army..."

Zhang Yi and Qin Yue followed behind, a trace of shock and apprehension flashing in their eyes as they looked at the rows of neatly arrayed elite Naval Soldiers holding New-model Rifles.

Compared to the ragged Refugee Corps at Shuangjian Peak, carrying homemade guns and cold weapons, this current force, both in morale and equipment level, seemed like the product of two different eras.

A natural sense of class disparity arose spontaneously.

"Are these the remnants that fled from Jinling?"

"They don't look like much, they're all dressed like beggars."

"Shh, keep it down. I heard the young leader is quite powerful and even tamed a Level 7 Sea Beast."

"Tch, I bet it was just luck. That whale was probably stupid to begin with, otherwise, why would it pull a raft for these refugees?"

Whispers spread among the soldiers surrounding the Deck.

Countless gazes converged on Lu Sheng's group, filled with curiosity and scrutiny, but mostly with the superiority of being within the core of the system, and a disdain for unconventional experts.

In their view, Lu Sheng's team was like country relatives fleeing famine and entering the city—utterly shabby.

Zhou Hai had a fiery temper; hearing this, the flesh on his face twitched. He was about to glare back but was stopped by Lu Sheng's raised hand.

Lu Sheng stood with his hands in the pockets of his black Combat Uniform, his expression calm, as if the surrounding harsh comments were merely the cries of seagulls.

He merely turned his head slightly to look at the Titan Giant Whale spouting water in the distance, a playful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Country bumpkins?

In this Apocalypse, he is probably the only one on this vast sea who can make a Level 7 Sea Monster his private chauffeur.

"Major Lu, I've heard much about you."

A middle-aged man wearing a crisp Field Officer's Uniform quickly approached.

He wore the rank of Senior Colonel (two bars, four stars) on his shoulder, his steps were steady, and he exuded the composed aura of a Level 7 Spirit Source Master, yet deep in his eyes lurked a trace of subtle arrogance.

"I am Wang Gang, the Combat Staff Officer of the zhenhai carrier."

Staff Officer Wang politely saluted Lu Sheng, but his gaze swept over Lu Sheng like a searchlight, seemingly trying to see through the young man's background.

"A pleasure." Lu Sheng returned the salute, his tone flat.

"We are already aware of General Chen Yan's condition, and the Medical Team will do their utmost to treat him."

Staff Officer Wang smiled and made a 'please' gesture, his movements impeccable, but his tone carried the detachment of official business: "My Teacher has been waiting for quite some time in the Combat Conference Room."

"Lead the way." Lu Sheng nodded.

The group crossed the busy Deck and arrived at the entrance of the towering, mountain-like Superstructure.

Just as Qin Yue and Lin Hu were preparing to follow him in, Staff Officer Wang suddenly stopped, turning to block their path.

"My apologies, everyone."

Staff Officer Wang wore a professional smile, but his tone was unquestionable: "My Teacher only wishes to see Major Lu alone. Major Qin Yue, I must ask the rest of you to wait briefly in the nearby Rest Area. We have prepared hot tea and food."

Qin Yue's expression changed: "But..."

Was this an attempt to separate them from their backbone?

In a place where they knew no one, if anything happened to Lu Sheng, they would be meat on the chopping block.

"What? Is this a military order, or a way to treat guests?" Zhou Hai asked, his face darkening.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The surrounding Security Soldiers immediately took a step forward. Although their muzzles were not raised, the safety catches were off.

"Captain Zhou."

Lu Sheng's calm voice rang out.

He stopped, looked back at the nervous group, and gave them a reassuring look.

"Since we've come, we might as well settle down."

Lu Sheng adjusted his collar, his tone as relaxed as if he were visiting a neighbor: "Wait here, have some tea, rest your feet. It's fine. I also want to see the demeanor of the legendary Sea God of the Military."

Then, he turned around and said calmly to Staff Officer Wang: "Let's go. Don't keep the Old General waiting."

That composed demeanor instantly overwhelmed the official authority emanating from Staff Officer Wang.

Staff Officer Wang was slightly startled, then gave Lu Sheng a deep look before stepping aside to clear the path.

"Please."

As the heavy airtight door slowly closed, Lu Sheng's figure disappeared from their sight.

Qin Yue took a deep breath and clenched her fists: "Don't wander off. Listen to Major Lu. I trust him."

Zhou Hai plopped down onto a sofa in the Rest Area, grabbed an apple from the table, took a fierce bite, and mumbled indistinctly: "Damn it, if this Regular Army dares to harm a single hair on Little Lu, I'll have that Big Whale ram this lousy ship and sink it!"

...Inside the Aircraft Carrier, the steel corridor was deep and cold.

The indicator lights of various precise instruments flashed, and High-level Spirit Source Practitioners wearing armor moved back and forth. The air was filled with the grim scent of a war machine.

Staff Officer Wang led the way, his leather boots clicking sharply on the metal floor.

"Major Lu has achieved so much at such a young age. May I ask where you studied?"

Staff Officer Wang seemed to be making casual conversation, but he was actually probing: "That Titan Giant Whale is notoriously temperamental. Major Lu must possess some special Beast Taming Secret Technique to be able to tame it, right?"

This was an attempt to gauge his background.

If a wild expert had a major power backing him, or controlled some core technology, the bargaining chips would be different.

Lu Sheng, hands in his pockets, casually glanced at the pipes on the wall and replied perfunctorily: "Good luck, I picked it up on the side of the road. As for my Teacher... self-taught, just messing around."

Staff Officer Wang stumbled slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Picked up?

Why don't you go pick up a Level 7 Sea Monster on the side of the road for me?

Just messing around? Can messing around get you to Level 7? Do you think us professionally trained soldiers are idiots?

Seeing that Lu Sheng was completely uncooperative, Staff Officer Wang stopped embarrassing himself, his expression darkened, and he quickened his pace.

A few minutes later.

The two arrived before a heavy Alloy Door.

There were no markings on the door, only two Level 8 Guards, fully armed, standing like statues.

Staff Officer Wang straightened his collar, his expression instantly becoming extremely solemn, and lightly knocked on the door.

"Report! Lu Sheng has been brought!"

After a few seconds of silence.

An aged yet robust voice came from inside: "Enter."

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry the clang of metal, penetrating the heavy Alloy Door and causing Lu Sheng's eardrums to subtly vibrate.

Interesting.

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes, and a trace of interest flashed in his dark golden pupils.

The large door slowly slid open, and a wave of Qi, mixed with iron blood, gunpowder, and the pressure of a high-level expert, instantly rushed out!

Lu Sheng stepped inside.

This was a huge Combat Conference Room, with a massive oval table in the center.

Seven people were seated around the round table.

Besides the old man sitting in the main seat, resting with his eyes closed, there were four Level 7 and two Level 6 Spirit Source Users seated on either side.

Every one of these individuals had a formidable aura and eyes as sharp as knives, clearly Fierce Military Commanders who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The moment Lu Sheng walked in, seven gazes, like seven sharp swords, simultaneously pierced toward him.

The air seemed to solidify.

This was a silent display of dominance.

If it were an ordinary person, facing this collective pressure capable of causing cardiac arrest, they would likely be trembling and dripping with cold sweat.

But Lu Sheng merely paused his steps slightly, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

His gaze bypassed everyone and locked onto the old man in the main seat.

He was an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing an Old-style Military Uniform. Although seated, his figure was straight as a pine, and across his knees lay a sheathed Ancient Sword.

Even without intentionally releasing his aura, the Dragon Blood within Lu Sheng began to subtly boil.

That was the instinctive Battle Intent triggered by encountering an expert of the same level.

Level 8 Spirit Source Practitioner.

Sword Cultivator Sequence.

This old man is very strong!