309: Séance

"Level 2 special energy reaction detected ahead."

"Hmm?"

"Is that the wild god's doing?"

A pilot raised a question while locking onto the energy source's location—it was in the center of the enemy formation, a young boy with hollow eyes and palms pressed together as if in prayer.

"Just an ordinary blind kid. Let him pray. I want to see how much longer his wild god can hold out, hahaha."

His teammates also noticed the situation but remained indifferent.

"Level 3 special energy reaction detected ahead."

"The alarm again? Level 3 already?"

"It's likely that wild god's final counterattack. There will probably be two Nascent Soul combatants. Everyone on alert, prioritize neutralizing changing units."

"Roger."

"Roger. But Captain, so what if there are two Nascent Souls? Are we afraid of them with over a dozen mechas?"

"Old Chen, these mechas aren't ours. If they get damaged and the insurance doesn't cover it, just wait and cry."

The young pilot who first discovered the energy reaction also joked, trying to ease the rising tension. But as soon as he spoke, the alarm rang again, even more urgent.

"Ding! Level 4 special energy reaction detected ahead. Magnitude is higher than this unit. Evade immediately."

"Ding! Level 4 special detected... Hiss... Warning! Level 5 detected... Law... Interference... Alarm!!"

"What is that?"

The young pilot panicked instantly. Looking at the screen inside the cockpit flashing red lights and blaring alarms, his mind went blank.

Just as he was about to pilot the mecha to retreat, all alarms suddenly stopped, and the screen returned to normal.

"Xiao Li, why are you dazing off?"

The captain's shout made the young pilot shudder, and he hurriedly connected to the team channel.

"Captain, my system was alarming like crazy just now, saying there was some Level 5 reaction, and then it suddenly fixed itself. It seemed..."

"Forget it, Level 5 reaction? That little thing just launched a wide-range attack and then exhausted itself."

"Even that divine statue has gone quiet."

A middle-aged teammate said casually in the channel, his tone becoming relaxed.

"We took the opportunity to charge just now. The battle is over, and we just saw you standing there like an idiot."

"I told you, how could those big shots just give us such good mechas to use for nothing?"

"You must have hit the jackpot, kid, getting stuck with that defective unit."

"Luckily they had some conscience. If they sent you to hunt Yao Beasts or monsters, they wouldn't be as easy to deal with as these people."

"A narrow escape. Honestly, you should treat us to a late-night snack."

"Get lost, where would I get the money?"

"Besides, I'm clearly the unlucky one. You guys should be treating me to comfort me!"

The young teammate also felt he was unlucky to have encountered a defective mecha. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't say that. Didn't you buy a lottery ticket? Maybe tomorrow you'll be a multi-millionaire or billionaire. A rich man not treating us would be uncalled for."

"Stop bickering. Quickly finish off the rest so we can head back. We've delayed long enough."

Before he could retort, the captain interrupted the conversation.

The team then began their cleanup mission, sweeping through the ordinary residents hiding in the city's safe zone and catching up with a group of company personnel who hadn't evacuated in time.

On the way, they also intercepted some personnel from the Grace Group who hadn't managed to withdraw, seizing their supplies.

"Captain, is this really okay?"

"If the higher-ups investigate..."

The young pilot didn't finish, but his meaning was clear.

"Don't worry, the higher-ups have already given the word."

"These people couldn't all be allowed to leave anyway. Not killing that Soul Transformation expert's confidants is already being generous."

"We'll take these resources back, skim a little off the top, and hand the rest over to share the responsibility. It'll be fine, and we can even make a small profit."

Since the captain said so, everyone followed suit.

Everything was unusually smooth. From arrival to departure, they returned fully loaded, the whole process being incredibly easy.

After returning home, the young pilot slumped on the sofa and casually turned on the TV to watch the lottery drawing program.

"Strange, I didn't do much today, so why am I so tired..."

He muttered while scratching his head, mindlessly waiting for the numbers to be announced. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright with a start.

"One, two, three... All, all of them matched?"

He gripped the lottery ticket tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh, oh my God... This, this can't be a dream, right?"

"I'll go save Mo Ran. You guys handle things here."

At this moment, An Xu was stepping on a Titan dozens of times larger than himself, a striking contrast.

After dragging the last pilot out of the cockpit and dealing with him, he turned and said to Yuan Chenling and Qing Xuan in an ethereal voice.

Then, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished before everyone's eyes.

Everyone was still in a daze; just a moment ago, they were almost certain to die.

However, this Pope's Disciple suddenly erupted, a pale gold force field rippling around him. In the next second, all the Titans collapsed to the ground.

Then, he swiftly pulled out the pilots one by one, dealt with them quickly, and disappeared.

At this moment, the scene involving hundreds of thousands of people instantly became chaotic.

Those in the front clearly saw An Xu's actions, but those in the back only felt a gale hit their faces, followed by the giant mechas crashing down.

The confused crowd began to panic, and the communication channels were flooded with inquiries.

Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, fortunately, the Power Of Faith still remained. Yuan Chenling manipulated the yuanwu xielü to release pressure, quickly stabilizing the scene.

Then Qing Xuan explained to the crowd.

"The boy just now is named An Xu, and he is the Pope's Disciple."

"Just now, the deity of the Taiyi Sect, the Taiyi God, has descended. He possessed the Pope's Disciple, An Xu, to clear the obstacles for us!"

"It was your spirit of resistance, your stubborn will, that summoned the God!"

"The Taiyi God has come, and the suffering is over. The Taiyi God has come, and victory belongs to us!"

"Now, everyone, we can start cheering—cheering for the victory we truly won for ourselves!"

"Once our God rescues the Pope, this unprecedented war will come to a complete end."

"One last time—we have won!"

As Qing Xuan's voice fell, the crowd, previously suppressed by the pressure, erupted once again into mountain-shaking cheers, then fell into a fanatical rhythm of praising the Taiyi God in unison.

Seeing this, Qing Xuan secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

Today has really been a roller coaster of ups and downs.

What a mess this is.

First falling into a trap and Mo Ran being captured, then over a dozen Titan mechas appearing.

At that time, he almost couldn't help but scream.

Where did all these Titans come from?

If it weren't for stabilizing morale and the necessity of rescuing Mo Ran, he would have planned to retreat to the main city to plot revenge long ago.

He didn't expect that at the critical moment, An Xu could actually summon the Holy Brother.

If he saw correctly, the technique appearing on An Xu was exactly the God Summoning Art left behind by Zhou Yan.

He had been stunned by the formation of over a dozen Titans and the incident of Mo Ran being kidnapped, almost forgetting this move.

With the faith being so intense right now, if he used it to call Zhou Yan, he would surely sense it.

Fortunately, An Xu was clever and used the God Summoning Art at this time.

It was also lucky that a large amount of residual consciousness had accumulated in his body. With such a massive amount of intent, the effect of summoning the god would be so powerful.

Meanwhile, Wilde's team was forced to stop.

Uncle Fu and a squad of Core Formation guards shielded Wilde behind them, while in front of them stood a young boy.

In the boy's hollow eye sockets, a pair of illusory golden eyes emerged.

The eyes were filled with a sense of oppression and sharpness, a blend of imperial majesty and divinity washing over them.

A golden halo hung behind the boy's head, emitting an ancient and peaceful aura, but when that auspicious light fell on them, it was as searing as a brand.

Uncle Fu felt the other party's extraordinariness. Though nervous, he still tried to maintain his elegance and slowly took a step forward.

"Fellow Daoist, for what reason have you come?"

"We are the Grace Group. Our group's background..."

"Boom—!!!"

A fist force carrying wind and thunder crashed out, slamming Uncle Fu into the distant mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The figure then rushed into the team and snatched Mo Ran away. Mo Ran instantly vanished in his hands.

Only then did he look at the crowd and speak coldly.

"Disgusting things, so much nonsense."