138: Venina and Isadore!

The great battle between the Huangpu River Fortress and the Songjiang Fortress had entered a white-hot stage.

Almost every minute, a large number of sea monsters died.

Similarly, as the defending side, human martial artists also suffered huge casualties.

Even with the addition of several high-end powerhouses from the Jingji Garrison, the overall situation only improved slightly.

At this moment, in the sky less than two hundred kilometers from the Huangpu River Fortress.

A uniquely shaped, dark blue, triangular fighter jet quickly streaked across the sky, heading west.

Inside the cabin, figures flickered, all of them big-shot level individuals.

"Gentlemen, for the upcoming fierce battle, I will have to trouble you to lend your support."

Ye Daoxuan, dressed in a white training suit, clasped his hands and then looked at the foreign martial artists in the fighter jet's cabin one by one.

Without exception, they were all core members of the HR Alliance, the top tier of decision-makers—

Angers, head of the Hilbert Family, Wang Changsheng, head of the Wang Family, and Kassel-Polenas, head of the Polenas Family.

The first two, Angers and Wang Changsheng, were both Invincible Gods of War of the HR Alliance, holding extremely transcendent positions within the entire alliance.

Kassel-Polenas, on the other hand, had just successfully condensed a stellar core and stepped into the Planetary Level on Dragon Tiger Mountain by absorbing a mu ya crystal.

He became the twelfth newly appointed council member of the God of War Palace.

Kassel hadn't even had time to hold a celebratory banquet in the God of War Palace before Ye Daoxuan forcibly dragged him from Jiujiang Base City to support the Huangpu River.

Kassel and his group expressed great helplessness regarding this.

Besides them, there was another heavyweight figure.

That was the First Chairman of the HR Alliance, known as the "Underground Queen"—Isadora.

At only twenty-three years old, she had already reached the pinnacle of power in her life, becoming an existence countless people looked up to.

Dressed in a white combat suit, she was heroic and spirited, with skin occasionally revealed that was as fair as snow, and a slender, willow-like waist beneath her protective gear that could be grasped with one hand.

Her perky bosom and slender, graceful fingers were constantly alluring, making one's appetite stir.

Her tall, slender figure and exquisite golden hair and blue eyes were enough to make any man in the world's heart pound.

Unless he wasn't a normal man.

However, the black and gold insignia on Isadora's arm made people hesitate—

An Intermediate God of War Valkyrie, an existence many men could only dream of but never reach.

Although she wasn't a queen, several of the largest forces on the Europa continent were propped up by her.

If Isadora wished, she would be fully capable of dominating both the America continent and the Europa continent.

At the same time, she was extremely low-key, almost disliking public appearances, except for some very important events—such as the No. 9 Relic battle and the Modu battle.

"No problem, right, Clan Leader Kassel!"

A smile appeared in Isadora's beautiful eyes; at this moment, she was like an arrogant and majestic superior, exuding elegance and grace.

"And President Angers and Clan Leader Wang Changsheng."

As the Underground Queen's beautiful eyes swept over them, several middle-aged men in uniform HR Alliance combat suits all nodded slightly.

Kassel: "No problem, I can handle it."

Angers: "It's time to stretch my muscles again, just a bunch of monsters."

Wang Changsheng: "It doesn't matter, this old man will go all out!"

Beside the First Chairman of the HR Alliance, a blonde, blue-eyed girl stood obediently.

Compared to Isadora's heroism, elegance, and maturity, this girl also had golden hair and blue eyes.

Although young, her beauty was in no way inferior to Isadora's.

Her almost perfect delicate face and snow-white skin, and her constantly blinking eyes, sparkled like crystals.

As far as the eye could see, she was like an elf stepping out of a painting, a beauty that did not belong to this world.

This girl was Kassel-Polenas's only daughter, holding an extremely high status.

To put it bluntly, she was the princess of the Polenas Family.

At this moment, Venina's beautiful eyes occasionally looked out the window, filled with curiosity and doubt.

In an instant, the dark blue fighter jet swept thousands of meters towards Modu Base City.

In another location, a blood-red fighter jet also broke through the air.

Xue Zhan rushed to Modu Base City at the fastest speed.

A great battle awaited him there.

As the first Planetary Level martial artist in Great Xia and third in the world, Xue Zhan's strength was beyond doubt.

What's more, on the sofa behind him lay two other Planetary Level martial artists, Huang Qianzhong and General Ling, who were receiving special gene fluid via IV drips.

These two Planetary Level martial artists were severely injured in the No. 9 Relic battle.

Even with the use of numerous rare medicinal materials, they had only recovered fifty to sixty percent of their combat power by now.

However, this combat power was still enough to support them in a major battle.

Originally, Xue Zhan's intention was for General Ling and Huang Qianzhong to rest well, and that he and Ye Daoxuan would support Modu Base City together.

However, in the end, Xue Zhan couldn't persuade the two of them.

The time delayed this time was for Xue Zhan to pick up these two old fellows.

"Old Xue, can Old Ma resist alone? That's a King-level Monster at its peak."

"It's only half a step away from becoming an Emperor-level existence."

On one of the genuine leather sofas, Huang Qianzhong looked out at the rapidly receding clouds with a worried expression, his brows tightly furrowed.

"If Old Ma sacrifices himself, I will kill this octopus beast, no matter where I have to chase it."

Xue Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes fixed on the front, speaking calmly.

But everyone could hear the bone-chilling cold in his words, enough to freeze the blood of a normal martial artist.

The cabin was silent, even breathing was barely audible.

After a long while, Xue Zhan spoke again.

"Qianzhong, Junling, this time I allocated the mu ya crystals to the younger generation, you won't resent me, will you?"

Xue Zhan asked without turning his head.

For a while, no one answered.

He turned to look at the two injured men on the sofa, his expression changing slightly.

At some point, Huang Qianzhong and General Ling had sat up.

Both of them stared at Xue Zhan with wide, bulging eyes, full of anger, not blinking once.

Their expressions were as if Xue Zhan owed them three million.

"I understand, next time I will discuss it with you before allocating."

After Xue Zhan finished speaking, he saw that the two had not changed their expressions at all.

He suddenly understood, so that was it.

"Alright, alright, next time we participate in a battle against a King-level Monster, I will bring both of you along no matter what, and won't secretly leave you behind again."

Listening to Xue Zhan's "sincere and even more sincere" tone, Huang Qianzhong and General Ling's expressions finally softened, and their bulging eyes returned to normal.

"Boss Xue, you must remember what you said," Huang Qianzhong and General Ling said in unison.

"No problem!"

Xue Zhan replied righteously: "This will not happen again!"

As soon as his voice fell.

The three exchanged glances, then bursts of hearty laughter echoed throughout the cabin.

The fighter jet swept through the air, leaving behind a turbulent wake... PS: Everyone, your little aunt has arrived late, and she's brought the First Chairman Isadora too.

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