Himo's Eagle

Back on the road.

The phone automatically adjusted the time, and Kang De checked it; he had been gone for about seven minutes.

This brief period of time was absolutely safe for the father, who was staying in the air-raid shelter.

Even if our location is exposed, the enemy will not have enough time to react in just seven minutes. Even if they lock onto the location and confirm the coordinates by satellite, and then send out supersonic fighter jets to drop laser-guided bombs, especially given the efficiency of the France, seven minutes is probably only enough to obtain an authorization agreement.

But for the mercenaries in Northern Myanmar being hunted down by their France counterparts, those seven minutes were a completely different matter.

After picking up his father and the Black King, Kang De opened WeChat and sent Xiaoman a message to let her know he was safe. He then went back to his message bar and saw a series of unread messages from the mercenary leader in Northern Myanmar.

Click to open.

One missed call message, two recent messages.

"The enemy has deployed infantry fighting vehicles and armed helicopters; we are prepared to surrender."

"The other side accepted our surrender, at least on the surface. I will destroy the phone."

And then there's the final positioning.

And several reminders to withdraw the message.

What did he withdraw?

Kang De had no time to ponder this, nor was he particularly upset. These people's lives held no special meaning for him. As Uncle Wang said, they were mercenaries, paid to do their jobs. Their lives were preordained, and dying on the battlefield was a risk they had to bear. He had no obligation to save them.

But they have the freedom to choose whether or not to save them.

The answer was still to save him. He had decided to help them because these Myanmar people were there to rescue his father. Regardless of whether they would accept money, since they had gone to such lengths, he felt he should thank them and do them a favor.

Kang Jinzhu asked, "Have they replied?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "They were captured, they decided to surrender, and the other side accepted."

He showed the phone to his father.

Kang Jinzhu only glanced at it briefly; his focus was not on that, but on his son's choice.

"So, you're planning to go rescue them?"

"Yes."

Papa Kang glanced at him, said nothing, but frowned and pondered.

Kang De asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's a bit strange." Kang Jinzhu thought for a moment and said, "It seems that Little Bob hasn't given up. They captured the mercenaries your Uncle Wang hired, probably because they're after you."

"Hmm?" Kang De wasn't really in the mood for thinking right now. "What do you mean?"

Kang Jinzhu said, "For Little Bob, which is more valuable, the King of Comora or a group of Myanmar mercenaries? Of course, it's the former. Those people must have reported back via long-distance communication after discovering the King, and then you jumped out and wiped them all out. Little Bob and the others couldn't possibly not have noticed."

Kang De nodded. "Hmm, and then?"

"Then, they went to great lengths to pursue Myanmar Northern Myanmar mercenaries who had failed to achieve their objectives and accomplish nothing. After we rescued the king, they used such important armed forces—armed helicopters and infantry fighting vehicles—to intercept these low-value targets. Why didn't they try to intercept you instead?"

"Don't you find it strange? If they're already terrified of you, they should immediately reduce their forces and run away, instead of risking provoking you again to capture a group of mercenaries who might be connected to you."

As Kang Jinzhu spoke, his tone grew increasingly serious.

Nearly half an hour of intense killing had left Kang De's head in a complete mess. Although Horus was in charge of most of the firing, Kang De still had to handle tasks such as space jumps, ammunition replenishment, battlefield command, and temporary enchanting. He also had to take the time to jump out and finish off enemies, and use the Power of the Fire Thief to neutralize enemy magical attacks. It was almost no different from being on the front lines and fighting bloody battles.

Mental exhaustion was harder to bear than physical exhaustion. He rested for a while before slowly recovering, yawning, and asked, "Are they planning to interrogate me for information?"

"That's for sure. After all, apart from us few who know the truth, from the outside perspective, those Myanmar people are definitely on your side. Their fighting and chasing in the Comora were entirely to cover for you— Little Bob is probably terrified of you, and he's eager to find out who you really are and what your background is."

Kang De wiped his face. "So, this is still a family feud?"

Kang Jinzhu paused for a moment, then laughed at this statement, "That's not wrong either."

Then his smile faded, and he added, "Of course, there's another point of contention in this matter."

What's suspicious?

"Location confirmed... These mercenaries are just mercenaries; they don't have radar or satellite links. They searched for the king for two whole days, so why did they find this group of mercenaries so quickly?"

After Kang Jinzhu finished speaking, he turned to ask the Black King, "Your Majesty, how did Little Bob's men find you? Did they have higher-level battlefield intelligence support?"

Ever since being yelled at by the father and son, Chakat II had become silent the entire way, seemingly lost in thought, occasionally glancing at Kang De, as if he hadn't given up on his plans.

He sighed upon hearing Kang Jinzhu's inquiry.

"They knew I was injured and that we dared not flee to neighboring countries, so they deployed patrol convoys along our possible routes, along with helicopters for low-altitude reconnaissance support. The King's Guard hid for two days, but my injuries worsened. They had no other choice but to take a gamble and return to Comora to storm the China Embassy... only to be intercepted halfway there."

At this point, the young king's eyes reddened; now he was all alone.

Kang Jinzhu offered the king a word of comfort, then turned to Kang De: "Searching for the king is already so troublesome, why is finding the Myanmar so quick?"

Kang De looked up at the sky. "Does this mean the satellite has finally successfully changed its orbit?"

"It's one possibility, but I think it's very unlikely. The Fr*nce governments probably wouldn't make such a big fuss... After all, this isn't something to be proud of, and it involves a great deal of secrecy."

At this point, Kang Jinzhu's expression turned grim. "If that's the case, then there's only one more probable possibility left."

"What?"

"There is a way to pinpoint their location very quickly, but not the location of the group of Myanmar. The Myanmar are not Little Bob's target; they just happen to be near the real target."

Kang De blinked; his mind was gradually becoming active again.

In a flash, the correct answer came to mind.

"Those two United Kingdom... their Twitter!"

"Yes, you already reminded them before." Kang Jinzhu's face was gloomy. "You mentioned to your friend that Twitter is a fair and just company that protects freedom of speech... What country is it from again?"

A moment of silence fell over the air.

The car bumped slightly as it traveled at high speed. The father and son remained silent for a while before Kang Jinzhu said in a hoarse voice, "Of course, it's just a guess. Besides, the France don't like to be on the same page as the United States, especially in Africa affairs, and this kind of thing... Maybe it's just a normal exchange of intelligence."

Kang De turned back, plugged his phone into the port on the dashboard, and casually said, "Hmm."

Kang Jinzhu sighed softly, "But no matter what, you won't stop, will you?"

Kang De said calmly, "It's not a direct confrontation, but rather a clandestine, underhanded struggle. One permanent member versus two, or even three... makes no difference."

The Humvee's windshield darkened, and then Google Maps appeared on it, showing the mercenary leader's last location. Kang De tapped his finger, changing the orientation.

Looking at this scene, Kang Jinzhu sighed, "Just how many secrets do you still have?"

"A lot," Kang De said, "Enough to talk for three days and three nights—but that's not the point. The mercenaries have been captured, and we can only guess that Little Bob is eager for intelligence and inclined to hold them hostage, so these men will be sent somewhere."

The map unfolds, showing neighboring countries, roads, and even numerous cities and towns within Comora.

"Not long ago, I destroyed the Comora Palace and slaughtered half of Comora. Even if Little Bob is incredibly brave, he wouldn't dare stay there any longer..." Kang De snapped his fingers. "Ask this old black king where Little Bob would choose to stay if he were to flee in disarray..."

Papa Kang translated, the King leaned forward and stared at the screen on the windshield.

His eyes flickered, and he first pointed to the military camp near Sangmili: "This camp was built with the help of the France; the facilities are intact and the supplies are plentiful..."

Kang De smirked. "... I smashed this place up."

Chakat II glanced at Kang De and then pointed to the royal tomb. "That's it... We've invested a great deal of effort and resources in developing this sacred tomb. It has imposing gates, winding mountain roads, outposts along the way, and vast camps. Although part of it is open to tourists, it can certainly be used as a military garrison, and even serve as an excellent strategic location for defense..."

Kang De looked somewhat embarrassed. "I smashed this one too."

The king's expression turned extremely resentful. After asking a few more questions and confirming the information, he sighed and said, "Alright, at least you helped me drive away and kill all the invaders who disturbed the slumber of my ancestors."

He thought for a moment, "Then, Little Bob only has one place to go."

Chakat II pointed west. "Comora National Airport... the one I told you about earlier, it's closed now. It contained a large amount of supplies that the France had stored beforehand..."

"Hasn't this just gone in circles again?"

Kang De shook his head.

On the screen, the Myanmar's final location is connected to the airport, marking three routes and the shortest straight path. This line, along with Kang De's current location, forms a triangle.

Then, based on the last communication time, the possible location of the convoy's return at this moment is determined.

The coordinates were determined by the speed of the escort convoy at 60 km/h, 70 km/h, and 80 km/h.

Confirm the interception area.

And the best interception route.

Kang Jinzhu and Chakat II were mesmerized by what they saw.

Kang Jinzhu was alright. Although the scene was somewhat intelligent and sci-fi, it was a completely acceptable style compared to his son's Flying Thunder God Technique that traversed the sky.

The Black king was quite agitated. He asked, "Is this car for sale? How much?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the car lurched violently, throwing Chakat II back into the back seat. At that moment, a sharp object suddenly protruded from the back seat, pressing against the king's lower back and aggravating his abdominal wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

Kang De turned back and said, "My friend, you may not know how many France and Gambia have died at my hands along the way... Do you know why they died?"

King Chakat's face was somewhat pale, and he asked tremblingly, "Why?"

Kang De smiled faintly, "Because they coveted what did not belong to them, they were punished. They deserved this fate, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, I wholeheartedly agree, I wholeheartedly agree..."

I don't know if the black guy understood.

"Eighty kilometers per hour is like a mad dog racing for excrement for an armed convoy."

Kang De said that, perhaps to the other two, he was talking to himself.

"We'll use a pre-emptive interception strategy based on a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, but since there are several routes involved, we'll need some auxiliary equipment."

The car door opened, Kang De climbed out, stood on the roof, attached the spatial anchor to Iron Son's weapon station, and then activated his ability to enter the White Mist World.

The previous war was fought quickly and exhaustingly, leaving no time for leisurely inspection of the spoils. This time, the biggest gain is probably the mechanical puppets of those alchemists.

Most of the alchemical golems that participated in the battle were destroyed or shattered by Horus, but many spares were captured intact. There were supply wagons, spare parts, and finished assemblies, some placed in boxes, some in preparation, some copper spheres half a person tall, some ghosts curled up like statues, and some mechanical insects resembling scarabs placed in boxes.

"Something that can fly, a bit bigger, and fast..."

The gargoyles are rather large and quite frightening; if a passerby were to see them, it could cause trouble...

After searching for a while, Kang De's eyes lit up.

The silver box shone with a deep blue light. The interlocking mechanical locks snapped open, revealing magnificent golden wings. From the alchemist's fragmented memories, it was clear that this thing was called...

The Himo's Eagle

He took out the hollowed-out metal statue and placed the eagle's claws on his arm.

With the transmission of spiritual power, the blue magic stone on the chest of the Himo's Eagle shone brightly, magic patterns spread out, gears moved, the eagle turned its body, slowly spread its wings, and then, the restrained blue Arcane wind flowed out from the hollowed-out wing bones and tail bones, the invisible yet tangible Arcane light wings stirred the wind of heaven and earth.

A black light flashed, Kang De returned to Earth. His spiritual power emanated, and the Himo's Eagle took flight, soaring into the sky and whistling as it flew into the distance.

"Father," Horus's voice came through the earpiece, "How are you feeling?"

Kang De closed his eyes to assess the situation and said, "It feels a bit strange, a bit like I'm having a mental breakdown..."

Multitasking is a fundamental quality of mages. Through long-term and significant training and mental cultivation, they are able to cope with complex and ever-changing spellcasting environments.

Manipulating ten Arcane Missile to hit eight different targets is just a basic skill. This multi-core, multi-threaded operational technique is not only applicable to spell battles, but also to various fields and directions of mage research.

For example, when preparing potions, one must process various magical materials simultaneously using different heat levels and methods, pay attention to the changes in each material, and seize the fleeting opportunity for fusion in order to prepare high-quality potions.

Copying scrolls, controlling puppets, engraving runes, enchanting Magic Creature, analyzing spells... all of these require a mage to utilize their mental power to the fullest extent, something that earthlings can only dream of.

Look at the Ambidextrous Fighting Technique; only a handful of people like Zhou Botong, Guo Jing, and Xiaolongnü can do it. If it were an otherworldly mage, wouldn't that just be split personality? Anyone can do that; even a novice mage can write and masturbate at the same time.

Kang De possesses crystal enhancement, the legacy of the Fire Thief, and absorbed several more when he rushed to Danfeng Lucerne's aid. Naturally, the quality and application of his spiritual power are not bad. However, he has not received systematic training as a spellcaster and is still not very used to this kind of split-personality application technique.

He shook his head and said, "I need to practice more."

Horus tried to say, "I might be able to do it, but I don't know how to control them, what exactly is this so-called mental power... Do I even have such a thing?"

Kang De smiled and said, "After this war is over, we'll find some famous mage to ask you if you can control them. We'll get some exploding dragonflies and terrifying robots... You should have some company by now."

"That sounds good."

After exchanging a few words, Horus mustered his courage and said, "Father... your father is still very worried about you, but he doesn't know how to bring it up. I've noticed him hesitate at least five times and look at you with concern eleven times. I think, why not try being appropriately honest and confiding in him?"

Kang De paused for a moment, then said, "Horus, not all fathers and sons are like us."

"I do not understand."

"I don't understand either."

Kang De sighed, "So, don't follow my example."

He climbed back into the driver's seat.

He remained silent the whole way, until his father gave him his eighteenth worried look and his ninth time he hesitated to speak.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm some disobedient, rebellious son."

Kang De finally spoke, "Alright, after this is over, I'll tell you everything and confess voluntarily. Don't look so gloomy all the time. I haven't turned into a bad kid."

Kang Jinzhu sighed, "When your Uncle Wang was in the army, everyone knew he was serving his country and doing the most honorable and upright thing in the world. But his father was still worried all the time, afraid that he would never come back. I'm not worried about you turning into a bad guy. That's not what I'm worried about."

"I see."

Kang De remained silent for a long while, then said softly, "I'll try."

In the mental link, the Himo's Eagle soared through the sky, and the shared vision appeared in my mind. In the azure sky and the rising dust, the outline of the helicopter had already emerged.

I'll be right back.

A flash of black light appeared, Kang De leaped out of the spatial portal, seizing the claws of the Himo's Eagle.

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PS1: 5,000 words... Damn, my sleep schedule is slowly getting back to normal. Human inertia is truly terrifying.

PS2: This can't go on. I need to update at least 8,000 words tomorrow.