Lu Youchang had actually grown used to using AI as well. Over all these years, he had entered and exited various bases, yet he had never opened a door himself.
Fortunately, the few cyborg subordinates Lu Youchang had brought were powerful enough.
They were equipped with the most advanced cybernetic bodies, comparable to True Dragon Level.
A single plasma cannon blasted the gate open.
But it also triggered the alarm, and sirens rang throughout the entire shelter.
Seeing this, Lu Youchang stopped pretending and ordered, "Kill your way down. Find that old immortal Emperor Penguin for me. If the doors won't open, tear them down."
"Yes!"
The so-called Holy Son Legion bombarded their way forward, blasting apart passageways and gates.
They descended layer by layer, killing anyone who blocked their path.
There were also many fighters from the Security Department and Supervision Department in this shelter, including quite a few at True Dragon Level.
But they were all just muddling through life. Their combat power was clearly inferior to the people Lu Youchang had brought.
Although there were only five cyborgs, they were top-tier cyborgs whom Lu Youchang had carefully cultivated.
Moreover, their original bodies were True Dragons, so they actually possessed genuine Quasi Dragon King combat power.
However, the farther down they went, the more heavily guarded the shelter became.
The six of them grew slower and slower at clearing their way through the battles.
Lu Youchang sighed. "If only Seahorse were here. How could these paper tigers who sell their heads so cheaply force me into such a difficult fight?"
He missed Seahorse every day, but unfortunately, that was all he could do—think about him.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
After more than an hour, leaving a river of blood in their wake, they finally reached the lowest level. It