Holy Armor Army
Leading the group was an officer on horseback, wearing half-armor, with a stern face and an aura of seasoned warriors.
Imperial Holy Armor Army.
The officer rode up to Old Morgan, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding ruins and corpses, and spoke in a deep voice:
"The Third Battalion of the Imperial Holy Armor Army is ordered to assist the Night Watcher in defense."
He pulled on the reins, his tone crisp and decisive:
What is the current situation? What do we need to do?
Old Morgan met his gaze without flinching or offering excessive pleasantries:
"The Deep Sea Church launched an attack from both sea and land, and most of the Outer City has now fallen."
He pointed to the still-burning dock area in the distance:
"The Mutated Creature are roaming everywhere, and many civilians have been Contamination; the situation is terrible."
"But the most troublesome thing is..."
Old Morgan paused, then lowered his voice slightly:
"The core strength of the Deep Sea Church has yet to reveal itself."
The officer frowned.
"You mean, this is just the prelude?"
"Most likely," Old Morgan nodded. "They couldn't have gone to such lengths just to create chaos; the real offensive... is yet to come."
The officer remained silent for a moment, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
Then, he suddenly waved his hand:
"All team, listen up!"
"Establish an outer Defense Line centered on the Night Watcher Base!"
"First squad to clear out the surrounding Mutated Creature; second squad to assist in sealing off the main streets; Third Squad to stand by and provide support!"
"Slay any Mutation without exception!"
"Yes!"
The resounding responses echoed through the street.
The soldiers quickly dispersed, their golden armor flowing in the firelight like a torrent of steel surging into every corner of the surrounding area.
In groups of three or five, the muskets, spears, and Alchemy Weapon worked in perfect coordination to kill the Mutated Creature that roamed around.
Intense gunfire and sounds of fighting erupted in the streets.
The chaotic situation is finally beginning to be suppressed.
As Alice watched this scene, her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
"Finally here."
"With the Holy Armor Army, at least we can stabilize the area around the base," Old Morgan remarked. "It won't get any worse."
But his expression remained serious.
Lu Yuan stood aside, watching the Holy Armor Army deploy in an orderly manner.
Golden armor, perfectly aligned formations, and expertly coordinated movements...
The Empire's regular army is indeed far superior to those rabble, but if the Deep Sea Church's target is truly the entire Grim Port...
Lu Yuan knew in his heart that even including the Holy Armor Army, it wouldn't be enough.
However, the current situation is completely beyond my control. I should take advantage of this situation to gain more experience; I'm just too weak right now...
Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned to Old Morgan:
"Where are Mina and Brent?"
"Mo Shui took them to the Library," Old Morgan chuckled. "That girl may have a sharp tongue, but she's reliable when it counts."
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
Lu Yuan nodded and turned to walk deeper into the base.
The Library is located on the lowest level of the base.
This road should have been heavily guarded, but it's deserted now. Clearly, Old Morgan has deployed all the personnel he can from the base.
Lu Yuan strode down the stone steps and arrived at the familiar metal door. After placing the badge on it, the door slowly opened.
Pushing open the door, the scene that greeted Lu Yuan made him slightly taken aback.
Mo Shui floated in the air, surrounded by floating pieces of paper.
The papers, covered in runes, emitted a faint glow, forming a Protective Barrier that enveloped the entire Library.
Mina and Brent huddled around the table in the corner.
Hearing the door open, Mo Shui turned around.
On that small face, which seemed to be made of ink, a glint of light flashed in its dark, beady eyes.
"You're finally back."
Her voice carried a noticeable weariness, lacking its usual harshness.
"These past few days have been exhausting."
Lu Yuan looked at the Mo Shui and smiled.
"You've worked hard. I'll ask Old Morgan for some points later to buy you some Ink Block. You'll get plenty of points on this voyage."
Mo Shui snorted and said nothing more, but his posture visibly relaxed.
The papers floating around them began to slowly fall.
"Brother Lu!"
A childish voice came from under the table.
Mina peeked out and her eyes welled up with tears the moment she saw Lu Yuan.
She ran over and hugged Lu Yuan's leg, her small body trembling.
"Brother Lu... you're back..."
Brent followed, his eyes filled with worry.
"Doctor Lu..."
Lu Yuan squatted down to check on Mina's condition.
Her face was pale, with obvious dark circles under her eyes, and she looked much thinner.
"What's wrong with her?" Lu Yuan asked, looking at Mo Shui.
The Mo Shui drifted over, its voice low and deep:
"Her Echo of All Things all things allows her to perceive so much."
"For the past few days, she's been constantly hearing those sounds... the roars of the Mutation, the wails of the dead, and..."
Mo Shui paused, a hint of seriousness flashing in Dou Dou's eyes.
"And whispers from the seabed."
Mina gripped Lu Yuan's clothes tightly, her voice soft and trembling with tears:
"How scary... they kept talking... they just kept talking..."
"He is about to awaken..."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan's heart sank. Neither the thing he'd seen on the island, nor the dark shadow he'd encountered underwater, was something Grim Port could currently withstand. And now, another one was appearing...
However, Lu Yuan still bent down and gently patted Mina's head, whispering, "It's alright, don't worry, I'm back."
Upon hearing this, Mina buried her face in Lu Yuan's chest, her shoulders still trembling slightly.
Brent stood to the side, his eyes also red, but he pursed his lips tightly, trying to appear strong.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan reached out and ruffled Brent's hair.
"Well done, Brent."
After Mina's emotions gradually stabilized, Lu Yuan gently patted Mina's back.
"Brent, take Mina to sit over there for a while."
Brent nodded, took his sister's hand, and walked towards the table and chairs in the corner.
Mina glanced back at him, her eyes still red, but at least she had stopped trembling.
After the two children had walked away, Lu Yuan turned to look at Mo Shui.
How have you been these past few days?
The Mo Shui floated in mid-air, the newspaper wings were wrinkled, and the ink on them was much lighter than usual.
"Almost done."
Mo Shui's voice sounded somewhat tired, but his tone still retained that arrogant air.
"It's just a few days of exertion; a little rest will help you recover."
As she spoke, her dark, beady eyes scanned Lu Yuan up and down.
Lu Yuan knew that Mo Shui had been helping Mina adjust her Echo of All Things talent these past few days to prevent the child from being driven mad by overloaded senses.
Then Mo Shui wrinkled its little face.
"You smell like the church."
She floated closer, her nose twitching slightly.
"Holy Light... you're badly injured?"