Mission Accomplished

When Gerald saw the suddenly appearing pillar of light, he was momentarily dazed, experiencing a slight sense of unreality. But when the "Short Fat Giant's" weapon struck his arm, and he personally experienced the destructive force, witnessing his arm turn to dust, and truly feeling the pain and fear, he became absolutely certain:

It's all true!

That melody is real!

The beam of light is real!

The "Short Fat Giant" that descended from the pillar of light was real!

He had considered bypassing the "short, stout scholar" and dealing directly with the three women. He also suspected that the beam of light, the chilling melody, and the "Short Fat Giant" wielding the strange weapon were all their doing.

The problem is, he simply can't get around it.

The "Short Fat Giant's" bizarre weapon was so powerful that it shattered flesh and bone upon contact. Despite its stature resembling a tree stump, it moved with incredible agility, effectively blocking all of the giant's paths. The weapon seemed to be precisely guided, locking onto his location.

Although the underground hall was not small, it was hardly spacious for Gerald and the "Short Fat Giant" with their enormous bodies. In addition, with the three-dimensional stone grooves extending from various places to connect to the sarcophagus, Gerald was quickly forced to the edge of the central sarcophagus. By this time, both of his arms had been cut off, one side of his head had been split open and was bleeding profusely, and a corner of the giant mouth on his stomach had been ripped open, the opening reaching all the way to his armpit, and his tongue was dangling out, severely injured and unable to be retracted.

Falling to the ground, leaning against the stone coffin, Gerald raised a foot to kick the "Short Fat Giant," but the moment it touched the strange weapon, it was as if it had been plunged into a blender, the flesh scattered and the entire leg disappeared.

The rhythm of the music echoing in the hall slowed down, and the powerful sound of the tuba suddenly joined in, making the whole atmosphere solemn and heavy. Looking up at the dark and heavy clouds that seemed to be pressing down on his head, and vaguely seeing the lightning surging in the clouds, Gerald suddenly felt a sense of despair as if he was about to be executed.

Just minutes before, Gerald, who had just awakened from his slumber, still possessed an air of dominance, as if he were about to control all living beings and rule the world. However, he did not expect that after what he thought were multiple breakthroughs and the absorption and fusion of the same source abilities of a large number of "orthodox Bloodline, he had already raised his hypnotic and mental control abilities to their peak. He could control and influence various higher animals to varying degrees, especially humans, and it was believed that no one could escape his control.

However, the three Eastern women he encountered immediately after waking up were completely immune to his hypnosis. Even as he escalated the process, constantly increasing the intensity of his mental control and adding various methods of mental influence, he had no effect on the three seemingly weak and timid girls, as if they did not exist in this space.

Then he faced the "Short Fat Giant" that fell from the sky. His mental control ability was completely useless. His body, which could withstand large-caliber firearms and regenerate quickly, was as fragile as paper in front of that strange weapon that could be broken at the slightest touch.

His abilities to hide in the dark, disturb the heat distribution within a region, affect plant growth, induce stress responses in various animals, produce poisonous gases, and generate sound waves that can affect or harm living organisms are either ineffective, lack the necessary conditions, or are limited by his body's incompletely stable mutations, making them unusable.

In just a few minutes, his mentality plummeted from its peak to its lowest point, accompanied by a sense of absurdity and sorrow. It was as if, after overcoming countless hardships and narrowly escaping death, he had finally reached the summit of a mountain, believing himself to be at the top of the world, and was about to raise his arms and shout to declare his dominance, when suddenly a huge head emerged from the clouds above, spitting disdainfully on his forehead, and then extending a giant hand, flicking a finger, sending him flying off the mountain.

He was not only completely powerless to resist, but also utterly unable to comprehend the other party's way of being.

Lying beside the sarcophagus, Gerald, with only one leg still intact and having given up resisting, looked up at the sky, still unable to understand how they had managed to move all the buildings and open up the space above him in an instant, given that there was a whole bar right above him.

Because of his firsthand experience, he now has no doubt that the "Short Fat Giant," the pillar of light, and the sky above him are fake.

The "Short Fat Giant" stood in front of Gerald, pointing his weapon at his head, then turned to look at the three girls on the other side of the pillar of light, seemingly waiting for instructions.

When Yang Zhen'er and Little Apple saw the "Minion Lu Bu" dressed in ancient armor and holding a halberd turn around and look at them, they first exchanged glances, and then looked at Tang Baona, who still had her eyes closed.

"Nana, have we... already won?" Yang Zhen'er asked uncertainly.

Their battle plan this time was for Tang Baona to first create an atmosphere using Emotional Melody to attract Gerald's attention and get him into a predetermined emotional state;

Little Apple "summons" the emotional projection of a Minion Wooden Carving, but not to make it create emotional influence. Instead, it shrinks the emotional projection and combines it with Tang Baona's Emotional Melody to create a kind of "real projection." However, this "real projection" is not the same as "Fantasy Manifestation." On a material level, it is not what it appears to be. In essence, it is still just a virtual existence similar to the "Eight-Armed Eight-Eyed Giant illusion."

Yang Zhen'er, after combining the Minions' emotional projection with Nana's Emotional Melody, used her abilities to further enhance the illusion's expression in the eyes of their target, the "old vampire" Gerald, making the illusion more "real," clear, rich, and believable, and mischievously turning the "Minions illusion" into the "Minion Lu Bu illusion."

Various pieces of information are shared and coordinated by Alice through the "Super-Sensing Item System," allowing them to see the same illusions and projections, and accurately grasp the timing of their actions.

Next, Tang Baona combined the "Object Melody" and "Emotional Melody" that can directly affect matter, giving the illusion of "Minion Lu Bu" the ability to tear and shatter matter. This tearing and shattering works directly from the level of extrasensory information, directly defining the target. So, let alone Gerald being able to withstand large-caliber bullets, even if he could withstand a nuclear bomb, he still couldn't withstand "Minion Lu Bu's" "halberd".

The core of this series of operations lies in Tang Baona's destructive "Object Melody" that can shatter and tear matter. Little Apple and Yang Zhen'er are just auxiliary forces. The "Minion Emotion Projection" is just a specific "method" to carry out the dual melodies and unleash their power.

Tang Baona does indeed have a way to exert extremely powerful destructive influence through "Object Melody," capable of causing enormous and unstoppable destruction. However, she cannot use "Object Melody" to attack directly for the time being because she cannot perform precise operations and cannot simultaneously and accurately control the power and direction in a short period of time.

After all, not every target is like the stone slab coffee table that her uncle gave her, allowing her to first study its components, take enough time to observe and listen to the Object Melody, and then influence it in the opposite direction.

In reality, the variables of various targets are too great. Without precise control, Tang Baona will either be unable to lock onto the target, causing indiscriminate and widespread destruction, or she will be unable to control the destructive force, failing to achieve the expected impact, or causing too much impact.

So this plan is actually a clever trick. It uses the enhanced emotional projection of the Minions to help Tang Baona specifically manipulate the destructive "Object Melody". With the assistance of Little Apple and Yang Zhen'er, their target, "Old Vampire" Gerald, is also involved. They "help" Tang Baona's "Object Melody" establish a specific direction and quantitative measure of the degree of destruction, and precisely release the destructive power.

Just like a missile, a powerful warhead is useless if it's not launched to its destination. It also needs a propulsion system and a guidance system. Little Apple and Yang Zhen'er are the helpers who help Tang Baona encapsulate the powerful warhead into a missile and launch it.

Gerald, on the other hand, seemed to be holding a GPS tracker, signaling, "I'm here."

Gerald would never have guessed that the terrifying destructive power of the "Fangtian Halberd," capable of shattering anything with a single touch, was actually something he had helped to anchor and establish.

He was also an accomplice who drove himself into a corner...

Strictly speaking, this plan can be completed by just Little Apple and Tang Baona —as were the cases they had handled in previous missions.

What Yang Zhen'er did was mainly to enhance the illusion's effect on the target, making Tang Baona's destructive "Object Melody" more precise and stable when it came into play.

When Yang Zhen'er saw the Minions "summoned" by Little Apple, dressed up in their new clothes, and fiercely defeating the "old vampire," she was incredibly excited. Her pretty face turned bright red, and she raised her fist high. If she hadn't been controlling the illusion, she probably would have already shouted and cheered loudly.

Yang Zhen'er couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The Little Chubby Girl wasn't here and didn't get to witness how majestic and powerful the illusion created by her old fairy sister was!

Not only the ancient armor and halberd on the Minion, but also the electric arcs and light effects around it, the dark clouds, lightning, and gloomy sky above its head were all her doing. She even carefully "modified" the pillar of light, making it bigger, more powerful, and more imposing.

But before she could even get excited, "Minion Lu Bu" had already stopped and turned around, with an expression that said, "Mission accomplished, requesting instructions," leaving her completely stunned—this was too fast!

She hasn't had enough yet!

This giant, spider-like "vampire" that crawled out of the sarcophagus—what happened to all that fanfare before? How come it's so useless?

He didn't even put up a little resistance?

Tang Baona opened her eyes and looked at the "old vampire" in front of the stone coffin, who had given up resisting like a broken doll and was on the verge of death under the "Fangtian Halberd." She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Little Apple and Yang Zhen'er, saying, "Mission accomplished! Let them come in and clean up!"

As Tang Baona, Yang Zhen'er, and Little Apple entered the bar, two vans pulled up behind their extended luxury car.

In the car ahead, an Asian man and a brown-haired, gray-eyed Slavic woman sat in the driver's seat, looking somewhat nervously at the bar entrance.

"The target is in the bar? So many people?" The brown-haired man spoke in Chinese, though with a heavy accent, his vocabulary was still quite accurate and clear.

The man in the driver's seat spoke fluent Mandarin: "It's underground. Judging from the depth markings on the blueprints, it shouldn't affect anything above."

"This is an A-level mission, right... With so many people here, what if something goes wrong..." the brown-haired man said with some worry. He had participated in a D-level mission once before. Although they successfully completed the mission without any casualties, the target of that mission still shocked him greatly, even leaving a shadow in his mind. If the target of a D-level mission was so terrifying and bizarre, he really couldn't imagine what kind of being an A-level mission would involve.

The Asian man pointed to the extended luxury car ahead. "This time, elites from China are handling it personally. We're just responsible for the cleanup and transportation, so don't worry."

"I hope so..." The brown-haired man still had some concerns.

After a while, the Eastern man whispered, "Korovin, I heard that the domestic base might be selecting some people for unified training to cultivate 'superpowers'."

The brown-haired man called Korovin frowned and said, "Really? Superpowers can be cultivated?"

He had no doubt about the existence of superpowers. In the "Post-Antarctic Crisis Era," countless facts had proven that extraordinary beings existed in the world, and some humans could also acquire special abilities. The general public might not know much about them and could only speculate based on various rumors. However, these field investigators at the "Research Base" had more substantial knowledge and knew more about the truth.

"I'm not entirely sure, but there should be something like this, and it'll be announced soon. Maybe we'll both be transferred back then. By the way, when you went for training in China, did you see 'Dr. Xia'? This time, it should be 'Dr. Xia' personally in charge." The Eastern man said softly.

Korovin recalled, "I only met 'Dr. Xia' once, along with my colleagues from Europe, when I first arrived."

"What was it like to meet 'Dr. Xia'? My colleagues from China all say that 'Dr. Xia' is like a demigod, all-knowing and all-powerful? It seems she has already grasped the root of 'mutation ability,' and maybe can even control the evolution of organisms..." the Eastern man said excitedly. "When I was training in China, 'Dr. Xia' wasn't at the base; 'Mr. Liang' was our mentor. I always felt that he spoke of 'Dr. Xia' with a hint of fear."

"Surely not, 'Mr. Liang' and 'Dr. Xia' are considered to be on the same level, right?"

"Nominally they're all equals, but everyone knows that 'Dr. Xia' is the real boss. However, I've heard... there's actually an even more mysterious and powerful 'leader' at the Research Base."

"You're not talking about... that 'savior' who solved the Antarctic Crisis, are you?" Korovin said.

"No, it's someone else. I heard... I heard, it's a very cute little girl." The Eastern man lowered his voice even further. "She might be the daughter of the 'Savior' and 'Dr. Xia'."

At this point, the walkie-talkie in the car suddenly rang, startling both of them.

"The objective has been achieved; we are ready to proceed with the transportation phase." The speaker was the driver of the extended luxury limousine, who was also the team leader for this mission.