A sense of contradiction made Lancelot very uncomfortable, but even more uncomfortable was Kanpasi, who almost roared, "Victor, you go over there yourself and scare this guy away, but be careful not to let him think you've discovered him!"
"Alright!" Victor nodded, turned and left the hall.
"Logically, this should be the Underground Space, right?"
Lancelot crouched down, and hundreds of Molecular Aggregation Insect detached from his fingertips and disappeared into the ground.
The soil couldn't stop these Aggregation Insect at all. What appeared to be an impenetrable surface to ordinary people was, from their perspective, riddled with cracks and holes.
"What's that kid doing? Why is he suddenly not moving?" Kanpasi asked, puzzled by Lancelot's actions.
But he didn't think much of it, just frowned as he looked at the projection.
After the Molecular Aggregation Insect penetrated more than forty Duomi underground like water, it encountered an obstacle: an extremely fine-textured alloy steel.
This material would take a long time for the Molecular Aggregation Insect to penetrate, Lancelot couldn't wait here. However, he wasn't in a hurry, because logically, underground buildings would definitely have ventilation openings.
Sure enough, the Aggregation Insect soon discovered some tiny holes, only one millimeter in diameter, but to these little creatures, they were no different from a road to heaven.
Hundreds of Aggregation Insect filed in, and the scene beneath the manor came into view.
A scene flashed through Lancelot's mind: in a passageway made primarily of silver-white metal, armed personnel with serious expressions were busily engaged in something.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the outside world.
The patrol team outside was orderly, but they didn't seem nervous at all.
But the people in the Underground Space seemed to be facing some great battle, giving Lancelot a feeling that a storm was brewing.
"Something's strange..." Lancelot muttered to himself, controlling the Aggregation Insect to scatter around him, and some secret conversations reached his ears.
"When do you think the enemy will come?"
"Who knows? The leader only told us that a major battle would take place in the next few days, but he didn't give a specific date."
"Sigh, I didn't expect that we'd only had a short time of peace before war broke out again."
"Don't worry, the base has made thorough preparations in advance and will definitely annihilate the invading enemy."
A gentle breeze rustled the shadows of the trees. Lancelot crouched on the ground, his brow furrowed. "Has our operation been exposed?"
He wasn't sure, and just as he was about to continue eavesdropping, he sensed a powerful aura emanating from afar.
Judging from their route, it was exactly the area where Lancelot was located.
"Walk!"
Not daring to be careless, Lancelot vanished in a flash.
Not long after, Victor walked by as if nothing had happened, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the spot where Lancelot had been squatting. A slight smile played on his lips. The brat was finally gone.
On a high ground outside the manor, the Holy Sword Academy's reconnaissance team assembled.
After gathering the information, they quietly withdrew.
Ten minutes later, the reconnaissance teams from the four academies regrouped and presented the intelligence they had gathered.
Infinity was the first, and the Holy Sword was the last.
Gosdo looked at the intelligence reports presented by the Radiant Sun Academy and Constellation Academy, a slight smile playing on his lips, his mood pleased. The intelligence he had obtained was indeed the most accurate.
He turned his gaze to Lancelot, for to Gosdo, this exceptionally talented junior was the greatest rival.
Under the watchful eyes of the others, Lancelot presented the intelligence he had gathered.
There's not much to say about the intelligence regarding the inner and outer perimeter; the information provided by Lancelot is almost identical to what Gosdo has presented.
But after presenting all the intelligence, Lancelot added with a serious expression, "I suspect that the Chosen Ones organization already knew about our operation in advance, and they may have already set a trap for us."
These words shocked everyone.
Gosdo frowned. "What's your basis?"
So Lancelot recounted what he had discovered about the Underground Space.
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
"You suspect the operation has been leaked based on just a few words and the so-called 'unusual atmosphere'?" Keaton questioned. "That's far too simplistic. The operation is highly confidential, and the possibility of a leak is extremely small."
Gosdo chimed in, "From my observation, the Chosen Ones ' organizational structure is extremely crude. How could they possibly know about the Alliance's arrangements?"
What if there's a spy?
Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly.
Keaton retorted directly, "Impossible. Those who knew about this operation beforehand were all elites of the Alliance and high-ranking figures. Why would they leak information to the Chosen Ones? It doesn't make sense at all. What would they gain?"
Lancelot remained silent; he wasn't sure if there was a spy, and besides, it wasn't a good time to discuss such matters.
However, Lancelot was 80-90% certain that there was something wrong with this Chosen Ones One sub-base.
"I think we should be cautious in everything we do. It's better to be safe than sorry. If Lancelot is right, it would be dangerous for us to launch an attack rashly," said Cage from the Constellation Academy. As a spellcaster, he was meticulous and wouldn't overlook any possibility, no matter how small. Even though Lancelot couldn't provide strong evidence, Cage still voiced his support.
The two-on-two match remained deadlocked for a moment.
Keaton said, "Since we can't be sure if Lancelot's guess is true or false, let Mountbatten decide. He is the supreme commander of this operation and has a wealth of combat experience, much more seasoned than us. He is likely to make the right judgment."
Upon hearing this, Lancelot and the others nodded in agreement and took out their communicators to contact Brigadier General Mountbatten.