Mountbatten's Choice, We're Waiting for the Enemy to Tire, Blood Light Soaring into the Sky

"That's the situation, Brigadier General."

Lancelot and the other three stood in a row, with Mountbatten's projection in front of them. He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, with a serious expression, and the steel dome was reflected behind him, giving him a cold and ruthless air.

"Where did you get your intelligence from?" Mountbatten asked, staring intently at Lancelot, his gaze imposing.

"I infiltrated the Core Zone and used special methods to investigate the Underground Space. I also overheard some conversations, and made inferences based on this information," Lancelot replied calmly.

Mountbatten raised an eyebrow. "What methods?"

Lancelot replied calmly, "That seems unimportant, doesn't it? I'm afraid I cannot tell you, Brigadier General."

Mountbatten gave him a deep look and said, "Your deduction is incorrect. If the other side really laid an ambush, how could you have infiltrated so easily without being detected?"

"Furthermore, the conversation you overheard might be preparations made by the Chosen Ones to deal with other forces. We cannot change our action plan because of a minor incident and your unsubstantiated inferences. Who will be held responsible if we miss a crucial opportunity?"

"This..." Lancelot was speechless and remained silent.

Seeing this, Mountbatten softened his tone, "Young man, caution is a good habit, but excessive caution is a flaw. Unfounded suspicion will only cause you to miss opportunities."

After saying this, Mountbatten looked around, his tone becoming firm and resolute, "Now that you have completed your reconnaissance mission, the formal operation will begin in ten minutes."

"After the first wave of fire, your four teams will split into four groups to infiltrate the manor, carry out a decapitation strike against the enemy leader, and storm the Core Zone as quickly as possible."

The main force followed, responsible for dealing with any remaining fugitives.

"That concludes the entire battle plan. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The men straightened their chests, and Mountbatten nodded in satisfaction before the projection vanished as a line of white light.

"See, I told you you were overthinking it. Brigadier General Mountbatten's judgment was definitely correct," Gosdo said, patting Lancelot on the shoulder.

I hope I'm just overthinking it.

Time flew by, and ten minutes passed.

At Brigadier General Mountbatten's command, missile silos opened one after another on the lower part of the space station, creating a dazzling array of missiles.

The next moment, hundreds of precision-guided hypersonic missiles streaked across the vast starry Starry Sky, rapidly passed through the atmosphere of Planet Golden Bridge, and fell towards Red Stone Canyon like meteors.

At the same time, one after another, spaceplanes carrying other students, trailing long plumes of flame, disappeared into the Planet Golden Bridge.

Lancelot and Damu, along with other members of the reconnaissance team, stood on a high point, silently watching the distant manor.

Not long after, they both looked up at the sky.

"They're here!" Damu exclaimed excitedly.

Missiles, like spears piercing the sky and earth, hurtled down and exploded.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Deafening explosions echoed one after another, and the intense heat waves from the explosions in the Nightfall stirred up clouds of dust and debris.

Clouds of fire rose from the ground, their dazzling flames accompanied by a terrifying roar that seemed to shake the heavens.

In an instant, the once tranquil night turned into a noisy and bustling day.

In the Red Stone Canyon, countless natives looked at the site of the explosion with fear on their faces. They had suffered such terrible attacks before, and that deep-seated fear was awakened once again today.

"No matter how many times I witness such a scene, I still can't hide the shock in my heart. This is the charm of technological civilization." Damu spread his arms, his face filled with a bit of fanaticism.

Lancelot remained calm. This level of bombing, though seemingly powerful, posed little threat to Transcendent beings.

Especially for those who have entered the middle stage of Transcendent, unless they are unlucky enough to be hit by a missile, they will almost certainly be fine.

Of course, this is also because only low-level conventional weapons were used this time. After all, it would have been inappropriate to use high-powered weapons so close to residential areas.

The bombing lasted for several minutes, and the entire manor was reduced to a white wasteland.

At this moment, the spaceplane arrived carrying Vermila and the others.

"Shall we act now?" Vermila stepped forward, eager to try, this girl was also a violent person.

"Wait a minute, there's no rush." Lancelot raised his hand, turned his head to look at the manor in the distance, which was once again shrouded in darkness, his gaze deep.

"Captain, the other three sides have already taken action. If we wait any longer, our military merits will only decrease," Damu said hurriedly.

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of military merit. The other three sides are attacking, but we're the only ones who're lax. With three sides surrounded and one side missing, the enemy will definitely run this way. This is called waiting in comfort for the enemy to tire themselves out, understand?" Lancelot glanced at the restless Damu and said unhurriedly.

"Uh... did the captain and the other three teams agree on this?"

"No, it was a last-minute decision. Just follow my orders and don't forget what I said before we left," Lancelot said coldly.

Seeing this, Damu shrank back and dared not say anything more.

Some people looked at Vermila, hoping she could step in and persuade Lancelot.

But after a moment's hesitation, Vermila's desire for Zyra's autographed photo outweighed her desire for military merit, and she did not advance.

Disappointed, the group dared not disobey Lancelot's orders and could only wait in place.

But in their hearts, many people couldn't help but complain and resent Lancelot.

Lancelot was well aware of this; having such a great opportunity to gain military merit snatched away would make anyone have some reservations.

But he offered no explanation, gazing at the distant manor.

However, Lancelot's actions drew a reprimand from Brigadier General Mountbatten.

The latter projected his voice directly at Lancelot, roaring, "Why aren't you moving yet?"

"Brigadier General, we are waiting in ambush..." Lancelot explained his tactics in a nonchalant manner.

Mountbatten was momentarily speechless, then his face turned ashen as he said, "As the supreme commander of this operation, I now order you to move out immediately and storm the Core Zone as quickly as possible. Anyone who disobeys will be court-martialed!"

Upon hearing this, the team stirred slightly. Lancelot's eyes flashed, and he stood at attention, saying, "Yes, sir!"

He then hung up the communication and led his squad to launch an attack, but the advance was rather slow.

After a long time, the team finally reached the junction between the Outer Zone and Inner Zone.

During his journey, Lancelot noticed a strange phenomenon: there were almost no severed limbs or broken arms on the ground, which was clearly abnormal.

This phenomenon deepened his suspicions, and he desperately suppressed the advance of his troops.

At the same time, the other three teams attacked the Core Zone with lightning speed, each one seemingly on steroids.

In the Underground Space, Kanpasi stared at the projection in front of him. "Why is this team advancing so slowly? Is our resistance too fierce?"

"No, it seems they're deliberately slowing down," Victor said.

Who is their leader?

Lancelot.

"It's that kid again..." Kanpasi gritted his teeth.

Victor asked, "What should we do? Should we start moving? If we wait any longer, and they manage to breach the Underground Space, we'll all be included in the blood sacrifice."

"Then let's move out. Three teams, nearly three hundred geniuses, that's enough. What do you say, Black Fox?" Kanpasi looked at the hunchbacked man beside him.

"Alright!" Black Fox nodded. Although he really wanted to sacrifice Lancelot, completing the task assigned by our god was more important.

"The blood of genius..."

As Kanpasi gave the order, a dense network of crimson light instantly appeared on the ground of the Core Zone, and at the same time, the phantom of a three-tiered altar appeared in the sky.

Whoosh--

The crimson light, rising high like a curtain of water, formed a hemispherical, blood-red world.

On the space station, Mountbatten saw this scene and his face showed anger, but deep in his eyes, a smile was hidden.

Outside the crimson world, Vermila and the others stared in disbelief at the scene before them, then their gazes all turned to Lancelot.