Hot dance?
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Caroline with strange expressions.
I never knew you, Caroline, had this hobby.
When her little secret was exposed in public, the girl with glasses froze on the spot; social death can happen so suddenly.
"You little brat, keep nitpicking, I'll teach you a lesson you can't handle, you little brat?" Lancelot sneered inwardly.
Seeing Caroline's reaction, everyone present understood that Lancelot's words were true, which also showed that Lancelot did indeed have a powerful reconnaissance method that could deceive Caroline's perception-based detection.
Furthermore, Lancelot had absolutely no reason to deceive.
Therefore, Beaufort and his companions quickly came to believe Lancelot's words.
"Damn, I never expected the White Shark Bandit Group to be so cunning, actually teaming up with the Dragon Clan to set a trap for us." Mandi patted his bald head, still shaken.
"Yes, if it weren't for Lancelot, we would have been in grave danger if we had rushed in recklessly," Maxin said, looking equally worried.
The fighting power of the Dragon Clan is beyond doubt, especially that of Peak Tier Nine Blue Dragon.
If these three guys were to ambush me, the consequences would be...
Beaufort and the others shivered, feeling a chilling wind blow past them, and goosebumps rose all over their bodies.
That's too dangerous, that's too dangerous.
It was so close!
"Lancelot, thank you, our whole team owes you a life!!" Beaufort turned around and said earnestly.
The other team members did not refute this; it was the truth. Given the enemy's posture, they were probably already waiting for them to take the bait. If they launched a raid without knowing the situation, everyone except the captain with spatial abilities would surely die. Even for Beaufort, the probability of death was more than 50%.
Accepting Beaufort's words without hesitation, Lancelot's eyes flickered slightly. "What do you plan to do next?"
"Of course we'll retreat!" Beaufort replied without hesitation.
"We must retreat," the spellcaster Diliya immediately replied. "Based on the strength of both sides, we are at a disadvantage. Moreover, the White Shark Bandit Group have the home-field advantage. According to the code of conduct, in this situation, we must retreat immediately, return to report to the Alliance, request reinforcements, and only launch an operation when we have absolute certainty!"
Diliya's words drew nods of agreement from the others. Indeed, this was the most correct and safest approach under the current circumstances. Although it was a wasted trip, it was better than getting injured or losing one's life.
Upon learning that the White Shark Bandit Group Gang had three Peak Tier Nine Blue Dragon assisting them, everyone except Lancelot, including Beaufort, began to consider retreating.
This is not surprising; a simple comparison of the two sides' strengths is enough to draw the conclusion.
Leaving aside other levels of Transcendent individuals, let's just talk about the Tier Nine.
On the White Shark side, there are seven Tier Nine, four peak players, one upper-tier player, and two mid-tier players.
Before Lancelot's combat strength was revealed, our side only had nine Ninth-Rank Transcendent, and only Beaufort at the Peak Tier Nine.
It's important to understand that the difference in combat power between the lower-middle tier and the Peak Tier Nine of the Tier Nine level is no smaller than the difference between a newly entered Tier Nine and Seventh-Tier Transcendent. They could easily be killed in just a few moves. In a head-on battle, those three Blue Dragon could rival, or even suppress, the entire Beaufort Squad.
However, all of this conclusions were drawn without taking Lancelot into account.
"I think it's not hopeless. We can give it another shot!" Lancelot's eyes were like lightning, bright and piercing, as if a ball of heat had suddenly risen in the dim cave.
"What do you mean?" Beaufort and the others were stunned, staring in disbelief at the Quebec boy before them. Even in this situation, did he still not give up?
"First of all, regarding combat strength, you overlooked one person!"
As Lancelot spoke, he first released the Molecular Aggregation Insect, which formed a simple shielding network around them to conceal the impending explosion.
Then, to everyone's puzzled gaze, a terrifying and awe-inspiring aura emanated from Lancelot. Crackling lightning danced on his hair, and his two sharp, knife-like eyes turned blue-purple, with the central pupil resembling a blazing sun.
This was an aura no weaker than Beaufort's, and even more so, it possessed an indescribable and profound meaning, giving one a sense of an Endless Abyss.
"You, you, you!!" Caroline, the girl with glasses, raised her arm tremblingly, her fingertips quivering, her eyes wide open as if she had seen something unbelievable.
The atmosphere froze instantly, utterly silent, and everyone involuntarily held their breath.
What did they see?
A Peak Tier Nine Transcendent being.
It's still about Innovation School.
And this guy was only a Tier Four combatant two years ago.
After a long while, Lancelot withdrew his aura and became harmless again, as if he had transformed from a Tyrannosaurus Rex into a little rabbit. However, no one present dared to treat him like a rabbit anymore, as the Destruction and destructive aura he had just displayed was still vivid in their minds.
If Lancelot is a rabbit, then what are we?
Are they chicks?
call...
Beaufort let out a sigh of relief, his expression complicated. "Junior, you really kept this from me for a long time."
"Heh, I have no choice in the matter." Lancelot shook his head helplessly, looking like a genius with his own troubles, which made everyone's mouths twitch slightly, and they all felt uneasy.
"Junior's talent is indeed the strongest I've ever seen. Among the Transcendent individuals in the history of the Alliance, your growth rate is definitely among the top..." Beaufort complimented.
Lancelot, however, understood that the sentence was not yet finished.
"But!" Beaufort looked directly at Lancelot, "Even if you, junior, are at the Peak Tier Nine, there is still a gap in strength between us and the White Shark Bandit Group. In this situation, if a fierce battle were to break out, probably only two or three of us would survive. Therefore, I will not agree to launch an operation."
"I can't breathe," Beaufort said firmly. Hearing this, Caroline, Phoebe, and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They weren't afraid of death, but if they could avoid it and resolve the situation in a better way, why not?
Go back and call for backup, isn't that better?
Lancelot was not surprised by Beaufort's answer. He did not think that people would obey him after he revealed his true strength. He was joking. These people were not machines. They had their own judgment and way of doing things. And ensuring their own safety was always one of their most fundamental principles.
But Lancelot had no intention of giving up. In his view, as long as the plan was right, this battle was not impossible, especially those three Blue Dragon, which were simply too tempting.
The True Dragon bloodline and lightning attribute were things Lancelot had long coveted.
"I understand everyone's thoughts. How about this: listen to my plan first. If you think it's acceptable, then execute it; if not, we'll call back to the Alliance for support. How does that sound?"
The group exchanged glances. They figured that if it was just a matter of hearing the plan, there wouldn't be any problems, so they all nodded in agreement.
Lancelot cleared his throat, sat up straight, and after organizing his thoughts, began to explain the plan he had come up with.
"First of all, although our direct combat strength is at a disadvantage, the disadvantage is not significant. If the White Shark's total combat strength is 100, we should be around 88."
"Then the first step in this operation is to close the gap in combat power!"
"According to my calculations, a Peak Tier Nine enemy player should account for 15-20 combat power. Therefore, if we can instantly eliminate one of the enemy's Peak Tier Nine enemies, we can not only close the combat power gap but also surpass them."
Lancelot's thinking was very clear: war, in essence, is about weakening the opponent at all costs and strengthening oneself, ultimately creating a situation where the strong defeat the weak.
"You all know I have a special, secret method of investigation. Curious? Well, I'll show you now!"
So, amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, Lancelot raised his hand, palm facing upwards.
Caroline and the others looked on with curiosity, but soon became puzzled, since there was clearly nothing there.
"Don't worry! You'll see soon!" Lancelot smiled faintly.
As the Divine Power issued the command, Molecular Aggregation Insect gathered together, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Although their total size was still small, they were already perceptible to Caroline and the others.
"So it's a very small microorganism." Everyone suddenly realized.
Lancelot then explained the capabilities and characteristics of the Molecular Aggregation Insect to them.
Then, they received a lot of envious glances.
"This is a divine artifact! With this thing, our survivability will increase at least tenfold!"
Everyone present immediately realized the value hidden within these little creatures.
Caroline also offered to buy it, but Lancelot casually brushed it off.
"Even Legendary experts might not be able to see through the camouflage ability of the Molecular Aggregation Insect, let alone the White Shark Bandit Group. This provides us with the conditions to launch a surprise attack!" Lancelot looked around at everyone, his voice calm and powerful. Beaufort and the others lowered their heads, their expressions changing, clearly showing some interest.
Seeing this, Lancelot was overjoyed and pressed his advantage, "Peak Tier Nine Transcendent not invincible. If we can concentrate enough forces, use the Molecular Aggregation Insect to infiltrate, focus our power on one point, and launch a sudden attack, there's a high probability we can directly kill one of their Peak Tier Nine."
"In this way, the gap in combat power can be reversed."
"At the same time, we'll gather all the explosives we have and detonate them simultaneously in the Core Zone of White Shark Bandit Group, blasting their defenses to smithereens and destroying their home-field advantage. This will significantly increase our chances of winning."
"Finally, we should take advantage of the enemy's covert position and prepare an escape route in advance so that we can evacuate the scene immediately should the operation fail."
Lancelot's voice echoed through the underground cave, seemingly possessing a Magic Power power that stirred the enthusiasm of his teammates, their blood gradually boiling.
While Beaufort and others valued their lives, they were equally willing to take risks, provided that you showed them hope.
Lancelot undoubtedly did this very well.
If we act according to his plan, the probability of success is very high, and the rewards will be exceptionally substantial.
Leaving aside the wealth accumulated by the White Shark Bandit Group, the value of those three Blue Dragon alone is enough to make it worth the risk; True Dragon are known to be treasures from head to toe.
Gazing eyes met in the darkness, sparking intense emotions, and faintly, one could almost hear the surging sound of hot blood flowing.
"Done!"
Phoebe the first to nod, and with her taking the lead, the other team members followed suit, ultimately deciding to proceed according to Lancelot's plan.
"Lancelot, since it was you who proposed the plan, you should be in charge of the operation!" Beaufort said in a deep voice.
Lancelot glanced at him, nodded slightly, and without feigning refusal, directly took over the command.
"Now obey my orders!"
Everyone instinctively straightened their chests, entered a state of pre-battle preparation, and became highly focused.
"To prevent the three Blue Dragon from developing any fusion-type abilities, one of them must be eliminated first."
The action plan is as follows!
"Gwendolyn, Diliya, Maxin, Caroline, Sara, and Beaufort, you wait here and set up the encirclement."
"I will use the camouflage properties of the Molecular Aggregation Insect to transform into a trusted subordinate of the White Shark, temporarily separating the three Blue Dragon and luring one of them into the encirclement, thus eliminating it instantly!"
"At the same time, Mandi is responsible for hacking into the White Shark Bandit Group's information control center, and if possible, seizing control of the defense system."
"Nevis is in charge of planting the explosives. Use your bionic robots to drop various types of bombs. After that, take up advantageous terrain and conduct long-range sniping to eliminate Tier Seven and Tier Eight enemies!"
"That concludes the details of this mission. Anyone with objections, please raise them now. Once the operation begins, unconditional obedience is mandatory; otherwise, don't blame me for enforcing battlefield discipline!"
Lancelot's serious and cold gaze swept over everyone, and everyone subconsciously felt a tightness in their hearts, secretly thinking that his aura was more than ten times stronger than Captain Beaufort's!
"No comment!"
"The plan is perfect, no objections!"
A series of voices rang out, and Lancelot's plan was unanimously approved.
"Very good, now begin the final pre-battle preparations. We will move out in three hours!" Lancelot glanced at the time and said in a deep voice.
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone checked their weapons and equipment, adjusted their breathing, and used their own methods to get into peak condition.
Lancelot then pulled out the explosives he had prepared from his spatial necklace and threw them all at Nevis.
The latter didn't think much of it until Lancelot dropped an ordinary-looking nuclear bomb.
Nevis instantly recognized it: the [DW Series Fission Thermonuclear Bomb] produced by the Alliance, capable of easily destroying a hill hundreds of meters high. With his small size, let alone being at the epicenter of the explosion, even just being in the Inner Zone would instantly melt him into dust.
After trembling as he accepted the head-sized lump of iron, Nevis swallowed hard, and his emotions gradually calmed down.
"Nevis, what's wrong with you? You look like someone poked you in the backside, you're such a wimp!" Phoebe, his best friend, mocked him mercilessly.
Nevis glanced at the big, clumsy guy, casually tossed the nuclear bomb over, and Phoebe caught it, tossing it up and down a couple of times. "This thing? A new type of bomb? What's so scary about it?"