The Heroic Sacrifice of the Pigs

"Come on, Grandpa."

"That wasn't a compliment!" Xiwo shot the girl a glare.

"So we're the most outrageous heretics in the Temple of Light's history now?" Su Ming said helplessly. They had really earned its hatred. If the Temple of Light recovered, Zijin and he would be in serious trouble. Even if it truly couldn't recover, there was no telling how many of its remaining believers would seek revenge on them in the name of purging heretics after such a behemoth fell apart.

Just thinking about it was purgatory.

"The empire and the church-half our enemies are gone for now. That's nice." Zijin, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed.

No, it wasn't nice at all! Su Ming sighed. He didn't even want to ask what the other half was.

That night, while Su Ming was resting, he suddenly jolted awake.

He had been dreaming that Doctor Doom, Apocalypse, and Thanos were riding Godzilla and Kong, leading a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to hunt him down. The ground had shaken as they fought.

He opened his eyes and took a moment to recover, only to find that the shaking hadn't stopped. Then he realized the White Triangle was making a sharp turn.

[What's wrong, Zijin?] Su Ming hurriedly sent a message.

[We've found another sea monster!]

Su Ming was surprised. Were they really lucky enough to find a target two nights in a row?

He hurried to the cockpit and found Zijin already maneuvering according to their plan.

The target was at the White Triangle's nine o'clock, swimming toward two o'clock at three to four knots. According to the plan, the White Triangle needed to circle around directly in front of the sea monster while maintaining a distance of fifty-six kilometers to preserve acoustic convergence.

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