Chapter 245: Eliminate Them

Li Changan gazed at the distant nest and said in a low voice, "We have no choice; our mission is to eradicate them. Keep pushing forward, do not slacken!"

"Oh, whatever you say!" Sun Yang replied with a smile, but his expression revealed that he was already entirely focused.

The bug-hunter squad pressed on, treading over the corpses of the insectoid swarm as a suffocating, foul stench permeated the air.

The closer they drew to the alien nest, the more hostile the surrounding environment became.

"Alright, in another ten minutes we shall get out of bed, take a cab back to campus, and while you go run on the athletic field, I will head back to the dormitory," Liu Yue said with a smile.

A furious roar rang out, and the venue instantly fell silent; the strategists dared not utter another word, standing on either side with bowed heads.

Thus, what Gao Zhen desired was far more than mere conversions; he wished to acquire a vast multitude of orthodox robots, yet the current failure to install the self-identification development system left both him and Optimus Prime quite distressed.

Judging by the current situation, although Wang Zhi had expelled the toxins from his body, the pancreas—the root cause generating the venom—remained uncured, forcing Guan Shaoyang to confront the crisis once more.

Xu Hai longed for wealth, yet he would never allow himself to become overly exhausted; he had already charted a splendid trajectory for his life, knowing precisely how he ought to savor his existence.

For he beheld that this "subordinate" of his bore a resemblance to the leader of the caravan that exceeded a ninety percent similarity; as they stood together, it was as though two biological brothers were standing side by side.

The stars of Bayern Munich were by no means novices either; seeing that the head referee had shown Rade a yellow card, they ceased their disputation, for such a foul could never warrant a straight red card, particularly here at Elland Road.

His body was smeared with dirt, dust, and blood, his face a similar mixture where the faint streaks of wiping only barely allowed one to recognize Xu Bin; sweat slid down his temples and forehead, washing through the blood and grime upon his visage, his hair thoroughly soaked as he tilted his head slightly upward, a cigarette clenched in his mouth while a wisp of freshly exhaled smoke drifted toward the heavens.

In this moment, having witnessed Long Su's immense popularity, Liu Qingyi finally understood why a fellow like Long Su could establish his own sect in this era without being summarily purged by the Confucian faction.

Xu Ziling was anxious to see the stone beauty whom he had never beheld again since that brief glimpse on the bustling street, his movement as swift as a soaring arrow. At this hour, he traversed the seemingly deserted temple at will, feeling for all the world like a youth experiencing love for the first time, terrified of being late for a rendezvous.

"What?" Not long after hanging up the telephone, Tian Paikun received such a report from his subordinates. He had just assured Lyu that recommending Han Jun had nothing to do with him. Yet now rumors were spreading through society again; what would Lyu think when the time came? "Damn it."

Those melon seeds were watermelon seeds he had boiled himself, boasting an exceptionally fine flavor that those mischievous children adored. By the time they finished their New Year's greetings and departed, everyone's pockets were stuffed full, while the candies and melon seeds within the sieve had been depleted by more than half.

The common folk along the route had long heard of Zhuge Liang's strict military discipline, and having received his relief provisions, their hearts were filled with gratitude. Thus, supporting the elderly and leading the young, they lined the path to revere and watch the passage of Zhuge's army, burning incense in worship. Zhuge Liang consoled them all graciously, while frequently networking with local officials to foster goodwill and win the hearts of the people.

Xi La's fur bristled entirely as an intense sense of peril surged into his heart; it was precisely the moment after he had unleashed a powerful technique and before he could prepare a second, having never anticipated that Ling Feng's counterattack would arrive with such ferocity—a ferocity so swift that he could scarce react to it.

"This... there is no need to worry. I have already dispatched a mecha squadron to reinforce Michelle, and they shall arrive momentarily. Michelle is perfectly safe right now..." Atop the holographic screen, Luo Lan's brow was deeply furrowed.

Kuge bellowed, swinging an axe directly from behind to send it flying toward the center of Xu Ziling's back. Meanwhile, his other hand gripped a second axe as he leapt into midair, poised to deliver a heavy, earth-shattering cleave.