Chapter 443: Chapter 117: A Sharp Decline_1
The Insect Race’s knack for digging pits is unparalleled.
Not only the complex tunnels riddling the planet’s interior, but also the pits that led to their own misfortune.
This talent once caused the downfall of a super-civilized world, and it is now about to wreak havoc on the local level 3 world of the Insect Race, which has managed to survive for nearly a thousand years.
Sandra’s mood was interrupted, and she couldn’t help but burst out in anger. She said coldly, “Capture some captives. I’ll use the ‘Cloud Rainbow’ to annihilate them all.”
“Yes.”
The stern young man took his orders and left immediately to command the fight.
He left two people on guard and took three members of the combat team with him, choosing a random direction. They didn’t bother with stealth, but instead marched forward openly.
The scouting range of the Miniature Wizard Corps was vast.
The Insect Race was detected when it was still 15 miles away in a straight line.
The solemn young man and the three members of the combat team took ten minutes to get there, less than a minute to capture a full 20 bugs from different tribes, and then ten more minutes to get back to the temporary rest area.
This pace was quite slow.
Mainly because they had to take detours, turn too many corners, which delayed their time.
Otherwise, they could have finished in three minutes at most.
Sandra held back her anger. When the four members who went out to fight returned, she immediately activated the prepared protective shield and identifier.
Then she contacted the Tower Spirit of the ‘Cloud Rainbow’ and issued a command: “Annihilation mode, full power, three rapid shots.”
The Tower Spirit’s soft voice resounded: “Warning! Warning! Estimated damage overflow! Estimated damage overflow! Possibility of friendly fire! Possibility of friendly fire! Suggest half power, two rapid shots.”
Sandra took a deep breath, suppressed the growing rage in her heart, and took the Tower Spirit’s suggestion: “Agree. Half power, two rapid shots.”
It wasn’t that Sandra couldn’t manage her emotions.
But the bugs, which she had never taken seriously, had interrupted her thrice, each time more mood-killing than the last.
Additionally, even though she didn’t want to admit it, her carefully prepared stealth and concealment measures were easily cracked by the Insect Race, and she still couldn’t figure out how the Insect Race managed to do so. This greatly affected Sandra.
This time, her anger was driven by humiliation and indignation.
Link was absorbed in conducting various research on the Insect Race’s living specimens, looking for more solid evidence to support his assumptions.
He didn’t care at all about the commotion caused by the eight sons of the main academy’s distinguished families.
Since duties were clearly divided, they should clean their own doorsteps.
To avoid any friction caused by meddling too much into each other’s responsibilities.
Fred took the opportunity to glance over there during a break.
This made Tiffany somewhat unhappy, but she didn’t really know what to say either.
After all, they were all First Level Wizards now, and Tiffany couldn’t command or criticize Fred as she did when she was president of the ‘Pure Blood Will’.
So, Tiffany just hinted with her eyes, but didn’t chide him verbally.
Luckily, her reputation still stood, and whether it was talent, rank, strength, intelligence, or cunning, she could be considered the highest of all the Pure Blood families on the local West Coast.
Fred still greatly respected Tiffany and immediately concentrated his restless mind.
He’s actually a typical wizard, who doesn’t really like specialized research and experiments, and only conducts them in order to elevate his level and master witchcraft.
After starting the task, his time was spent either sampling and testing, or dissecting.
He was quite impatient, eager to try something new.
He could fight bugs too!
As he thought so, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous premonition surge in his heart.
A pressure as heavy as a mountain fell on his head, making him almost breathless.
In front of him, there appeared to be a scene of world end.
The layer of soil covering their heads completely disappeared, annihilated.
A column of light that pierced the sky and earth slowly dissipated, taking away all the surface soil within a radius of 15 miles, exposing the densely packed tunnels, and the Insect Race army from all directions.
Then another column of light that pierced the sky and earth descended from outer space.
It was like a divine punishment for the disobedient.
The Insect race, surrounding the Mini legion from all directions, was instantly vaporized, not even leaving ashes behind.
“Is this the rumored Star-annihilating Cannon?”
Fred murmured to himself, his eyes filled with envy.
When can he control an interstellar battleship that can launch a Star-annihilating Cannon?
Link was also shocked by this scene, couldn’t help but exclaim.
Then he couldn’t help but marvel at the idea of using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.
That’s really extravagant.
As far as Link knew, when Sage Palo was conquering the Fairy World, he launched three battles and never used the Star-annihilating Cannon.
It wasn’t until later when he ambushed the Abyss Demon, that he used the Light of Annihilation, an even higher level than the Star-annihilating Cannon, at the very end.
If Sage Palo knew that Sandra used two Star-annihilating Cannons to deal with a bunch of bugs from a Level 3 World, even if it was only half power, he probably would have found it wasteful.
The truth that the poor use battle tactics and the rich just bomb, truly is universal.
It also applies in all heavens and realms.
Link suddenly wasn’t so fond of his own “Celestial Shuttle,” “Hummingbird” class starship.
He decided that as soon as he had some extra money, he would save up Magic Stones to buy a starship like this as his personal vessel.
The fickleness is truly a man’s nature!
hetui…
He just didn’t know how many Magic Stones it would cost, and how long it would take to save up.
“I’m so poor.”