He had heard that the Gu Family was already discussing selling their ship, bowing down to him, and making the three billion Tax Currency “donation.” But if they died here today, who would pay the three billion?
And it wasn’t just them.
Figures like the head of some Star Sector, Pei Desi, Korolya Governor Akuna, and many other nobles who had already agreed to pay more or less… If they died, all the money that had been negotiated would be gone.
What should he do?
As he pondered, his expression suddenly became fixed, and he saw Gu Hang making a move within his field of vision!
His eyes turned deep blue, and with a push of his hands upward, a deep blue shield formed over the open-air banquet hall.
The corrupt breath hit right against this deep blue light screen.
Galaraldo was once again taken aback.
He had looked through Gu Hang’s file, which mentioned that the governor of Rage Owl Star was a psychic—a lawful one, registered with the Psychic Cultivator’s Association.
But at first, he didn’t take this piece of information seriously. In the empire, many powerful families, if their descendants had a certain psychic talent, liked to cultivate it occasionally. After all, if the opportunity arose, who wouldn’t want to wield some extraordinary power?
However, most of the time, it was a blind investment, mastering some tricks, and being able to move a cup without touching it was pretty much it.
Yet, the power Mr. Gu exhibited far exceeded the normal level.
By his judgment, to withstand the decay dragon’s breath, one would have to be a very powerful psychic, at least an A-level psychic according to the ratings of the Psychic Cultivator’s Association.
Such psychics, even within the Solar Expedition Army, were rare talents. Their value even surpassed that of a starship!
He had misjudged, had Gu Hang actually possessed such powerful psychic talent? What was the Psychic Cultivator’s Association in the Tianma Star Sector doing, to have failed to gather even this information?
By this time, Galaraldo could finally relax a bit.
With the presence of Gu Hang, an A-level psychic, the casualties would be greatly reduced.
“Thank heavens!”
This commotion wasn’t only noticed by Galaraldo; everyone present saw it too.
The nobles thought they were certainly going to die, but then a savior descended from heaven!
Gu Hang’s voice echoed throughout the banquet hall, “Everyone please evacuate quickly! Leave the open area! Head to the lower levels! I can’t hold on for long!”
Awakened as if from a dream, the crowd began to retreat hastily.
Wang Qi stood next to Gu Hang, filled with shock and worry.
Gu Hang’s voice rang out in her mind alone, telling her to leave.
She clenched her teeth and turned to leave.
Regardless of her worries, she knew that in an event like today’s, she would be of no use, staying would only burden Gu Hang.
Under the protection of her bodyguards, she began to evacuate with the other nobles, under the protection of the psychic light shield, as the Plague Dragon, frantic and frustrated, unleashed its corrupt breath again and again.
The other nobles ran as if their lives depended on it.
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After all, no one was sure how long Gu Hang could hold on. If one ran too slowly, and Gu Hang failed to block the breath, once it hit the ground, death was certain.
But running away wasn’t so easy either.
Outside the banquet hall, there was a cacophony of gunfire.
Some Plague undead and other monsters carrying the plague appeared around the banquet hall. They had very strong resistance to bullets; unless their bodies were completely shredded by gunfire, they could not be killed.
The guards had already engaged these monsters, but they failed to eliminate them immediately. Instead, the chaos allowed some of the creatures to break into the hall.
The hideously disgusting appearance of these chaotic plague monsters provoked a wave of screams and cries.
Just as these plague monsters were about to wreak havoc among the crowd, streak after streak of golden light flashed, accurately picking off one monster after another.
Galaraldo made his move.
His rather majestic voice rang out, “Don’t panic! Evacuate in an orderly fashion!”
This voice seemed to carry a certain calming psychological effect and indeed prevented the situation from further deteriorating.
Meanwhile, the long-absent air defense firepower of Mingyan City finally awoke from its slumber and opened fire.
However, the initially insufficient number of active air defenses seemed rather sparse. The swarms of Filth Flies around took most of the firepower, with only a fraction hitting the Rotting Demon Dragon.
Objectively speaking, although the air defense seemed weak at the moment, after all, the Rotting Demon Dragon was “a lone dragon in the pond,” with no accompanying demon air forces and insufficient ground support. As layers of the Filth Flies were peeled away by the anti-aircraft guns, the number of operational air defenses would increase with time.
Not to mention, Mingyan City’s highest tier of combat power had also reacted by now.
Many flying motorcycles shot up into the air. Battle Nuns clad in green and white powered armor surged into the sky. They circled the Demon Dragon, their bomb guns firing continuously.
The most eye-catching and dashing among them was a short-haired lady wielding a huge long-handled battle saber.
With the reinforcement of anti-air fire and the Battle Nuns from the Order of Merciful Lilies joining the fight, the Demon Dragon was unlikely to withstand and was doomed to fall.
Many people could see this.
Galaraldo thought to himself that whoever orchestrated this attack had now essentially failed. Even he had not expected an A-grade psychic cultivator like Gu Hang to be present in the banquet hall, let alone those conspirators.
Even with good intelligence sources, he only knew that Gu Hang had gone through psychic training since his youth; he had learned from the Battle Nuns that Gu Hang had a certain level of psychic combat ability. However, his intelligence analysts had estimated Gu Hang’s psychic strength to be only D-grade, at most C-grade.
Who could have imagined that a Planetary Governor could exhibit such a level of combat power?
The kid had kept a really deep cover.
But this was good news.
While firing golden beams and eliminating monsters that had entered the banquet hall, Galaraldo’s thoughts were already turning to how he could use this incident afterward, how to find this possible conspirator who could use the Abyss Demons to set up the plot.
He was thinking when suddenly a phantom fissure opened up right above his head.
His reflexes were extremely fast, and he immediately rotated his staff to strike upwards. Several Plague Demons that fell from the crack were killed on impact.
However, that Abyssal fissure expanded rapidly in a short amount of time. The Plague Demons poured down like rain, and the golden light beams simply couldn’t eliminate so many. He was overwhelmed by countless Abyss Demons!
Despite this, he felt only a heavy heart and not too much panic.
Golden light enveloped him as he kept killing the approaching Demons. As long as he protected himself well, he believed his guards and other human warriors would definitely come to his rescue.
And that was indeed the case.
He detected Gu Hang’s psychic power coming to his aid immediately. Many Abyss Demons surrounding him were swept away and crushed by the psychic energy.
“Heh, mere tricks,” he scoffed internally.
But in the next moment, he suddenly felt a terrifying pulling force.
Another Abyssal fissure appeared right beneath his feet!
He tried his best to resist, but he was still unable to prevent himself from falling into the crack.
Moments later, the Plague Demons that had surrounded his previous position were wiped clean by Gu Hang’s psychic power, and the fissure in mid-air gradually shrank, with no new Demons falling through.
However, the figure of the War Apostle was nowhere to be seen.
Gu Hang looked tense as he used his psychic power to call for everyone to search for the War Apostle’s location.
Elsewhere, the Abyssal fissures closed quietly.
Deprived of the power of the Abyssal fissures, the remaining Demons, including the Demon Dragon in the sky still exchanging blows with the Battle Nuns, would lose their source of power that allowed them to exist in the real world, and they would soon be driven back to the Abyss.
But no matter, Gu Hang had achieved his goal.