It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 545 It takes time

The general stared at the messenger in disbelief. "You mean, you want me to blow up my own mansion?"

"What, you're reluctant to give it up?" the messenger said sarcastically. "Once the hidden boss reveals your true identity as a player, do you think you can still hold onto this general's position?"

The general's face was grim. "That's true, but blowing it up directly is too much..."

"Even if you blow up the hidden boss, it can still resurrect from the Pillar of Life." The witch raised an eyebrow and asked the messenger, "Did you set up anything in that Mother Nest Ecological Park?"

“We’re looking for the right person.” The messenger glanced at her. “I told you during the day that this will take time.”

The witch said lightly, "Why bother with all that? Just have the general arrange a plane to send you to the Pillar of Life. You can destroy the Pillar of Life, and the general can take care of blowing up the hidden boss. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

The messenger sneered, "You're quite adept at absolving yourself of any responsibility."

“Otherwise?” The witch looked disgusted. “Even if I wanted to help, I couldn’t join the battle because I have to set aside enough energy every day just to keep him in human form!”

The messenger paused for a moment, then said, "I know a Starlight who possesses the Alchemist and Banshee cards; these two cards should be able to enhance your strength."

The witch smiled, "You finally said a few nice things tonight."

The general, who was listening nearby, turned pale and then green with each passing moment.

He never expected that the messenger, in order to satisfy the witch's appetite, would plan to sacrifice a star.

Fortunately, the cards inside him were nothing special, otherwise wouldn't he have been in great danger?

The messenger opened the virtual screen and said while operating it, "I contacted him to come over and have Momo prepare the teleportation array. After you've digested the cards, we'll take the bishop to the warehouse. We'll come back whenever it's safe."

The messenger glanced at the general as he spoke, "You can begin your preparations now."

The general was stunned. "Are...are you really going to blow it up?"

The messenger looked at him expressionlessly.

Despite remaining silent, the general gradually felt an invisible pressure permeating the air.

His neck gradually stiffened, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his vision became dizzy, similar to that of hypoglycemia—the messenger's appearance became cold and dangerous in his eyes, his ears split into four, his eyes became six, and the angel's wings had not yet grown, but a vortex had already formed behind him, exacerbating the dizziness.

"Have I been too easygoing lately, making you all think you have the right to bargain?" the messenger said coldly.

"I dare not..." the general replied with difficulty.

This is a special mental pressure from the messenger, who has given this skill a humorous name: Delivery.

Because his mental pressure is not a wide-ranging attack, but rather targeted at a single individual.

Just like the name "Delivery," intimidation makes the victim feel the urgency of being targeted, as if a person with severe social anxiety suddenly hears the doorbell ring, and is in a state of extreme fear, so severe that they can hardly breathe smoothly.

After briefly intimidating the general, the messenger withdrew his mental pressure.

The general relaxed completely and hurriedly promised, "I, I, I'll arrange it right away!"

The messenger ignored the general and calmly turned to the witch, saying, "I'm going to the bishop's place. I'll keep watch tonight. You call the doctor over so we can prepare to evacuate together."

The witch suppressed her earlier arrogance, curled her lip, and nodded, replying, "Understood."

The messenger turned and left.

The general immediately slumped onto the sofa, took a breath, and waited until his expression returned to normal before picking up his phone to contact his subordinates.

As he scrolled through his contacts, he muttered to himself, "I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy... If they find out I'm going to blow up the whole general's mansion, they'll think I'm crazy, the general..." The witch looked at him with a mixture of pity and mockery.

"I'll give you two potions. Call your subordinates over, coax them into taking the potions, and they'll become much more obedient," the witch said.

The witch holds the Potion Witch card, which is different from ordinary witch cards. She is skilled at making various potions, but in order to take care of the bishop, the witch's actual potion production is very small.

The general wiped the sweat from his face and said softly, "Thank you."

The witch walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Relax. Just think of it as a way to appease the bishop and set off a big firework display. As long as you make the bishop happy, when he returns to the city, he can easily slip some small favors between his fingers and that will be enough to ensure you live a life of comfort for the rest of your days."

The general chuckled, thinking to himself: I don't even know if I'll live that long.

…………

The remaining members of the Star Society had different thoughts. Meanwhile, Huang Yi had already led his team to land at the military airport in Sritaya.

Fengling waited for Qiuqiu and Gungun to arrive, took some photos that she liked, and prepared to head into the cave.

Su Yuqing messaged her, asking her to delete the horrifying photos of Ye Zheng she had posted online. Feng Ling replied: 【That won't do.】

"Do you need to replenish your energy?" Ye Zheng reminded her, "It might be a tough battle."

Feng Ling smiled and said, "When it comes to battery life, I've never seen anyone better than me."

She turned to Meteor and asked, "What did you just say about the messenger's detection range?"

“Five kilometers,” Meteor replied.

“Then cast the blessing when we’re six kilometers away, and then use stealth to get to the General’s Mansion as quickly as possible. Meteor and I will go find the messenger, and Zhengzheng will go to the next room to find the administrator. To avoid alerting them, I’ll have Lao San and Rolling Ball wait five kilometers away. Daozhang and Cat Spider will stay here and continue to create the illusion that the hidden boss is lingering on the border.” Feng Ling looked at everyone. “If there are no problems, let’s set off now.”

“I’m fine,” Meteor said.

Li Qing hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "I'm fine with that too."

Ye Zheng looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky, his heart filled with urgency, "Let's go."

Feng Ling picked up her phone and dialed Huang Yi's number.

"How much longer until you arrive?" Feng Ling asked with a smile. "How about we have a race to see who gets there first?"

Huang Yi's tone was as methodical as I remembered: "Only conspirators arrive on time. I am the pursuer, so I can only arrive later than you."

“Then you can’t be too late, otherwise who will be responsible for cleaning up the mess?” Feng Ling glanced at the sky. “My phone might lose signal later. I’ll call you again before we start. Bye.”

call ended.

Feng Ling lifted her foot and walked toward the hole dug by the tiger-headed insect.

Ye Zheng and Liu Xing followed one after the other.

After more than ten hours of digging, Da Chong had not yet finished his work, but the cave was already nearly two kilometers long, very close to Feng Ling's expectations.

The cave is spacious enough for two people to walk side by side, but it is not tall enough, so you need to bend down slightly to move forward.

The surroundings were filled with the dampness of the soil and the smell of decaying plants and insects. Occasionally, half of a tree root could be seen protruding from the mud, cut off by the sharp claws of a large insect.

Feng Ling walked around with a flashlight, looking around, and felt that she was now someone who could be considered "people" both in heaven and on earth.

(End of this chapter)