novelODS Chapter 047: Entrapment
Chapter 047: Entrapment
Alonso takes over Catafrax.
Liquidation, trial, reconstruction...
Everything is proceeding smoothly.
Deyang finally had some free time.
Pearl Lake, on the outskirts of the royal city.
The crystal-clear pebbles shimmer in the clear lake water, revealing to outsiders the origin of the place's name.
Deyan lay on the beach chair, enjoying the breeze blowing from the lake, carrying damp moisture, like a spineless man.
Peaceful and serene.
If you didn't know better, you'd think you were in a garden world.
Thank goodness this place wasn't destroyed before.
Dejan tossed a grape into his mouth with a sigh, spitting out the seeds like a pea shooter, and personally cosplayed as Forgrim.
Dejan Davent
【Humanity】
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Age: 24
【HP: 23080】
[Body Constitution: C]
[Psionic Power: 5]
[Charm Rating: S]
Hextech Crystal: 6217
[Hextech Enhancement: Upgrades to Zhonya's Hourglass, Tank Engine, and Brave Sword]
[Equipment: Mythical Heartsteel 552+, Mythical Horlock's Bracers]
[Status: Infected]
552 layers of Heart Steel, 23080 health points.
Hmm~, about the level of two volcano cannons.
It's still not meaty enough.
Dejan smacked his lips, but he was content.
As long as you don't encounter enemies with special damage, self-preservation shouldn't be a problem.
Even without activating the "Bright Sword" and "Tank Engine" modes, a regular Astartes would be no match for him.
Dejan has that confidence.
As for activating the "Bright Sword" and tank engines...
It's hard to say. Theoretically, if a tank has enough engines stacked, it's not impossible for it to ram a Norn messenger to death.
It depends on the specific circumstances.
During the Battle of Catafrax, he realized his weaknesses.
No armor.
They lack a powerful primary weapon.
As the number of tank engine layers increases, the tank becomes larger and larger, and the 6-meter-long Death Chainsaw Sword is showing a tendency to become more like a dagger.
"We need to develop a weapon that can be both long and short, flexible and adaptable."
Deyang glanced at his crotch instinctively.
No, no, this weapon, although it can be extended or shortened, and can be bent or stretched, is too dangerous.
With a single move, hundreds of millions of lives perished.
Use with caution!
Once you upgrade your shop's level, you'll find similar weapons later on.
The remaining haul was Hextech Crystals.
6217 Hextech Crystals are far from the 50000 needed for the Elixir of Immortality.
We still need to save it.
As he pondered, Gavial walked over.
He was not killed; only his personal knight mech was destroyed.
Dejan was about to look for this guy.
"Gavial Fisher, the Fisher family no longer exists. What are your plans now?"
"Just call me Gavial, sir," Gavial corrected. "I wish to follow you as the Free Blade."
The Free Blade is also known as the Knight Mech Master.
Mercenaries.
A wandering knight who does not obey the empire.
He'll do anything if you pay him.
Remembering how this guy risked his life to block Arthur Fisher for him, Dejan decided to give Gavial a chance.
How bad could someone be who would betray his own family for the sake of loyalty and righteousness, and challenge his grandfather?
Moreover, this person can pilot a mecha; he's a real talent.
"Okay, then you can come with me."
"No wages, you can take a bullet for me."
So blunt, don't you even pretend?
Gavial was completely bewildered and worried about his future.
"grown ups…"
As they were talking, Sister Martha, who should now be called Elder Sister Martha, rushed over and delivered some bad news to Dejan under his resentful gaze.
"My lord, the holiday is over, and His Excellency Alonso has given orders."
"I knew it." Dejan drawled, reluctantly getting up from the beach chair and gesturing for Pete, who was grilling fish, to leave.
……
Three months later, Deyan led his squad to the hive world of Sintira to investigate a secret cult known as the Hidden Moon Fathers.
The transport ship passed through Sintira's murky, thick, soup-like atmosphere and arrived at the Triangle Palace, the fortress of the court located in Sintira.
Without alerting anyone, he went directly to the chief arbitrator, Shulman, to find out what was going on.
"...The core of the teachings of the Hidden Moon Father revolves around the image of the Hidden Moon."
They proclaimed that the Emperor's truth, like a blinding sun, scorched and blinded mortals, preventing them from seeing the true universe, while the Hidden Moon represented the concealed and ignored truth, claiming it to be the path to liberation and transcendence.
"As for their activities..." Shulman's eyes were bloodshot as he pulled up a 3D map of the lower 99th district of Sintira's hive and the surrounding area, marked with red dots and question marks. "Scattered, secretive, and extremely mobile. The three groups of people we lost, the last useful information they sent back all pointed to a few general areas: the Unicorn Corridor industrial ruins area, and the old sewage treatment center of the Ash Canal."
That's all?
After listening, Dejan couldn't help but doubt the professional competence of the head of the arbitration.
After saying so much, there was basically no valuable information. Even after losing several waves of manpower, we only managed to figure out the general area where the cult was active.
"Alright, I understand. I will deal with Father Hidden Moon from now on. I hope you will cooperate."
"I will certainly cooperate, Lord Davent." Shulman was unusually respectful, knowing that the young man before him was a favorite of the judge.
His colleagues were all saying that he was a disciple of Judge Alonso.
The future judge.
"Excuse my boldness, but from which direction do you intend to begin?"
Dejan feigned mystery, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Mr. Shulman, do you have a dressing room here?"
"what?"
Shulman was stunned, completely unable to follow Dejan's train of thought.
We're talking about cults, what does the dressing room have to do with it?
Half an hour later, when Dejan appeared before Shulman, dressed in a haphazard burqa and disguised as an uneven-shouldered mutant, Shulman's mind went blank.
"What are you doing here?"
Dejan didn't answer the question, but turned to Sister Martha and asked, "Doesn't it look like someone who's infiltrated the nest? Doesn't it seem out of place?"
Sister Martha looked at Dejan's towering back and the faint canine teeth protruding from the corner of his mouth, and gave a fair assessment: "If I saw him from outside, I might not hesitate to shoot."
"That's good." Deyan nodded in satisfaction. "It will definitely fool the cultists. When I make a scene, they'll arrest me without any trouble. Once I find their hideout, I'll let you know my location. You can bring your men to arrest them. I guarantee they'll catch them every time."
Realizing that Dejan was about to put himself in danger and set a trap, Shulman turned pale with fright and hurriedly advised, "Isn't that inappropriate, Lord Davent!"
"Cult members are so dangerous, shouldn't we bring more people with us?"
Deyang waved his hand, interrupting him.
"There's no need. Too many people will only alert them."
Nest is so big, where else can I look for someone?
As for my safety…”
Upon hearing this, Sister Martha, Peter, Grove, and Gavial exchanged knowing smiles.
Shulman was baffled.
Why are these people laughing at such a serious occasion?
"In short, you don't need to worry about it. You just need to send people to carry out the encirclement and suppression work." After giving the instructions, Deyang turned and walked out.
"Oh..." Shulman was extremely anxious and had no time to stop it; his hand was hanging in mid-air.
Young people these days are too reckless!
Are you really not afraid of death?
……
Lower Nest 99 District.
Unicorn Corridor, Gray Whale Bar.
The dim lighting illuminated numb, tired, and resentful faces.
Dejan, disguised as a mutant laborer, huddled in a corner, sipping a glass of strong liquor that tasted like battery fluid.
He deliberately wore his despair and confusion on his face, like a pitiful creature who had been completely crushed by life and was on the verge of collapse at any moment.
These are the types of people that cults love to target.
Sure enough, not long after, a man who looked a little cleaner sat down opposite him with a wine glass in his hand.
"Brother, something on your mind?"
Deyang raised his cloudy eyes and gave the man a wary look.
"My daughter died in the factory, and the factory owner refused to pay compensation and even fired me."
The man said to himself, "That's just how reality is. We are born to suffer, but have you ever thought that this is not all predetermined?"
Beyond the sea of stars, there is a merciful Father who watches over each of our suffering souls, and He desires to grant us new life.
Oh wow, this is just right!
Deyang understood perfectly, but on the surface, he revealed just the right amount of doubt and struggle.
"Holy Father...you mean the Emperor?"
"An emperor?" The man chuckled softly, a hint of pity in his voice. "What can He give us besides labor and taxes, sitting high on His golden throne?"
"How dare you!" Deyan roared in fury, slamming his fist on the table. "You damned heretic, how dare you criticize the Emperor! You wait, I'll report you to the Ministry of Justice right now!"
After saying that, he smashed his wine glass, stumbled through the crowd, and rushed out of the tavern.
He hadn't gone far when he noticed several suspicious figures following behind him, and Deyang sneered.
When a guy suddenly jumped up from the darkness and hit him with a stick, he cooperated and passed out.