High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 91: Missiles can curve after hitting the ground? That's science!

The images in Han Feng's mind were violently turbulent.

The moment the missile penetrated the ground, the dense soil and high-dimensional blood mist pollution instantly transformed into layers of thick interference networks, attempting to sever that extremely weak psionic communication link.

Han Feng gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, his head throbbing with pain.

A wisp of divine thought was tightly wrapped around the psionic array inside the missile's guidance head, forcibly maintaining the most basic attitude control commands.

Through the mental vision transmitted back by the rudimentary detector at the missile's tip, thirty meters underground, two high-heat silhouettes radiating blinding halos were frantically digging into the soil.

The rudder deflection command is issued.

The two missiles veered sharply at an angle within the narrow, cramped tunnel, their wings scraping against the rock walls and sending up sparks as they precisely bit the tail of the tunnel worm in front of them.

"Boom!"

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled down from below the tarmac.

The earth trembled violently, and dense cracks appeared on the cement surface.

Along with the towering mud pillars, large amounts of pale green acid and worm-like purplish-black chunks of flesh were hurled into the air by the high-pressure airflow, crashing down around the runway.

The three people standing on the tarmac were completely dumbfounded.

Wang Meng stared wide-eyed for two seconds, then slapped his bald head hard.

"My God, what the hell is this fighting style?"

His voice was incredibly loud. "A missile that's buried in the ground can still change direction? This kid's using an anti-aircraft missile like a bunker buster?"

Zhang Hao's noodles twitched twice, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the long knife turned white.

He didn't respond to Wang Meng's words, his gaze fixed on the red and white fighter jet in the sky, his mind constantly reviewing the trajectory of the missile that defied common sense.

Gu Yun stood at the front, her legs feeling a little weak.

"The fire control system was clearly deactivated—"

Gu Yun's lips trembled as he muttered to himself, "If the guidance head loses its target source, the missile should only crash along a straight line due to inertia."

He didn't even turn on the guidance radar, so how could he possibly pull back those two missiles?

His proud theory of being an ace pilot was completely crushed into worthless paper in the face of Han Feng's outrageous maneuver.

Han Feng had no time to pay attention to the shock on the ground.

He had completely entered a mysterious state.

The sword bone, which was 45% complete, emitted a continuous metallic resonance within the body, and the blood and qi surged wildly in the meridians. The "Alice" fighter jet made a series of large-angle sideslips and extremely small-radius turns at a low altitude of 100 meters.

Han Feng directly used this mid-grade magic weapon-level fighter jet as a command post in the sky.

He completely ignored the fire control radar; his [Spiritual Vision] penetrated the blood mist and the ground, continuously marking high-heat targets O.

"locking."

Flashes of fire appeared under the wings.

The missile detaches from its rack, launches, and is taken over by telekinesis, burrowing underground to track and detonate precisely.

The entire operation was performed flawlessly.

Four extremely muffled loud bangs exploded underground in all directions of the living area.

The soil churned and the air surged skyward.

In just five minutes, Han Feng forcibly wiped out nearly half of the dozen or so tunnel worms that had been rampaging behind the defense line and constantly spewing high-pressure acid.

The remaining worms completely lost their will to attack and frantically burrowed deeper into the earth, never daring to show their faces again.

On the outskirts of the residential area, in the shadows where the blood mist was thickest.

"Long Nail," clad in an optical camouflage robe, stopped in his tracks.

The communication jade talisman hanging on his chest was flashing wildly, emitting a mental wave of "Blood Four" mixed with extreme fear and despair, before it completely stopped.

Long Nail looked up at the sky.

Although his vision was obscured by the blood mist, he could clearly feel the deadly pressure emanating from the fighter jet above.

The underground insect swarm's defenses were torn apart by a single person.

Can't wait any longer.

Long Nail immediately activated [Mimicry Stealth], instantly reducing the energy fluctuations around him to the extreme, and his entire being became one with the churning blood mist around him on both physical and energy levels.

Two armed retired soldiers stood outside the gate of Warehouse No. 3.

The veteran's eyes were bloodshot, clearly affected by the frenzied energy in the blood mist. He was breathing heavily, his fingers gripping the trigger tightly, alert to his surroundings.

A gentle breeze carrying a mist of blood blew between the two.

The spikes touched the ground without even bending a single blade of grass, and silently passed right under the noses of the two guards.

Due to the high-dimensional energy interference of the blood mist, the infrared sensors and psionic monitoring arrays around the warehouse were all rendered useless as a pile of scrap metal, with the red lights flashing weakly.

We arrived at the heavy alloy door of Warehouse No. 3.

Long Nail's right hand emerged from his sleeve, the muscles at the tip of his index finger twitching, and a jet-black, shiny bone spur, coated with corrosive liquid, suddenly pierced out.

The bone spikes were precisely inserted into the intricate mechanical psionic lock.

A few extremely faint metallic clicking sounds came from inside. The alloy door slid open silently, just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways.

Long Spike slipped inside.

The warehouse was filled with freshly harvested and packaged amethyst wheat, so rich in spiritual energy that it was almost tangible.

He ignored the strategic supplies and pulled out a black compass covered in runes from his pocket.

The compass needle swung violently a few times amidst the dense spiritual energy, finally pointing firmly to shelf area B-7.

Long Nail strode over.

Push aside the mountain of linen sacks to reveal the specially made alloy floor underneath.

There were a few barely noticeable pry marks along the edge of the floor.

Bone spikes slid along the gap, and the cover of the hidden compartment was flung off.

An object radiating intense malice appeared before them.

It was a fist-sized tumor, its surface densely covered with purplish-black blood vessels that pulsated and undulated with an extremely regular rhythm, even emitting waves of mental fluctuations similar to the cries of a young child.

[An unborn child].

Without the slightest hesitation, Changding took out a specially made lead box that isolated energy, put the fetus inside, and then closed it with his hand behind his back.

The moment the spike touched the cover of the hidden compartment.

The warehouse's internal alarm system, which had been shielded by the blood mist, suddenly erupted with a long, piercing shriek.

This system uses underground physical fiber optic cables, which are not affected by spatial energy interference.

Inside the main control tower, Lei Zhen slammed his hand on the control panel, leaving a handprint on the hard alloy surface.

He picked up the red landline phone that led directly to the city wall defenses.

"Wang Defa! The secret compartment in warehouse number three has been compromised! Get some men and seal that opening! We absolutely cannot let anything inside get out of the farm!"

Lei Zhen's single eye blazed with murderous intent, and the killing intent of a peak-level Qi Opening Realm cultivator was transmitted directly to the other end of the receiver via his vocal cords.

On the main fortress defense line.

Wang Defa threw away the communicator and grabbed the thick-backed broadsword stuck in the ground.

"First squad, follow me!"

A thick, earthy-yellow true energy exploded on his body, and he smashed through the blood mist with a savage force, heading straight for Warehouse No. 3, several hundred meters away.

A dozen or so fully armed exoskeleton veterans followed closely behind.

In less than half a minute, Wang Defa rushed to the warehouse gate.

The alloy door, which had been tightly closed, was now ajar. He kicked the door.

"Bang!"

The massive door, weighing several tons, flew out along with its hinges and crashed heavily onto the pile of amethyst wheat.

Wang Defa charged in with his sword, sweeping it horizontally. The Rock True Qi transformed into a whirlwind, instantly expelling the blood mist that had accumulated inside.

The searchlights of a dozen psionic rifles illuminated the warehouse in a stark white light.

No one is empty.

Amidst the mess of burlap sacks scattered on the ground, the hidden compartment was large.

Apart from the lingering, nauseating, and eerie aura, the place was completely empty.

Wang Defa strode to the hidden compartment, squatted down, and touched the edge of the cut. The cut was extremely smooth and still contained corrosive venom residue.

He pressed the walkie-talkie on his collar, his voice deep and hoarse: "Manager, it's too late. The thief is gone, and everything has been taken."

Inside the main control tower.

Upon hearing the report transmitted through the walkie-talkie, several thick veins on Lei Zhen's temples throbbed violently.

The West Gate Ironclad Battalion was held back by tens of thousands of beasts. The runway was destroyed and suffered heavy losses. More than a dozen underground insects turned the living area upside down.

They've caused such a huge commotion and wasted so many resources.

As a result, they didn't even get a glimpse of the enemy's core thief, and their most crucial item was stolen right under their noses.

"You've really grown in skill!"

Lei Zhen forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "Zhou Ping, pull up all the physical surveillance footage around the warehouse. I don't believe this beast can just vanish into thin air."