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That was the shockwave following the supersonic flight, and when the aircraft came to a stop over the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation, everyone, including X, was stunned.

A white, simple, and beautiful cruiser hovered there, marked 055.

But it shouldn't be here, and human civilization in 1913 didn't have supersonic aircraft, let alone supersonic warships that were so ridiculously large.

Even in 1999, let alone 1913, there wasn't anything this outrageous!

Before the people at the St. Love Foundation headquarters could recover, the bow of the cruiser suddenly opened, revealing a dark, gaping cannon muzzle, at least 1000mm in size.

Then, the deep red energy began to gather, and the energy storage began.

"It's going to attack!"

"Shit! Activate arcane defense!"

"Damn it, when did Reforged Hand develop such outrageous technology?!"

"Defense system activated! Zeno's army in position!"

Within a mere ten seconds, the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation erected nine layers of defense systems, including defensive mechanisms such as spatial distortion and deflection. It can be said that the current occult defense system has reached its limit, and all of this was demonstrated here.

At that moment, a figure dressed in a black robe flew out of the cockpit and hovered above the front deck of the Type 055 destroyer.

Looking at the heavily fortified headquarters of the St. Love Foundation, Wan Qi pointed at them and said loudly with a cold laugh, "055, greet your friends at the foundation!"

The next moment, a red light pierced through the earth.

Section 52: Headquarters Explosion, Not a Major Problem

(Second update!)

Moving slightly back in time, it was also at the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation.

Hello everyone, my name is Marcus, a very ordinary newly hired occultist.

Not long ago, I went to the Foundation headquarters with my teacher, Hoffman. It was a very impressive place. My teacher was going to introduce me to a big shot in the Foundation because my occult abilities would be perfect for being an assistant or collecting information.

but……

Can I do it well?

In the room, Marcus kept looking up and down, struggling with his nervousness, much like a college graduate applying for a job at a Fortune 500 company, feeling nothing but anticipation and anxiety.

I heard that the important person is from Aurora, so should I start learning some Chinese now?

Just as Marcus was lost in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

There were many footsteps, sounding chaotic and tense. What happened?

Driven by girlish curiosity, Marcus carefully pushed open the door and began to observe the situation outside through the crack.

"Ready! Ready! Headquarters has been breached!"

"Are you kidding me? Do you have a death wish?"

"I'm not kidding, the alarm's already on, get to your positions immediately!"

Someone... has infiltrated... headquarters!?

Marcus's brain went blank for a full ten seconds.

It must be very dangerous outside at this time, but Marcus still decided to take a look. She didn't go far, just went to the window to look out, being careful...

"ah! "

The enormous explosion instantly engulfed the entire foundation headquarters. The glass in front of Marcus shattered on the spot, and Marcus himself was so shocked by the loud explosion that he covered his ears and knelt on the ground, taking a long time to come to his senses.

My ears hurt so much, and my head feels so heavy, what's wrong?

Marcus managed to lift her head, and through the broken window, she saw a scene she would never forget.

A massive white warship hovered high in the sky, its bow folding open to reveal cannons brimming with crimson energy, aimed at the Foundation headquarters below.

At the same time, chaos reigned in the vice president's office at the foundation headquarters. Constantine stood by the bed with a very unpleasant expression on her face, a rare display of her true emotions. However, by the time the others arrived at her office, she had already adjusted her expression, making herself appear calm and composed, as if victory was in her grasp.

"Vice President, what's that up in the sky?"

"It's nothing, just a rather irritable guest. We've had similar guests before."

At this moment, a middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and, acting as the vice president's mouthpiece, said, "Please rest assured, everyone, the Foundation's defenses are impregnable. That level of attack is simply not enough..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a red beam of light pierced through the nine layers of defense at the Foundation headquarters.

Your spatial defense magic is good, but my power works in all dimensions, and you obviously cannot build a spatial defense in all dimensions.

From the perspective of everyone at the Foundation headquarters, the supposedly indestructible nine-layered defense system crumbled instantly, followed by the piercing sound of alarms.

"Warning, warning, headquarters defense system has crashed, headquarters defense system has crashed, all defense power supply nodes are overloaded, critical triggering lines have failed, and it is expected that it will not be able to restart within 24 hours. Headquarters staff, please enter the transfer channel immediately, repeat..." The middle-aged man's mouth was wide open, his face was flushed, and he could not say a word.

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like being half-slapped in the face by a full insurance policy while bragging.

The Saint Love Foundation's proudest defensive system couldn't withstand a single blow from the enemy.

Constantine instantly realized that this was no longer a problem that could be solved by political maneuvering and intellectual games, because the other party had no intention of playing chess with him at all, and didn't even intend to use the chessboard. Instead, he was going to pick up the chessboard and swing it around to deliver a ruthless blow.

Meanwhile, Marcus was piecing together his worldview by the window.

As a new recruit from outside, her first impression of the St. Love Foundation headquarters was that it was sacred, powerful, authoritative, and inviolable. However, less than a day later, an intruder suddenly broke in and kicked the dignity of the foundation headquarters into the mud, and then danced recklessly on it.

Why? Why did this happen? Isn't this the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation? Aren't the defenses here top-notch? Who is this enemy? What will happen next?

Confusion, tension, fear—countless emotions surged through Marcus's mind. She wanted to escape, but her legs refused to provide any transfer under immense psychological pressure.

"Marcus!"

Ms. Hoffman, who had just gone to see her younger brother, rushed out from around the corner of the corridor.

"teacher……"

Hoffman immediately recognized Marcus's current condition, so he picked her up and started running.

"Don't speak yet, we need to turn around..."

Ms. Hoffman wanted to say they needed to move, but as soon as they turned a corner, a group of white giants, each over two meters tall, blocked their way. These heavily armed behemoths, with their weapons capable of killing both the enemy and their cover, were enough to instantly calm even the most insane person.

Facing a gun muzzle of at least 30mm, Hoffman knew he had better not run.

"Fire!"

"Protect headquarters!"

"All artillery units, full firepower!"

The battle outside continued. The Zeno Army's defense headquarters was composed of elite troops, led by Igor, the Foundation's most trusted old general. Dense barrages instantly covered the 055 Bone Destroyer, creating a spectacular scene. Even large-caliber naval guns enhanced with mystical magic joined the fray.

This fortress-gun defense system, similar to naval gun turrets mounted directly on land, is a product of the St. Love Foundation's research into the fusion of mysticism and modern technology. Because it is indeed very spectacular and powerful, it was well-suited for headquarters defense and was never dismantled after its completion. Today, however, it has come in handy.

With the roar of the 406mm naval guns, everyone thought the battle was over.

So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, something unexpected was bound to happen.

"Liwei, do you want to eat?"

The soul-shaking Chinese voice violently flooded the minds of everyone at the foundation headquarters, and even those who couldn't understand Chinese could hear the strong sarcasm.

When the smoke and dust cleared, 055 Bone Drive was safe and sound!

"Your coordinates have been exposed, you idiots!" Wan Qi raised his right hand and ordered, "055, fire all missiles!"

The vertical launch systems were fully activated, and a dense barrage of missiles shot into the sky, then turned downwards at an astonishing 30-degree angle mid-flight, beginning to target all the defense facilities at the Foundation headquarters.

In an instant, the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation was filled with smoke, but there were not many explosions, because what was falling was not missiles, but huge flying swords.

No one says you can't use a sword while piloting a ship; that's just keeping up with the times.

However, these sharp magic arrays, filling the entire structure inside and out, endowed these three-meter-long swords with terrifying penetrating and cutting properties. Without harming anyone, they dismantled all the active defense systems of the St. Love Foundation headquarters, and were finally retrieved into the vertical system by Wan Qi under everyone's watchful eyes.

Upon witnessing this scene, the old general Igor collapsed to his knees in despair.

He had fought for half his life, but at this moment, he couldn't think of any way to defeat the person in front of him.

nuclear weapon?

Oh my God, that thing is right above the foundation's headquarters. Are you going to nuke the whole thing, headquarters and all?

Moreover, a mystic of this caliber is absolutely skilled at self-preservation. Perhaps the person who came here is not even their true self. If you drop a nuclear bomb on a puppet, and then the puppet realizes that it has broken ties with you, it might jump directly to the Reforged Hand faction to cause trouble for the Foundation.

An Arcana and something even more dangerous than the Arcana have gotten together...

This game is playable!?

It has only been half an hour since the start of the confrontation, but the St. Love Foundation headquarters has already run out of cards to play.

"This is the First Administration Building, enemy forces have invaded... Ah!"

Okay, the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation has also been hacked. The transfer channels have been blocked, and all teleportation spells have lost their effectiveness. It seems that the other party used some kind of sealing method (Wanqi: How about magic suppression?).

In other words, the current headquarters of the St. Louis Foundation has become a closed, isolated island.

As for external aid, you mean a group of armed forces from 1913 came to aid headquarters?

Go take a look at that monster outside, and those monsters inside. Are you sure humans can defeat them?

The combat units that stormed the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation at this time were life-size Warhammer pieces created by Wan Qi when he was extremely bored. After incorporating almost every technology that could be added, Wan Qi obtained his own Bonestat warriors.

The long period of time gave him ample opportunity to meticulously refine these pieces, but later it turned into mass production of Bonestats, and there were even dedicated skull factories to produce these big guys.

Then Wanqi commanded them to fight fiercely on the battlefield they had built. As for the paint jobs of the pieces, they were all kinds of things, and sometimes they even went so far as to go for the blasphemous. The head was the wisdom of the Necromancer, the right hand was the power of Khorne, the left hand was the blessing of the Goma, the chest was the loyalty of the Empire, the crotch was the healing of Slaanesh, the left foot represented the life of the Father, the right foot symbolized the wisdom of Tzeentch, the jetpack was the path of the highest good, and a Tyranid tentacle belt was attached to the waist. When they charged, they shouted "For the holy Black King".

This level of loyalty is overflowing! Even if the Emperor himself came, he would have to give it a thumbs up before leaving.

Or simply don't apply any paint and go straight into the PK round.

GW's strongest Space Marine legion - the Gray Model Expeditionary Force!

Previously, he had been fighting against himself. Wan Qi was not afraid of death anyway, so he always went all out. This was the first time he had summoned his Bonestat Legion to fight in other worlds. Previously, they were driven by necromantic bacteria, but now artificial souls made of soul fragments have been added, giving them the ability to grow and evolve autonomously.

In addition, there is the Bone Army, whose appearance is based on the Astral Army and whose weapons are also modeled after the Astral Army. However, their actual effects are all kinds of energy magic. Anyway, the power of the flashlight is just so-so. It would be acceptable if it could penetrate ordinary armored targets. The key point is whether the appearance can satisfy Wan Qi's boredom to the point of commanding chess pieces to fight.

But if these things were placed at the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation, they would be beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Soldiers with unwavering morale, relentless resolve, and perfect execution of orders are steel of will. Moreover, even if all the Bone Statues and Bone Army are wiped out, Wan Qi won't be heartbroken. As long as his own Skull Factory production line is still running, he can produce as many of these things as he wants, at most they won't be as powerful as the finely crafted versions he makes himself.

But so what? No matter how powerful the Tiger II or Tiger II are, they still have to kneel before the '34 Sea'.

What's more, these things are mass-produced, simplified yet more powerful versions of the Tiger II and Tiger III.

The deterrent effect has been maximized, and the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation is powerless to retaliate.

"I, Wan Qi, the Zhen Dan magician, am speaking to the Saint Love Foundation."

Wan Qi's voice transcended the barriers of space and resounded directly in everyone's minds, but merely resounding was a completely different concept from the previous violent forceful shoving.

This shows that the other party can use mental energy as a weapon, and also skillfully manipulate it into a communicator, achieving full coverage.

When did the foundation offend such a powerful figure?!

It was precisely because everyone here knew the true strength of most mystics that they were so shocked by Wan Qi's power.

We may not be very close to God, but we are already very far from humanity.

After a brief pause, Wan Qi continued, "Arrange for someone who speaks Chinese to come and communicate with me. I'm too lazy to speak English."

After the communication ended, Wan Qi flew back to the cockpit of the 055 hull destroyer, and the atmosphere at the scene fell silent once again.

In Constantine's office, everyone subconsciously looked at Ms. Z. Among everyone present, she was the only person from Aurora, and her status and position were sufficient. Moreover, she had clearly stated that she wanted someone who could speak Chinese.

The others also spoke Chinese, but they worried that if they opened their mouths with their heavily accented British Mandarin, the other party would become enraged and kick them off the cruiser.

So what if you get kicked down? The foundation will definitely ensure you receive the highest honors afterward, since you're dead!

What is a politician?

I want the benefits, you can go to hell.

In the political arena, politicians are always a minority, while political figures are the majority, and sometimes even the vast majority.

“I’ll go,” Ms. Z said.

Constantine nodded, but as Ms. Z turned around, she suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

"Take this with you."

Ms. Z looked at the trinket Constantine handed her. It was a mystical necklace infused with emergency teleportation, capable of instantly activating teleportation. Due to its extremely high technical difficulty and exorbitant cost, only a small number of high-ranking members of the Foundation were equipped with it.