The factory inside the empty mountain was very quiet, as if you could hear the sound of the earth itself. The roar spread with echoes. Defoni, who was a distance away, then opened his eyes instantly, his body was tense, and he subconsciously entered a state of fighting. He waited until he completed the determination of the surrounding environment that he let out a heavy breath and walked step by step towards the location where Grote was.

The pollution rate hike has increased a lot, and the concentration does not change regularly, but its erosion to the normal environment is deepening, which is certain and unchanging. Defoni thought so, holding the first-generation holy sword in his left hand and the sledgehammer in his right hand. While walking, he blinked his eyes to restore the slight fatigue accumulated during the quiet waiting.

In front, the communicator has turned on the external function. In the factory where it can be described as silent, Defoni can hear the conversation between the two without doing anything.

"Anyway, there is never much good news." Defoni said to himself, his expression that he had become accustomed to. By the time he went to where Grote was, the conversation had lasted for a while, and the two had made preliminary decisions on many things.

"I have explained what I have learned so far. After two or three hours, if you get more detailed information, I should contact you again for a final explanation." Pekinz reminded, "In addition, when pollution changes irregularly, it is a signal that the enemy has already started to act. But they are too cautious, so far, we have no actual feelings."

"But the real sense will definitely not be far away. My personal expectation is tomorrow's evening. Maybe it will be delayed until late at night. For us and the enemy, this is not important. The difference between day and night is not big. But for you and Defoni, this may have a different meaning."

Grote said "Oh" and glanced at Defoni who came to the side: "He happened to be next to him."

"Well." Pekinz answered in a perfunctory voice, paused and continued, "If we could delay more time, it would be very important good news for us. The irregular changes in pollution have indeed become a problem that must be solved."

"If it's only a few hours, I can convince Defoni to show up and talk to the enemy after discovering the enemy - talk about the factory, talk about production, and insert a few words about the Mechanical Dragon. In short, it can add a few more hours of buffering time. But you can speak for three days," Grote, who spread his hands, turned to Defoni, and conveyed helplessness in body language. "Even if Defoni brings the information about the Mechanical Dragon and reads it to the enemy one by one, it won't take three days.

But it is also good news. At least we can cut it up when we see the enemy, without thinking about how to greet them gracefully and without politely. We are in a dilemma, and the enemy will definitely be in a dilemma when we see us like this."

The communicator synchronized Pekinz's laughter with almost no jet lag, "Then the later, Cassia will only destroy the changes in pollution, so as not to find specific traces of our members when they start to act. You and Defoni should also be prepared. High concentrations of pollution, the kind of white flowers blooming everywhere, hope to be prepared."

"I was prepared a long time ago, and now I'm just waiting for the enemy to enter this factory on their own initiative. I think they are also afraid. The factory is like Defoni's private base. There are things and how many people are hidden in it. They have no information related to it. You said it has started, so from this evening, the surroundings will be lively."

Grote said in a relaxed tone, "Where is your side, I don't think there will be any problem."

"Of course." Pekinz responded, "By the way, how far has the adaptation level of that body gone? A few months ago, when you and I blocked four popes from the Far Sea Common Country, there were still many problems. McGrie said that the special potion made by the Avalon agency has come to you and is in use. The pressure you are facing is much greater than mine. How to create opportunities is the main task of the two of us appearing in this mountain range."

"A basic adaptation can be used as your own body. But after all, the way to spend this thousand years is not like you. The strength of the body cannot increase my strength. Relying on the second generation of holy swords, I can only be considered to be more than the popes of all generations. But this time I need to face not only the popes of all generations, but also Novesas, and also beware of Liticia, who has lost all traces in the Fire Alliance."

After sighing, Grote said a headache, "I'm not sure how long I can last. Defoni and I will strictly follow the plan, focusing on 'evacuation', and try not to fight with the enemy for a long time. But you also know that once Novesas and Liticia join, the balance will be broken soon and the situation will deteriorate immediately. At that time, it's all up to you to prepare."

"The giant whale tribe rarely contacts them. They can provide more help, and the success rate of the plan will be much higher. So far, is there still a turning point in them?"

"Blocking the third general is the greatest help. In the future, it can provide frozen gas energy on the lens, and it is almost approaching its limit."

"The rest of the parts still need to look at the two backup plans of 'Earth Burning' and 'Ground Exposure'." Grote himself summarized, "Are Sukalius ready? I haven't seen him for a while. I borrowed Cassia's spiritual world and talked to it a lot. I thought I would really die at that time, and I never thought that there would be another day to meet."

"This is uncertainty. Accidents always happen in various environments and time. I hope that this time there will be accidents, that kind of 'good accident'."

"Miss Erinor suddenly came back? Or was the White Whale Plan of the Giant Whale Clan successful and also came back?" Grott imagined, "If it is not a person of this era, he will indeed have many discomforts."

"I hope these accidents will be there." Pekinz also imagined, "I will contact you later."

“There is time at any time.”

The contact was broken, and Grott sighed when he put down his communicator and looked at Defoni.

Defoni's expression was relaxed, and there were still a lot of expectations, "Tonight?"
Chapter completed!