Chapter 615 - Seventh-grade Soul Bomb
Tang Wulin was never an impatient person. He sat down in a dark corner and quietly started using the Mysterious Heaven Method, feeling all the slight changes around him and waiting for the night to come.
According to the information they had received, the Green Skull Renegades had already made some prearrangements in the theater, but they didn’t know their full plan.
It was getting dark; night was falling.
Star Luo City was the capital and also the largest city of the Star Luo Empire. At night, the streets were lit with bright lights and bustling with people.
The Star Theater was a medium-sized theater that performed a few plays every day, mainly historical plays. The Star Luo Empire had a long history which was divided into two parts: the Douluo Continent history and the Star Luo Continent history. The second part started after the people arrived at the Star Luo Continent.
The theater had already begun various preparations, even though the performing wouldn’t start for a while.
In the first basement of the Star Theater, a manhole cover was moved away silently, and then several black figures emerged.
"Remember the plan!" A low voice sounded, and then the black figures quickly spread out.
In the theater, a handsome middle-aged man in a black tuxedo was looking at the script in his hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stood up with his eyes narrowed.
“Attention all agents. They’re here. In the first basement. Let’s get the show on the road!”
The basement of the Star Theater was very complex, with concrete columns as the foundation supporting the entire theater. At this moment, the black figures were rushing to these columns, sticking round soul bombs on them.
At the same time, masked agents started for the basement quietly in the dark.
Tang Wulin heard the order through his earpiece and stood up, waiting.
As much as he’d like to go where the real action was, he followed the order and stayed put, because he knew he wasn’t strong enough. If he had a suit of one-word battle armor, both his combat skills and survivability would increase tremendously, and thus he would naturally be much safer.
After Black One gave the order, Tang Wulin’s earpiece fell silent; all he could do now was wait.
The audience began to enter the theater. Today's play was very interesting and was one of the most popular plays the Star Theater had to offer – Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao vs. the Black Dragon King.
The Spirit Ice Douluo had prevented the enemy from invading the Star Luo Empire on his own. He was the most worshiped man on the Star Luo Continent; his reputation was greater here than on the Douluo Continent.
On the stage, some warm-up shows were already being performed; the audience had no clue that a fierce fight had broken out below them. This content belongs to novel·fiɾe·net
Tang Wulin’s earpiece started sounding constantly.
“One enemy down! One bomb defused! Number of enemies unknown.”
“Three down. Four bombs in Area Four. Need backup!”
“This is Purple One. They have found us. Hurry up and go all out. Defuse the bombs first!”
“Well done! Stay alert. They could be driven to desperate action!”
“Good job! Thank you, Yellow Six!”
Listening to his earpiece, Tang Wulin could barely restrain his urge to fight. He could tell the battle was quite violent.
“This is Purple One. Some enemies have escaped. Defuse the bombs first. All the white-class agents outside, keep your eyes peeled. Kill them if possible. Keep me posted!”
Tang Wulin’s eyes brightened. Golden light burst in blinding radiance from Tang Wulin’s body as he activated Golden Dragon Body. As two pieces of armor clad his right arm and shoulder, he went straight into his strongest form.
No sooner had he got combat ready than a black figure jumped to the top of the wall.
“Damn these Battle Hall clowns!” the man said angrily. “Ready the seventh-grade soul bomb! Let’s bury these bastards!”
Seventh-grade soul bomb? Tang Wulin thought. He knew well enough the destructive power of that weapon. Soul bombs were a terrifying kind of soul device, and they were becoming more powerful by the year. Whether in Douluo or Star Luo Continent, they were a devastating weapon; no private ownership was allowed except for the military.
It was costly to make a soul bomb, but its power was worth the price. Tang Wulin never thought the Green Skull Renegades had managed to sneak a seventh-grade soul bomb into the city.
If it exploded, perhaps all the buildings within several kilometers’ radius would be completely destroyed, let alone the theater.
What Tang Wulin didn't know was that attacking the Star Theater was just part of the Green Skull Renegades’ plan.
It was extremely difficult to get a seventh-grade soul bomb into Star Luo City. They had dismantled it and smuggled the numerous parts into the city. They had used all kinds of measures and devices to avoid the parts from being detected, but still, it had taken them a long time. The Green Skull Renegades were really devoted.
Actually, this bomb had been saved for the round-robin matches of the Continental Young Elites Tournament, where all the young elites would compete. The Green Skull Renegades had planned to destroy the younger generation of the Star Luo Empire.
However, things didn’t go as they had planned. Their leader was furious now that his grand plan had unraveled and many of his man had been killed. He knew there was no way this bomb would go off at the tournament, not with the Battle Hall, so he decided to detonate it here.
That black-class agent might be able to survive the blast, but the same thing couldn’t be said for the other agents; they would be killed or buried alive.
The Tang Sect had a close relationship with the Star Luo Empire, so if the Green Skull Renegades could weaken the Tang Sect, their operation this time couldn’t be seen as a complete failure.
There were already four men on the top of the wall. Their leader was wearing a dark green robe, and in a flash of light, a one-meter-long bomb appeared in his hands.
Tang Wulin’s scalp tingled as soon as he saw the bomb.
The shell was densely covered with various magic patterns, exuding a vague and gloomy atmosphere. The feeling of terror made Tang Wulin feel as if he would be wiped out at any moment.
It was the first time he had seen such a high grade soul bomb.
One man was carrying the bomb on his shoulder; he was equipped with dark purple battle armor, and his seven soul rings sped around him in circles. Judging by the look of his battle armor, he was clearly a two-word battle armor master.
His two companions were setting up a base for the bomb. It was not easy to launch; without a base, they might be caught up in the blast, which would be fatal.
Should I stop them? Tang Wulin thought, knowing he couldn’t stop them even if he tried. They were all battle armor masters; he didn’t stand a chance against them.