Chapter 133 Submission <TOC> Chapter 135 The Escaping Lamb
Translator: SumTLMan
A helicopter gracefully ascended, its gray-black low-visibility paint blending perfectly with the sky.
This was a Ushas multi-purpose helicopter produced by Stan Aviation, boasting strong carrying capacity and powerful armament, including ground missiles, rockets, and machine guns. However, it had little resistance against flying psychic creatures.
Rajaral Santanu, in order to obtain the remaining Soul Spring water, had spared no expense and specially arranged for this helicopter to transport Li Mu away, so as to deceive the followers of the Soul Cult in the city of Avonigarda.
Below in the courtyard, the azure swimming pool was stained with blood as the beautiful young girls were successively shot and killed in terror, their bodies floating on the water’s surface.
Rajaral Santanu had met Li Mu in front of them, with no intention of leaving them any way out.
Li Mu turned his gaze back to the cabin.
A dozen fully armed special forces soldiers from the affiliated countries were curiously looking at him.
They had received a secret order to kill Li Mu immediately if he showed any signs of abnormality. For this purpose, two powerful fourth-level awakeners had even been assigned.
With two fourth-level awakeners by his side, Rajaral Santanu finally felt a bit of security.
After being introduced to Li Mu, he no longer had absolute trust in Babelu.
“What do you want in exchange for the remaining Soul Spring water?” Rajaral Santanu asked impatiently, feeling that he had lost the initiative.
The effects of the Soul Spring water had been verified, and so far, there were no side effects other than an extremely bitter taste.
This made him crave the Soul Spring water even more.
“Vice-Chief Santanu, is your vision really so limited?” Li Mu pinched his fingers together as he spoke.
“Don’t joke around, I’m not playing games with you.”
Rajaral Santanu’s face was very gloomy.
The sound of gun bolts being pulled back immediately filled the cabin.
“Even if I hand over all the Soul Spring water, how much would that amount to, Vice-Chief Santanu? We should target the Soul Cult and seize all their remaining Soul Spring water.”
Li Mu stretched out his hand and clenched it in front of Rajaral Santanu.
“By then, you might not even care about my share.”
Rajaral Santanu’s body stiffened, and he began to weigh the pros and cons of going to war with the Soul Cult for the Soul Spring water.
This was no longer something he could decide.
The helicopter flew to the far west end of Avonigarda City, a massive hemispherical greenhouse covering several acres.
The psychic metal alloy frame, sturdy tempered glass, and fully-powered air purifiers transformed the greenhouse into an idyllic paradise.
The multi-purpose helicopter landed on the No. 7 helipad on top of the greenhouse. Several people took the elevator and entered the greenhouse.
Stepping on the fertile soil, they were greeted by a moist wind. Inside the greenhouse, there were hills, rivers, and even herds of deer roaming through the sparse woods.
A large complex of pre-war style buildings surrounded a magnificent palace.
This was the dwelling place of the Santanu family, the rulers of Avonigarda Province, and the governor’s residence of Avonigarda City.
Li Mu was taken to a villa on the outskirts. Rajaral Santanu did not restrict his freedom; he could freely access most parts of the greenhouse, although someone was always following him.
He didn’t wander around but lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Tippolava Momo couldn’t wait to enter the dream realm.
The entire dream realm was a simple grassland, with endless green grass stretching to the sky. The moment Tippolava Momo entered, a howling hurricane rolled up.
“Why?”
Tippolava Momo’s voice was very angry and a little aggrieved.
“Why did you hand over such a treasure as the Soul Spring so cheaply? You should have informed me immediately so we could seize all the Soul Spring water.”
Although the ascendant divers could obtain source essence by devouring souls, their utilization efficiency was very low. Moreover, such precious treasures could be sold at a high price even if they weren’t used themselves.
“Have you forgotten the threat of the World-Ending Dragon? What’s the use of having more treasures before we get rid of it?”
Li Mu said.
After possessing the Illusion Breaker Eyes, Tippolava Momo no longer appeared as mysterious and unpredictable in his eyes. His outermost layer was almost solidified psychic energy, and the inner layer was very active source essence, wrapping a core within.
Tippolava Momo was silent for a moment.
“I hope your choice is right!”
After a gust of wind, Tippolava Momo disappeared into the dream realm.
“Risking life for great deeds but forgetting life for small gains. Your vision is still too narrow.”
Li Mu stood in the dream for a while and then disappeared within it.
At this moment, Rajaral Santanu was also in a luxurious room meeting with his father, Raja Santanu.
The Soul Spring water was placed in a crystal-clear, long-necked bottle on the table.
Raja Santanu was a rather burly man from Xindu, with a nearly bald head and a face full of wrinkles like a carved blade. He had slender eyes and a hooked nose.
He looked like a never-satisfied predator.
He picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece from the steak on his plate, and stuffed it into his mouth. The medium-rare steak bled as he chewed, staining his ivory teeth red.
“The Soul Spring water, even I have never heard of such a treasure before. The Soul Cult has hidden it deeper than I imagined.”
Rajaral Santanu said:
“Father, with enough Soul Spring water, you can try to advance to the second energy level!”
Entering the Source Ocean to hunt for source essence was risky, as one could inadvertently disturb some unspeakable existence and completely vanish into the bottomless Source Ocean.
Someone like Raja Santanu, with his abilities, would naturally not risk entering the Source Ocean like a desperate man, gambling for the possibility of reaching the second energy level.
“Now, the Soul Cult is preparing a major plan, and as long as we put a little pressure on them, they will obediently hand over the Soul Spring water for trade.”
As the governor of Avonigarda Province, he naturally had channels of contact with the Soul Cult.
Using force was too crude for someone of his high status. The cornered Soul Cult might even destroy the Soul Spring water directly.
“Bie Yesu is useless now, should we just kill him?”
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Rajaral Santanu’s face. As the number one official of Avonigarda Province, few people could give him attitude.
He could tolerate Li Mu as long as he was still useful, but now that he was no longer needed, there was no need to endure any longer.
“Let’s wait a bit. If the trade with the Soul Cult is unsuccessful, he can still be useful.”