nashuaworldcup #1098 - Chapter 1098 Underground and Flowers
#1098 - Chapter 1098 Underground and Flowers
“Rumbling.”
“Ugh... y-you... th-that... qu-quick..... in.....”
Amidst the deafening roar of the drilling rig, Omen reluctantly removed his headphones and looked at his workmate, who was shouting at him.
“What! Are! You! Saying!?”
The noise of the drill was so loud that Omen couldn't hear what his workmate was saying without taking off his noise-canceling headphones.
What made it even more frustrating for Omen was that, in this situation, he could only shout to ask what the other person was saying.
However....
Before Omen could get an answer, a crystal-clear voice, transmitted through something akin to battle aura, reached his ears directly.
“He said the machine on your side is overheating! Quickly activate the button and inject coolant to cool it down!”
Omen looked up and saw that the one speaking for his workmate was a grim-looking Imperial veteran.
One of the veteran's eyes had been replaced with a mechanical one, and his face was covered with various scars.
He was even visibly missing a chunk of his chin.
This terrifying appearance couldn't help but make Omen's heart tremble.
The reason was simple: Omen swore that if the Imperial veteran in front of him wanted to kill him, it wouldn't take much longer than crushing an ant.
Perhaps it was because the veteran was too fierce, but Omen didn't dare to look him directly in the eyes. Instead, he looked down his face until he saw the dog tag on his chest, engraved with the Imperial symbol and made from melted-down weapons of fallen warriors.
[Name: Hans Albert]
“Hans Albert.”
Omen, his mind somewhat dazed, muttered the other man's name to himself.
Just then, the veteran suddenly grabbed Omen's shoulder.
The grip almost made Omen, who was standing in front of the control panel, collapse to the ground.
Then, Omen heard the voice of the veteran named Hans Albert again.
“The machine on your side is overheating! Quickly activate the button and inject coolant to cool it down!”
The veteran's cold voice brought Omen back to his senses.
“Damn it!”
Sure enough, Omen turned around and saw that the machine in his controlled area was indeed overheating.
The data on the instrument panel reflected Omen's bewildered face.
This kind of low-level mistake made his face turn green.
So, in a flurry of hurried but sufficiently quick operations, the cold cryo-coolant rapidly entered the area it was supposed to, amidst the roar of the machine.
Hiss!
As a huge burst of steam appeared, the veteran beside Omen patted Omen's shoulder again.
His voice once again calmed Omen completely.
“Don't be too nervous, citizen.”
“You did well.”
“You have done something beneficial for the Empire!”
Hearing that he wasn't being blamed, Omen completely relaxed.
“Yes!”
Omen nodded, calmed his heart, and focused on operating the machine in front of him, so that this mechanical device, larger than a building, could continue its work.
What he had been most afraid of was that his mistake would be seized upon, and he would be branded a traitor to the Empire for some crime and executed directly.
Such things were not mere rumors.
On the battlefields of the entire Human Empire, such things happened constantly.
Omen had personally seen or heard of more than a dozen people being executed.
Moreover, Omen, being somewhat clever, understood that there was only one reason why there were quite a few Imperial veterans standing around them workers.
That was, these soldiers were monitoring them, the workers operating the Earth-Shattering Drills!
If they found that they were not meeting the scheduled targets, they would kill them without hesitation.
However, Omen noticed that the soldiers beside him didn't seem to be there just to monitor them, as he had expected.
Their real purpose seemed to be to stand guard.
But what were they guarding against?
In this underground, as deep and dark as an abyss.
Questions arose one after another in Omen's mind.
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“Never mind.”
“Let them do whatever they want.”
“Anyway, all we workers need to do is dig to the correct location according to the plan.”
Soon, Omen stopped worrying about it.
“As long as we complete the lord's mission, I'll be able to go home soon, go home to see my wife and children, right?”
He took out the photo from his pocket, looked at it, and then carefully put it back.
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However, just as the machine that Omen and the others were operating was gradually approaching its target location, suddenly, the giant machine shook violently.
The shaking was so violent that Omen was almost thrown off and suffered a head injury.
Fortunately, before Omen could be thrown off, he was pulled back by the Imperial veteran Hans Albert.
By the Emperor, for the first time, Omen found this soldier, who exuded a deadly aura, to be so kind.
However, before Omen could politely say a word of thanks, Hans Albert, the veteran with a mechanical eye and a face full of scars, suddenly roared.
“Quick, start the machine again and escape from here, they're coming!”
“Huh?”
“Hurry!”
Hans Albert roared, and the bewildered Omen didn't care about anything else and quickly crawled towards the control panel.
Just then, a pleasant smell of grass quickly filled his nostrils.
Then, he was surprised to find that a pure white little flower had grown on the steel near the control panel in front of him, he didn't know when.
A little flower?
Growing on machinery?
What was going on?
But before Omen could get close to the control panel, suddenly, a pure white figure appeared in front of this worker who had never stepped out of his own plane in his entire life.
And the figure's appearance finally made Omen understand what the Imperial veterans beside him were guarding against.
Elves, are here!
A silver rapier, drawing a graceful arc, pierced towards Omen's throat.
Instinctively, Omen clenched the photo in his arms....
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