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Several stepped forward:

“We can do it!”

“The will of the Holy Mercy Lilies is in no way inferior to that of space warriors!”

“Leave it to us!”

Their emotions ran high, feeling insulted.

But Rizzo had no intention of employing reverse psychology, and even Georgette fell silent at that moment.

Gu Hang saw all this and acknowledged that Rizzo’s words were the truth.

The abbess was no fool—if she was confident, she wouldn’t remain silent.

Clearly, it was because she also believed that the ordinary battle nuns faced a near-certain death doing this task, and thus she kept quiet.

In the previous battle, she had already lost a sister-in-arms.

Gu Hang turned his gaze to Matins and directly made his request, “Commander, I need your help.”

Matins didn’t demur, “To fight for The Emperor, eradicate the corrupt Spiritual Energy creatures, and save the Empire World, the Phoenix cannot refuse!”

The Phoenix is indeed reliable!

Initially, I even considered a ‘change the cage for a bird’ plan—simply too inhumane.

But… the Phoenix only has seven members.

That’s a problem too.

Rizzo had already been spent here, leaving only six of Phoenix, yet there were seven wind farms to deal with.

Georgette looked somewhat ashamed. If she still had the strength to fight, she could have taken care of one, and there would be no problem.

Or, if she dared to risk sacrifice, one nun might not be enough, but they had ten people, taking turns, they would surely be able to bring down one projection.

But when it really came to making this decision, she hesitated.

However, Gu Hang did not make it difficult for her, “I will deal with one myself.”

“That’s too dangerous,” Priest Rizzo advised.

Gu Hang waved his hand, his decision already made.

Moreover, he felt that in pure Mental Realm combat, he, a user of Spiritual Energy, might even be stronger than the warriors of Phoenix.

Subsequently, the personnel were split into many groups and began rushing toward the other seven wind farms.

Besides Rizzo, the three Phoenix members present rushed to three different sites; the nuns also formed teams to follow as reserves; another three Phoenix members, led by the bald Schneider in the city, received orders and went to three other locations.

Ordinary troops did not accompany their actions.

Perbov and his team were ordered by Gu Hang to go to the city to help, following the commands of Yan Fangxu and Osenia.

The remaining space warriors and nuns could then proceed at full speed. With the aid of their powered armor, they strode through the storm, not much slower than a car.

Gu Hang headed toward the farthest of the seven power stations.

The reason for this assignment was because he could fly, making him the fastest.

Whether it was bad luck or being targeted, he was struck by lightning twice on his way there.

But there was no harm done.

Before the lightning struck, he had already detected unnatural gatherings of Spiritual Energy through his Spiritual Vision, allowing him to dodge in advance.

Upon his arrival at the destination, local soldiers were bombarding incarnations of the Primal Fury Owl in the enormous craters left by orbital bombardments.

The strategy that Gu Hang had previously formulated was working.

Originally, following Yan Fangxu’s orders, the many troops that came to this location encountered resistance from Cult members. The Cult’s numbers and quality weren’t especially high, and given time, the soldiers should have been able to overcome the enemy, followed by demolishing the wind farm, not a big problem anymore.

But while they were engaged in combat, they received new orders, so they withdrew from the fight.

Those Cult members didn’t chase after them.

Their mission was to protect the wind farm; even if it couldn’t be held, they were to delay as much as possible. Even when the enemy’s retreat seemed strange, their happiness outweighed their confusion.

Then, in their joy, they faced orbital bombardment.

The bombardiers aboard the Quintet followed the governor’s orders and carried out 7×3 rounds of minimal yield bombardment, not using the Colossal Cannons and the Light Spear Array, but only the secondary cannons.

Yet, the effect on the ground was still terrifying.

The direct destruction range of the bombardment extended over half a kilometer; the shockwave retained lethal force even a kilometer away. Even the troops stationed at an almost two-kilometer theoretical safe distance from the target could feel the intense shock.

Some houses on the city’s edge collapsed under the bombardment.

Fortunately, by now, most people had gone to various food distribution points to queue for supplies, so the casualty figures should not be too high.

Just as they were hurrying back, washed by the rain and witnessing the rapid dissipation of the residual heat after the three bombardments, the wind farm was already gone. The Primal Fury Owl, which should have appeared, was making an effort to reconstitute itself.

No doubt about it, the artillery attack commenced. The barely reconstituted Primal Fury Owl was blasted apart again.

In this way, with a strategy of blasting a bit as soon as it reconstituted a bit, the local Primal Fury Owl’s incarnation became very miserable.

Until Gu Hang arrived.

He commended the troops on the scene, and through the communications soldier integrated into their team, received the latest situation updates.

Good news had come from the other two wind farms closest to the one where Cui Kao had been eliminated.

Two stellar warriors, including Commander Matins, had already annihilated the projections of the Primal Fury Owls in those locations.

This was a good start, indicating the plan was proceeding smoothly.

Without hesitation, Gu Hang stepped forward and touched the void.

Suddenly, he felt a palpitation and before his eyes appeared a vast fog.

The fog came quickly and vanished just as fast. Within a few breaths, it disappeared. Before him lay a steeply descending road, endless in length, with rolling mists of endless colors.

Gu Hang felt a strong pull of temptation as if being called to walk down, but also a strong sense of fear warning him of the great horror that lay below.

These two conflicting feelings interwove in his heart, even causing him a moment of trance.

A roar awakened him from the astounded sense of conflict.

Turning around, Gu Hang saw a two-person tall, phantom incarnation of the Primal Fury Owl, strutting arrogantly.

Are you the one?

Without a word, Gu Hang unleashed a psychic slash at it.

Upon his psychic projection entering this illusory Mental Realm, his Spiritual Energy could, of course, be utilized. Additionally, because he was closer to the Spirit Realm, and even to Hell, his spiritual sensitivity became keener and the Psychic Spells he could unleash were stronger.

The monster lost a leg, losing its arrogance immediately.

Unyielding will?

Maybe the Battle Nuns and stellar warriors really needed it when they entered the Mental Realm to fight. They had to engage in fierce melee combat with the frightful Primal Fury Owl incarnations, hence, their willpower determined the strength of their ‘bodies.’

But a psychic like Gu Hang didn’t need that. He relied on spiritual attributes to battle here, and all his Psychic Spells were effective—a few even stronger than usual.

Gu Hang’s psychic slash might not kill the Primal Fury Owl projection in one blow, but no matter, one slash at a time would suffice.

With less spiritual consumption and stronger psychic power… at this rate, he could continue for a hundred slashes. In other words, he could execute the Primal Fury Owl projection by dismemberment.

In reality, it didn’t even survive fifteen slashes, never once touching the hem of Gu Hang’s clothing before being cut into countless pieces.

A thick fog enveloped his vision once more, and by the time it cleared, Gu Hang found himself back in the real world.

It was at this moment that he felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

Upon leaving the Mental Realm, his soul had suffered a tearing. It wasn’t an injury per se, but if he entered that place again within a short period and then left, he might genuinely harm the core of his being.

He came to understand; this must be the price Georgette referred to, the cost of projecting one’s soul into the purely Mental Realm.

Thankfully, the price was paid upon exit. If it had to be paid upon entry, going in with a debuff of weakness and having to fight a Primal Fury Owl projection would make the challenge substantially harder.

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The content isn’t easy to split, so two chapters have been combined and posted together.