Chapter 110: You Know Nothing of My Resources

"Cough, cough, I feel I must say a few words. I am a civilized and polite succubus; I wouldn’t do such things, so there’s really no need to guard against me with those items."

"You calling yourself civilized and polite? You were trying to kill us back then!"

Lin Mu scratched his nose; he wasn’t blind.

With that thought, Lin Mu gathered everyone and handed each person a cross.

"Hang this on yourselves. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—without this cross, if she kills you, it’ll be as easy as stepping on an ant."

Lin Mu wasn’t wrong. In Anna’s eyes, these people were just ordinary humans with no real power of their own.

They all relied on external objects.

On her planet, these were just common civilians.

Yet, the very civilians she looked down upon possessed weapons capable of killing her—this was absurd.

After dinner, Lin Mu finished making the tethered cannons and distributed them to everyone.

"Free time for now. At midnight, we’ll launch the attack on that small town. Dismissed."

After arranging the others, Lin Mu stayed behind with Shu Yi and Anna.

"I have one more question: what kind of ability were those people in the town using today?"

Lin Mu had some guesses but wasn’t certain.

He wondered if they could cultivate such abilities.

"You mean that? On our planet, it’s called Dou Qi. Their abilities are probably something similar—essentially a form of energy manipulation. It’s enough to deal with you, but not quite enough to handle me," Anna shrugged.

She thought for a moment. Given the current situation, it seemed she would have to stay here for a while.

Building good relations was important—at least she wouldn’t be attacked by these mithril crosses.

"There are many people here from various places, each with different ways of manipulating energy. Of course, there are people like you who rely on external objects, but their technology is more advanced. So, don’t just focus on them—you might want to try other targets. After all, people are different. The energy cultivation methods suitable for them might not suit you."

Lin Mu nodded. He had long considered this point.

But he trusted his vehicles more. As long as they didn’t cultivate immortality, he doubted anyone could withstand airplane cannons.

It seemed he should also get in touch with people from Blue Star.

If only he could find a weapons expert.

As long as you fall within the human category, there’s a way to kill you.

Tonight’s artillery barrage was a test.

If the 120mm caliber didn’t work well, what about 350mm? Or 1000mm?

If regular shells didn’t suffice, what about laser cannons, dark matter bombs, or annihilation particle guns?

In short, as long as one doesn’t transcend the human realm, Lin Mu truly didn’t believe anyone could withstand technology.

Still, if they could cultivate, then they could cultivate.

Improving one’s physical fitness was also beneficial.

At midnight, everyone took their seats in the driving positions.

"Adjust angle: left 10 degrees, up 30 degrees, max range 9.5 kilometers. Everyone prepare to fire ten... fifteen rounds simultaneously. Is everyone’s ammunition sufficient?"

"Sufficient!"

"Sufficient!"

"..."

Fifteen rounds—he didn’t believe that shield could hold up that long!

"Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eighty-four shells launched from the position, flying straight toward the distant small town.

Before those shells even landed, another eighty-four flew out.

In the distant town, after enduring Lin Mu’s morning assault, many more patrolmen had been deployed.

"Man, those weapons are strange—such tiny iron lumps, yet they cause ripples in the defensive array."

"Jace, you have to understand, this planet has lots of strange things."

"True enough. What if those people leave..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One massive roar after another sounded.

Because eighty-four shells were fired simultaneously, the sound was continuous, like an extended roar.

"Heavens, what is this? Why is the array reacting so violently?"

"What are you waiting for? Sound the alarm!"

Jace scrambled up and frantically shook a brass bell.

Urgent clanging echoed repeatedly.

Hearing this, people rushed out of their rooms.

The roar sounded again.

The protective array above their heads glowed brightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wave after wave of shells battered the area.

From afar, Lin Mu monitored the situation through multimedia—was this working or not?

The light screen’s reaction was strong, but it showed no sign of breaking.

He picked up the radio.

"Shu Yi, have Anna come to me."

There was a professional here; better to ask her directly.

Soon, Anna entered the vehicle with an exasperated look.

"If you have something to ask, don’t make me walk back and forth—it’s exhausting."

Though she thought this, she dared not say it aloud.

She feared Lin Mu might slap her again—he was serious about it.

"Is there something you wanted to ask me?" Anna smiled gently, showing her eight teeth.

Lin Mu shuddered.

"No, why do you look like this now?"

"Isn’t this the change you requested, darling?"

Lin Mu twitched his mouth; what ideas had Shu Yi planted in her?

Seeing her like this, he silently withdrew his hand—there was no reason to strike her now.

"Look at this pale yellow light screen—is it breaking or not?"

By now, fifteen rounds had been fired. If the array hadn’t changed much, he wouldn’t waste time.

If it had changed, he wouldn’t hold back.

"It’s hard to tell. We need a few more rounds to be sure," Anna shook her head. From the screen, it was just the manifestation of the array.

Whether it was damaged or not was unclear.

"This is easy. All vehicles, prepare to fire five more rounds simultaneously with the previous settings!"

After a moment.

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Both watched the multimedia screen as a round of shells landed, causing ripples in the shield.

Some areas even collapsed.

"Judging by this, it’s mostly just energy consumption. With your current attacks, it would take at least thirty or forty strikes."

"But that’s unnecessary. I suppose you’re wasting materials too."

Only thirty or forty strikes! That’s no waste if there’s enough inside—it’s worth it.

"You know nothing about my resources," Lin Mu shook his head.

"How many shells do you have left?"

"Eight."

"Twelve."

"…"

Most quantities were insufficient.

No problem—just produce more.

What happened next utterly shook Anna to her core.