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Dozens of people were in the Island Master's residence, so the Astra Militarum locked them up in separate rooms and interrogated them. It didn't take long before the Astra Militarum mapped out the general situation of this place.
"This is an island planet," Hudnall summarized from the interrogation and said, "The ocean covers the vast majority of the area, and on top of the ocean, there are many islands. Most of the people in this world live on the islands. The islands are of different sizes, and the one we are on now is the smallest kind among them. There are rulers in this world. The most powerful is the World Government, which is an alliance composed of many parties. However, the structure is rather loose."
"Under the World Government, there is a naval fleet distributed throughout the ocean, ruling this planet," Hudnall swept the crowd and said. "The leader of this sector is Modo. He is in charge of a large naval fleet and manages the surrounding waters!"
"Is this person a Supernatural?" Denis asked.
"Highly," Hudnall nodded.
At this time, a large group of the Astra Militarum had already arrived at the Island Master's residence. The first group of the Astra Militarum that came in through the passageway numbered 50,000, while the rest stayed near the passage.
The Astra Militarum occupied the Island Master Mansion, and on the periphery of the Island Master Mansion, the other buildings offered no resistance. Especially the only bay on this island, where only a few dozen people were guarding it. The Astra Militarum took it with little effort, but there was no great fanfare. Everything seemed very quiet.
"The people here don't know about Fleet Admiral Leif, but they know about Admiral Modo," Hudnall said. "We can't hide things for long. According to the results of the interrogation, the merchant ships outside come over every day to deliver products. Once they find out that something is wrong, they will report the situation to Modo."
"The major problem we are facing now is..." Hudnall said somewhat helplessly, "We have no ships."
All of them nodded. In this world, it would be difficult to travel without ships. The ships that the Astra Militarum had were not very advanced.
"So..." Hudnall scanned the individuals in the room—premier combatants.
A moment later, he said, "We intend to confront this Modo and also to gather information about Fleet Admiral Leif. Additionally, we need to seize the ships under Modo's command. According to what we have learned so far, he has at least one Commander-Class Battleship under his name, and it's fast!"
"What is Modo's strength? How large is his naval fleet, do you know?" Simon asked.
"We aren't sure yet," Fleming shook his head and said. "The people here are quite isolated, so they don't know this confidential info."
"If we don't know all this, what should we do?" Simon questioned.
'Know the enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles, you will never be in peril.' Everyone understood that, but time was not on their side. They had only three days left.
Inside the house, there was a moment of silence. Everyone knew this plan was too risky.
"But..." At this time, Elizabeth, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.
The gathering began, and immediately after that, a hint of joy flashed in their eyes.
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"This system is only able to deduce three times." Sebastian showed a somewhat helpless expression while looking at the situation of the Astra Militarum.
In the Advancement battle, Sebastian had used the deduction system. However, he didn't know why, but after three times of deduction, the system no longer responded.
Thinking about it, Sebastian could probably guess the reason; the system could deduce a maximum of three times after some time. He then used this guess to ask and received an affirmative answer.
"The number is limited, and it will increase by one after the upgrade?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly.
It was because of the previous outer planet conquest that Sebastian had hardly used the deduction system, and only at this time did he realize this. It turned out that the system could be upgraded.
"But three times is enough," Sebastian wasn't too worried.
The results of these three deductions were sent to Elizabeth. This was also the basis for why Elizabeth spoke with certainty.
[ ===== ]
"Since that's the case," after receiving Elizabeth's affirmation, Fleming spoke, "then let's plan properly how to deal with this Modo. The island that Modo is on is an hour's journey away from here, but with the speed of a Commander-Class Battleship, we can't possibly go on an active attack; luring him over here is the best way."
"Luring him?" Simon smiled and immediately said, "Doesn't the obese man here have a sister who is Modo's mistress? Can't we..."
Not a moment later, a detailed plan emerged and was quickly implemented.
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In a room in the Island Master's house.
The obese middle-aged man had been locked up alone in a room and was being watched. While covering his swollen face, his eyes moved. He was thinking of a way to escape.
After a while, the obese middle-aged man spoke up: "Hey, sir, I have a pet snail that I haven't fed water today. It will easily die if it doesn't drink water for a day. Can you let me feed it water?"
"Pet snail?" The Guardsman in charge said. "Where is it? I'll feed it for you."
"No, no," the obese middle-aged man immediately waved his hand. "This snail of mine is rather timid and only recognizes me as its master, so no one else will be able to feed it."
The Guardsman in charge thought for a moment and said, "Well then, where is your snail? I will carry it over to you."
"It's in the hall of the Island Master's residence. Thank you, sir," the obese middle-aged man said with a grateful face.
There was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
The Guardsman walked out of the house and spoke to another Guardsman. Moments later, a huge snail was brought in. It was the size of a large bowl, but like other snails, it crawled. Its personality was relatively docile. The most conspicuous aspect was the long head with two tentacles.
After seeing the big snail come in, the obese middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a trace of excitement. He immediately picked it up and began to gently pat it rhythmically.
Though he made it look like he was petting the big snail, the only thing the obese middle-aged man did not know was that whatever he did was noticed by Fleming and others, who were secretly watching him from outside the window.
"This snail is a Transponder Snail, a unique product of this world. It can send messages over long distances," Fleming explained to the others. "This guy should use a code to send a distress message to his sister."
After interrogating dozens of people from the Island Master's house, using the interrogation methods of the Astra Militarum, they mapped out almost every aspect of the obese middle-aged man, so the snail was impossible to miss.
After the obese middle-aged man finished soothing the big snail, he felt secretly pleased with himself.
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Not too far from the island, on a large island.
This island was the largest in the nearby sea. In the middle of the island was a castle. On the second floor of the castle, a beautiful blonde suddenly rushed into the dining room.
In the dining room, a stout middle-aged man in black was eating. Seeing the blonde beauty running in, he frowned slightly and asked coldly, "What's so urgent?"
"It's not good. They have captured my brother," the blonde beauty said, her face filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
"Your brother?" The stout middle-aged man frowned and asked, "What happened to him?"
"Just now, my brother sent me a coded message saying that the mansion has been taken over and he is now being held hostage," the blonde said quickly.
"What kind of person did that?" The stout middle-aged man stopped eating.
"I don't know," the blonde beauty shook her head and said. "My brother only dared to send me a code word without explaining further, so I guess the situation is dangerous."
"Oh," the corner of the stout middle-aged man's mouth curled up into a smile, but he said nothing and continued to eat, taking a big bite of steak.
"My lord," the blonde couldn't help but shout.
"There's no need to rush," the stout middle-aged man smiled gently and said. "They dare to kidnap people so close to me and allow your brother to send out a secret signal; aren't they luring me over there? I'll do what you want."
The method that Fleming and the others used to lure Modo over was not brilliant, but it took advantage of Modo's arrogance.
"Guard," the stout middle-aged man put down the steak in his hand, wiped his hands with a napkin, and then shouted.
"My lord," a Guard immediately ran in.
"Inform the Vice Admiral to prepare. We will go to the island today and clean up a bunch of self-important clowns," the stout middle-aged man smiled coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Babe, wait here." Modo pinched the blonde's cheeks before getting up and striding forward.
Not long after, at the jaws of this island, a fleet of battleships was ready. The number reached several dozen ships, and the most conspicuous among them was a huge ship hundreds of meters long.
It was a prestigious Commander-Class Battleship of the World Government. It was large, fast, and extremely powerful. It was also a symbol of the strength of an Admiral.
Modo donned his trademark black cloak, stepped onto the deck, and swept his gaze over his many men.
A Vice Admiral immediately approached and said, "Sir, since the enemy is on the island, should we inform the Navy Headquarters?"
"Notify the Navy Headquarters? Is there a need for that?" Modo laughed and said, "It's just some lowly pirates or a few local hotblooded teenagers. There's no need to do that. We are going to clean up. Go, set off!"
Dozens of warships moved forward simultaneously.
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Due to the interrogation, within less than an hour, the scouting team on a hill spotted the shadow of these warships. They immediately passed the news to the temporary base camp at the Island Master's residence.
"Modo is here," Fleming scanned the crowd and said. "Follow the plan."
Everyone led the way to the only port on this island.
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Modo's fleet approached in a mighty manner and stopped at this port. Without any preparations, Modo was the first to disembark. Other lieutenants, sailors, and so on followed. They approached the Island Master's house with big strides.
"There are 3,000 of them!" Fleming and the others, who were secretly observing, quickly assessed the number of Modo and the navy behind him.
As the distance closed in, Modo began to see the Guardsmen of the Astra Militarum on the stone fortress where the Island Master's house was situated. They held guns in their hands and aimed them at his group.
Looking at the strange weapons, Modo frowned slightly and said, "These... Where are these pirates from again?"
"Sir, my assistants can't tell either," the lieutenant beside him shook his head.
"Forget it. Regardless, go straight on. You have ten minutes to take the house," Modo barked an order.
"Yes," the Vice Admiral immediately led the order. With 1,000 sailors, they rushed quickly towards the stone fortress.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The guards on the fortress launched an attack, and bullets cut through the air, hitting the sailors.
These sailors were shocked. Before they could react, the bullets already struck some of them. After a miserable yell, they fell to the ground. Screams echoed, and as many as a hundred had already fallen.
The Vice Admiral and the others were terrified. What is going on?
Seeing this scene, Modo was also shocked. He did not expect this to happen. His men fell without even engaging the enemy; more than a hundred casualties? He sensed something was wrong.
Just as he was about to order the Vice Admiral and the others to retreat, he heard a rumbling sound. Looking back, he saw steel beasts driving out from both sides of the field, moving quickly between the trees. The sense of distress in Modo's mind deepened.
Suddenly, a rush of sounds came from all sides.