Chapter 103: Battle at the Power Station
As the Star Warriors began their assault, two transport helicopters, carrying a total of nine Battle Nuns and Gu Hang himself, arrived above the target location.
At the target location stood six windmills.
After Gretel and her team gathered intel and identified a probable hiding spot for the cult leader, Gu Hang urgently had someone investigate the area, discovering, to his surprise, that it was a small wind farm.
Within Revival City’s jurisdiction, there were eight such wind farms.
Since last year, the Alliance Council had approved the construction of these power stations.
A northern company called ‘Polar Industries Group’ had won the bid and started building them.
According to the projected timeline, these eight wind farms, located in various parts of the city, should have been completed recently.
The entire process of approval and construction showed no issues on paper. However, Gu Hang sensed something suspicious.
Did Revival City need wind power? Wouldn’t it be more stable and efficient to use hot ash stone to build thermal power plants instead?
Did they really need the less economical, less practical, and unstable option of wind power?
And please, environmental concerns or clean energy weren’t a concern here. Not on Fury Owl Planet, a wasteland, nor on the majority of planets across the Empire.
Even if abundant wind resources could explain the choice, why build eight separate stations? Why not build a single large facility in an especially windy area?
These eight wind farms were spread roughly across eight locations surrounding Revival City, enclosing the city and its outskirts, and Gu Hang felt a growing unease.
He then noticed the names on the approval documents.
Norris, Mondok, and Wohan.
These three former Alliance Council members were people for whom Gu Hang had clear evidence linking them to the cult.
And as he thought further, he recalled what the Original Owl Sect’s magic was known for.
Storms.
With these factors combined, Gu Hang felt a chill.
He wanted to dismiss it as paranoia, seeing as he had no concrete evidence of any threat.
But as long as he retained any sense of reasoning, he couldn’t ignore the strong connections between these clues.
Regardless, the priority was to secure this area and capture the cult leader.
The strong winds that had started with the cultists’ attacks on the grain supply route were now intensifying. Rain had even started falling.
The transport helicopters wobbled in the turbulence, unsteady in the harsh weather.
Gu Hang gripped the edge of the helicopter, looking down below. His bright blue eyes indicated that he had fully activated his Psionic Vision.
In his view, the wind farm was radiating a clear, even flaunting, energy wave under the storm.
It seemed like a challenge: We’re ready. You’re too late.
Gu Hang’s expression was grim.
He looked outward and saw four imposing figures stepping into the wind farm.
In the center of the six windmills stood one surrounded by buildings.
From a functional perspective, Gu Hang wasn’t sure why they had designed the wind generator to resemble a windmill tower, but it seemed that their most important enemy was there.
The Star Warriors arrived at the front door of the windmill tower, where one of them kicked the door open and entered.
Shortly after, the booming sound of bolter guns rang out, audible even through the rain, height, and helicopter rotor noise.
Enemies entrenched inside the windmill tower were swiftly being taken down. The Star Warriors’ assault was merciless and fierce.
Gretel’s nuns had also completed their descent. Unlike how Gu Hang imagined it, the nuns dropped the ropes from the helicopter without it even reaching a safe descent height.
Holding the ropes, they slid halfway down before swinging off and letting go, each crashing through the windmill tower’s windows.
The blast of bolter gunfire echoed from inside as well, likely with the whir of blades cleaving storm shields and flesh, though Gu Hang couldn’t hear those.
“Governor, we might need to return early; the wind and rain are worsening,” called the pilot from the front.
Gu Hang replied, “You all go back.”
With that, he jumped out.
Seeing the Governor’s body freefalling mid-air, the pilot’s eyes widened in shock.
But it was over quickly: Gu Hang’s fall slowed visibly until he was floating midair, then gliding toward the spot where the Battle Nuns had crashed through the window.
His golden robe billowed in the strong wind, yet not a drop of rain touched him.
“They’re all a bunch of strange people…” the pilot muttered as he pulled the helicopter up and headed toward the inner city.
The rain fell harder, which made him anxious.
Revival City often had strong winds, but rain was rare. And it wasn’t the season for storms.
Strong winds and heavy rain weren’t good omens.
Had the Fury Owl God grown angry?
The pilot’s body trembled a bit as he hurried back.
…
By the time Gu Hang entered through the broken window, the battle was nearly over.
Several cultists were entrenched here. Although there weren’t many of them, each was formidable. Three of them wore gray-white robes.
Based on his encounters with members of the Original Owl Sect, Gu Hang could roughly distinguish their rank.
Anyone who could wield storm magic was undoubtedly a core member. Those in blue robes were ordinary members, while the gray-white robed ones, whom Gu Hang had seen a few of, were a step above, about on par with his own strength at LV2.
Among these, Gu Hang had encountered two distinct ones: the robed assassin who had ambushed him previously, and the heavy-set woman he’d seen at Norris’s factory. Both had comparable strength to his LV3 state.
But right now, the three ordinary gray-robed ones couldn’t cause much trouble.
The blue-robed cultists were caught in a pincer, with the nuns smashing them from one side while the Star Warriors advanced up the stairs from below.
The three gray-robed ones cast powerful spells to harm the nuns, but to no avail. Their spells were countered easily, weakened in power, and unable to pierce the Battle Nuns’ power armor.
Once again, Gretel dealt the final blow.
Her holy golden halberd, a supernatural weapon, seemed to carry an anti-magic property.
As a psyker, Gu Hang instinctively felt a sense of danger from it.
Visibly, too, Gu Hang saw Gretel raise her golden halberd high in front of the three gray-robed cultists, slicing through their storm shields as though through butter, cleaving the bodies within.
The other two tried to counter with spells, but to little effect. With two more slashes, Gretel decimated them all.
The devastation wrought by the golden halberd was terrifying, leaving smooth cuts and cleanly severed bodies, making the scene incredibly gory.
Watching, Gu Hang inwardly grumbled, “Eugh… does this Sister Superior have a special kink? Why does she make things look like this every time?”