Just call me Thor

Listening to Elena, it seems the Mysterious Mine is more valuable than imagined?

Mike feigned interest in the topic and asked, "What kind of ore is considered high-quality?"

"In the Tower of Truth tier assessment, ores graded B and above are considered high-quality."

Elena was very accommodating, answering each question carefully without discriminating against them for their lower talents.

After all, the [DDF] combination on this Battle Vehicle had already become quite famous before even reaching the training summer camp. The trio had inadvertently become celebrities!

"Thank you, senior."

Mike suppressed the urge to ask more, storing this information in his mind to inquire later at Wolf's Den with Maxen Stoneheart.

B-grade ores are considered high-quality. If Mike remembered correctly, the worst ores in his two Mysterious Mines were B-grade?!

That meant the 75 million tons of ore Mike possessed were far more valuable than he had anticipated!

During their casual conversation, the armored vehicle sped up, taking a route not shown on any map.

"Buzz—"

The vehicle suddenly shook. Elena pulled out a tablet and rapidly tapped on it, displaying various data about the Battle Vehicle.

"Senior, what happened?"

"Nothing serious, we were just hit by a rocket, minor damage to the shell. I've dispatched a team of nanobots for repairs. Locking onto the enemy's position now, deploying X-type drones, bombing the target..."

"Done!"

Elena put away the tablet, having casually eliminated a squad of demon cult followers. She turned to a stunned Cain, "Where were we?"

Cain: ...

...

Elemental High School, summer camp convoy.

Like Magic High School, Florida Elemental High School's summer camp students were also escorted at the highest level. They were fully prepared to prevent any mishaps. It would be a huge joke if these talented seeds were assassinated by demon cult followers en route.

"Instructor Michael, hurry up and get on, we're about to leave!"

Not far from the armored vehicle convoy, a black-haired young teacher walked over unhurriedly, exuding calm.

"Coming, coming."

Michael boarded the armored vehicle, and the door was welded shut from the outside. Someone briefed him on the situation.

"The third and sixth demon cult ambush?"

Looking at the intelligence in his hands, Instructor Michael gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "These demon cult followers, they all deserve to die!"

"They should have their souls split and purified, their bodies ground into dust, leaving nothing behind! Best to have his son, who also joined the demon cult, struck by lightning right in front of him."

Instructor Michael still felt unsatisfied after speaking, adding, "Those who join the demon god, all of them are rats!"

These words, when spoken, resonated deeply with Michael, as if he had personally experienced it. Anyone could hear the immense hatred Michael had for demon cult followers from his words.

"Man, your words are a bit extreme, there are students here."

Another instructor lowered his voice, changing the topic slightly, "But I think you're right, those demon cult followers, they all deserve to die!"

This instructor knew the 'backstory'.

Just a few days ago, bad news had arrived. Michael's parents had been assassinated by demon cult followers on their way back from the Abyssal Plane. Such hatred could drive anyone mad.

Michael's deep-seated hatred for demon cult followers was understandable, and his shocking words were just seen as a way to vent.

Michael nodded in agreement, "After this summer camp training, I plan to quit my job and apply to go to the Abyssal Plane to fight the enemy!"

"Dude, haven't you looked at the training content?"

The other instructor asked in surprise, "Starting from the second week, there's already a scheduled skirmish on the Abyssal Plane. Do you want me to sign you up to lead the team?"

"That's right, sign me up!"

Michael's words were filled with uncontrollable excitement, "I can't wait to head to the Abyssal Plane!"

In an unnoticed corner, Michael's lips curled into a smug smile. The Goddess of Luck really hadn't let him down this time!

Meanwhile, Magic High School, City Defense Battle Vehicle.

"Everyone, have something to eat, we'll arrive at our destination in about an hour."

Elena handed out four portions of wartime emergency rations to everyone. After tearing open the seal, a delicious aroma instantly filled the vehicle, incredibly tempting.

"Smells good!"

Cain's eyes lit up; his secondary class was culinary. His plan was that even if he couldn't become a Battle Soldier, he would still have a skill to fall back on.

"These foods are all derived from various seeds from the Tower of Truth, then carefully cultivated in the lab."

Elena held up a bag, "What you're holding is the regular version, not much different from ordinary food. If it were the special rations made for Battle Soldiers, eating it would allow you to go without food for three days and even enhance wound healing!"

"Wow, is it really that magical?"

As they chatted, Mike tilted his head to look outside, his view blocked by the iron plate. Throughout the journey, Mike had maintained this posture, rarely interjecting.

With the [Visual enhancement mode], Mike could clearly see the outside world. His expression was blank as he thought, "We've encountered several attacks along the way, all handled by the Battle Vehicle..."

"Strange, wasn't there supposed to be a Battle Chief ambush? Where could they be?"

Mike had been searching for the ambushing Battle Chief. Since the city defense department and others had received intelligence, it couldn't be baseless.

Moreover, once these talents entered the training summer camp, the defense there would be much stronger than that of the Battle Vehicle. It was said that even a Battle Lord was present!

The longer they delayed, the smaller the chance of a successful sneak attack. If they wanted to ambush this batch of talents, this was the demon cult followers' only chance!

"Really patient, aren't they?"

Just as Mike was about to look away, a note popped up in his vision.

[217 miles southeast of the forward direction, two Battle Chiefs are waiting for death]

[Choose a clearance plan: A, Thunderclap Strike, B, Shadow Nine, C, Blaze Morrow...]

Here it comes!

Contrary to Mike's expectations, the ambush wasn't by one Battle Chief, but two!

"They really think highly of us."

Mike calculated in his mind; if two Battle Chiefs appeared and attacked the convoy with full force, they only needed to focus on one or two Battle Vehicles to inflict severe damage. After a successful strike, the Battle Chiefs could easily withdraw and blend back into the crowd.

"We need to strike first."

Mike prepared to call for backup.

Act on his own? That was out of the question now, as it would risk exposing his identity. Ordinary Battle Chiefs often had life-saving measures, making them difficult to kill directly.

"Blaze came along too?"

Mike thought for a moment and decided against calling Blaze Morrow. For one, it wasn't easy to contact him. Secondly, given Blaze Morrow's mental state, if he rushed into a fight against two and got counter-killed, that would be embarrassing!

After much consideration, Mike could only contact one person—Shadow Nine.

Mike took out his phone and typed a message on the screen.

"There's a Battle Chief ambush."

Shadow Nine's voice rang in Mike's ear, "I can't make a move."

According to the internal rules of Guardian Shadow, Shadow Nine couldn't intervene against a Battle Chief-level enemy unless it posed a lethal threat to him.

Mike deleted the text and re-entered.

Mike: "What if it's Terenas Bloodscribe?"

Shadow Nine: "The rules of Guardian Shadow are the rules."

This old man, why so rigid! Bring out that shameless attitude of yours!

Mike thought for a moment and typed another line.

"I have information from the 100th grid's message board."

Shadow Nine: ...

"It contains some embarrassing past on that big shot."

Mike was going all in; if this couldn't persuade Shadow Nine, then he'd have to find another way to contact someone.

That person, even though Mike hadn't named him, Shadow Nine knew who it was.

Supreme being [Morpheus]!

"Terenas Bloodscribe is too evil, he might disguise himself as a Battle Chief to strike. To ensure absolute safety, I must personally investigate!" Shadow Nine spoke righteously, "Lend me the Forbidden Spell Scroll."

Mike nodded slightly, the Forbidden Spell Scroll was pulled from his embrace, and the shadow under his feet twisted slightly.