Chapter 879 Metal Guard

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The rain was still drizzling in the sky.

Earlaen's convoy entered the airport through the VIP corridor and stopped not far from the runway.

Earlaen, whose face was pale and weak, got out of the car and stood in the square, waiting silently.

An Atlas X-class expert respectfully stood at the side, holding an umbrella for Earlaen. The scene was silent and solemn.

Gaztu stood beside Earlaen without saying a word. He just looked up at the patter of rain in the sky and the gradually descending and growing aircraft in the sky at the end of his line of sight.

Instead of waiting at the airport gate, they directly arrived at the airport square in the rain. When the plane landed, the Comorians could immediately see Gaztu and Earlaen. This kind of behavior could be said to be giving Comoria enough face.

Now that the situation in the United States was complicated and confusing, Earlaen's method was undoubtedly to send a signal to the Comorian clan. That was, when the situation was not clear, regardless of the purpose of the two clans entering the United States, they might as well cooperate closely and temporarily unite with each other.

The Comorians were well aware of the changes happening in the United States, and they definitely understood the meaning behind Earlaen 's gesture. They had no reason to refuse.

In mid-air, the sound of the plane's engine landing became even more ear-piercing.

A small white dot grew bigger and bigger. The rain from the huge fuselage suddenly sped up. The X-class expert who was holding Earlaen's umbrella tilted his hand slightly. The rain immediately hit Earlaen's face, causing him to narrow his eyes and raise his hand to cover it.

Gaztu, who had witnessed this scene with his own eyes, snorted. His eyes were a little cold. He was not dissatisfied with the actions of his own experts, but purely uncomfortable in his heart.

Atlas and Comoria had parted ways for over a hundred years. There was little private communication between the two clans, but Atlas had always dominated every meeting.

In terms of strength and foundation, Atlas was superior to Comoria. But now, they had come to the airport to personally welcome some of their defeated generals in the rain. No wonder Gaztu felt uncomfortable.

"If you can't adjust your state of mind, then go back!"

Earlaen didn't even look at his son. He just stared at the increasingly clear and large plane in the air, his tone calm.

Cato's heart trembled as he took a deep breath and said no more.

Apart from Earlaen and Gaztu, there were also three X-class experts from Atlas who came to greet Comoria this time. Their lineup was very exquisite. With so many people, Comoria could not help but feel that Atlas was on guard against them, affecting the cooperation between the two sides. Not to mention, the people from Comoria would probably see the Atlas Clan clearly.

The lack of people and the lack of solemnity made Atlas's sincerity hard to see. This was obviously not good for the upcoming cooperation between the two sides.

Two World-shaking Sovereigns and three X-class experts, this lineup was just right.

As for Atlas' Paladin Adolf, Although he had already woken up, his injuries were too severe. Moreover, during the battle at St. Mary's Hospital, according to Lin Xuanyuan, Adolf's subtle stance was extremely worrying. Under such circumstances, Atlas would inevitably have reservations when he used genetic medicine on Adolf.

Atlas, on the other hand, was unfriendly, Adolf's attitude wasn't necessarily that good, The first thing he woke up to was to see Earlaen and Cato, Especially after seeing the coldness and mockery in Gaztu's eyes, Adolf seemed to have understood his situation. Instead of explaining anything to Earlaen, On the contrary, there was a sense of hopelessness, The greetings to Earlaen were neither cold nor warm, The hostility towards Cato became even more evident, This attitude of his, No matter how magnanimous Earlaen was, he couldn't treat him as one of his own, so he became even more stingy with his medication, Adolf had been awake for almost a week, But Atlas had given him drugs to keep his body alive, He didn't get any healing medication, The American hospital was treating Adolf with the best medicine, After all, regardless of his position, This was still a super combat strength, so besides the medicine, the genetic medicine from the United States was also being supplied to Adolf. However, these things were far inferior to the medicine from Atlas. Adolf's injuries were so severe that after nearly a week, Adolf could barely get out of bed.

His current stance and body didn't have the slightest bit of space for him to take action, so Earlaen naturally wouldn't bring him here.

Gaztu was also clear that his father wasn't too impressed by his proposal to hand Adolf over to Comoria. However, he wasn't sure what he was planning. Now that the plane had landed, questions about Adolf had subconsciously appeared in his mind. He felt a little annoyed and his expression was a little off.

According to their intelligence, there was only one World-shaking Grade Sovereign in the current Comorian Clan. Furthermore, he was a gigantic figure in the ranks of Sovereigns. According to Earlaen 's evaluation, he was no weaker than Lin Xuanyuan's super expert and was even stronger than Adolf.

If Adolf joined Comoria, it would be a tremendous boost to Comoria's strength. This way, Atlas and Comoria would have two World-shaking Sovereigns.

However, Atlas was still a bit stronger. After all, even though Catu was much weaker than Adolf, the deterrence of an invincible figure was not something that a tycoon could compare to. In his heart, if Adolf could be used to obtain enough benefits, then Atlas might not necessarily be at a disadvantage in this deal.

The plane finally landed.

It wasn't a long taxi ride, and the fuselage was quite stable. The cabin door was aimed at Atlas's group.

Cato subconsciously turned his head.

In his line of sight, Earlaen's expression was still calm and indifferent. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Go pick it up."

Earlaen took the initiative to interrupt Cato's contemplation. He said this and walked towards the plane first.

Gaztu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously followed.

Inside the cabin, strong and valiant figures walked out one after another and quickly stood in a row on the plaza.

And then the second row.

Third row.

Everyone's height and physique were roughly the same, and their expressions were the same. Their faces were expressionless, their eyes cold, and filled with cold rain. Along with their arrival, it seemed as if they had instantly entered a cold winter.

Fifty people.

Eighty people.

A hundred people.

One hundred and fifteen.

One hundred and eighteen!

Gaztu silently counted the number of people, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This was a special plane chartered by Comoria. All of them were Comorian warriors. Originally, Comoria had chartered a special plane according to Catu's expectations. Although there weren't too few people coming, there weren't too many.

At most, there were about a hundred of them.

After all, the current situation in the United States was chaotic. Under such circumstances, Comoria should have some reservations about accepting Atlas's invitation to go to the United States. He would not send too many backbone forces.

But now he realized that he was wrong.

And ridiculously wrong.

The one hundred and eighty people in front of them were sending a message to everyone in terms of their expressions and auras.

These are elites.

Moreover, he was an absolute elite!

According to the most conservative estimate, these people were at least SS + super elite.

Cato suddenly felt as if something had changed.

This kind of lineup, coupled with Comoria's Sovereign Giant Patriarch, could it really be said to be tentative in entering the United States?

Had Comoria decided to risk everything to take root and sprout in the United States?

Or was it purely for the sake of giving Atlas a blow?

Or...

Was it because Comoria's hidden strength had surpassed Atlas's over the years?

When he thought of this thought, Cato's heart couldn't help but beat a few times, and his expression became even uglier.

"Hahahaha, old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

A hearty and heroic laugh sounded from the cabin door, interrupting Cato's wild imagination.

Cato took a deep breath and forced his expression to return to normal. He raised his head and looked at the cabin door.

At the cabin door, an extremely eye-catching fatty was walking towards the cabin door, surrounded by several burly figures, grinning loudly.

He was extremely short. At best, he was less than 1.6 meters tall. This made him look like a dwarf amongst the strong Caucasians. However, in inverse proportion to his height, it was his weight. He was less than 1.6 meters tall, but he weighed at least 200 jin. His entire body gave off a comical but heavy feeling as he walked.

His appearance was extremely fierce, even ugly. However, his eyes, which had been squeezed by the fat meat, were extremely clear and cold. However, this detail was rarely noticed. In the eyes of all those who did not know him, he was only a short, fat, ugly fatty, and even slightly disgusting to the point of being ugly.

However, Cato was not disgusted. He only had fear in his heart.

The reason for that was because this fatty, who didn't seem to have any merits, had an identity that anyone in the Dark World could face squarely.

The chief of the Comorian tribe, Romdoc Comoria.

A super expert who seemed to exude a cruel element from his bones and blood.

Gaztu followed Earlaen a few steps forward and carefully sized up the guards beside the Roma Doc Patriarch. The corner of his eyes twitched again.

Five X-class experts!

X class.

Even in Atlas, the number of people was extremely limited. They were truly high-end, and could even be said to be at the peak of combat strength.

Gaztu had a rough idea of how many X-class masters there were in Comoria. However, of the five X-class masters that had appeared beside Romdock, only two were known to Gaztu. Moreover, according to the information, the two of them were already Quasi-World-shaking Sovereigns a few years ago. Gaztu would not be surprised if the two of them made any breakthroughs in the past few years.

The other three people, however, were unknown to Gaztu.

In other words, the other three were beyond Atlas' intelligence.

Gaztu wanted to laugh when he saw the 180 expressionless cold warriors in front of him, but he couldn't.

Earlaen could clearly see the subtleties in it. His smile was still the same, but his gaze was much more solemn.

He strode forward, bent down slightly and gave Romdock a big hug. He smiled and said, "It's been a long time, old friend. I remember that the last time we met was ten years ago. Oh, you weren't so fat at that time."

"If I don't bring someone like you, I'll sneer at my old friend the moment I meet him."

Romdock smiled helplessly and pointed to the surroundings. "Look, I heard that you need help. I directly drew out the vast majority of Comoria's strength to help you. There are more than 180 metal guards. This shows my sincerity."

Metal Guards!

The most mysterious and powerful superforce of the Comorian race, There was no lack of X-class experts among them, According to Atlas, All of Comoria, There were only about 600 qualified metal guards, However, apart from the great calamity of the Comorian extermination, not all 600 metal guards would be deployed. More than half of them were on a secret mission all year round. This time, they were able to bring 180 people to the United States. This was the greatest move the Comorian clan had made in recent decades.

"Of course, thank you very much."

Earlaen smiled and patted Romdock on the shoulder. His eyes inadvertently swept across the surrounding metal guards. His eyes subconsciously contracted. He then smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll talk in the car. Mr. President is waiting for you. He has been waiting for you for a long time."