Starting from the Planetary Governor

After issuing numerous orders, Gu Hang focused all his attention on the problem at hand.

Abandoning Revival City and giving up the hard-won accomplishments of so long was a last resort.

Although he had made this decision and instructed his subordinates to start executing it, he was still striving to save the city until the last moment.

He wasn’t just standing there like a fool, all determination and no method.

In fact, with Spiritual Vision working at full strength, Gu Hang was gathering every bit of Spiritual Energy flow information he could and analyzing it in his mind.

Gradually, Gu Hang observed something.

He had an idea.

After two rounds of mortars blasted the reassembling body of the Primal Fury Owl into pieces again, Gu Hang issued an order.

“Speed up the pace, bomb it at the first sign of reshaping.”

In the midst of the storm, it was difficult to relay orders, but this obstacle was nothing to Gu Hang. His voice, powered by Spiritual Energy, rang clear and accurate in the ears of every mortar team soldier.

The warriors in the rain carried out Mr. Gu’s command.

The reason this wasn’t done before was due to the consideration of the ammunition stock. No one knew how long this would have to continue, and every fired mortar round was one less in the supply. After all, the monster needed time to reconstitute its body. It would have almost the same effect to bomb it again once it had regenerated to a certain extent, preventing it from fully reforming while significantly conserving ammunition.

But now that Mr. Gu had given an order, they would follow it.

Meanwhile, Gu Hang observed the flow of Spiritual Energy during the first reconstitution, after the Primal Fury Owl’s incarnation was thoroughly shattered by the bombings, more frequently and more times than before.

Finally, during this process, he solidified an idea.

“Stop,” he commanded again.

The soldiers obeyed and halted.

Gu Hang walked forward, his eyes shining as he carefully observed and stood at a spot based on the information he had analyzed previously.

This was a crater.

After being bombarded back and forth multiple times by heavy artillery and mortars, the area where the avatar of the Primal Fury Owl could resurrect wasn’t very large, so finding a good spot was somewhat challenging.

Gu Hang waved his hand, and Spiritual Energy gently seeped forward. Under his will, the released Spiritual Energy bore a hint of blue, tinting a small area ahead in color.

A moment later, when Gu Hang stopped pouring in energy, his blue Spiritual Energy was quickly washed away by the wind and rain, except for an oval-shaped Spiritual Energy core, about twenty centimeters in diameter, floating in mid-air.

As he said this, he reached out again. His Spiritual Energy, controlled through Telekinesis, tried to influence this insubstantial, oval-shaped sphere that could only be marked by staining it with Spiritual Energy, but it remained completely still.

“Telekinesis is ineffective, which probably verifies my theory,” he concluded.

Then, he attempted to influence it by means of mental manipulation and soul cutting.

“Mental manipulation is ineffective; it must not be a life form, or it has no cognitive abilities. Soul cutting has some effect, but it’s not significant. I can’t sever the ritual core’s residual influence on its surroundings after completion. This thing is less of a sphere and more of a hole opened in the real world.”

As Georgette listened, she moved forward.

Seeing the Battle Nun reach out her hand, as if to touch it, Gu Hang considered speaking up to stop her.

But then, noting the golden glow on her hand, he swallowed his words of caution.

A Battle Nun blessed by The Emperor might possess some special means. Although the lady was rather rash in her actions, her vast experience meant that if she dared to touch it, it was unlikely to be in vain.

Then Gu Hang watched as she made contact with the dyed void.

The moment after she touched it, as if having endured a tremendous force, she was repelled. She stumbled several steps backward before regaining her balance.

She reached up to remove her helmet, during which Gu Hang observed her hands shaking violently.

Once the helmet was off, everyone saw blood gushing from her nose. Her white short hair quickly got drenched by the rain, mixing with the blood, which smeared all over, making her look very bedraggled.

I thought you wouldn’t do it for nothing, but you actually did?

Fortunately, it wasn’t anything serious.

She wiped her face with her hand, realized it was futile, and then turned to the others and said, “I think I’ve found a solution.”

“What is it?” Gu Hang asked immediately.

“Challenge it, then defeat it,” Georgette gave an answer that was a bit perplexing but swiftly explained, “As Mr. Gu said, this is a void that connects to a mad and powerful entity. That must be the Primal Fury Owl worshipped by the Cultists. Regardless of its origins, it has likely become a fearsome Spiritual Energy creature by now. I just faced it directly, and it’s beyond my capability.”

Georgette candidly admitted her lack of strength.

Even just a fleeting glimpse at a spiritual level had subjected her to a massive impact, causing severe mental strain.

Of course, if they had met in the real world, it wouldn’t have been quite as dire. Engaging in unprotected Spiritual Vision is inherently high risk.

But she was already quite admirable. Even for a Battle Nun, directly confronting a deified and potentially insane Spiritual Energy creature in the mental realm and only suffering a nosebleed was quite remarkable; she came out relatively unscathed.

Although she was reckless, she clearly had the wherewithal to be so.

Georgette continued with the valuable information she’d just obtained:

“Its power, through this void, is projected into the real world. We need to defeat it to close the portal, to prevent the resurrection of the Fury Owl incarnation, and to stop this storm.”

“And we may need to do this eight times. Every wind farm, besides this one, needs to be shut down.”