Otaku Witch-Chapter 649 - 466. Murderous Intent_2

In these past few months, the mechanical factory seemed to be producing various daily necessities, but deep within the production line, there was a small special line where the Homebody Witch was secretly manufacturing her own Mechanical Puppet Army.

Although the combat power of these Mechanical Puppets wasn't strong—barely at the level of the Terminators Dorothy saw in the movies in her past life—they were quite troublesome for Mortals. However, to use them to contend with the Church's Transcendent army was out of the question.

But combine a Puppet sea with the military strategies of the Eight Trigrams Formation, and one plus one would be far greater than two. At the very least, they would be qualified to engage with the Church's army.

And this Mechanical Puppet Army had long been secretly buried by Dorothy all around, waiting for the moment the Church's army approached their doorstep.

Heh, you thought you were besieging me, but in fact, you've been surrounded by me.

As the earth quaked and the mountains shook, several steel bases burst forth from the ground. As the doors of the bases opened, various types of Mechanical Puppets swarmed out, covering the sky and the earth.

At first, these Mechanical Puppets retained humanoid forms. Since they were mass-produced models, Dorothy was too lazy to design new faces and simply used her father Adam's handsome face. Therefore, at a glance, it appeared to be countless Adams wearing Priest's Garbs forming phalanxes.

But their humanoid shape was just to maximize the storage space of the bases. Once these mechanical priests emerged from storage, they quickly assumed their battle stances. Their metal parts whirred as they transformed, much like the Transformers; some even flipped over like Kup, head down and feet up, before a brand new head equipped with a gun barrel emerged from their crotch.

Self-propelled artillery, swarm drones, armored tanks, ground patrol vehicles, log transporters...

All sorts of sci-fi-style war machines took their places. The countless long and short guns were already aiming at the Church's army, which stood there dumbfounded.

But Dorothy didn't give this group from the Church's army a chance to recover. She had already said all she needed to say, and now it was time for her cannons to roar, with the rest to be discussed after the bombardment.

Thus, once the Mechanical Army took their positions, a cacophony of cannon fire began to sound incessantly.

....

"The Eight Trigrams Formation? How is this possible?"

On the Church's side, Miss Seraph at this moment staring at the vast Taiji Bagua Chart overhead, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She was all too familiar with this artifact; after all, not long ago she had been vanquished by the same device.

But it shouldn't be; it was unreasonable. Her idol, that Second-Generation War God, Guigu Zhuge, was clearly the Grand Inquisitor of the Judgment Court. How could such an esteemed Grand Inquisitor participate in this Witch's Night, an event limited to the younger generation?

Could it be the disciple of her idol?

Well, that made sense. It was common for the legacy of a great figure to be carried on by descendants or disciples. But weren't the Witches' memories sealed? How could the opponent still remember the Eight Trigrams Formation?

At that moment, numerous question marks popped up in Michael's mind.

Anyway, she was very curious.

As for being surrounded by that Mechanical Army, she did not really care much about it. After all, no one would seriously believe that a bunch of stiff metal clunks could defeat angels.

While she admitted that her idol's Eight Trigrams Formation was indeed formidable, even the most powerful military strategy required a strong army to execute it properly. When leading troops in battle, the strength of the army was fundamental; military tactics were just supplementary. And when the disparity between two armies was too great, no tactic would suffice.

After all, no matter how well-orchestrated an ant's strategy might be, it still couldn't bite an elephant to death. There was no breaking through the defense, let alone achieving a victory.

But...

While she remained somewhat careless and overconfident, the team leader, Lady Sophia, had already become serious and was issuing military commands in an orderly fashion.

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As a result, the initially panicked Church's army quickly began to form a stable and solid defensive formation.

Soon, the first wave of bombardments ended, and as the dust settled, what was revealed was the almost completely unharmed Church's army.

As for this, Michael was unsurprised; everything was as she had expected. These Mechanical Puppets might look scary, but they were just Mortals' playthings,

She arrogantly thought to herself. As a naturally born God of War, she had the ability to see through the actual combat power of both armies at a glance. No matter how mighty the Mechanical Army seemed, they couldn't deceive her eyes. She could see right through these paper tigers.

Hmph, they were just toys with a combat power of less than 5.

Miss Seraph was thinking this in her heart.

Then...

Suddenly she spat out a mouthful of blood and felt a bout of heart-wrenching pain.

What the devil?

Michael's expression changed drastically, but she quickly identified the problem. A flash of Holy Light surrounded her, isolating the gun smoke.

Damn it, these witches have no sense of honor—the artillery fire was just a feint, the real killer move was this smoke—it's poisoned.

You know, she was an Angel's Body, appearing humanoid, but in essence, she was a belief entity similar to an Elemental Creature. Angel's Body was immune to most toxins, but she had just been poisoned?

But if even she had been poisoned, then the others...

The thought made Michael panic. She hastily looked around and to her astonishment, found the Church's army unscathed; they had isolated themselves from the gun smoke with Holy Light well in advance.

And such a military order was obviously given by Lady Sophia.

At that thought, Miss Seraph hurriedly looked towards the Pure White Angel in front of her, but saw that this leader was expressionlessly looking back at her.

"I recall that my military orders were announced to everyone. Michael, why did you not comply?"

Sophia looked at the Seraph with calm eyes, speaking in an even tone.

But it was this attitude that made Michael feel somewhat frightened. She regretted and was annoyed with herself, bowing her head, not daring to say more.

She had indeed received Lady Sophia's command, which also stated that they should defend with all their might and not allow anything, not even the smoke, to come near them.

But the Seraph's pride led her to disregard such military orders. She just felt that perhaps Lady Sophia was making too much of a little thing—after all, what need was there for such high defenses against toys with a combat power below 5?

And now it seemed...

She laughed at Lady Sophia for making a mountain out of a molehill, while Lady Sophia laughed at her for not understanding witches.

This...

Miss Seraph, feeling humiliated, was very irritated. She was annoyed with her own loss of composure, hated her own pride, but was also grateful. It was fortunate that the leader of the troops this time was not her, but Lady Sophia, the God of War of Fate Revelation. Otherwise, this sortie would have turned into a joke. Just now, with that wave of deadly toxin, the Church's army might have been wiped out.

But is this what Fate Revelation is all about? Players who had battled this powerhouse always said her team was impregnable, without any weakness, as if facing the grandeur of Heaven's might, unavoidable, forcing one to take the hard hits, except you really couldn't beat her.

You would use all kinds of tactics, but then realize that the opponent seemed to have seen through everything you had, solving any problem you could pose.

So, did you anticipate the witches would resort to poisoning this time, Lady Sophia?

"I will warn you only once, Michael. If there is a next time, you need not participate in this trial again,"

The Pure White Angel's warning was just as flat, showing no anger, but the assertiveness in her words already startled Miss Seraph inside.

"Thank you for your mercy, Lady Sophia. There will not be a next time."

Michael quickly bowed her head, sincerely agreeing.

Damn, is this the terror of the God of War Bureau?

Although she was famously skilled on the Magic Network's strategic forums, now she seemed fit only to be cannon fodder, which was truly frightening.

Forget it, a noob like me better stop trying to show off. I'll just follow the lead of the powerhouse for now.

...Miss Seraph trembling...