Xyrin Empire-Chapter 236 - The Most Disgusting Enemy
Chapter 236: Chapter 236: The Most Disgusting Enemy
Chapter 236: Chapter 236: The Most Disgusting Enemy
The enemy delayed us for three days, which definitely involved some conspiracy, for no one would be foolish enough to feed tens of thousands of soldiers into the Xyrin Spaceship’s cannon pits just to establish a rapport with us. However, with Lin Xue’s prediction ability experiencing unprecedented disturbances, we had no way of knowing what was happening in Dark City, which had become the enemy’s stronghold.
Of course, this revealed one piece of information to us — the enemy had prepared a huge surprise for us in Dark City, or they wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to envelop the entire city in a barrier to disrupt Lin Xue’s spying. You know, the energy required to make an entire city disappear from the eyes of a prophet is a terrifying concept. It would not be much easier than using the power of magic to directly teleport Sargeras from an alien planet. This meant, perhaps, that what we were about to confront was a situation even worse than the Fallen Titan himself descending upon us.
Of course, these were not my immediate concerns. What will come will come, and breaking my head over it wouldn’t make the Fallen Apostle’s commander come out personally to clarify our doubts. Right now, what we needed to consider was: how to annihilate the thousands of… monsters ahead.
I could only describe those enemies confronting me from a distance as monsters. They appeared to have once been something like demons — bat wings, curved horns, and backward hooves, these characteristics were unique to demons. However, these demons had clearly undergone significant transformations, so much so that I briefly wondered if they should still be classified as living organisms. Their bodies were patched with numerous mechanical parts, silver-gray alloy armor seemed to grow out of their bones, covering the monsters’ vital parts. One of their eyes had been removed by crude surgery, replaced by a probe terminal flashing an eerie red light. Reflecting a metallic texture, energy pipelines extended from their bodies and were crudely connected to their semi-mechanized limbs. These transformed demons were covered with gaping surgical wounds, the shimmering metallic components harshly interfaced with biological tissue, and oddly, no blood flowed out near these massive wounds — as though the demons had bled dry, which was impossible. For in their chests, where their skin should have been, there was now a trapezoidal transparent shield covering it; through this clear protective layer, I could distinctly see their slowly pulsating internal organs tangled with mechanical tissues and the dark green blood flowing slowly between them.
This was utterly nauseating.
“What the hell are these things!?”
Upon seeing the poorly designed enemies in front of me, I suppressed the churning in my stomach and spoke with a frown while Qianqian had just arrived at my side. Hearing my words, she looked up at the enemy forces looming in the sky, showing a slightly displeased expression, and said disgustedly, “This is really bad, I have to chop them into pieces to make them look even slightly better.”
Just stay calm, silly girl! Wait till you switch back to your normal self, and see if you don’t vomit out last year’s New Year’s Eve dinner!
Pandora and others had also arrived on the platform by then. The appearance of this entirely new enemy sparked considerable interest in Sandora. She observed those transformed bodies, which, although ugly, unexpectedly maintained discipline and stood quietly in formation in the air. She muttered to herself, “It seems to be a combination of demons and Xyrin Mechanical Puppets. This assembly technique is really poor; even Little Baobao would probably do a better job than the creators of these beings.”
…I can’t possibly imagine my dear little daughter transforming into a Scientific Monster to assemble these synthetic beings; moreover, don’t you feel disgusted at all?
Despite the various points of criticism and disgusting elements in these transformed demons’ appearance, there was one thing I was sure of — they were definitely not easy to deal with. First of all, as soon as these creatures appeared on the battlefield, they demonstrated considerable discipline, completely different from the previous cannon-fodder armies that swarmed in like fireworks. Whether an army is composed of mixed soldiers does not entirely depend on their equipment. Sometimes, military discipline, or more strictly speaking — the army’s soul, is the most crucial determinant of an army’s excellence. The thousands of monsters before me proved with their discipline that they were not a motley army, but a well-trained elite force.
On our side, the Xyrin Apostles, born for battle, were already prepared. All combat units had begun to charge their energy, and the atmosphere between the two forces was tense. Under my instructions, Sivis, serving as Pandora’s deputy officer, had entered the core protective shield of the Command Tower and activated his special ability.
A layer of faint red light radiated from the center of the Air Fortress, rapidly spreading across the entire fleet, then disappeared as if it had never appeared. However, the morale of the entire Xyrin Army had undergone a massive change after this sweep of red light; although it wasn’t visible on the surface, we had all felt it—the cannons now contained even more astonishing energy than before.
This is the special ability of the Commander Xyrin Apostle, known as the “War Call,” a magical skill that utilizes an ultra-efficient coordination module to orchestrate the fire systems of all allied units within its range, pushing them into a continuous state of slight overload. This overload does not cause any hardware damage to the Xyrin units, yet allows them to perform at more than one hundred and twenty-five percent of their combat capabilities, with effects growing more evident as the number of affected units increases. If used on a single soldier, it might not mean much, but in large-scale military operations, a halo skill that can increase an entire army’s overall strength by twenty-five percent can have a terrify impact, as you can imagine.
Even during the large-scale ambush three days ago, Sivis hadn’t used this ability (of course, when we wanted to use it later, the fleet had already lost control… a real tragedy). But now, we immediately put the entire fleet into the “War Call” state, illustrating how seriously we regarded those demons and hybrid Xyrin Apostles.
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Here’s a friendly interjection: usually, such halo-type commander skills are held by an army’s Supreme Commander, which is the most logical arrangement, but…
I looked down at Pandora beside me, whose expression was calm but whose entire being seemed to radiate a fiery fighting spirit that almost wrote “I want to fight” on her face, and I sighed deeply.
…if the Supreme Commander is a hot-blooded, naive little fool who only knows to charge forward, then it’s the unfortunate deputy officer who must take up the task…
Although Sivis’s skill activation lacked impressive visual effects, it successfully broke the temporary stand-off between us and the enemy. As the first cannon fired, an electromagnetic bomb carved a bright trajectory through the murky sky, and those demons scattered in a fierce attack toward us.
“Finally, a few slightly stronger monsters have come out. Looks like it’s time for us to stretch our muscles.”
I shook my arms, loosening the joints in my body, rare sparks of fighting spirit igniting within me. I then grandly reached forward with a sweeping gesture:
“Beat ’em up! Make them regret not looking in the mirror before leaving their homes!”
“Boom!” Pandora, who had been driven nearly mad these past few days by my “good babies don’t fight” ideology, responded to my call with a powerful blast of Ghost Energy Bombardment. I saw that she had already donned her silver war armor and was now hoisting a ship-to-ship Ghost Energy Cannon, incessantly aiming from the sky. Her eyes sparkled with a ruby luster so bright it could blind, and behind her, swarms of Floating Cannons continuously emerged. An unparalleled solo war fortress was morphing into shape.
Pandora’s cannon shot was like a signal. The next moment, our group, which could be called the most violent gang in the Mortal World, had risen into the air, starting the most brutal re-education on these artificially merged creatures that severely violated human aesthetics.
