"They're back!"
The shouts of millions of people surged through the sky like raging waves. The ancient city suddenly boiled up in the silent twilight. The eruption of momentum even made the dark clouds above the city, which were so thick that they covered all the light, begin to disperse.
Atlantis had now moved between the Earth and the Moon. At this position, the huge Moon blocked the sun. From behind the dense clouds in the sky, only a discontinuous golden belt of light could be seen, as if a crack was gradually torn from the boundless darkness to the light. The silhouette of a massive warship slowly glided across the belt of light, making one think of lying on the beach at the bottom of the sea and watching a giant whale gliding past above, blocking the sunlight. Countless silver-white swift shadows broke away from the warships and charged towards the ground like envoys descending from the vault of heaven, wrapped in halos. The news brought by the returning warriors not long ago had finally been confirmed, stirring the spirits of the millions of ancients.
The silver-white assault warship swept across the low altitude of Atlantis, swept past the line of defense defended by the ancient warriors, and then rushed to the heavily polluted streets. The streets there were covered with strange black patterns. These two-dimensional patterns spread little by little through the city's network and were now fighting against the remaining psionic energy in the defense system. An ominous dark mist permeated the streets due to the spread of these infections. Countless swaying figures were hidden in the mist: tall, strong, and scarlet-eyed Atlantean infected.
The assault warship with high-speed defense breaking capabilities was not suitable for bombing operations. Moreover, this precious city was not a target for bombing. The mission of these war machines was to drop ground troops into the city and then provide support to the front line of Mount Olympus from a low altitude.
After using the ultra-high-speed photon cannons on board to roughly clear out the most dangerous mutated monsters, the assault ship opened its cabin. One by one, the valiant and heroic warriors, without any protection or deceleration measures, directly leaped down from an altitude of nearly a thousand meters, rapidly descending to the ground. Glowing with energy, the Phase Displacement Blades flashed, and countless mutated monsters that instinctively rose into the air to block the attack were instantly turned into pieces and fell from the sky. The Empire's Chief Weapon Warrior, Veigar, had led his war machines onto the stage.
These kings of melee combat, who had half a mechanical scorpion body, were all weapons. They were best at using any part of their horrifying body to destroy the enemy, such as their pincers and tails. The impact of falling from a height of a thousand meters and weighing two tons of steel was astonishing. Moreover, the armored scorpions were also mischievously aiming at the heads of the enemies below. Their sharp mechanical limbs stretched out, and with the huge impact, they easily pierced through the skulls and limbs of the powerful but only flesh and blood mutants, nailing the enemies to the ground one by one. Even if there were monsters that were lucky enough to avoid being hit in their vital organs and were only nailed to the ground, they would be decapitated by the phase-displacement blades in the next instant as a warning to the public, or simply smacked into a mosaic by their tails.
Entering the battlefield together with Sandora and landing in the same area as Veigar, I was fortunate enough to once again see the evil art of war of the armored scorpions — or rather, Veigar's violent aesthetics.
"Boom!"
Almost like a heavy bomb had exploded, the two-ton scorpion sister landed not even a hundred meters away from me. The armored girl, who had not fought for a long time, violently and valiantly smashed a half-meter deep crater into the ground, and cracks that extended for tens of meters. The resulting shockwave even forced Sandora and I to activate our shields to protect ourselves.
The combination of a violent domineering sister and a military officer's wife was indeed formidable from start to finish.
An unlucky mutated monster was right in the middle of the scorpion sister's landing point. Of course, it wasn't a coincidence that he was so unlucky. Looking at it, I was certain that Veigar had adjusted his posture in mid-air at least three times to land so accurately. Right now, the originally three-meter tall monster's torso had been pierced by six sharp mechanical limbs. Like a tattered doll, it had turned into a pile of debris at the bottom of the crater. The commander of the armored scorpion who caused all of this was lightly stretching her body. She casually lifted a mechanical limb that was already stained with blood and forcefully stabbed it down, giving the unbelievably tenacious enemy a quick death. Then, she raised the longsword in her hand. "Attack at will!"
Hundreds of armored scorpions that had landed on this street raised their longswords in response to their commander's command. The thunderous sound of metal clashing encouraged this group of cold weapon fanatics with excessive helium-3 content. Then, this group of iron girls began their splendid war dance.
“Iazriazer！ Aaatar！ Counterattack! "
When the armored scorpions landed on the city and launched their attack, another wave of courageous battle cries rang through the ancient streets that had been occupied by monsters. The Atlantean warriors had finally received the order to counterattack. Under the leadership of the God of War, Ares, and other war leaders, these super-humans who were created in ancient times to fight against the rebel army of the Empire had long been dissatisfied with defending and being passive for a long time. Now, they swarmed out from their bunkers and houses, waving those ancient weapons that had now been lost in technology, and threw themselves into the battle to reclaim their city.
Lightning, flames, cold wind, light, and even brute force that was so terrifying that they could fight with the Empire soldiers. These ancient people used all kinds of strange fighting methods. All kinds of power that could be attributed to special abilities or genetic enhancement allowed them to quickly explode with combat power that was not inferior to the elite Empire soldiers. Even though the relative weakness of their bodies and the fatal limitation of their numbers made it impossible for them to fight against the real Imperial Army, their strength was more than enough to fight against ordinary abyssal monsters.
I opened up a force field that suppressed the abyssal energy and used my own spiritual power to disperse the abyssal fog that had infected the streets. This was to prevent more Atlantean warriors from being infected during the battle.
This thin layer of fog didn't seem to be threatening at all. Even if we used conventional equipment to analyze it, it didn't exist at all. This thing didn't belong to the physical world and didn't contain any energy. Other than the gauze-like visual effect, there was no other way to detect the traces that it left in the physical world. However, the danger it posed was something that people absolutely couldn't be careless about. Even though Sandora told me that this thin layer of fog wasn't the actual body of the abyssal energy, it still had an irresistible ability to contaminate ordinary creatures. Even the powerful Atlantean warriors would become delirious after being exposed to this fog for more than two hours. They might even fall into madness. Once an ordinary person came in, they basically couldn't be saved in less than a minute.
However, for Sandora and I who had spiritual resistance, this thing was just a little disgusting.
"What an unaesthetic way of fighting."
A sorceress, well, you could also call her Raven, flew from the back to my side. This Raven, who was the temporary commander-in-chief when Sylvia was in a state of stupidity, put up an arcane shield to resist the surrounding attacks. At the same time, she pointed at Vega, who had already entered the white-hot battle. She was never stingy with her venomous tongue towards the scorpion soldiers who were used to crushing their opponents in hand-to-hand combat.
"You see, violent, barbaric, able to kill people with every part of their body, staining their weapons and hands with blood … Sigh, a real warrior should learn to annihilate the enemy gracefully. The armored scorpion's thinking circuit must also be a high-power reactor. They all use high-energy fuel to think … Piu!"
A crackling lightning ball was thrown out by the venomous Raven 001. It looked no different from an ordinary beginner's spell, but … that ferocious thing suddenly spread out into a nebula lightning that covered half a street after killing a half-human, half-beast monster. It was no longer a beginner's spell.
"No. 1! What are you doing! My tail is electrically conductive! "
An armored scorpion that was almost struck by the nebula lightning waved its long sword in exasperation. It swung its tail and shouted at us. Although electric shocks did not hurt an armored scorpion, it did not feel good to be electrocuted by one of its own. This was a matter of pride.
"Sorry, sorry, I missed!" Raven 001, as usual, brushed off her brainless scorpion sisters. The latter believed her and nodded to continue the battle. After that, she repeated herself in a low voice, "Hey, missed."
You see, this is really a magical art of language.
Raven 001 was one of the lower-ranked commanders that I was familiar with. But unlike heroic commanders like Vega, Raven 001 was just a "substitute". Aside from the fact that her serial number was at the front, her strength was not much different from an ordinary Raven. It was only because the real commander of the Raven troop was always in a muddled state that she had no choice but to take up this position. But a substitute is a substitute. With her talent and ability to adapt to the battlefield, she was indeed worthy of this authority, except … when she was with the scorpions, her mouth was not very obedient.
It was said that when every Raven was born, they were cloned from a small part of Sylvia's soul. But I felt that this Raven 001 should have been cloned from Belavilla. What a vicious mouth.
"Where are the bees?"
I looked around at the fierce battle scene, but I could only see the armored scorpions and Ravens active. The leader bees that should have entered the battlefield together were nowhere to be seen. The battle report said that they came out together.
"If you are looking for Olga, who always hides in the dormitory mysteriously —" Raven 001 pointed to a Raven that was using arcane arrows to block the enemy's counterattack. "That's her."
I was stunned for a moment, but very quickly, 001's words were verified. After that ordinary-looking Raven completed a round of attacks, ripples suddenly appeared on her body like flowing water. Some kind of camouflage, but it might be even more advanced "outer shell" peeled off her body like mercury, revealing the silver-white alloy armor underneath the camouflage and that iconic ankle-length hair. The few elemental spheres floating around the Raven also transformed into the unique crystal-alloy battle bladed cannon of the Leader Bee.
An abyssal monster shrouded in black smoke was originally fighting with Olga. It could not help but be stunned when the latter underwent the above-mentioned changes. However, in the next second, the instinct of destruction in its soul made it continue its previous attack. Two dark red energy light balls quickly condensed in the monster's hands. This meant that before it was infected and turned into a monster, it should be an Atlantean power warrior who was good at energy attacks. After the attack was ready, the monster threw these energy balls at Olga with all its might. The moment the ball hit the leader bee's psionic shield, it caused a violent explosion. Thick smoke shrouded Olga for a while. But in the next second, five swift bladed cannons rushed out of the smoke. After a short distance space jump, they severely injured the monster that had no chance to dodge. The last bladed cannon flashed to the back of the monster, and when the monster was still twitching, it fired a close-range headshot. The head that was distorted under the pollution of the abyss turned into a cloud of gas under the high-energy bladed cannon.
"Battle mimicry, one of the leader bee's crystal abilities." Sandora used her own power to help the targets on the battlefield maintain their sanity in the abyss aura. (To the Schilling warriors, this kind of assistance might not be of much use, but the Atlantean warriors who were working hard to break through the monster's blockade at the back urgently needed this kind of help.) She explained the situation to me in a relaxed manner. "They can use their crystal power to 'copy' the 'information' of any unit on the battlefield, so as to obtain a part of the other party's ability. For example, they can turn themselves into a raven, an armored scorpion, or even a space cannon. Although even the most powerful leader bee can only copy a part of the target's power, it more or less makes up for the lack of their own combat power. The only regrettable thing is that this ability has a distance and time limit. If you are too far away from the copied target or stay too long, it will cause the mimicry to end. "
"I didn't expect Ola to have this kind of ability." I looked around with interest. As expected, I found quite a number of leader bees in mimicry. They disguised themselves as armored scorpions, ravens, and even some abnormally powerful abyss monsters. They skillfully solved the problems they were facing on the chaotic battlefield. "The more types of units around them, the more tactics the leader bees have. In theory, they can even use countless methods to adjust their own situation."
"The more mixed the army is, the more valuable the leader bees are. They can also copy a mirror image of an allied unit within a short period of time that has a certain amount of the original's power. They can also use crystals to connect to each other so that the allied soldiers can share the damage and stack their abilities. Don't look at their own combat power as a problem. As one of the three types of hero units, the leader bees are not to be trifled with. Speaking of trifled with, Ah Jun, I'm a little hungry."
How should I put it? Other than the last sentence, Sandora's explanation was very accurate.
A group of true all-rounders. A mobile tactical tower that can greatly increase the combat power of an army. A frontline hero with unlimited possibilities. This is the position of the leader bees on the battlefield. Different from the armored scorpions with unparalleled offensive capabilities, and different from the ravens that can easily deal large-scale destructive attacks, the role they play is to control the battlefield.
On the battlefield where the powerful Storm Commander can't take care of it, the value of a leader bee is unimaginable.
"Oh, looks like this battle doesn't require Pandora and the others to take action."
Looking at the rapidly decreasing number of enemies around us, I shrugged my shoulders and said to Sandora. "The three main hero units are able to crush the enemy together. This combat power is already out of the norm."
"The ones gathered here are just cannon fodder. The main force hasn't entered the battlefield yet."
Sandora shook her head. "Didn't you notice? Most of the monsters we encountered are normal monsters without any combat skills. They are mostly mutated Atlantean civilians. Those God's Servants and God's Chosen are probably blocked off in other streets."
"Boom boom boom!!"
A series of explosions came from the corner of the market in the distance. A large number of abyssal monsters were blown up by this explosion and their formation was in chaos. A small team of armored scorpions that had just dealt with the enemy in front of them immediately launched a Sonic Charge and Thousandfold Interception Slash towards the new frontline without hesitation, slashing the dizzy monsters into a rain of blood. Following that, a somewhat familiar shout came from the other end of the battlefield:
“Cilin Naziadar！ Atalendisi！！ Attack! The enemy's defensive line has collapsed! Attack! Converge with our Lord! "
Ares, that fierce man with a wooden sword, had a loud voice no matter where he went.
The armored scorpion team at the front was immediately ordered to support the Atlantean warriors who had just broken through this position. As these cold Grim Reapers brandished their Battleship Slashing Blades, large groups of rampaging abyssal monsters often didn't even have the chance to react before they were slashed into pieces. The spatial cutting phenomenon produced by the Phase Displacement Blades could even cut the deck of the Empire's standard battleship, not to mention those flesh and blood bodies that were only slightly strengthened. Very quickly, a sufficiently spacious path was created between the two positions, and the warriors from both sides completed the converge.
Hundreds of giant warriors wearing ancient armor or strange battle robes broke through the smoke on the battlefield and came before Sandora and me with the smell of blood all over their bodies. Leading them was a familiar figure.
The God of War, Ares.
"Lord, we have held the defensive line. Please guide us!"
The giant warriors wearing heavy armor prostrated on the ground one by one. Ares' voice, which was slightly hoarse due to continuous battles, sounded unwaveringly.
I looked at the "Man-made Gods" in front of me. These super soldiers created by the Ancient Empire were so tall and strong that Ares' height of more than 2.5 meters didn't stand out at all among them. I was surprised to find that all the Atlanteans' height was actually above this level, and some of them were even taller than 3 meters. When they wore heavy armor, they were just like the giants in myths and legends. No wonder the various myths passed down on Earth were used to describing the Gods who descended to the mortal world as indomitable "giants". This must be the exaggerated description produced after the last surviving Atlanteans were worshiped as Gods by the next generation of primitive humans.
No matter what, I had to be glad that Pandora didn't come over. If she saw so many guys who were more than twice her height boxing in full swing here, it was hard to say whether that lass wouldn't simply use the excuse of eliminating the enemy to throw Space Bombs all over the city. A certain 1.2-meter-tall girl's resentment towards her own height had reached the point of paranoia. Before the Atlantean warriors were accepted by her, the guys in front of me who were more than twice Pandora's height would all be in danger …
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