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Chapter 12 - Iron Chariot Beetle and the Purple Demon

Chapter 12: Iron Chariot Beetle and the Purple Demon

Cai Yu and Chen Yong had no interest in admiring the moon. Since the boss had said to wait until the night passed, they obeyed and took their leave.

Each had their own responsibilities, and the arrival of night didn’t mean work stopped.

The natives of the Tianyuan World were accustomed to operating day and night. As long as they had enough rest, working continuously for several standard days was common.

As for lighting at night with so many moons in the sky and the distant shouts of battle from the station, it was hardly an issue.

Wu Yuan, still uneasy about the situation outside, stepped out under the moonlight to check.

Currently, Chen Yong’s team was responsible for mobile patrols outside the station. With four injured, only seventeen men remained, including Chen Yong himself.

These seventeen were further divided into small squads of two or three.

Fortunately, with nightfall, the rate of monster attacks had slowed by 20-30%. Only seven or eight demonic humans and vicious insects were breaching the station’s intimidation zone at any given time.

Though the squads struggled, as long as they stayed vigilant, fatalities could be avoided.

As Wu Yuan approached, he spotted a new type of insect he hadn’t encountered before—an Iron Chariot Beetle, charging toward them.

The beetle was the size of a van, with a small head and tiny eyes. Its segmented body had rows of sickle-like blades along its abdomen, which it used to row forward in a sculling motion.

Its deadliest attack was a sudden charge, slashing wildly with its blades, capable of threatening an entire area at once.

Recognizing the danger, Chen Yong immediately dispatched three spearmen to intercept it.

One spearman panicked slightly. After striking the beetle once, he failed to retreat in time. The beetle’s blade swung toward him, too close for his spear to block. The strike tore through his leather armor, drawing blood.

Chen Yong intervened just in time, blocking most of the force with his short iron spear and preventing the spearman from being bisected.

Still, the rescue came at a cost, another injured soldier, further reducing their combat strength.

Wu Yuan realized he couldn’t just stand by.

His memories held ample experience dealing with such creatures. Besides, training without real combat would only make him a paper tiger.

He decided to step in.

Approaching an exhausted archer, he took his bow and inspected the arrows. Many had been reused, their tips slightly deformed. Another shot or two, and they’d need reforging.

He made a mental note, the station had a blacksmith among the couriers, and tools were available. Arrow replenishment wouldn’t be an issue.

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he *nocked an arrow and drew the bow to full draw.

(*fit (an arrow) to the bowstring ready for shooting.)

He aimed for the beetle’s extended neck, its weak point.

The arrow shot forth like lightning, burying deep into the soft flesh. Green blood spurted as the beetle let out a shrill, infant-like wail.

True to his memories, the severely wounded beetle immediately turned to flee.

But its speed was heavily suppressed by the station’s divine skill. Before it could escape, a cunning spearman seized the moment, stabbing it from behind.

The spear plunged deep, shredding innards. The spearman, wisely anticipating a death throes, abandoned his weapon and leapt back.

The beetle thrashed wildly, its blades churning the ground in a frenzy before finally dying after ten minutes of struggle.

During this time, Wu Yuan assisted several underpowered squads, swiftly dispatching demonic humans and insects and harvesting Blood Yuan.

When the beetle finally died, hundreds of Blood Yuan strands converged toward him, forming a crimson serpent-like stream, a spectacular sight.

The cunning spearman, “Black Loach” (a cousin of the honest supervisor Hei Tou), earned even more Blood Yuan, grinning ear to ear.

Wu Yuan made a mental note of the man—a talent worth remembering.

Level: 9

Identity: Borderlands immigrant, mid-grade commoner, commercial courier

Cultivation: Early Skin-Refining Realm

Blood Yuan: 1,132

Lifespan: 26 / 110

Reaching over 1,000 Blood Yuan was expected—the monsters attacking the station were high-level, many exceeding Level 10.

The Iron Chariot Beetle, comparable to a Organ-Control Realm martial artist, was at least Level 17.

These creatures provided not just abundant Blood Yuan but also high-quality materials, some usable for crafting spirit artifacts, like the beetle’s blades, which could fetch a fortune.

Of course, the couriers’ success against such foes was largely due to the station’s divine skill:

Stone Tiger’s Intimidation suppressed monster levels by 10 and reduced their speed and strength by 30%, turning tigers into lambs.

In the wild, a single Iron Chariot Beetle could slaughter a hundred couriers with ease.

From this battle, Wu Yuan deduced that as long as monsters stayed below Level 20, the couriers could handle them under the suppression field.

But Level 20+ creatures would be problematic, risking heavy casualties, something he couldn’t afford with his limited manpower.

Fortunately, the station had more than just suppression.

The Tiger Spirit’s Fatal Strike (insta-kill on targets below Level 20) served as a last resort.

The attack arrays (Earth Prison and Land Net) could also trap high-level monsters, buying time for the couriers.

Defensive arrays, however, were near-useless at Level 1.

The Second Wave

After the first wave was cleared, scouts reported no immediate threats, granting everyone a short rest.

Some couriers collapsed on the spot, exhausted but exhilarated—their Blood Yuan gains promised significant cultivation boosts.

Three couriers, having accumulated enough, immediately began meditating. Soon, their auras surged, two advancing from early to mid Tendon-Forging Realm, the other from mid to high.

Per Wu Yuan’s orders, these three and the injured returned to the station, replaced by fresh fighters.

But then seven more people appeared, armed with farming tools?

Wu Yuan’s expression darkened.

The leader was Cai Yu. This woman was getting bolder by the day.

He had half a mind to spank her.

“What is this nonsense?”

Cai Yu bowed. “Boss, we’re here to fight.”

“With hoes and axes? Do you think those monsters won’t kill you?”

“I… I want to grow stronger. To serve you better.” Her voice grew quieter.

Wu Yuan scoffed. “Just you? Or all of them?”

The others hastily nodded—some genuinely eager, others just following Cai Yu’s lead.

Wu Yuan relented slightly. Letting non-combatants assist could alleviate manpower shortages.

But he wouldn’t make it easy.

“Fine. But first, get proper weapons. Come back with those, or don’t bother.”

Cai Yu’s eyes lit up. “Can we use materials from the storage rooms?”

“You plan to forge your own?”

She nodded. “The quarry team has two proper blacksmiths. With materials, they can make simple weapons quickly.”

Wu Yuan was surprised. He hadn’t realized they had skilled blacksmiths, not just apprentices.

“Do it. Supervise the material use yourself.”

He waved her off, curious what the blacksmiths could produce.

This also reminded him—they needed fuel.

The small Yuan Coal mine Chen Yong had found northwest of the station would be crucial.

The Purple Demon

Half an hour later, the second wave arrived—a squad of demonic humans, led by a four-meter-tall Purple Demon.

Unlike scattered beasts, demonic humans fought cooperatively in groups.

This Purple Demon was a Level 20 Organ-Control Realm elite—far stronger than the usual Green Demons (Level 15).

Under the station’s suppression, its power dropped to high Bone-Forging Realm, but it remained formidable.

Wu Yuan called Chen Yong over. “We’ll handle the Purple Demon. The others take the grunts.”

He nocked an arrow, targeting the demon’s eyes and toes—its weak points.

With Chen Yong’s help—now at high Skin-Refining Realm after days of battle—they stood a chance.

Instead of engaging directly, Wu Yuan first had the archers focus fire on the weaker demons, thinning their numbers.

Within minutes, half the squad was dead, leaving only seven—including the Purple Demon.

Realizing its disadvantage, the Purple Demon roared, ordering a full charge.

But the suppression field affected them unevenly.

As they rushed forward, gaps formed, some lagging 30-40 meters behind.

The hunt was on.

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