Chapter 1100: A Flicker of Hope

As Wealth had once explained, without the purple energy, Mystic Void Continent would face decline if it didn’t find a way forward.

"You should escape while you still can," the child urged earnestly. "These aliens kill people without mercy. Even defenseless elders and children aren’t spared."

Amalia remained calm, asking, "If Shadron has no means of resisting them, why are you still alive?"

The child’s expression turned grim. "Why else? It’s because the aliens treat Shadron as their playground. When they’re in the mood, they come to massacre people for entertainment. Each time, countless lives are lost. No one is guaranteed survival. Ordinary people like us are slightly better off, but the soldiers—well, they’re the aliens’ primary targets."

"There used to be a million soldiers. Now, I’d say there’s less than fifty thousand left."

The statistics were undeniably brutal.

Booming artillery continued to rain destruction, reducing the city to rubble.

Calling it a city was too generous—it had already become a wasteland.

At that moment, a fiery missile shot toward them like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"It’s over! Run for your lives!" the child cried out in panic, having witnessed the devastating power of these bombs before.

Amalia turned her head to glance at the incoming missile.

To her eyes, its speed, while impressive to others, seemed slow—so slow that she could casually grab and crush it with her hand.

Just as she prepared to make her move, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.

It was a mech, standing over four meters tall.

The mech was heavily damaged, missing an arm and greatly weakened in combat capacity, yet it fearlessly stepped in front of them.

"Get out of here!" the mech’s pilot shouted at them.

"It’s a Mech Soldier!" the child exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and hope.

However, the light in his eyes dimmed the moment he noticed the Mech Soldier’s missing arm.

Even a fully intact mech was no match for these aliens, let alone a broken one.

Despite knowing it stood no chance, the mech keep charged at the missile without hesitation.

Its desolate figure resembled a lone, courageous hero.

The missile exploded the instant it made contact with the mech.

The soldier piloting the mech assumed he was doomed.

In fact, he had already resigned himself to death.

The aliens treated them like playthings, toying with them as they pleased.

Without reinforcements or firepower, there was no way they could win.

He no longer held out hope for the empire either.

The rest of the empire was engulfed in turmoil, and even if supplies were available, delivering them safely to Shadron was nearly impossible.

To make matters worse, they had lost contact with the empire six months ago.

Shadron had fallen under the aliens’ control.

They had severed all means of communication with the outside world and prevented anyone from leaving the planet, though they didn’t stop outsiders from entering.

Their malicious intent was clear to anyone.

This was why Amalia and Kenny Lin, as strangers appearing on Shadron, were met not with suspicion but sympathy.

The soldier, fully prepared to die, suddenly realized he was unharmed.

He stared in shock as the explosion’s brilliant display seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, its power rendered completely harmless.

"What just happened?" The soldier’s face was a mix of disbelief and confusion.

Amalia had, of course, intervened.

The missile, which appeared devastating and capable of destroying a mech, was nothing more than a minor annoyance to her.

As the black smoke cleared, the child, who had been trembling and ready to flee, stood frozen in place upon seeing the mech unharmed.

He thought it must have been some kind of advanced tactic by the Mech Soldier.

A flicker of hope reignited in his heart.

Perhaps things weren’t as dire as they seemed.

Perhaps the Mech Soldier had finally found a way to defeat these aliens.

"Huh?"

Xethis, a high-ranking alien who is piloting a superior-grade mech, suddenly noticed something unusual on his scanner.

The missile he had fired earlier was aimed casually at a shadowy figure he detected in the distance.

In this lower-dimensional space, even the lowest-tier high-dimensional mechs surpassed the capabilities of local machines.

A single missile could obliterate the most advanced of their mechs, let alone an intermediate-grade one.

Xethis had no intention of following up on whether the ants he targeted survived or perished.

He was busy hunting others when the scan caught his attention.

Pausing for a moment, he realized that the survivors had already been claimed by other pilots.

But something unexpected appeared before him—a mech, battered and incomplete, yet somehow intact after the impact of his missile.

"They survived?" Xethis muttered, intrigued by the sight of the mech.

At first, he assumed that the lower-dimensional pilot must have done something extraordinary to withstand his firepower.

Excitement surged within him.

After several rounds of "games" on Shadron, the novelty had worn thin.

However, finding someone able to resist his attack rekindled his enthusiasm.

"This trip wasn’t wasted. This prey is mine—no one else better interfere," he declared, steering his beast-shaped mech toward the lone survivor.

Arriving before the damaged machine, Xethis’s voice carried both authority and disdain.

"It seems you managed to block my missile. I’ll allow you to state your name."

The soldier inside the intermediate-grade mech, Tariq, had no idea what had just happened.

Seeing the alien in front of him made his nerves taut like a bowstring.

"I’m speaking to you! Didn’t you hear me?" Xethis’s expression darkened as his question went unanswered.

"Get the hell out of our star system, you damn aliens!" Tariq roared in rage.

"Excellent. It seems you’re asking for death," Xethis snarled, his patience evaporating.

With a single thought, the weaponized turrets on his beast-like mech locked onto Tariq’s battered machine.

Without hesitation, Xethis unleashed a barrage of firepower.

The attacks rained down in all directions and sealing off every potential escape route.

Despair began to flickered in Tariq’s eyes.

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