Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1183: The Dawn of Battle

Chapter 1183: The Dawn of Battle

"Can we fly?" a young soldier eagerly asked.

"Yes! If we could fly, we could take the fight to the alien mechas and warships!"

Meeting their hopeful gazes, Amalia smiled slightly. "You won’t be able to fly, but I will make sure the aliens’ firepower never reaches the ground. You handle the battle on land—I’ll handle the battle in the air. I will give you strength. Can you do it?"

"We can!" the young soldier shouted back.

"Good. I believe in you. This war will be remembered in the annals of history," Amalia declared.

With a wave of her hand, a large pile of enchanted weapons materialized on the ground.

"Mr. Duviel, distribute these weapons to the soldiers skilled in melee combat. Those who wield these weapons will be our main force against the alien mecha army. Let them familiarize themselves with the weapons first—I will explain the battle plan shortly."

These weapons were all enchanted artifacts.

However, none of the soldiers here possessed spiritual energy, so they could only rely on the sheer sharpness of the artifacts to fight the alien mechas.

Even though they lacked spiritual energy to fully activate the weapons’ potential, their natural sharpness alone would be enough to deal with the aliens.

Duviel had countless questions in his mind, but he wasted no time.

He immediately ordered the soldiers who specialized in melee combat to step forward and distributed the weapons among them.

The soldiers looked utterly bewildered.

On a modern battlefield dominated by firearms, what role could these cold weapons possibly play?

Amalia waved her hand, and a black Cosmorite Mecha appeared out of thin air.

The soldiers weren’t particularly surprised.

Before the alien invasion, they had seen reports about the Empire’s research into spatial storage technology.

Although no further updates had been made public, they knew such technology existed.

"Use the weapons you just received and strike this Cosmorite ?echa," Amalia instructed.

She pointed to a soldier, who immediately stepped forward and slashed at the mecha without hesitation.

With a sharp tearing sound, the cold weapon in his hand remained completely intact, but a visible crack appeared on the surface of the Cosmorite Mecha.

The soldier who had delivered the strike was utterly stunned.

"Oh my god... I didn’t even use that much force. How did the Cosmorite mecha get damaged so easily?"

To convince them further, Amalia told the soldier to try striking a nearby wall.

The result was the same—the supposedly solid wall was sliced through like tofu, revealing the steel-reinforced concrete inside.

At that moment, every soldier holding one of these cold weapons became eager to test them.

One after another, they slashed at the mecha, and without exception, even weapons that didn’t appear particularly sharp tore through the Cosmorite Mecha surface with ease.

They clutched their weapons like priceless treasures, as if these weapons had already become a part of them.

Meanwhile, those who hadn’t received a weapon could only look on enviously, desperately wishing for one.

"Those of you without weapons, don’t worry. These weapons weren’t meant for you in the first place," Amalia suddenly quipped.

The younger soldiers quickly caught on and burst into laughter.

The older ones, like Duviel, took a few extra moments to process the joke before cracking a smile.

Duviel realized that the tense atmosphere had completely shifted.

Despite the overwhelming odds, the soldiers no longer seemed to be drowning in despair.

"Mr. Amalia, thank you," Duviel stepped forward, offering his sincerest gratitude.

Without Amalia, he wouldn’t have been able to stabilize the troops, let alone lift their spirits in the face of such an overwhelming enemy force.

"No need to thank me. The aliens will arrive soon. Go and prepare. Make sure to inform everyone—once the battle starts, they must stay within the boundary of the formation at all costs," Amalia said calmly.

Duviel immediately inquired about the size of the formation, only to be utterly shocked—Amalia’s formation covered an entire city.

With such an immense range, it would be difficult for anyone to even attempt to leave the formation.

Duviel couldn’t help but sigh.

Their debt to Amalia kept growing, far beyond the point of repaying it with just their lives.

Amalia, however, wasn’t concerned about that.

She could feel the shift in the soldiers’ mindset—their hearts had become resolute.

The atmosphere within the formation changed as well; a faint mist began to spread throughout, and some of the soldiers had already started undergoing transformations.

...

An hour and a half later, the alien fleet arrived at Planet Teutonia half an hour earlier than expected.

Several massive battleship loomed over Planet Teutonia’s skies, their enormous projections casting an oppressive shadow like an impending storm.

A suffocating pressure washed over the battlefield.

However, the sight no longer wavered the soldiers’ hearts.

Under the protection and nourishment of the formation, over 300,000 infantrymen had solidified their courage into an unbreakable force.

"I’ll be right back," Amalia said to Duviel before vanishing into thin air.

At the same time, one of her battle puppets also disappeared.

The aliens remained oblivious to the two harbingers of death approaching them.

The moment they reached Planet Teutonia, their radars began scanning the surface for lifeforms.

It didn’t take long for them to detect a massive human presence gathered in an open area within the city.

Aside from that, there were no other signs of life.

"Are the humans planning to surrender? They’ve all gathered in one place," one of the alien officers sneered.

"No, no, no. I think they’re underestimating us. They only left over 300,000 infantry, and their mecha army consists of just 2,000 troops. That’s not even enough to fill the gaps."

"It looks like we don’t even need to send our army down. A single bombing strike could obliterate them beyond recognition."

"That’s a good idea. We don’t waste a single soldier, and we can quickly turn and attack Aelra’s fleet, catching them off guard."

"But that would destroy Planet Teutonia too. Nazer hasn’t finished extracting all the resources there, and we’re in desperate need of them."

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