Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1186: The Awakening

Chapter 1186: The Awakening

She had just lost one of her artifacts in an instant.

When the smoke cleared, her figure reappeared before the aliens, and seeing her unharmed, they couldn’t believe their eyes.

"To survive a magnetic nuclear burst attack... Impossible!" Gren gasped.

The magnetic nuclear burst was a large-scale weapon equipped on the battleship that was capable of destroying an entire planet.

Its power was legendary, and even cultivators would not dare to face it head-on.

The Draconis Empire once had a cultivator who overestimated his abilities and thought he could handle such a weapon, but as expected, no matter how powerful the cultivator was, they were wiped out instantly by the magnetic nuclear burst.

"Your Highness, this person is no ordinary cultivator. Should we continue the fight?"

Gren looked troubled.

Below, the Cosmorite Mecha Army had already collapsed.

This human, somehow, had turned the once weak human soldiers into something akin to a sudden burst of strength.

The 50,000 mechs had scattered, abandoning their weapons and armor in just over half an hour.

"Prince Ceodore, we’re not staying any longer. If you want to take Planet Teutonia, you’ll have to figure it out yourself," said the generals of the two other battleship.

After seeing Goltron and Dimoya fall, they decided to retreat.

Without waiting for Prince Ceodore to respond, the two generals ordered a retreat, and their batteleship quickly fled.

At this time, Prince Ceodore’s battleship received a message: Planet Gallia had sent a distress signal, having miscalculated the enemy’s strength.

The situation was extremely urgent.

"Useless things," Prince Ceodore’s face darkened, "Head to Planet Veloxia. I will never let this shame slide."

"Your Highness, aren’t we going to Planet Gallia?" Gren asked in surprise.

"Planet Gallia?" Prince Ceodore gritted his teeth, "Do you think the military strength at Planet Gallia is weaker than at Planet Teutonia?"

"Well..." Gren wasn’t sure.

Since these humans had decided to take Planet Gallia, they must be sending even stronger forces there.

If they couldn’t conquer Planet Teutonia, how could they take Planet Gallia?

"Go to Planet Veloxia. I have a way to turn things around!"

Prince Ceodore had never suffered such a significant loss.

He coldly stared at Amalia’s figure on the screen.

He would make sure to settle this score.

After the alien fleet retreated, the remaining mecha army was wiped out within an hour by Amalia and her two beast puppet.

In truth, aside from the initial phase of the battle, Amalia hadn’t put much effort into the fight.

Of the fifty thousand Cosmorite Mechas, at least half had been taken down by the humans themselves—just over three hundred thousand of them.

When victory was finally secured, the battlefield was left in ruins.

Many human soldiers collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to tend to their wounds.

They panted heavily, their wide eyes staring blankly at the fallen alien bodies before them.

The glow of the formation had faded, and the spiritual energy in the air had dissipated.

Many soldiers stared at their own hands, as if they no longer belonged to them.

"Lieutenant Duviel, I killed five aliens," Private Santes mumbled, dragging the artifact that Amalia had lent him as he walked toward Duviel.

His expression was dazed, as if his mind had been left behind in the chaos of battle.

Duviel’s hands trembled.

His fingers were numb, barely able to grip the knife in his grasp.

Hearing Santes’s words, he lifted his gaze to the sky, where a lone figure hovered.

He let out a long exhale.

"I killed dozens of them," Duviel murmured.

Five was nothing.

However, he had never imagined a day would come when they could slaughter aliens like they were nothing—like slicing through vegetables.

It was as if they had stepped into an entirely different world.

Even now, he felt a power coursing through his entire body, an energy that seemed inexhaustible.

He knew he should be fatigued—his mental and physical strain had reached its peak.

Yet, in the midst of battle, he hadn’t felt exhaustion.

Instead, there had been a constant surge of power rising within him, as if an unrelenting force had been fueling him.

"Lieutenant Duviel, what’s happening?" Santes lifted his hand and stared in disbelief at the knife he held. "Is it the weapon? Did it grant us this incredible strength?"

Santes wasn’t alone in thinking this.

Many soldiers who had been given artifacts believed that the weapons were the source of their newfound power.

Duviel had initially thought the same.

However, then he noticed that even soldiers without weapons had been able to slay aliens.

It was as if they had undergone a sudden, inexplicable transformation—becoming overwhelmingly strong in the blink of an eye.

That realization made him reconsider.

"Do you remember what Ms. Amalia said about setting up a formation in the area?"

"Of course! How could we forget?" Santes suddenly connected the dots. "Lieutenant Duviel, are you saying that our sudden strength is connected to the formation Ms. Amalia mentioned?"

"Yes, that’s my guess."

The soldiers who had fought the aliens were beginning to understand.

One by one, their gazes turned toward Amalia.

Their eyes burned with a fiery intensity, their chests heaving with emotions that threatened to burst forth.

Then, one soldier suddenly collapsed onto the ground and began to sob loudly, crying out as if trying to purge the overwhelming feelings inside him.

His emotions quickly spread to those around him.

Some followed suit, wiping away tears, while others threw their heads back and let out wild howls.

"I killed an alien today! Hell yeah!" one soldier shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That bastard Zayd kept saying that I was too weak and that I shouldn’t be on the battlefield. When he comes back, I’m definitely going to tell him—I killed two aliens today!"

The words came from a soldier with a frail physique.

Whether due to malnutrition or genetic limitations, he was short and thin, but his eyes shone with determination.

At this moment, he was so overwhelmed with excitement that he didn’t know what kind of expression to make, twisting his face into something almost villainous.

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