Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 441: The Beginning Of The War (Part 9)

Chapter 441: The Beginning Of The War (Part 9)

Unaware that these events involved her, Amalia continued with her tasks.

After absorbing the energy from the crystal core, her depleted meridians finally regained some spiritual energy.

Without spiritual energy, she couldn’t activate the Amulets she carried—those were the "other means" she had mentioned.

"Why are you here so soon? You could have rested a little longer," her squad mates said.

The soldiers had silently protected Amalia from the mutated creatures while she absorbed the energy from the crystal core.

About ten minutes later, she had rejoined them, and one by one, they urged her to take more time to rest.

"I’ve already recovered enough," Amalia began to explain, but then she suddenly caught sight of the Purple Pavoraiah swooping down with a Brown Mantuleaf on its back.

The Brown Mantuleaf brandished its shining sickle blades and rushed past the soldiers, aiming to slice one of them in half.

Amalia immediately threw out an Amulet and simultaneously pulled the soldier back.

The characters on the Amulet lit up, and it exploded in front of the Purple Pavoraiah and the Brown Mantuleaf.

This was a water bomb amulet.

Upon activation, the energy contained within instantly detonated.

The soldier Amalia had pulled back lost his footing and fell to the ground, hearing the explosion behind him.

Turning around, he saw the Purple Pavoraiah and the Brown Mantuleaf both blown to pieces, with red and blue blood and body parts intertwined.

"This..." The soldier was stunned, unsure of what had just happened.

Another soldier helped him up and told him, "You were in real danger. If Amalia hadn’t saved you, you would have been cut in half by the Brown Mantuleaf’s sickle blades."

The soldier took a sharp intake of breath.

He knew how sharp the Brown Mantuleaf’s sickle blades were.

Just a short while ago, someone from a nearby squad had died at the hands of the Brown Mantuleaf’s massive sickle blades, with no chance of being saved.

The battlefield is harsh, and situations like this happen almost constantly.

Their current circumstances were still considered fortunate.

The last battle to defend the city had been far worse.

It was completely incomparable to what it is now, the ground beneath their feet was practically built on the bodies of their fallen comrades.

"Thank you, Amalia!"

The soldier looked at Amalia with tears of gratitude in his eyes.

"There’s no need to thank me. It’s what I should do," Amalia said. Then, she thought for a moment and took out some practical Amulets from the stack her father had given her, and distributed them to the soldiers.

"Hold on to these," Amalia said, handing out Amulets to the soldiers, "If you find yourself in a dangerous situation, throw one of these. They can save your life or the lives of others at a crucial moment. Don’t refuse—I have plenty of Amulets."

At first, the soldiers wanted to refuse.

Amalia had already saved them, so how could they accept more from her?

They had already realized that Amalia’s so-called other means were these Amulets.

But hearing her last two sentences, the soldiers fell silent and accepted the Amulets.

They were willing to set aside their pride to accept anything that could save their comrades.

And indeed, the Amulets Amalia provided were incredibly useful.

The flying mutated creatures still filled the sky densely.

The soldiers attached the Amulets to their cannon barrels and launched them into the thickest areas in the sky.

The Amulets exploded, instantly killing a swath of mutated creatures.

Additionally, various mutated creatures continued to climb upward from below, not just the Brown Mantuleaf.

The mutated creatures stacked one on top of the other, forming layers of living walls.

A powerful offensive-type Amulet that was thrown down could kill hundreds of creatures at once, with an immensely strong impact.

The soldiers were stunned.

"Is the power of intermediate-level self-detonation Amulet really this great?"

One soldier swallowed, "I don’t think so."

"I think what we’re seeing isn’t an intermediate-level Amulet—it seems to be an advanced-level Amulet..."

"This is by far the most expensive and wasteful advanced-level Amulet I’ve ever used," the soldier who just threw the Amulet said, feeling torn between regret and amazement.

Amalia had given them mostly offensive-type Amulets while keeping the defense-type and other utility-type Amulets for herself.

These utility-type Amulets were also interesting, such as the Tranquility Amulet that was drawn by her father.

When the Tranquility Amulet was thrown, its runes flashed, immediately locking down the surrounding energy, along with two mutated creatures.

The Tranquility Amulet wasn’t advanced-level, so it could only immobilize one or two mutated creatures at most, but that was sufficient.

The nearby soldiers weren’t sure what was happening, but within the next moment, they all pounced and quickly killed the immobilized mutated creatures.

It was their first time experiencing such an easy victory, and they could hardly believe it.

Not only did their squad benefit, but nearby squads did as well.

Seeing how well their group managed the situation, the other squads also guided some mutated creatures their way, easing each other’s burdens.

Amalia didn’t mind; once the Amulets were gone, she could always draw more.

But if people were lost, that was irreversible.

The bald man had been trying to find an opportunity to get close to Amalia when he suddenly noticed the crowd moving toward her.

He was delighted.

Though he was surprised at the lavish use of Amulets, they could only affect the mutated creatures in the distance.

As long as he got close enough to Amalia, he could attack her without being detected.

In her current state, she wouldn’t be able to fend him off.

Having made his decision, the bald man blended into the crowd and slowly advanced toward Amalia.

To make his approach seem more realistic, he even led a Brown Mantuleaf, pretending to flee from it.

Seeing Amalia just ahead, the distance shrinking, a glint of anticipation flashed in the bald man’s eyes.

Soon, he would be able to kill her.

Suddenly, Amalia sensed a killing intent directed at her.

Her senses were sharp, and she never mistook even a fleeting moment.

This killing intent was different from that of the mutated creatures.

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