This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 608: Get Up!

Chapter 608: Chapter 608: Get Up!

"Iron Heart is in danger?!"

Corporate Embassy to the Alliance.

Seeing the expressionless face of Solar Eclipse in the floating window, Yi Chuan stood up swiftly, propping himself on the table with both hands, his mouth agape.

His imagination was limited; he simply couldn’t fathom what could possibly threaten that steel fortress soaring in the sky.

Solar Eclipse, standing amidst pale blue light particles, simply nodded and drew a gesture in the air with her index finger to transfer the radar image of the Iron Heart to Yi Chuan.

Looking at the dense red dots on the screen, Yi Chuan felt his scalp tingle.

Watching him unable to form a response, Solar Eclipse continued.

"The Torch Church has mobilized a bio-troops force of over ten thousand, essentially human-shaped Variants with the ability to fly, suspected to be an upgraded version of Mutants, employing swarm attack tactics. According to a comprehensive analysis of the battlefield situation, there is an 83% probability of breaching the firepower network. The Iron Heart is preparing for deck combat."

"The Alliance Managers hope we can fulfill our alliance treaty and send support immediately."

Staring at the flashing holographic image, Yi Chuan was frantic but could vaguely sense something was amiss.

If the situation was really that dangerous, why wouldn’t Chu Guang evacuate from the airship?

That guy should know what he means to the Alliance; surely he wouldn’t still be worried about face at a time like this?

But now wasn’t the time to consider that.

By the time he figured it all out, it might be too late!

Yi Chuan looked into Solar Eclipse’s eyes.

"Can you contact Chu Guang?"

Solar Eclipse shook her head.

"He’s at the frontline directing the battle; I can’t reach him from here."

Yi Chuan cursed silently in his heart, but without a better option, he took a deep breath and said,

"Okay, I understand."

After ending the communication, he gently tapped his index finger on the table, organizing his thoughts, then immediately called the corporate airbase in the northern territories of the Alliance.

As soon as the line connected, Yi Chuan, not waiting for the other side to exchange pleasantries, began speaking.

"Our ally is in trouble; I am requesting Assault Team No.26 to head to Brocade River Province for an emergency response."

The base commander frowned slightly.

"The council has not authorized military action in Brocade River Province, and relevant discussions should still be ongoing; your request is out of procedure."

Not at all surprised by his refusal, Yi Chuan persisted patiently.

"According to the security statutes and corresponding explanatory clauses, in the event of a crisis threatening the survival of the Alliance government or greater, we can bypass council authorization to initiate emergency preparedness plans... I will submit a report later to explain the necessity to the council."

As he spoke, he forwarded the images and battle situation assessment report that Solar Eclipse had sent him to the holographic image of the military officer.

However, after reading the report, the officer’s frown deepened.

He knew about this clause in the security statutes, but as of yesterday, he had heard that the front line was advancing triumphantly...

How had the situation become so urgent in just one day?

"I understand the basic situation... but does the current situation meet the criteria of that clause?" he said uncertainly, "The danger is only to the Iron Heart."

Yi Chuan spoke sternly.

"But the manager of the Alliance is on that airship! You should know what that person means to the Alliance and to River Valley Province at this stage; we cannot lose this ally no matter what. This is no time for hesitation; I need your people to depart immediately, right now!"

Hearing this, the officer’s expression finally shifted, and he nodded solemnly.

"I understand."

Sitting back down, Yi Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, you understand!"

Almost simultaneously with him hanging up the phone, the airbase along The Tributary of Tianshui’s South Shore sounded its alarm bells; the entire base sprang to life like a tightly wound gear.

Two "Tiger Whale" transport aircraft lighting up their engines crouched on the tarmac as the assault team soldiers, decked out in power armor and exoskeletons, hurried onboard.

Also brought into the cargo hold was ground fire support — including unmanned Hellhound vehicles — and various new gadgets shipped in from Ideal City.

Assault Team No. 26 had finished boarding; two Tiger Whale Transport Aircraft increased their engine output, lifting off toward the pitch-black night sky, supported by the arcs of azure light.

Sitting in the cabin with the door slowly closing, Su Ming turned to Captain Yun Song beside him, his face full of confusion.

"Do those guys need our help?"

In the Great Desert, he had witnessed the formidable combat power of that group.

If even those tough ones felt challenged, he doubted that one assault team could resolve the issue.

Glancing at the mission brief on the tablet, Yun Song responded casually.

"That’s not for us to consider."

He, too, harbored a trace of doubt in his heart.

Over eight hundred kilometers away...

Even if they advanced at full speed, by the time they got there, it’d probably all be over; it was hard to imagine that man calmly waiting for them to arrive...

Outside the Steel Heart.

The howling wind carried not only the chilly high-altitude currents but also the flapping, sharp-toothed Variants.

They resembled the gargoyle demons of ancient legends or the Batwing People from War3 with no knights, their almost fibrous pectoral muscles and keratin armor resisting damage from regular rifle bullets. Though the head was their only weak spot, its hard skull wasn’t easily penetrated.

However—

the eyes were an exception.

Night Ten hadn’t expected the dagger he had instinctively thrown to score a critical hit, piercing straight into the creature’s eye socket.

With the driving force of the exoskeleton and his own limited strength, the dagger plunged into the monster’s brain like a steel spike.

Watching the shadow fall toward the pitch-black clouds, Night Ten, using all the strength he could muster, finally managed to climb back into the turbulent cabin.

Although he wanted to berate a certain Class D researcher, seeing her face pale with fear, he eventually held his tongue.

After all, seeing it from a different perspective, if he had only one life too, he probably wouldn’t fare much better in a similar situation.

In the end, that guy was just a student being ordered around by instructors.

Perhaps it was their similar status but different fates that suddenly made Night Ten feel a twinge of sympathy for him.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Xuezhou, with her lips turned white from biting, mustered her speech after a long struggle; just as she was about to say something, a shrill cry burst into one side of the cabin.

Almost reflexively, she looked that way, terror instantly etched onto her eyes; but this time she did better than before, she didn’t just freeze in fear but instead cried out.

"To your left!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Night Ten had already aimed his rifle at the left side of the doorway ahead of her warning.

"Ratatat—!"

Orange-yellow shell casings continuously ejected from the chamber as the muzzle spat out long flames.

The sharp-toothed Variant got a full burst straight on, with blood spurting from its chest all the way to its forehead, and its claws losing grip, plummeting toward the dark clouds below the cabin.

However, the Variants targeting this transport aircraft were clearly not limited to this one.

Having finally clung onto a "Viper," these wing-flapping Variants wouldn’t let it shake them easily, swarming toward the metal beast en masse.

Some flooded into the cabin, while others crawled to the dual engines on the belly of the aircraft and started to pound the flaming contraptions in a frenzy.

Listening to the relentless gunfire inside the cabin, the pilot, gripping the joystick with a pale face, stomped the rudder, spinning the aircraft in an attempt to shake off those clinging to the hull.

Nevertheless, those creatures’ claws hooked onto the outer shell of the aircraft as if they were immovable; even if some were flung off, a couple flaps of their wings brought them back in no time.

Meanwhile, Night Ten within the cabin was thrown off his feet by the turbulence, barely managing to hook the exoskeleton’s tether to an anti-slip bar inside the cabin, or he would have been flung out already.

"Damn it!"

Cursing, Night Ten was trying to get up from beneath a chair when he suddenly felt a violent jolt in the frame, then his posterior left the cold metal floor.

Sitting across in her seat, Jiang Xuezhou was pale, the safety belt digging deeply into her shoulders, and she trembled as she spoke.

"We are falling..."

Almost at the same moment as her words ended, a roar came from the direction of the cockpit.

"The engine has lost power!"

Grasping a seat with one hand and aiming a rifle at Night Ten outside the cabin with the other, he cried out anxiously.

"What the heck happened?!"

The pilot, hands firmly on the control stick, turned back to yell, his forehead beaded with sweat.

"Something’s clogged our plasma exhaust!"

Upon hearing this, Night Eleven became instantly alarmed.

"Can it be fixed?!"

The pilot, sitting at the controls, was even more anxious than him. He looked at the wildly flickering gauges on the panel with a face of utter despair.

The plasma engine, located under the fuselage, was the plane’s most vulnerable part, obviously not something that could be repaired from inside the cockpit.

"The acceleration coil is damaged! It needs to be replaced! No good... There’s no saving it."

"Damn!!!"

Watching the deck disappearing into the distance as the ship ascended, Night Ten clenched his teeth and made a decision, hurling the rifle in his hands to Jiang Xuezhou.

"Catch!!"

Jiang Xuezhou, barely managing to catch the rifle that smashed against his chest, grunted and, without even time to take a breath, saw Night Ten scrambling towards the cabin door in confusion.

"What are you planning to do?!"

Night Ten didn’t answer her. His hands were already at the hatch, poking his head out and placing his right foot on the edge of the cabin.

"...Can’t just wait to die!"

He wasn’t afraid of death.

After all, it was just a matter of three days.

But—

He could come back to life, but that pilot couldn’t, and although he didn’t know the fellow’s name, he must have had his own family in Giant Stone City.

And some Class D researcher.

Having finally carried his family’s hopes and gotten into the Academy, it would be too much of a loss if he died here without rhyme or reason.

His brain was exceedingly calm, everything around him, including himself, formed a clear image in his mind.

Below the deck was the gun bay.

The 20mm and 37mm barrels were too thin, but the 155mm should be sufficient.

That thick, long gun barrel was already in sight. Night Ten unbuckled his waist to the fullest, gritted his teeth, and leaped out fiercely.

If this actually works—

Newton’s about to climb out of his coffin.

Just gotta trust in the quality of the exoskeleton!

"Ah ah ah!"

Leaping downwards, he landed on the base of the gun barrel, his arms and legs wrapping around it, and at that same moment, he locked the joints and motors of the "Type Five" exoskeleton.

Almost as soon as he finished doing all this, an enormous tearing force came from his waist, nearly squeezing all the air out of his lungs.

Even though the exoskeleton withstood more than ninety percent of the pulling force, nearly a ton of weight bearing the kinetic energy from a drop of a dozen meters slammed into his waist.

The grating sound of metal friction pierced his eardrums. The barrel bent downwards but, fortunately, didn’t break.

Pinned down by the weight of the entire transport plane on the bent barrel, Night Ten felt like a squashed ant, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets.

However, to his surprise, the process wasn’t painful.

At first, he thought his helmet had cut off extreme pain, but soon he realized he couldn’t feel the existence of his lower half at all.

Crap!

His spine was definitely broken.

But—

Night Ten cursed in his heart and struggled to move his gaze downwards. When he saw that huge hunk of iron hanging there, he finally sighed with relief.

The cable was sturdy enough, they say, to lift a Number One Tank, let alone a Viper light transport aircraft that weighs no more than ten tons.

As for Chu Guang’s exoskeleton, it appeared that the pre-war material technology was indeed not all talk.

To catch a plane falling from a thousand meters in the sky with the power of one person, he was satisfied to do such an awesome thing in his lifetime.

As for the next life...

He’d think about that in three days.

As he closed his eyes and logged out, the gunners inside the gun bay were tearfully watching the sacrificing soldier through the porthole.

Although they couldn’t see his eyes, they could feel the burning sincerity and determination.

They had no doubt—

He was a true warrior!

The pilot from Giant Stone City, sitting inside the cabin, also stared blankly at the figure suspended in the air outside the right window.

Even though his body was nearly severed into two by the ropes, his arms and legs still held on without a hint of slack.

Such loyalty!

Such heroism!

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a scorching tear involuntarily appeared in his eyes, which he wiped away with his arm, biting his teeth.

Farewell, brother!

Your will and ideals—

I will carry on for you!

Behind him in the cabin, Jiang Xue Zhou, leaning against a seat, had already cried into a mess of tears, gazing tearfully at the figure outside the cabin.

"No—don’t!"

Clinging to her Gauss Rifle, she only hated that she was useless, good for nothing without those high-tech equipments, and could only drag others down.

If only she were a bit stronger...

If she weren’t so afraid of heights that she dared not leave her seat, maybe the outcome would have been different...

The tears, big as beans, continued to fall one after another onto the cabin floor, her heart filled with regret, and from her trembling lips emerged a heart-wrenching sob.

At the same time, Jia En, standing beside the 400mm main gun, was looking in the direction where the transport plane fell.

His face wore a satisfied, vicious smile, as he waved his slightly bent index finger to the side with a gentle sweep.

That thick index finger, like the spoon of a master chef, made a dozen Batwing People, who were flapping their wings, leap from the falling transport aircraft. They seamlessly boarded the steel deck and relentlessly attacked the nearest Alliance Soldiers.

Although initially flustered, with time, he gradually mastered the strength of the biological armor.

With just a flick of his fingers or even a glance, he could send wave after wave of these fierce Batwing People rushing forward to tear his enemies to shreds.

This was as easy for him as breathing.

After being tormented by the Alliance’s planes and artillery for so long, losing several brave warriors he had personally named, this was finally a moment for him to feel vindicated and fiercely reclaim the face he had lost.

And he had picked it up himself!

However, at this moment, Jia En quickly remembered that these sharp-mouthed, hideous things were the transformed children of his tribe, and his cruel smile twisted again with hatred and pain.

"Ahhh! Gomo! It was you, wasn’t it! I should have thought of it when I was on the ground... Only you, only you, whom I trusted the most, could have done this without anyone noticing!"

Breeding was work that all Mutants had done, but delivering babies was The Church’s duty.

As the high priest, only that guy could secretly cause the Qi Tribe to lose a thousand newborns.

Perhaps even more than a thousand!

Otherwise, why would they exert so much effort giving birth, tirelessly coupling in the pens with those bipedal animals, yet the tribe still only had so few people?!

This shameful guy—

On his lips, he claimed to stand with the Mutants, but his ass was still planted on the side of the Old Humans, not considering the people of the Qi Tribe his own at all!

He should have seen it earlier; those old things were all the same, following the "Ancestors’" teachings was plainly full of malice!

After he returned, he would crush that old man’s head! He’d negotiate again with those bipedal shamans!

But before that—

He had to make sure these poor children died with value.

"Go! Tear them apart! Shred everyone you see!!!"

He howled in rage, clenching the sharp claws he extended forward.

Under the siege of countless batwing people, another fireball spiraled down from the night sky, plummeting heavily toward one side of the deck.

It was a W-2 attack aircraft with a broken wing.

After depleting its ammunition, it didn’t choose to make an emergency landing on the ground but rather fired at them with a handgun to entice the batwing people, then crashed onto the deck with them in tow.

Flames boiled on the steel deck, and soldiers around quickly dodged aside, watching the fearful postures of those people, Jia En’s face twisted with a maniacal grin.

"Ha ha ha! Die! All of you go to die—"

As he ranted madly, the players also took notice of this unique monster.

All other Variants had flesh wings connected to their arms and waist, but this one had wings growing out of its back.

"Holy shit?! Illidan?!"

Where’s your damned warglaives?!

Locking eyes with the boss, Silver Sword was utterly dumbfounded, his rifle in his hands jamming from shock.

As he cleared the jammed bullet from the receiver, Silver Daddy, dressed in a K10 heavy exoskeleton, let out an excited roar.

He tossed aside his rifle, drew out the "[Jungle Corps’s Same Model Chainsaw]" he just bought from Huge Rock Military Industry yesterday, and charged forth.

"Ha ha, bring it on!"

Facing the four-meter-tall figure, Silver Daddy felt like an attacking dwarf. But he believed that in front of the chainsaw capable of cutting through anything, all beings were equal!

The broad blade’s hurricane howled as it slashed toward the boss’s chest.

However, the expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere didn’t happen.

The howling chainsaw blade couldn’t even slice off a hair from the beast’s chest before he felt as if a speeding train had struck him in the chest.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and Silver Daddy, with three deep gashes on his chest, flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily at the edge of the deck and rolling out, breaking through the damaged railing.

"Ah—!"

The long, drawn-out scream faded into the distance.

"Daddy!!!"

Watching Silver Daddy fall into the abyss, Silver Hand let out a roar of grief and fury, then turned around, his eyes filled with hatred as he locked onto the monster.

Silver Sword, who cleared the jammed ammunition, had raised his rifle again, venting his rage with the muzzle’s spitting flames.

"I’m going all out with you!!!"

Together, the two charged forward.

And then—

The two, who had just been revived not long ago, sent their heads over as a double gift.

Thick blood plasma rolled off his fingertips as Jia En, who chewed bones in his mouth, was covered in blood, his eyes emitting a frightening fierce light.

Stirred into ferocity, he was no longer content to sit and command, he actively charged toward the crowded areas, wielding his claws and stirring up a storm of blood and gore.

Old White and his group, who had rushed to the middle of the deck, showed astonishment on their faces.

Corner Old Six swallowed and looked toward the Item Carrier.

"Did you bring any canisters with you?"

To which the Item Carrier replied with a wry smile.

"Who the hell would bring that thing?!"

"Where is that bastard Night Ten?" Finally realizing someone was missing, Quit Smoking quickly looked around for Night Ten’s figure but didn’t see him.

He remembered Night Ten had a Gauss Rifle, which should be effective against that boss; he just didn’t know if he had it on him.

Wild Wind spoke gravely.

"I don’t know, I got off the plane before him... Did he even come down?"

Quit Smoking was stunned for a moment, recalling that Wild Wind seemed to be the last one to come down from the plane. He was instantly alarmed.

"Fuck! He couldn’t have been on the plane that just crashed?!"

While he was speaking, a plane emitting smoke suddenly crashed sideways into the deck, its landing gear snapped, and it flipped and fell over.

Looking closely, half of the left wing of the plane had been torn off.

Several Variants pounced on it, ferociously gnawing at the cockpit before a burst of gunfire rang out.

There was no time to deal with the distant BOSS, the priority was naturally to save people.

Fang Chang immediately drew an Explosive Arrow and nocked it to his bowstring, shooting the nearest Variant with an arrow.

The flickering flame exploded on the creature’s back, and the nearby Variants were plastered with shrapnel, their backs and wings connected to their arms a bloody mess.

The intense pain made them temporarily stop their gnawing and look up, emitting painful cries.

Just then, a series of orange tracer rounds pounced on them, continuously blowing their heads apart.

Old White charged ahead and split the head of the one perched on the fuselage with his axe.

Falling Feather was breathing lightly in the cockpit, his chest and shoulders bitten to a bloody mess, he was already done for.

But he didn’t immediately die.

Scarlet tendrils emerged from his wounds, stitching up his injured flesh, visibly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank—"

Before he could finish his "thanks," Old White, wielding the Thermal Cutting Axe, split his cockpit with another axe blow.

Seeing sparks flying, the dying Falling Feather was startled, both enlivened and shocked.

"What the fuck?! What are you doing?"

"Borrowing this!"

Old White stashed the axe, grabbed the bottom of the cockpit cover with both hands, and with a fierce pull, yanked the 20mm cannon, including its ammunition feeder, right out.

Watching Old White dismantle his seat without so much as a tool, Falling Feather’s eyes bulged in astonishment.

"What the fuck?! I’m already out of ammo—"

Before he could finish, Fang Chang, wearing an Exoskeleton, was seen carrying a supply box, running over from the direction of the hangar.

"Catch!"

As he shouted, Fang Chang threw the box he had carried on his shoulder towards Old White.

"Thanks, brother!"

Catching it in unison, Old White punched off the lock and swiftly inserted the orange ammo belt into the feeder.

Holding the barrel in one hand and the gun case in the other, he aimed the barrel at the distant BOSS waving its claws and a vicious smile spread across his face.

"Die!!"

With that exclamation, he pulled the trigger.

A thick tongue of flame shot forward, and the roaring cannon clamored on the deck, a series of orange traces rushed towards Jia En.

Old White, armored in power armor, resembled a human-shaped tank, and the flame from the barrel made his breastplate gleam.

The BOSS was solidly riddled with machine gun fire, flesh torn and blood spattered, emitting a painful roar.

Yet, to everyone’s amazement, it didn’t fall and took the barrage with its organic body!

Quit Smoking’s eyes widened in shock, swallowing saliva.

"Holy shit?! Are they cheating?!"

Old White was also taken aback, clearly stunned by this incredible defense.

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

Standing to the side, Wild Wind showed no surprise, he touched his nose and calmly stated,

"Let’s rationalize this... It weighs at least half a ton. With the lift provided by its wings, it reaches a top speed of nearly a hundred yards. Its muscle strength is probably stronger than steel."

"Maybe it even has self-repair capabilities..." Fang Chang cast a glance at the almost completely healed wound on Falling Feather’s chest, then squinted his eyes back towards that winged creature.

The "Mutated slime fungus" itself is a gene bank storing massive DNA information, and Nago is precisely what the Torch Church synthesized from extracting part of these genes.

Since it was also a product of the Torch Church’s handiwork, it was very likely that they had implanted similar genetic fragments in this monster... if conditions allowed.

Seeing the leader getting hammered by machinegun fire, the Variants fluttering their wings around him went crazy and pounced on Old White.

Old White, unable to be bothered with that guy and seeing that he couldn’t break through the defense, simply moved the gun barrel to point at the incoming Variants.

These minor underlings didn’t have such exaggerated defenses, and in the face of 20mm caliber shells, they were instantly ground into a pulp.

Watching his underlings getting continuously harvested by the power armor, Jia En roared furiously and lunged at him.

However, before he had even taken two steps, a sense of looming crisis crawled over his mind, and almost instinctively, he moved an inch to the side.

A piercing pain tore through his flesh from behind, penetrating his chest.

Jia En let out a painful howl, staggered forward two steps with the massive kinetic force, and then furiously turned back.

He saw an azure power armor standing at the lift’s exit, holding a rifle in his hand that resembled a hollowed-out tuning fork in the middle.

Jia En’s pupils shrank instantly.

The blue-painted armor!

There was no mistaking it!

"It’s you!! The leader of the Alliance! Hahaha!!!"

His face, twisted in pain, turned gradually to wild joy, and he let out a satisfying, hearty laugh as his feet powerfully pushed off the deck, leaping up.

His flapping wings stirred up a massive airflow, knocking the encircling players and Guards into disarray.

Amidst that raging airflow, aiming and shooting were out of the question.

If it weren’t for the heavy exoskeleton, it might be tough just to stand!

Chu Guang, standing beside the lift, just watched the guy flying into the sky expressionlessly, retracted his charged Gauss Rifle, and slowly drew the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer hanging on his back.

A simple piercing wound would probably not kill it.

Through the helmet visor of the power armor, he saw the wound made by the Gauss Rifle healing at a visible rate.

And that wasn’t the only weird thing about this guy.

He had aimed at the left chest, but the hit had deviated to the right chest. It was possible this guy had powers similar to those of the Perception Awakeners.

"What a twisted fellow."

"Does seeing me excite you that much?"

His steady voice traveled through the speakers into the sky, and as he heard the man below admit his identity, Jia En’s smile became even more ecstatic, with every cell in his body trembling with excitement.

It wasn’t just him who was excited—

So were the bystanders far from the battlefield.

Watching the footage from the drone on the research ship, Yang Kai was stunned, his coffee spilling onto his pants without him even realizing.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

He murmured to himself, feeling helpless and astonished at a possibility Dr. Conclusion hadn’t accounted for.

Alzu, standing hundreds of kilometers away, felt the same.

Perceiving Chu Guang’s presence through Jia En’s biological armor, he first opened his eyes wide in disbelief, then a wild joy crossed his face.

His heart was so excited that it nearly jumped into his throat as he cheered into the pitch-black night.

"Kill him! Take him down now!"

He hadn’t expected the Alliance Manager to be on that airship!

This was truly hitting the jackpot!

As long as that man was dead—

All troubles would be easily solved!

Without the need for a reminder from the voice in his head, Jia En did indeed plan to do just that.

Although the azure power armor gave him a slight sense of menace, he did not take that inexplicable threat to heart.

He had inquired about the information regarding the Alliance Manager, both the man himself and the armor he always wore.

After all, it was just a piece of security-powered armor produced by Carlos Industries. Although its protective ability was indeed remarkable, its combat power and mobility were not outstanding.

And what if the protection was strong?

He could simply toss that lump of iron overboard, just like an eagle dealing with a turtle, smashing it to smithereens!

"Ah... I’m so excited, so excited my muscles are trembling! I didn’t expect tonight’s hunt to yield such a prize..."

Looking down at the armor standing on the deck, Jia En licked his dry lips as all his muscles tensed up.

"I hear you’re the strongest of the Alliance, I hope your blood is different from those weak sheep and can entertain me for a while."

"I’m going to savor it slowly."

He was like a beast poised to pounce.

Fully prepared and ready.

While he taunted with his mouth, his eyes were also meticulously searching for the prey’s weaknesses.

Chu Guang, standing on the deck, was doing the same, staring intently at the beast flying in the sky.

The warhammer in his hand was building up savage power, compressing the flowing air into an invisible wall.

It had been some time since he last fought.

But he had never neglected the tempering of his flesh.

Not to mention the countless deaths he had faced in his dreams...

Combat was like instinct, already etched into his DNA, and released through each awakening.

"Xiao Qi."

A reliable voice came from beside him.

"I got it, master!"

There was no need for further words where such understanding existed.

Hearing that ever-energetic voice, Chu Guang’s lips curled into a faint smile.

At the same time, Jia En seemed to finally spot the weakness he was looking for, plummeting down like a vulture diving from the sky.

"Die for me!"

Propelled by his wings, that four-meter-tall body crashed down like a cannonball, heavily aimed at Chu Guang standing before the elevator.

Jia En had no doubt.

Even without using his claws that could shred steel, the sheer kinetic energy alone would be enough to turn the azure power armor in front of him into a heap of scrap.

However—

What he could never have expected happened.

Despite standing there, without moving an inch from start to finish, an irresistible force of attraction abruptly diverted his dive off its original trajectory.

The more he resisted that force, trying to break free by flapping faster, the more unyielding and inexorable it became, firmly pressing down on his head that he tried to lift.

"Aaaaah!!"

Jia En let out a defiant roar, then like an uprooted onion, he crashed with a bang, just a step away from Chu Guang onto the deck.

It must be said his head was indeed hard, smashing his face and nose bridge against the steel deck so hard that it dented, and his arms in front of him were buried into it.

Jia En felt his head was in a whirl, dizzy, unsure if he had managed to take out that lump of iron.

At this moment—

The steps in front of him sent his mood plummeting into the abyss, and boundless terror crawled over his entire body starting from the back of his exposed neck.

He struggled desperately to rise, but it was too late.

A commanding voice floated into his ears.

"Who gave you the permission to kneel."

Looking down at the life in front of him writhing like a maggot, Chu Guang, gripping the handle of the hammer with both hands, swung the warhammer from below, upward.

"—Get up!"

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(Small cold, not a big issue.)

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