Tempest Of The Stellar War Chapter 952
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“It’s a good spot, but it remains to be seen for who,” Wang Zheng replied.
Fire Falcon hovered. The mech’s stance was relaxed, and Facaul was clearly supremely confident. “20 years old, and specializing in three types of Ability X. And capable of achieving extremely difficult combinations. A good feel for mech operations. Such talent is rare even across the Milky Way. Given 10 years, you would definitely have a spot in X100, perhaps even top 50. And precisely because of this, I have no way of attracting you. Therefore, you must die. Any last words, you?”
Facaul was not showing off. His ability truly qualified him to speak in such a manner.
“… If I die, let the innocent go,” Wang Zheng said. The chances this time were slim. Even if he went all out, they were still slim.
Facaul laughed. “Are there any in this world that are innocent? With anyone else, I might prevaricate, but I want you to die knowing. In this world, there are only the strong and the weak. When have you ever heard a human talk terms with fowl?”
Mu Sen and the rest had to die. At this stage in the war, these grudges could not be dissolved. The political powers that be had no intention of doing so either. They would wipe the slate clean. Although the reaction would be slightly stronger, it was a loose end tied.
This was Wang Zheng’s first time meeting an opponent that could render the Analysis power ineffective. The fire red mech in front of him was completely one. There was not a single crack he could glimpse into.
Facaul felt it was a pity. To be able to naturally awaken mental clarity at this age. He had only managed it after he was 30 years old. And he was already in the X top 100. And this boy was just 20. A pity, but all the more that he must die.
His years of experience told him that letting someone like that live would be a terrifying thing.
The runic mech appeared clearly within Facaul’s senses. Both mecha had taken some damage. Facaul’s super mech had been restored, but the facilities here had not been sufficient. And Wang Zheng’s runic mech had sustained damage as well. Neither were suited to a long struggle. Victory would be decided in a short time.
A pure flame energy lit the skies. Facaul used his full power, which he had not even used against Heaven. Each Earth rank killer was very careful to guard their own secret. Each hidden trump card was another chance at life.
But here, Facaul would use his greatest power to defeat this opponent.
The flames were as gentle as breath. Wang Zheng was unsure how to deal with it. This was the peak of an Earth rank’s fire ability…
There was no end to it. Ultimate mastery, with no way to live. The person in front of him was really a demon. The Ability X that Wang Zheng had prided himself on had been outclassed.
When Ability X reached a certain level, it was not just simple harassment. It would form an energy field. When the gap was too large, it would directly inhibit the opponent’s Ability X.
This was no technique, but simply a complete shutdown in terms of ability and class.
Facaul had never used such power against someone who was two levels weaker than himself.
Only the Primordial Regression Technique was still working. Wang Zheng’s other senses had vanished in an instant. He was like a child brandishing a knife in front of an adult. Suddenly, his sword turned into a plastic toy.
Wang Zheng gave up on using Ability X, but instead formed a complete energy defense. In such times, that was the last key. At least he would not be crushed under the opponent’s Ability X pressure.
And what had triumphed was his cultivation technique, the Primordial Regression Technique. This had been his source of energy time and again. Wang Zheng readied himself with all that he had trained himself with in the past. That “torture” over and over again, it was still his inner energy that could face all. That thing that had made him puke and crumble so long, now he wished he could have some more of it, to help himself endure through, to give him the strength to defeat his opponent.
Facaul could not resist sighing. What a beautiful choice. A mental protection. Although he could not make it an attack, he could fashion a complete defense so his own Ability X could not create sufficient disturbance. Any other kid of his class would crumble under such pressure alone.
Only, all of this only served to fire Facaul’s determination to slay him. Weeds unrooted would grow with the wind!
Wood fueled fire. Tita Star’s energy was like an everlasting supply of firewood to him. He was unbeatable here.
Blue flames appeared on the titanium blade. That fire was resplendent like the night sky. The spots of light looked ever so warm.
At that moment, another battle had started.
An endless horde of human mecha had surrounded them from all sides. Each mech was disciplined and cold as steel.
“Execute Plan D. Each team fight freely. Eradicate the Tita people, go! Go! Go!”
Against an endless horizon of enemies, the Tita people had no other thoughts. They waited for the Titan’s command.
Rara Durai rode the largest giant mech. He pulled out his enormous titanium broadsword and pointed it to the sky. “Titan children, pull your swords. Defend our freedom with our lives. God, be with us!”
“God with us!”
This was roared in the Tita language, a declaration of war to the heavens. All the Tita soldiers charged forward as squads.
Human mecha and armored giants rushed forward like a river of iron. A frenzied and bloody struggle ensued.
Life was as fragile as paper in such a battle. Giants were cut down at the waist, and enemy mecha impaled on the long spears of the giants.
On the battlefield, all life was equal. No one lives forever.
Mu Lei could not help frowning. The casualty rate was trending high. The moment they clashed, he had lost over 1,000 mecha. Even though the enemy had paid an even higher price, these backward barbarian giants’ fighting power was higher than expected. It was very complete, and they were not afraid of death.
Normally in a battle, there was no such thing as 100% casualty rate. Once a troop lost a third of its force, the remaining two thirds would crumble, and what remained would be a slaughter, not a battle.
Mu Lei was the chess player, silently watching the pieces fall. He was neither happy nor sad. He was observing emotionlessly. Although the Tita people were extremely savage now, that was not out of his expectations. The battle had just begun. Battling on courage and rashness alone was something that humankind had left behind thousands of years ago. Battles needed order and discipline like steel.
The giants rushed the human mecha formation, but the human mecha retreated and advanced with order. They constantly flexed their formation and counter attacked. It has to be said that Rara Durai’s giant mech troops indeed could not be dealt with. All they met were in for a miserable time. But they only numbered slightly more than 100, and did not have much of an effect on the overall picture. Besides, after the initial panic of the human mecha, they quickly composed themselves. Most crucially, there was no way to use energy shields here, and these mecha were too big of a target. Their fighting power was savage, but they were also easily made targets of. As long as the mech army did not clash brainlessly.
The fight was bitter. Any ordinary army would have crumbled in such a situation. In the galaxy, mech armies capable of such courage and perseverance could not have numbered more than 10. But all those present were cold blooded elites trained by the nations. And these Tita people were fighting with the pride of aboriginal warriors.
Born for battle, died for battle.
One after another, the giants fell. But as long as they breathed, they continued to fight.
Death was a warrior’s last home. To fight for Tita was honor. Tita people were no cowards.
Mu Sen sat quietly. He could not see and could not hear, but he knew. The Tita mecha fell one by one. All the Tita intellectuals were silently praying. At this time, intellect had no use. Only the giants could defend Tita’s dignity and freedom.
God, if there really was a God, send us a sign.
On the other fight, Facaul made his move. Wang Zheng’s pupils shimmered with gold. All in!
The runic mech did not retreat, but gunned forward with a roar of its engines. The runic sword sliced out. A red bolt and a black bolt closed at the speed of light.
Wang Zheng had only one thought: he would break the impasse. Even if his Ability X was compromised, as long as he could attack, flesh could not withstand a super attack, even if they died together.
There was not even one second left before they met. Just before the mecha clashed, everything changed.
Time seemed to stop.
Wang Zheng only saw Facaul’s titanium blade gradually close.