Tempest Of The Stellar War Chapter 953
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In that moment, Wang Zheng realized just how wrong he was. Some distances could not be closed on will alone. The gap between him and Facaul was not just a simple matter of a decade’s time. It was much, much more, just like the Tita people and the invaders.
The two mecha quietened. The azure titanium blade had already pierced the runic mech.
The feeling was profound. It was very real. Wang Zheng, who had faced death countless times before this, felt how close it was for the first time.
No fear. There was no time for fear.
Facaul sighed gently. His greatest move, and also the ace which had helped him enter the X100 – Ability X time-stop, 0.5 seconds.
But it was enough.
The Fire Falcon kicked out with a leg, and the runic mech flew backwards. Facaul did not want a repeat of the last time, by giving his opponent a chance. Against a maniac, one must always be a step better prepared.
The runic mech fell at a high speed, spitting sparks. Even if the mech did not explode, his thrust of starry fire would be sufficient to ignite all the systems of the runic mech.
Following that, an explosion of blue fire filled the skies.
The mech, trailing heavy flames, fell into the gorge.
Facaul only paused for a second. He neither dwelled on nor was saddened by it. This was not the first and would not be the last. The mighty were those who survived. And ability was nothing in the face of luck. For example, him meeting himself was bad luck. Any amount of talent was useless.
The Fire Falcon mech flew at high speed towards the main battle. His performance was commensurate with his pay. He would not underestimate the Tita giants like Mu Lei. Those freaks fought decently and were unafraid of death. It was intimidating to deal with those who saw death as honor in battle, but there were many ways to deal with them. Such as eliminating their emotional support.
Such as Rara Durai.
That Titan was also one of his prey now.
He could be said to be the mind behind the titans. The Tita people’s morale would be reduced by half, maybe even completely.
In the main battle, the Tita army and the mech army were fighting rather savagely. In a little more than an hour, the casualties had already made Mu Lei fall over with surprise. In so many years, he had never seen such a reckless way of fighting.
Lan Kui’s troop was fighting as well, in cooperation with the Tita giants. At this phase of the battle, formations had already completely broken down, at least for the Tita people. They had no strict training, and they were fighting a war like this for the first time. To think about keeping formation was wishful thinking. And once the formation broke, the battle became even more difficult.
They did not know how long they had been fighting for. It seemed like so, so long. Lan Kui’s titanium blade ceaselessly cleaved on. He had killed five but had taken two cuts himself. He did not know where he was bleeding from, and that was not important. As long as he could move, he would fight.
In this moment, he was rather proud of himself. He was a fighter, a brave fighter. He was not as cowardly as he had imagined.
The Tita people continued to retreat under the pressure, and their enemy’s battle plan was becoming apparent. Surround and exterminate.
The Tita people did not break out of the surrounding mech army ring.
It was not that they were not brave, but their ability was simply too inferior.
And Mu Lei breathed a sigh of relief. The most volatile period of battle was over.
The fiercest fighting was still at the giant mech troops led by Rara Durai. They were at the periphery of the surrounding circle. Rara Durai continued to hold out. As the leader of the Tita people, he would only advance.
But each step met with countless impediments. Mecha, more than he could count, were rushing his way.
Mu Zhen was a warrior qualified to follow by Rara Durai’s side. This was an unparalleled honor. He was the Titan Guard. Mu Zhen’s fighting style was different from the average giant. He had a sense of when to advance and retreat in his savagery. It helped him analyze the situation.
Mu Zhen might have killed even more than Rara Durai, but the enemies were spread further than the eye could see.
At this moment, the sky rang out. A mech flew with a sonic boom. The Tita people’s flagging spirits were perked at this sound. Ada must have come!
He must have defeated the enemy and come to support them!
But the shadow that appeared in the sky was fire red. Facaul was looking for the Titan. A giant mech was too easy to spot, and crackling with intense electrical energy. He was definitely an unusual giant, to be able to utilize the external world’s energy.
Only, such a crude utility required no skill.
When the Tita giants saw that fire red figure, they felt themselves crumble. Because they knew that Ada had been fighting this demon. This red demon was the most terrifying. What awaited them was not Wang Zheng’s figure, but the Fire Demon.
Facaul swooped down, his mouth upturned in a cold smile. His fist boomed out.
The two mecha met squarely. Rara Durai was the only one who had not given in to despair. He refused to believe. He trusted in Wang Zheng’s continued existence more strongly than any other. He had seen the God’s appearance. It could not be true!
An intense collision, and Facaul had no thoughts of merely showing off. Especially at these times, he wanted to prove his value. Not for the sake of money, but for reputation, for networking. And he had to pay the price first, such as through using a flashy method of killing Rara Durai. Such a course of action would undoubtedly increase his own reputation. More importantly, he would crush the last straw of hope of the Tita people.
The super mech bounced off, while Rara Durai’s giant mech was sent staggering four or five steps.
The mech fighters did not dare to face the giant tanks head on. Even their tanks were like children faced with the giant armor.
Rara Durai charged almost as soon as he had gotten his footing. Facaul was taken aback. He had not expected this giant to be so powerful. That did not normally mean much, but rushing over after finishing off the runic mech had taken a toll on Facaul as well. But even so, a barbaric aboriginal should not pose too big of a problem.
Seeing Facaul bounce off, some mech fighters pulled out their penetrating rotators, but with a series of blasts, Facaul stopped them.
“Nobody interfere. I will fight the expert of Tita in a 1v1. I just squashed a small worm just now. And now, after you, Tita will be cleansed!”
Facaul’s voice was bright and clear. Through the mech’s amplifiers, it carried throughout the battlefield.
The surrounding mech fighters were stunned. With anyone else, they would have just fired and been done with it. Was he crazy? But this was a super soldier, a completely different existence from them. Even the allied general had to turn a blind eye sometimes.
Rara Durai raised his huge sword, waving back the thronging giants.
Facaul smiled slightly. “I just slaughtered the bastard you call ‘Ada.’ Fufu, you naïve aboriginals. When will you ever learn?”
Rara Durai was not eloquent, but his rage had already reached the boiling point. His only answer would be the sword in his hand.