noveltune Chapter 559 The Defeated Omnics
Chapter 559 The Defeated Omnics
The sound from the old chimney wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Tang Zijun's ears from a kilometer away.
Sensing the movements of Hawke's resistance forces, Old Chimney, and his men, Tang Zijun's lips curled into a smile. He then quickened his pace, immediately catching up with Xiao Yue, who was flying low at the front of the group. At this moment, Xiao Yue was like a monster, a captain-level figure even in the real world. His Zerg wings allowed him to fly effortlessly close to the ground at incredible speed. Running rapidly, Tang Zijun looked up and whispered, "Be careful. I'll go check things out first. Don't follow too closely." "Don't worry, I feel incredibly strong right now!" Xiao Yue grinned, his two scythe-like arms gleaming coldly. But Tang Zijun simply shook his head slightly. "I'm not joking. I didn't send you here to your deaths. Every one of you is crucial. As the only agents to come here, you must cherish this body as you would your own lives."
"Understood!" Xiao Yue nodded immediately upon hearing this, but then he frowned. "But how many of those AIs are there?" "Don't worry," Tang Zijun said, waving her arm.
hum!
A black card, its edges shimmering with an ominous glow, silently appeared between his clasped fingers. The ancient runes etched at the card's core suddenly lit up, radiating a profound darkness that distorted even space itself! "Henshin!"
A cold, low shout rang out, coinciding with the moment the dark blue core of the knight's belt, which had seemingly appeared out of thin air at his waist, burst forth with a blinding light. A stirring, metallic battle hymn erupted like an invisible shockwave.
A flash of black light, and a Kamen Rider armor, its lines as sharp and cold as a blade, entirely black except for the joints and compound eyes where ghostly silver energy patterns flowed, instantly covered Tang Zijun's entire body. Beneath the menacing horned helmet, two points of purple light shone from his cold compound eyes, like the eyes of an abyss locking onto their prey. A violent energy surge erupted from him, instantly scattering the surrounding debris and smoke. The moment the transformation was complete, Tang Zijun's sprinting speed not only did not decrease, but instead increased even further.
The frozen ground beneath his feet, where the terrifying shockwave of the knight's kick still lingered, suddenly churned violently like a boiling pool of ink. "Want to compare numbers?"
Twisted, writhing, bizarre humanoid figures, composed entirely of pure shadow, emerged silently from the ground like demons crawling out from the deepest depths of hell, and quickly scattered in all directions. They had no facial features, only black top hats and suits, radiating a chilling and deathly stillness that sent shivers down one's spine.
The Shadow Grunts!
These monsters, formed from the primordial power of the Shadow Kingdom and existing between reality and illusion, displayed terrifying battlefield adaptability the moment they appeared. Ignoring gravity, they slithered like flowing ink up the blasted outer walls, twisted metal supports, and even the vertical alloy surfaces of the stronghold, moving silently and swiftly, like a black plague spreading across a steel fortress. Like a black waterfall flowing backward, a massive number of Shadow Creatures surged into the stronghold from its outer walls, penetrating directly from the rear of the battlefield. One Shadow Creature silently flowed to the base of a firing omnic turret, its black arm extending like a venomous snake, merging directly into the alloy shell of the turret's base. The turret's metal structure visibly darkened and decayed, a few crackling sparks flashed, and the entire turret instantly fell silent.
Another shadow creature clung to a high-speed, quadrupedal android hunter as if it were a malignant tumor. The shadow spread and covered the android hunter like a living thing. The android hunter's internal intricate circuits and energy core were instantly corroded by the power of the shadow, short-circuited, and collapsed after exploding with a blinding spark.
This is the same method used when Shi Yuan controlled the AI; the power of shadow has a significant effect on influencing these technological energies.
Wherever the shadows passed, the android units were silently paralyzed. Their internal energy was utterly destroyed at the molecular level by the power of the shadows. There were no explosions, no flames, only cold death and the mournful sound of metal! This bizarre attack from the rear of the battlefield, completely defying the laws of physics, instantly disrupted the android forces within the stronghold. The offensive, which had been like a silver tide, was abruptly cut off by this torrent of black shadows. Outside the battlefield, Scáthach seemed to sense something and slightly raised her head.
"That's more like it."
His deep purple eyes gazed at the battlefield engulfed by shadows and flames, watching the shadowy figures spread like a black plague, a smile almost gleeful curving his lips. "The power of shadows shouldn't be so docile."
"It seems you have found the 'Great Power' of the Land of Shadows."
The Shadow Clan's unconventional attack instantly threw the normally perfectly functioning AI defenses into chaos. The program logic couldn't comprehend this attack, and defensive strategies failed instantly. These Shadow Clan members could storm the Temple of the God of Life in the Pocket Universe; infiltrating a small stronghold was naturally no problem for them. However, for the other side of this war, this silent torrent of black energy acted like a shot in the arm.
"Look at those shadows!"
A soldier, his face covered in blood and his power armor gauntlets shattered, pointed at the hordes of shadowy figures that were spreading and climbing across the walls, ceiling, and floor like a tidal wave. His voice trembled with extreme excitement and disbelief. "I'm not seeing things, am I? Yes, it's them! I saw them before in the Pocket Universe!"
"That's right! The Shadow Man!"
"I remember that feeling... cold, eerie, plagued, but... safe!"
Another soldier, who was leaning against cover and struggling to replace the last power source for his energy gun, saw a shadowy figure silently "dissolve" an omnic hunter in front of him who was about to launch an attack, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"They...they are..."
"Wolf Riders! It's the Shadow Legion of Wolf Riders!"
A hoarse yet ecstatic voice boomed through the communication channel. The old soldier, his mechanical arm severed, was wielding an alloy warhammer with his remaining metal arm, shouting, "Hahaha! Boss Fang, reinforcements are here! The Wolf Riders are here!"
"Wolf Riders!"
"The wolf riders are coming!!"
This name, like a curse, was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the flames in the hearts of all the warriors on the verge of despair. Their already surging morale exploded like a bonfire doused in gasoline, and a terrifying light shone in the eyes of every surviving warrior, as if new power had been injected into their bodies. This is understandable; those who could distinguish the Shadow Clan were all companions who had fought alongside Tang Zijun in the Pocket Universe, providing first-person perspective throughout the entire chaotic battle. Of course, their role was only to "cause" (cause).
Anyone who participated in that battle could never forget its grandeur. After all, it was the only victory since the new century in which a god of the era was directly defeated, a moment most worthy of remembrance. Therefore, upon seeing these beings exuding an ominous aura, the veterans instantly went berserk.
Meanwhile, Fang Xin, who was at the heart of the battle and being besieged by three heavy mechs, heard cries of sobbing and ecstatic shouts coming from the communication channel. His movements suddenly froze, and the power armor he was controlling staggered, narrowly avoiding an energy beam that grazed overhead.
He then quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the soldiers' fanatical gaze!
Beyond the crumbling omnipotent front, beyond the shadowy figures silently reaping lives like a black plague, his gaze instantly locked onto the black figure standing atop the high wall behind the stronghold. It was him.
It's really him!
The blood, sweat, and gunpowder stains on Fang Xin's face could not conceal the huge smile that bloomed in that instant.
That smile contained the excitement of a long-awaited reunion, and even more so, a kind of fervent and reassuring feeling, almost like a believer seeing a deity.
"Everyone, listen to my command!"
Fang Xin's roar, amplified by the power armor's loudspeakers, pierced through the clanging of metal and the hiss of energy, echoing throughout the entire base. "Keep up with the shadows and end this battle quickly!"
"Target—Central Control Room!"
"kill-!!"
He suddenly raised his battle blade, pointing it at the omnic units that were thrown into disarray by the rampage of the Shadow Clan.
A ferocious, tsunami-like battle cry erupted from the throats of every assault team member. As if injected with a powerful stimulant, everyone followed Fang Xin, launching a fearless, dagger-like charge. Morale—that invisible and intangible force that could determine victory or defeat on the battlefield—soared to its peak instantly because of the name "Wolf Riders," because of the shadowy figures descending like divine warriors, and because of the black figure standing defiantly at the entrance.
The Shadow Legion silently cleared the way ahead, creating chaos, with fanatical assault troops following closely behind, escalating the chaos into collapse.
Just then, Xiao Yue led the first batch of agents to the battlefield. They knew exactly what their objective was. After finding an entrance that led directly to the battlefield, they followed closely behind the Shadow Clan, picking up any weapons they could use to arm themselves and attack.
In another direction, Hawke's resistance fighters also scaled the wall; they were the closest to the stronghold, but had taken a roundabout route to gain higher ground. "Free fire! Cover fire!"
Hawke's shouts echoed in the ears of every rebel, and those who could no longer contain themselves had already raised their weapons. No explanations, no communication were needed; on this chaotic battlefield, everyone spontaneously united. They didn't need to know who each other was, nor who was friend, because there was only one enemy: aside from the omnics, any non-mechanical being was their ally.