Chapter 442

Flash—

That was a brilliant slash—

More precisely, it was an attack utilizing magical power to create a near-substantial energy mass.

A slender and agile figure, like a meteor tearing through the darkness beneath the deep night sky, leaped up from the top of the building.

Black hair tips danced wildly in the magical power vortex, the hem of the school uniform skirt fluttering noisily.

Super-dense magical power condensed in her hand into a forty-meter-long blade of light.

The girl's slight figure formed a heart-stopping contrast with the forty-meter light blade; this giant blade made of an energy mass, the substantial attack it formed, was huge and beyond imagination.

The moment it appeared, it had already pressed down horizontally toward the neatly arranged Terracotta Army squads on the street below.

The instant it chopped down vertically—

The air of the entire street let out a dying shriek.

The blade edge friction with the atmosphere burst out tens of thousands of sparks, like falling stars dragging brilliant tail flames.

And the moment the super-dense energy mass came into contact with the ground, spacetime seemed to fall into a brief stagnation.

Boom—

The asphalt road surface within a hundred-meter radius collapsed like melted dark chocolate, exposed underground pipes twisting into abstract sculptures in the high temperature.

The ring-shaped air wall formed by the shockwave expanded outward at supersonic speed; building facades along the way peeled off in large sheets, turning to fine dust the instant they touched the blast wave.

The surface layer of the nearest concrete building clusters rippled with an eerie red light, steel skeletons melting and vaporizing in one-thousandth of a second, leaving behind giant craters with edges smooth as mirrors.

In mid-air, concrete blocks weighing several tons were flung up by the shockwave, like boulders tossed by an invisible giant hand, howling down with the breath of death.

Distant bronze ballistae were smashed in half at the waist, gears and bronze components scattering and shooting out amid the wailing of metal.

In this chaos, several terracotta figures flung backward traced parabolas in the air, their cracked bodies smashing through three layers of brick walls before embedding into the ground; beneath the cracked clay shells, precision gear arrays were faintly visible.

Some crashed right there, seemingly ceasing operation entirely.

And some…

Still maintained combat mode.

The super-tactical engines inside their clay shells emitted a sharp whine, severed limb cross-sections extending silver-white liquid metal, propping up their mangled remains amid the rapid flashing red light in their hollow eye sockets.

Like some kind of warning light.

Most likely also really proving that those really are mechanical electronic eyes.

Beneath their clay shells are purely products of Immortal Arts Neural Machinery, not some exoskeleton, nor some living person inside wearing and controlling them.

In a certain sense, these Terracotta Army are fundamentally the same kind of product as the Xuanwu Drone Swarm in the sky.

With the global regions the Qin Empire currently actually controls, the various resources and raw materials plundered can completely produce this kind of military-industrial product without any scruples.

And…

Not caring about the loss of these war weapons.

It used its only remaining arm to support its body, straightened up and turned its head, hollow eye sockets staring tightly at the original position, and lit up with urgent red light.

More terracotta figures awakened in the smoke and dust.

A certain mangled remains with only its upper body remaining suddenly raised its right arm, in the pervasive smoke and dust, locking onto the internal hostile reaction with some kind of scanning device.

The armor on that mangled arm suddenly cracked and reorganized—

Revealing a pitch-black…

Emitting a cold meaning…

Something like a cannon barrel…

—Immediately followed by a cannon-fire-like boom.

Bang—!!

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!

Not one sound, but a dense continuous series, hundreds of shooting trajectories tearing through the smoke screen, supersonic dark iron projectiles tracing death's spiral.

The sound of tearing through the air, capable of shattering glass hundreds of meters away.

After all, it's not just this one damaged terracotta figure transforming into a battery and firing; as long as they aren't eliminated on the spot, or completely lose the function to act…

Then the remaining terracotta figures will all immediately choose to fiercely counterattack the first time they recover action.

What is a war machine.

This is a war machine.

Besides directly firing cannons, transforming into batteries, the damaged terracotta figures.

There are also some terracotta figures that largely retain the integrity of their clay bodies.

Under covering fire, several other relatively intact combat units activated bronze long halberds, lightning patterns flowing on the halberd blades flickering like breath.

Dancing electric arcs wove into a power grid on the halberd blade surface, mechanical joints spraying high-pressure steam.

Then, they just strode forward with precise strides—

Like heavy-armored Knights, once again breaking into the center of the battlefield permeated with dust.

The Xuanwu Drone Swarm in the high altitude synchronously unfolded tactical envelopment, sniping and marking the rebellious elements scattering and fleeing.

Subsequent Terracotta Army entering this abandoned area were also blocking all vital traffic routes, crossbowmen raising their triggers simultaneously.

The moment the arrow rain covered the airspace, the pervasive blood mist Bounded Field was torn into flocculent remnant clouds.

Miserable cries accompanied by falling mangled remains, as if tons of flesh and blood rain were falling from the sky.

Some were pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows on the spot, pierced into sieves by crossbow bolts.

Also some Magic Race with strong bodies, tenacious vitality, and fairly high power ranks, pierced through the body by crossbow bolts, even torn in half at the waist…

Also didn't die on the spot, but screamed miserably as they fell, then crashed heavily onto the ground.

Almost didn't crash all over the ground.

The killing power of the crossbow bolts is secondary; the real focus lies in the seal, suppressing the vitality of those struck, interrupting their self-healing process, and disrupting their mana circulation.

As long as they endure a volley of arrow rain, yet don't drop dead directly...

Then they definitely have a certain amount of skill...

In a world like this, strength represents status; such targets should be able to know more intelligence, and are also the most suitable for capture.

When it comes down to it, this is just to screen out groups suitable for live capture.

Boom—

Like a massive typhoon exploding at close range.

The violent shockwave nearly raised visible layers of air waves, instantly sweeping away even the smoke, dust, and high temperatures that had just permeated the battlefield!

Separated by hundreds of meters of distance, those struck by the shock felt as if a hand grenade had been detonated right before them.

If they were truly ordinary people, even from a li away the remnant waves could shatter their internal organs.

However...

On this evening, the people able to appear here, no matter how you look at it, couldn't possibly have any ordinary people among them.

"Stop!"

The girl's angry shout pierced through the battlefield's roar.

Himeragi Yukina's horizontally gripped Seven-Style Assault Demon-Subduing Machine Gun — Sekkarou — was vibrating at high frequency.

The instant she spun and slashed, a torrent of mana compressed to the extreme surged wildly out along the divine rank vibration waveguide jutsu currently undergoing heterogenization.

As a weapon developed by the Lion King Agency to oppose magic race possessing special abilities, it is said only three exist in the world, unsuited for mass production, a secret weapon of the Lion King Agency.

It is no ordinary weapon, extremely powerful.

Himeragi Yukina, as a fourteen-year-old girl, despite being of orphan origin, worked very hard, becoming a Sword Witch at such a young age...

But logically speaking, she also shouldn't have been granted such a high-spec weapon.

It's just she was equally entrusted with a heavy responsibility, taking on the mission responsible for executing surveillance of the Fourth True Ancestor, said that once something amiss was discovered, she must eliminate the Fourth True Ancestor...

—To tell the truth, this is quite absurd.

Clearly not long before she was still an apprentice Sword Witch; because of this one mission she was hastily confirmed in post, only then obtaining the establishment.

Just such a tender girl, forcibly stuffed with an establishment, issued a weapon...

Then required to come alone, monitor a Magic Race king, and even said if the surveillance target would endanger the world, she must eliminate them...

It's just that Himeragi Yukina is, when it comes down to it, only fourteen, without much life resume or experience.

So despite also faintly feeling something wasn't quite right, she still forced herself to accept the mission.

But worldly affairs are impermanent, changing day by day.

In just a single morning or evening, the power structure of the entire star underwent earth-shattering changes, so the mission naturally became out of the question.

But a weapon is a weapon after all.

Now, when opposing the Qin Empire's spearhead, it still found its use.

Although because of the Empire's laws to collect all weapons under heaven, usually she hadn't used Sekkarou more than a few times, always hiding it away very carefully.

However...

At this moment, Himeragi Yukina still swung this Seven-Style Assault Demon-Subduing Machine Gun, unleashing unimaginable terrifying power.

To tell the truth, Himeragi Yukina just now was also startled, after all she herself had no mental preparation, because previously there had been no opportunity to use Sekkarou like this.

Just now was also under desperate circumstances, a subconscious attack, yet she didn't expect to cause such a huge commotion.

—It can be said, to a considerable extent...

—The strike just now was purely wasted...

But now, Himeragi Yukina has mental preparation, so she can instead attempt to exert its greater power and battle results as much as possible.

—Blade slash.

—Retract, draw arc.

—Easily firing off the roaming destruction light.

Shining.

This light, as if substantial.

Like a raging mana torrent, rapidly running and revolving in the circuits within the spear blade, responding to her will, intense resonance pulsing.

With just a slight urging, a giant slash composed of pure mana blocks would appear out of thin air.

Forty meters of substantial Mana Burst...

As long as one strike falls, even a mountain peak could be shaved off a section...

Accompanied by deafening gale, the destruction vortex was released. This vortex seemed able to distort space, producing high heat and Gang Wind that tears the atmosphere.

Objects blocking the front of this strike were severed and crushed without the slightest stagnation!

They disintegrated and pulverized like gravel, scattering in the surroundings.

Indeed...

This energy conversion rate is too high, too high, fundamentally not something of the same dimension!

Himeragi Yukina is very clear how it is; with Nangong-sensei's help, she entered with some difficulty, touching that existence of "Spiritual Energy".

Although in such a short time, even if she converted all her original Spiritual Power, it would be enough to condense a mere wisp of higher-dimensional energy—

But...

Its energy conversion rate is truly too astonishing.

No wonder Nangong-sensei would use antimatter and the Tunguska Explosion as analogies; after all there is just such a conjecture.

As long as there is 0.5 grams of antimatter, it is enough to produce power far more terrifying than an atomic bomb, absolutely a great extinction, great thunder calamity that devastates a thousand li!

And she currently still has no way to purify that wisp of higher-dimensional energy to the level of "True Qi"...

But it still overwhelmingly surpassed the supernatural powers she had mastered in the past.

However...

This should have been a piece of good news...

But—

Watching herself just penetrate a Terracotta Army Mors Team, at the End of the abandoned Street in the distance, dense and orderly Footsteps were already ringing out.

Countless war Machines displayed the phrase "Crowded" to the fullest.

Before they even got close, hundreds of dark blue beams had already pierced the air, Bombardment toward her Direction.

The girl's Pupils contracted violently, Subconsciously raising the gun handle, mobilizing Mors Strength.

Blocked it.

However, the Counter Effect transmitted from the tiger's mouth also made her Conscious of the huge Threat on the Opposite Side.

Her heart was also filled with desolation.

Clearly there was already a turning point...

But... why did it become like this...

Ah ah, the fact is also obvious, right, she and the others were definitely betrayed...

She took a deep breath, but still swung the weapon in her hand again, as the Xuexia Wolf's spear blade drew a perfect crescent moon, Materialized Magic Power blocks crushed the atmosphere along the way!

Just...

Even if just a little bit of high-Dimension energy could convert into extremely powerful Destructive force.

It also couldn't change the fact that the girl herself only possessed a trace of high-Dimension energy.

In this kind of squandering, the Magic Power Reserve that wasn't particularly abundant to begin with was rapidly about to be exhausted.

When the final Strike, the Remnant Wave shock turned the building glass within three li inside and out into powder, the girl at the Storm center also panted violently.

She looked at her trembling Palm, instinctively tightening her five fingers, the cold light of the drooping spear tip plowing out charred black gullies on the ground.

And at this time, the war Machines on the Opposite Side no longer continued to Step Forward.

But instead a Footstep sounded...

Consuming herself almost completely, preparing to capture alive? — A flash of such Thoughts crossed Himeragi Yukina's mind.

Simultaneously also saw that figure walking closer from the Darkness in the Front.

The Corner of her Mouth twitched.

Fourth True Ancestor...

Her Mors Original Mission Target...

But this is Naturally, after Xianshen Island completely fell, Other People might be able to hide themselves, but a figure like the Fourth True Ancestor fundamentally has no Method to be Low Profile.

Even if just to protect her own Younger Sister—

This lazy, weary Fellow had no choice but to accept the Qin Empire's olive branch, holding the golden rice bowl within the ancient system.

Cough cough...

That is to say— court eagle dog.

(Chapter End)