Chapter 1842: NO.457：Aomo without a proper battle cry will be ignored

NO. 457：Aomo without a proper battle cry will be ignored

Three minutes later, Development Department. Colony Breeding Facility. Control Room.

The shattered reinforced glass tank lay in the nutrient solution, each showing weak twitches and jumps, the two struggling juveniles, the missing orange‑yellow core……It's hard to say whether this scene was the work of a thief or a robber, but whether thief or robber is utterly irrelevant, for what the priests must do now is immediately lay layer upon layer of barriers and carve out numerous gaps in the briefly divided space——

Boom!!!

The booming roar was enough to prove the correctness of their decision; the pressure emanating from the High Priest's surroundings, which made nearby priests feel oppressed, kept pounding the tangible and intangible barriers, causing them to crack inch by inch until they could barely hold, while simultaneously expanding outward.

But fortunately, the commotion woke the parties involved: "Quick! Quick—rescue—"

"Already arranged."

Only now making this reaction, they are half a step slower than colleagues who had already anticipated things from the moment the alarm first sounded; thus, at this moment even some followers together with the bishops have joined the AI and degenerated persons' squads, running everywhere to salvage anything that can be counted as the organization's property regardless of actual ownership.

But frankly, it's quite arrogant.

Accessing the disaster statistics has no threshold; anyone who wishes can obtain them.

The casualty statistics for this large‑scale destruction of the control room are still being updated, and not to mention the monsters and their organizations whose fate is unknown; just counting the items that have completely vanished—certainly looted—there are nearly a hundred. Not only has the red‑warmed High Priest long since stopped merely hoping to see the damaged goods returned to the nutrient solution for inspection, but the followers who send items here for cultivation and genetic/structural adjustment are also involved.

"How could this happen?", "How can this be?", "Who exactly is it?" and similar murmurs never ceased, to the point that the lights on some cultivation devices flickered on—these are devices that draw negative emotions to fill the corrective energy base, showing that their anguish is far beyond the pain of losing a wallet or phone.

If one asks the cause, it is naturally because the 'products' inside the control room are inherently diverse and defective, most of them not being complete, viable lifeforms.

Therefore, for them to survive, for their owners to want them to survive, they must rely on the Beast Sect's members each gathering and submitting techniques to exchange for merit and internal currency.

Moreover, the opening of the Colony Breeding Facility was something no one had anticipated, and for those who possessed them it was nothing short of a surprise.

And now it is the fright after the surprise.

If they had never been given hope, they would not have fallen into despair; if they had never imagined seeing them shine again here, they would long ago have turned those half‑dead monster juveniles and materials into more tangible value.

For example—monster cards and capsules.

Unlike the Pokemon‑style technology of Ultraman elsewhere, the Beast Sect, due to its itinerant existence, strives to minimize resource consumption, so most members' monster capsules in the Sect are essentially 'dead objects' no different from monster cards.

Although they can likewise manifest monsters and have them obey commands, those monsters are merely zombies retaining their former instincts, and their understanding of orders relies on the mental link established with the user.

The technique of gathering monster information and forging it into a power vessel is itself quite common in the circle, but the implementations by different civilizations and researchers vary, leading to differences in efficiency and even in the appearance of the final product.

Take, for instance, the manufacture of cards—even the exact same Gomora card—the Beast Sect members' version and Aomo's version differ noticeably in artwork and material, which can be seen as the technical gap between the Befaras Alien's and Lipiya's Beta System.

Just as Befaras Alien can face Lipiya without pressure, and even the slight show of weakness at the end is merely because Zoffy arrived—so long as the crux of the technology is sound, even a more primitive formula or bulkier equipment does not hinder its usefulness, nor its ability to contend with higher‑level forces.

Its practicality is undeniable, but once one sees that the technology still has visible room for improvement, it's hard not to view the current high cost as a loss, prompting entry into the wait‑and‑see faction to consider other ways to make the monster information in hand more valuable——

——At this point, the opening of the Colony Breeding Facility is like fate's guidance, directing those worried and hesitant Beast Sect members to put their unwilling‑to‑liquidate 'assets' into the Sect's joint‑market 'fund'.

Far‑sighted, brothers. jpg

It is precisely this far‑sightedness that has them rushing here in panic at the alarm, then, after confirming their property is unharmed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Then doubt arose.

Doubt belongs to a minority; those people wonder what this alarm and destruction signify, while those stationed closer to the High Priest will be fortunate enough to witness his overly intense reaction.

So it was aimed at her goods?

——This speculation had no chance to be verified before the next second, when the alarm sounded again.

Sharper and more urgent, it almost instantly caused the bishops and priests to reveal an unmistakable beast‑like posture, which is less a prelude to combat than a pure psychological fluctuation.

"Level‑1 alert!!"

"Everyone has it! Activate Level‑1 alert mode!!"

After only a moment's surprise, they immediately treat it as fact and respond, with orders radiating outward from top to bottom, inside to outside; no one considers this an accident, and they are always experienced in such situations.

From recalling external liaison teams to guarding internal key points, to fully activating the perception system and preparing for spatial transfer, and so on, all done in one smooth motion, they readily display a proficiency that comes not just from multiple drills but from actual field experience.

"But what exactly is the situation? Did that little thief tamper with the key system?"

"The network!"

"Huh?"

"While walking and talking, the Wall of Sighs was breached, leaving the defenseless state lasting a full seven seconds."

"Go to the Holy Hall to safeguard the Synthetic Beast Framework; the security system detected at that moment a surge of data scanning the entire garrison's information reserves, so we must immediately disrupt all deployments, otherwise……"

After the priest beside him gave a brief explanation, the High Priest suddenly lifted his head, and the other priests who had reached various key points using super‑speed and instantaneous movement likewise, with the same sharp intuition, raised their heads to gaze upon the vast, all‑encompassing pressure of the Aether Space above.

There, the first thing to appear was a fleeting emblem.

Appearing and vanishing in less than 0.1 second, it was instantly followed by a whole pattern that pressed down and, within three seconds, unfolded into thirteen massive sigils expanding in sync, comprising large‑scale sealing arts from several different source‑energy schools.

But——

"It's Type III!" someone shouted.

This still falls within the range of practiced drills, not deviating from the agreed‑upon police‑action pattern, so dozens of giant beasts broke through the buildings, focusing their attacks on several key points without needing any command.

Bang!

The manifestation of the unknown force, appearing even closer than those known powers, caused the monster handler of the analyzing mechanical monster to envision a template that is not a source‑energy art.

"It's technology! High Priest! It's an unmarked stance‑based technique!"

"Never mind what technique it is! How much energy level does it take to break it?!"

Although concentrating all fire would surely break it, in order to conserve resources and manpower as much as possible, one cannot simply resort to a blanket F2A that wastes firepower and exposes weaknesses.

The premise of everyone doing their assigned job is precise allocation of manpower across each link.

"C! C‑rank!"

"C‑rank? That seems not a problem…", the commander thought.

Within the Beast Sect, there is its own standard for judging which energy fields can be shattered by brute force, and those standards have been used to conduct targeted groupings among the Sect's various departments.

Which team will break through the C‑energy‑level obstacle?

As for the A‑energy‑level barrier, which units should cooperate……All these tactics had been worked out in drills, so actual combat only requires applying the "formula".

Compared with previous drills, this situation, though sudden, does not seem all that hard to handle——

As he thought that, he heard a somewhat familiar battle cry.

In a flash, the conductor's thought speed must be at a realm beyond ordinary people to bear this great task, and his lightning-fast thinking also helped him realize where that familiarity came from.

It comes from the video that the high priest of old forced them to watch, and also from earlier, when they had not yet become monsters, having once seen on screen the mouth of the hero they had heard of.

"Sheyeeeeeeee!!"

That...

Zero?

(End of chapter)