bookandnovel Chapter 81 Warhound-level Titan
Chapter 81 Warhound-level Titan
Chapter 80 Warhound-level Titan
"Think about it." Pym leaned forward, lowering his voice as if imparting some unspeakable secret, "When young Master Lorraine returned to the Earl's mansion and faced the Countess's meticulously prepared deadly trap, just as he was preparing to fight to the death—the magic circle that was supposed to kill him suddenly malfunctioned."
"Or to put it more cleverly, control of that magic circle has jumped directly into his hands."
A bright, greedy smile spread across Pym's face.
"At that time, I just need to stand next to him and gently press this button."
Pym made a switch-pressing gesture in mid-air. "This is not only a life-saving grace, but it also directly handed the Countess's life to him. What do you call that?"
""
The assistant swallowed hard and answered tremblingly, "This—this is called a pledge of allegiance?"
"Wrong!" Pym slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "This is called leading the Series A funding round after the angel round! This is called adding icing on the cake after providing timely help!"
This is called completely binding the interests of our Alchemists' Guild to the future Frostwolf Lord's warship!
He looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, as if he could already see that glorious future.
"Lorraine's ability to survive so long in the snowfields proves his strength; the Countess's fear of him proves his authority. And we—"
Pym pointed to his chest. "We have vision, and we have the technology."
"Remember, true businessmen never gamble on luck. We only manipulate the outcome."
The assistant was dumbfounded. Looking at the boss in front of him, who usually only cared about petty profits, he now felt that the boss's image was incredibly tall and imposing, even exuding a chilling ruthlessness and wisdom.
"Got it?" Pym glanced at him sideways.
"Understood—Understood!" The assistant nodded frantically, then flashed a fawning smile. "The chairman is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! So, when we set up the formation this time, shouldn't we add a little something extra?"
"That's natural."
Pym leaned back in his chair, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Since the Countess paid such a premium price, I'll create a top-tier magic circle for her. Only, the back door of this magic circle is a little too wide—"
The carriage crunched and creaked as it rolled over the snow, heading towards the Alchemist's Guild.
Inside the brightly lit Earl's mansion, the Countess remained intently focused on the "Book of Conferment," fantasizing about the impending victory.
Little did she know that what she bought with a large sum of money was not a shield to save her life, but a noose that had already been tied for her.
On this chessboard where interests intertwine, no one is innocent. The only difference lies in who the player is and who the piece is about to be captured.
Pym closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on his knees in a rhythm.
"Young Master Lorraine, I've set up the stage for you. Now, let's see if your performance is loud enough."
The second level of the Tower of Babel, the Titan Forge area.
The air was filled with the smell of stale engine oil, mixed with the rusty smell of decaying metal. The huge ventilation pipes that were originally used for ventilation had long since stopped working, as silent as the esophagus of a giant beast.
Lorraine walked at the front, his leather boots echoing hollowly on the oil-stained grating floor.
He carried a portable magic lantern, its beam piercing through the darkness that had lingered for millennia, illuminating the piles of discarded parts stacked like mountains on either side.
"Young Master, the concentration of magic energy here is abnormal."
Anna followed closely beside Lorraine, a pale flame constantly flickering in her palm.
She stared warily at the enormous shadows around her, her voice low as if afraid of waking something, "At least three times higher than the first level, my spark is restless."
"A high altitude is a good thing; it means we're looking in the right place."
Lorraine stopped in her tracks, her gaze passing through the tangled pipes to a wide, open circular space ahead.
That area used to be the core of the assembly workshop. The ground was cast from a single piece of high-strength alloy. Although it was covered with scratches and charred marks, it was flat enough and large enough to accommodate the entire camp.
"Right here."
Lorraine raised his hand, signaling the group to halt. His gaze swept across the surroundings. "Clear any obstacles and prepare to set up camp. We'll spend the night here, and by the way—"
"Click—"
—"
A sickening metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out, interrupting Lorraine's command.
The sound did not come from afar, but from the enormous shadow cast by the scrap metal mountain beside them.
Everyone's movements froze in an instant.
Victor suddenly drew his greatsword, the chill emanating from its blade causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.
Lyra instinctively shrank behind Olivia, while the Orb of Unity of Opposites in Anna's hand began to spin wildly.
The pile of "scrap metal" moved.
A crimson light shone from the depths of the shadows; those were two enormous electronic prosthetic eyes, like searchlights.
Then, accompanied by the ear-piercing roar of the hydraulic transmission device, the behemoth slowly straightened up.
Fifteen meters high.
Its entire body is covered in thick adamantite armor, its left arm is a giant chainsaw sword that is still dripping black machine oil, and its right arm is a terrifying six-barreled rotary cannon.
Within the gaps in its chest armor, countless dark red fleshy buds were writhing—the "moment of transformation."
The traces of erosion left behind.
This is a living killing machine.
"Tier 4 mech - Warhound-class Titan".
Ohm's voice echoed in Lorraine's mind, a trembling, electrically charged tone, "And it's a berserk model parasitized by the power of the abyss! Its logic core has been burned out; now it only has kill commands!"
"roar--!!"
The Warhound-class Titan let out a roar that was half mechanical rumble and half beastly howl.
Those crimson electronic eyes instantly locked onto the tiny intruders, and the six-barreled machine gun on the right arm began to preheat and spin, emitting a deathly hum.
"spread!"
Lorraine's pupils constricted sharply, and he almost roared it out.
The next second, flames shot out.
"Da da da da da da one"
The bombs swept in like a metallic storm, striking the alloy floor and sending up a flurry of sparks.
Before the engineering golems responsible for transporting supplies could react, they were instantly torn into pieces scattered all over the ground.
This firepower density is simply beyond what the human body can withstand.
"Damn it, why is it such a huge thing right from the start!"
Lorraine slid sideways and dodged behind a load-bearing pillar, feeling the stone chips falling from above. He immediately grabbed a token that emitted spatial fluctuations in his hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, he poured his spiritual power into it.
"Camp relocation order, commence!"
Buzz!
Space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.
The air on the once empty battlefield was now violently distorted.
With a muffled roar, the twelve Witch Towers, which had been prepared in the warp, crashed down like a miracle, slamming right between the group and the Titans!
A solid third-tier city wall appeared out of thin air, isolating the fragile flesh from the storm of death.
"Anna! Melt it for me!"
Lorraine leaned against the inside of the city wall and gave a loud order.
"Yes, young master!"
The fear in Anna's eyes vanished instantly upon receiving the order.
She clasped her hands together abruptly, and the "Orb of Unity of Opposites" floating in front of her chest burst forth with dazzling white light.
The twelve Witch Towers lit up simultaneously, pale flames spiraling upwards along the towers and converging at the top into twelve destructive beams of light.
"Pale Flame!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a shrill sound as the air was instantly burned through.
Twelve pale fire streams converged into a thick beam of light, carrying a temperature high enough to vaporize steel, and blasted straight toward the core of the Warhound-class Titan's chest.
That was Anna's strongest attack to date; even a third-tier commander would perish on the spot.
However, a desperate scene unfolded.
Just as the pale flames were about to touch the Titan armor, a layer of pale purple, translucent light membrane appeared on its surface without warning.
Sizzle sizzle—
That was the sound of energy being absorbed.
The pale fire, capable of burning anything, struck the thin membrane of light and, like a drop of water hitting a sponge, instantly merged into it.
And what about the Titans protected by the light membrane?
Unharmed.
"Void Shield?!"
Staring at the enormous machine, even Ohm exclaimed in surprise, "This Warhound-class has actually been equipped with a Void Shield Generator?! That's cheat technology that redirects ranged attacks to subspace! Unless its generator is overloaded, all ranged attacks are ineffective!"
"Can you shut up and just tell me how to fight!"
Lorraine gritted her teeth and poked her head out.
At this moment, the Warhound-class Titan seemed to be enraged by the attack.
It took heavy strides, its adamantine feet scraping against the alloy ground, creating ear-piercing sparks. While suppressing the city walls with machine guns, it wielded its massive chainsaw sword, crashing down like a moving steel fortress.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless bombs slammed into the city walls, sending rubble flying.
The newly constructed defensive fortifications appeared to be in grave danger in the face of the firepower of the Tier 4 Titans.
"Although the Pale Flame can easily melt armor, this machine has an energy shield similar to Blade Winter; I can't break through it!"
Anna's face turned pale with anxiety. The fireball in her hand condensed and then dissipated. "Young Master, it's charging at us! It's only fifty meters away!"
Forty meters.
Thirty meters.
The earth was trembling, and the oppressive feeling was almost suffocating.
Once this fifteen-meter-tall monster charges into the camp, the chainsaw sword only needs to be swung once to level all the Witch Towers like building blocks.
"ohm!"
Lorraine turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed on the silver-haired girl beside her.
"I am here!"
"You have a skill in your panel called Mechanical Possession."
Lorraine yanked her up from the ground, pressing his hands against her trembling shoulders, looking directly into her panicked silver eyes. "This Titan is also a machine, can we hack into it?"
"It—its firewall is very thick, and it has chaotic abyssal code—" Ohm stammered, seemingly still thinking that he was just a machine soul that would be corrupted by the Moment of Change.
"I'm just asking if you can!"
Lorraine's voice suddenly rose, drowning out the sound of gunfire outside, "It's a machine, and you're the Witch of a Thousand Machines! If you can't handle it, we'll all be mincemeat today!"
Boom!
With a loud crash, half of a corner of the city wall was shaved off by a chainsaw sword, and rubble rained down.
Titan's hideous mechanical head had appeared above the gap, its crimson eyes fixed on the crowd below.
Ohm shuddered. She glanced at Lorraine's unwavering trust in her eyes, then at the massive creature wreaking havoc outside.
"able!"
The girl bit her lip, her originally timid eyes instantly becoming incredibly sharp, countless blue data streams frantically scrolling through the depths of her pupils.
"Anything that's a machine is my slave!"
"Young master, hold me tight."
Ohm suddenly said this out of the blue.
Before Lorraine could react, the light in the girl's eyes suddenly went out, and she collapsed forward limply as if her bones had been removed.
Lorraine instinctively reached out and caught the petite body steadily in his arms.
It feels warm and soft to the touch.
This body, reshaped through a witch's ascension ritual, is unbelievably perfect, with skin as smooth as white porcelain and a milky fragrance unique to young girls.
But on the other side of the battlefield, a powerful and terrifying will awakened.
Sizzle—!
The Warhound-class Titan, who was wielding its chainsaw sword in preparation to shatter the city wall, suddenly experienced a strange pause in its movements.
Its massive mechanical head jerked back sharply, and a dark blue stream of data suddenly surged from its originally scarlet and ferocious electronic eyes.
"Unauthorized intrusion detected — Firewall started — Error — Error —"
Intermittent electronic synthesized sounds emanated from Titan's loudspeaker, making the previously fluid killing motions appear stiff and unnatural.
Its left arm seemed to be swinging a sword, while its right arm was trying to raise a gun to aim at itself, as if two souls were fighting to the death inside this steel body.
"Ugh! This big idiot's brain is full of garbage code! How disgusting!"
Although Ohm's eyes were closed, he was humming unconsciously in Lorraine's arms, his brows furrowed, as if he were going through a difficult tug-of-war. "Get out of here!"
With her sharp cry, Lorraine clearly saw the Titan machine shudder.
Immediately afterwards, the pale purple void shield that had enveloped Titan's body and left Anna helpless flickered twice like a faulty light bulb, and then popped.
It was completely extinguished.
The massive steel body was exposed to the air without any protection.
opportunity!
Without Lorraine needing to speak, Anna, who was already poised to act, instantly seized this fleeting opportunity.
This Flame Witch, who rose from the bottom, possesses a combat instinct as sharp as a wild beast guarding its prey.
Without the slightest hesitation, she frantically squeezed out all the remaining magic power in her body.
"Go to hell!!"
Anna screamed, her voice filled with extreme fear for Lorraine's safety, which transformed into the most ferocious killing intent.
The twelve witch towers roared once more.
This time, instead of scattered streams of fire, Anna forcibly compressed all the pale flames into a thin white line as thin as a hair.
That wasn't a flame.
That was high-temperature plasma compressed to its extreme.
The white line silently sliced through the dust-filled air, and with lightning speed, precisely pierced the chest armor of the Warhound-class Titan.
Without the Void Shield to block it, the so-called Adamantine Armor was as smooth as a hot knife through butter in front of the Pale Flame.
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It was a chilling sound of melting.
The white line pierced through the Titan's half-meter-thick chest armor in an instant, accurately hitting the energy core buried deep inside.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Titan's massive body froze instantly, his raised chainsword hanging in mid-air, unable to fall.