The forge fire illuminated the newly engraved sword hilt’s inscription of the Battle Group Leader, as Ricardo’s genetic coding absorbed the spores in the green skins’ blood. Geller supported his body with a spiritual energy long sword, and under his think tank robe, a luminescent green liquid seeped out—so corrosive liquid that had modified the Protection Army had etched a beastman battle pattern on his abdon. Alvin’s communication request flickered seventeen tis on the tactical ocular, as the southern hemisphere raid force encountered a green-skinned war truck carrying Titan weapons. However, at this mont, Tai Shichen’s attention was caught by the chanical tentacle of the Founding General—the tip of the tentacle that was automatically writing a binary confession was clearly a part of the Ulu Power Claw. The orbital alert suddenly tore through the silence of victory, as fifteen green-skinned reinforcent fleets were breaking through the Mandeville Point. Tai Shichen wiped away the corrosive blood and watched the captured Founding General—the blue light of the electronic shackles reflected the flickering data stream in the chanical prosthetic eye on the other side. The corpses of the Protection Army, modified by Ulu, still twitched at the edge of the molten pool, with chanical tentacles unconsciously drawing rescue symbols on the ground.
The forge fire illuminated the newly engraved sword hilt’s inscription of the Battle Group Leader, as Ricardo’s genetic coding absorbed the spores in the green skins’ blood. Geller supported his body with a spiritual energy long sword, and under his think tank robe, a luminescent green liquid seeped out—so corrosive liquid that had modified the Protection Army had etched a beastman battle pattern on his abdon. Alvin’s communication request flickered seventeen tis on the tactical ocular, as the southern hemisphere raid force encountered a green-skinned war truck carrying Titan weapons. However, at this mont, Tai Shichen’s attention was caught by the chanical tentacle of the Founding General—the tip of the tentacle that was automatically writing a binary confession was clearly a part of the Ulu Power Claw. The verdigris atmosphere of the Steel Fla Furnace rippled under the shock of the orbital bombardnt, while Tai Shichen’s knuckles tapped on the tactical holographic table, with the star map projection overlapping with the spire groups below the Founding Temple, forming bizarre geotric patterns. The Technical Priest’s chanical tentacles suddenly halted on the data board surface, the rusty gear joints emitting a harsh grinding noise: "The planetary shield activated by the Founding General... needs thirty standard hours to decode."
The Battle Group Leader removed his hawk-beak-shaped helt, the scar crossing his brow bone on the left eye appeared alive under the forge fire. Through the crimson filters of the orbital scanner, he could clearly see Ulu’s war machines—a mobile fortress assembled from thirty combat strongholds was devouring the entire Founding area, while the mushroom spore cultivation tanks spread outward from the furnace core like cancerous tissue. Green-skinned technicians used rusty hydraulic clamps to weld the chanical arms of the Protection Army to the killing can chassis.
"Alvin." Tai Shichen’s voice sent a slight tremor through the tallic dust in the air, as the silver armor of the Battle Group Champion emitted a cold glow on the dim bridge, "Seven companies launching a raid from the southern hemisphere to cripple 80% of the green skins’ armored production within twenty-four hours." As he turned, his cape swept over the data board containing Ricardo’s genetic coding, with the numbers engraved by the Power Sword seeping a pale golden condensate.
The hydraulic gates of the underground tunnel gradually opened in the acidic steam, as the spiritual energy long sword of Think Tank Director Geller illuminated the walls defaced by the green skins—originally solemn holy emblems of the Sect of chanics altered into the grinning faces of beastn, with a luminescent green viscous liquid seeping between the gears. Tai Shichen fired two thermite bombs, vaporizing the killing cans hiding in the steam cloud before they could raise an alarm, as the modified green-skinned traps followed in succession: a rust-covered conveyor belt suddenly accelerated, flinging imp skeletons towards the Interstellar Warrior, while dangling cables discharged lightning potent enough to lt ceramic steel, and the entire passage abruptly flipped, threatening to dump everyone into a boiling slag pool.
"Twelve o’clock direction!" Geller’s psychic transmission was distinctly clear amidst the roar of blast bomb guns, as his longsword pierced the wall, the desecrated reliefs suddenly emitted shrieks. Tai Shichen felt the pulse of so enormous machinery underfoot—an eight-thousand-ton forging furnace converted into a war engine, with the beastman technicians crudely welding Titan limb remnants to the reactor shells, while the roar of steam pistons was interspersed with the screams of human Protection Army troops—their vocal organs replaced with infrasound cannons.
When the thirteenth trap was triggered, fine gold combat boots finally shattered the blast-proof door of the Holy Relic Library. The forest of chains hanging from the do emitted a tallic scraping sound that set teeth on edge, with each chain suspending modified Protection Army corpses, their chanical tentacles extending from eye sockets as ruby-made prosthetic eyes scanned the intruders. As Tai Shichen’s blast bomb gun shattered a corpse’s skull, all chains suddenly converged into an assassination array, with the think tank’s spiritual energy shield barely holding open half a ter of space in the death net in the nick of ti.
"For The Emperor!" The Battle Group Leader’s roar harmonized with the burst of fifty blast bomb guns, as the sparks from rotary chain-saw swords slicing through chains ignited like a teor shower. A modified Protection Army’s chanical tentacles suddenly sprayed corrosive liquid, forcing Tai Shichen to sidestep, with the dragon pattern relief on his shoulder armor being etched with charred marks—that was a war trophy mark carved personally by Ulu.
The do of the furnace core collapsed under the bombardnt of thermite bombs, dyeing the Throne Hall blood red with molten lava. From a throne modified from Titan remnants, Ulu rose, clutching half the corpse of an Interstellar Warrior still dripping with gene seed solution. "What are you shrimp doing back here to die?" The Green-skinned Warlord’s sound weapon made the steel beams tremble, as the dark green liquid sprayed from the rocket fuel tubes on his back spontaneously ignited in the air, forming a web of fire that encompassed the entire space.
Tai Shichen severed an onrushing magnetic chain with a molecular vibration sword, as the repair mark on Ulu’s right leg hydraulic joint stood out in the firelight—that was the last battle result left by Ricardo with a Power Axe. Suddenly, the Battle Group Leader cut off his jet pack for free fall, with the sword light cleaving in zero gravity deflected by the decomposition force field of the Power Claw. As ceramic steel fragnts splintered off his shoulder armor, he saw the human think tank skull embedded in the opponent’s breastplate—cramd with beastman runes on the skull and a miniature reactor embedded in the eye sockets.
The seventh collision shattered the fine gold floor, as Ulu’s Power Claw left five corrosive marks on Tai Shichen’s breastplate. As the Battle Group Leader rolled to evade, a thermite bomb launched from a sleeve sword grazed the green skin’s left rib—the components of a Star Realm Army issue reactor flickered at the armor seams. Geller’s spiritual energy chains suddenly lassoed Ulu’s ankle from the shadows, with the Think Tank Director bleeding from his seven orifices maintaining spiritual energy imprisonnt, as those chains were corroded by green skins’ blood into green smoke.
"This punch is for Ricardo!" Tai Shichen roared, driving the molecular vibration sword into the armor seams. As Ulu ripped open his breastplate to reveal the chest cavity embedded with a reactor, the Battle Group Leader’s hand had already crushed the Power Core—perfectly mirroring the heart-ripping action Ulu executed on Ricardo three months prior. As the boiling green blood vaporized into toxic mist in the high heat of the lava, Ulu’s massive body fell into the lava, with all green-skinned war machines simultaneously shutting down, while the technician bruisers stared blankly at the mushroom spore cultivation tanks which exploded in turn.
The orbital alert suddenly tore through the silence of victory, as fifteen green-skinned reinforcent fleets were breaking through the Mandeville Point. Tai Shichen wiped away the corrosive blood and watched the captured Founding General—the blue light of the electronic shackles reflected the flickering data stream in the chanical prosthetic eye on the other side. The corpses of the Protection Army, modified by Ulu, still twitched at the edge of the molten pool, with chanical tentacles unconsciously drawing rescue symbols on the ground.
The forge fire illuminated the newly engraved sword hilt’s inscription of the Battle Group Leader, as Ricardo’s genetic coding absorbed the spores in the green skins’ blood. Geller supported his body with a spiritual energy long sword, and under his think tank robe, a luminescent green liquid seeped out—so corrosive liquid that had modified the Protection Army had etched a beastman battle pattern on his abdon. Alvin’s communication request flickered seventeen tis on the tactical ocular, as the southern hemisphere raid force encountered a green-skinned war truck carrying Titan weapons.
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