My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 601 520: Night of the Thorned Toxic Path (Part 5) [Double-Length]

Seeing everyone around him moving as if facing a great enemy, the mercenary looked left and right:

"What do you mean by battle chariot?"

"It's exactly what you think it means."

A second round of explosions followed closely, this time the entire armored vehicle nearly flipped over, and the precision electronic instruments malfunctioned completely under the interference of electronic fog, spinning out of control.

Sparks crackled from exposed wires, detecting major damage inside the vehicle, the outer protective armor automatically lowered, plunging the interior into darkness. The mercenary lunged at the periscope, trying to see what exactly had attacked them.

His vision passed over a hundred meters to the horizon of the distant road, slowly revealing the silhouette of a bizarrely shaped "armored vehicle," which looked like a product of flesh merged with metal, with muscles tightly twisted with steel cables, covered by dark green carapace, thick scales undulating as if breathing, then clamping shut like castanets!

That biological battle chariot, no... it was followed by an entire convoy, grandly heading their way, with the turret bases atop lighting up in a fixed sequence, dark green light spreading along the conduits to the barrels, as energy began to fill.

"God, what the hell is that..." the mercenary shouted.

"That's the army of the Insect Race." A sergeant exhaled a long breath and said.

"Insect Race..." The mercenary was dumbfounded, "Army?"

In his impression, the Insect Race was nothing but a wild and barbaric species, overrunning and devouring with the tactic of insect hordes through their prodigious reproductive abilities, leaving behind barren grounds wherever they passed.

He couldn't imagine the Insect Race being associated with the word army.

"You've been fighting against such an existence all along?"

"Those damn bugs aren't strong in technological research, but they're very good at replicating." The sergeant said, "Every time we develop a new generation of war machines, they replicate it at the fastest speed and put it into application."

"Isn't there core technology?"

"Who the hell knows, the replication is left to the 'factory,' those high-level Insect Races themselves probably don't even understand how those war machines operate." The sergeant said coldly.

He stood up, loudly commanding the mechanized troops to counterattack.

"Radar, quickly find out the enemy's 'factory,' their target is to seize these people, they need the knowledge in their brains. If the line of defense falls, even if it means killing them ourselves, we must not let them fall into the hands of the Insect Race."

"Kill?" The mercenary stared wide-eyed, looking at the firmly seated science scholars on both sides, only to find those seemingly frail figures unflinching, with eyes resolutely firm. When the time comes, they would choose to end their own lives.

Soon, those dozens of Poisonous Torture War Chariots would be fully charged, starting to exchange fire with the troops they were in. The sound of artillery was deafening, flames flew across the battlefield sky, as the army of predators charged into the convoy like a torrent, and the soldiers each jumped out of the vehicle to engage in close combat with the approaching predator swarm.

The sergeant raised his Explosive Gun, blasting an approaching Insect Race member, Logic Studio's Thermic Blade ejected, slicing the leaping predator in half from bottom to top, while the steel knife in his right hand extended at the same time, turning and stabbing straight into a predator attempting to sneak attack his head.

The Insect Race let out a hiss, and the man responded with an even louder battle cry, kicking the predator away fiercely, pulling out the steel knife, turning to charge to the other side, gripping the throat of an elite predator, stabbing the Thermic Blade into its lower jaw, then forcibly tearing it open by grasping its jaws!

This kind of scene occurred throughout the battlefield, as far as the eye could see, soldiers engaged in hand-to-hand combat with predators up close, fearlessly charging like fierce beasts, invoking admiration from the mercenary.

"Alright, I admit you Red Chu Celestial People are pretty cool besides being old-fashioned." Two mimicry pistols appeared in his hands, crossing at his shoulder.

"Come on, pay for the job, and clear the disaster for them!"

With that, he plunged into the bug heap, unleashing his firepower, becoming like a walking armory. The insect swarm flying across the sky hissed, their bodies ripped apart and smashed by dense stray bullets!

...

The two sides continued to battle until dawn, the battlefield was already littered with corpses, both Insect Race and soldiers, thick blood mixed together. The sergeant, with both legs severed, tied himself to the armored vehicle, shouting hoarsely not to retreat, wielding a Thermic Blade to command the few remaining subordinates, and shot the retreating deserter dead with a single shot.

"Press forward, damn it, press forward, do not retreat until the last drop of blood is shed!"

This scene was just a microcosm of the larger battlefield, such brutal battle conditions were happening everywhere, continually. Isolated and helpless, they were already prepared to be insect food when facing the Insect Race main force, luckily their breakout team got those science scholars out, now they were only striving to delay as much as possible.

The front line began to collapse step by step, until it completely fell, predators filled the sky, toppling armored vehicles, soldiers screamed as they fell backwards onto the ground, even solid alloy became their prey's food.

"No..." The sergeant hadn't finished shouting when a whistling dark green shell blasted him to pieces.

"Damn... damn..." Staring at the few pieces of the sergeant fallen in front of him, the mercenary crawled around embarrassedly on the ground, blood continually streaming from his eyes, drained of his Spiritual Power by the mimicry pistols.

"Looks like today I'm really screwed here."