Traveler of the River of Time and Space

Chapter 585 56: The New Swarm (Part 2)

Conventional exoskeleton armor simply cannot provide enough energy, only the reactor of the Fearless Mecha can supply sufficient power.

Boom boom boom!

The beam emitted by the thermite gun rapidly increases the temperature in the area, creating a large explosion at a critical point, while the penetrating power of the twin laser cannon is remarkable, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.

"WAAAGH!!!"

A somewhat mutilated hulking green giant charges out of the explosive flames, swinging a serrated sword as it turns to attack the nearest Fearless Mecha, which instantly ejects a power sword while the rocket propulsion behind bursts into flames, with two figures crossing over a hundred meters in less than a second.

Splurt.

Green blood gushes like a fountain from the orc leader's chest cavity, leaving a shocking scar on the nearly ten-centimeter thick external armor, soaking the ground with blood, as its massive figure slowly collapses, convulsing as it gradually dies.

On the other side.

The figure of the Fearless Mecha also stiffens in place, then slowly kneels on one knee as if losing power, its head protected entirely by metal droops little by little, ultimately collapsing with a boom.

The entire battlefield falls into silence.

Other Fearless Mechas silently march toward their fallen comrade, reaching out to lift its steel body, and carry its remains and tomb to the rear of the battlefield.

Mutual destruction.

Su Ziyu quietly watched the holographic projection before him, muttering in his heart: "Legendary Level power..."

This orc leader undoubtedly possessed Legendary Tier strength, and those warriors equipped with Fearless Mechas also reached Legendary combat prowess. However, unlike other worlds, because the destructive power of weapons in this world is simply too potent, even battles between the toughest Legendary warriors could be decided in an instant.

Whether it's the orc leader's terrifying brute force and WAAAGH force field, or the explosive power and power sword of the Fearless Mecha, the devastation generated in a split second is astonishing.

This combat is entirely a matter of taking a misstep could mean life or death!

.........

The first probing attack from the Orcs was ultimately blocked.

However, the brief victory brought no joy to anyone, as they discovered that the enemy's strength remained as formidable as the legends.

Even ordinary orc boys with machetes can handle three to four Star Realm soldiers, while other bomb boys, Spiritual Energy boys, and orc bosses exert tremendous pressure on the Empire's soldiers. The eerie WAAAGH force field is certainly one aspect, but the horrific physical constitution of the Orcs is also overwhelmingly impressive.

To put it simply, even the most ordinary orc machete boy can withstand a salvo from a heavy machine gun with just his body.

"Dissect their bodies."

"Collect the weapons from the battlefield and take them back to the lab for analysis," Empress Isabella calmly commanded, her gaze fixed on the heavens.

The orc weapons are extremely crude, imbued with a wild steampunk vibe.

However, their power exceeds expectations, ranging from small pistols to large assault rifles, and all sorts of strange weapons like vibration guns, dimensional guns, and peculiar cannons. Though they seem like scrap products, they still unleash immense power in the hands of orcs.

These weapons are replicas they made from trophies captured on the battlefield.

Most of the weapons resemble human ones, including power claws, serrated swords, and exoskeleton armor, clearly imitations of human equipment, yet crudely made, they still possess formidable combat capability.

Another portion of peculiar weapons might originate from the legendary Spirit Race, with dimensional shock weapons being their signature.

The Orcs used their strange mindset to replicate these powerful weapons.

"Send someone to clean up the battlefield!" said a man dressed as a general in a solemn tone.

On the battlefield.

In the places soaked with orc blood, strange spores had appeared, resembling small mushrooms. As soon as the command from the command room was issued, squads outfitted in protective gear emerged, wielding flamethrowers, spewing flames dozens of meters long, scorching flesh to ash and annihilating newly sprouted spores underground.

Rumble!

Explosions echoed continuously.

In the distance, small mushroom clouds rose, triggered by discharged cloud burst bombs, the flames accompanied by horrific heat, melting sand and gravel entirely.

Hair and flesh left behind by the Orcs would hatch new orcs, with the spores below quickly birthing new incubation chambers, containing newly born orcs. The Empire had long gathered intelligence in this aspect; only high-temperature flames can completely deactivate the spores.

Meanwhile.

On another side of the continent, brutal battles continued relentlessly.

Inside a massive hive spanning nearly fifty square kilometers, countless Hunters surged like a tidal wave toward the central region of the hive, already soaked with the blood of the swarm, everywhere piled with mound-like swarm corpses.