Chapter 195 The battle of Nakor. (7) Tyrant-Class Heavy Infantry

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In an instant, the spear-wielder surged forward, the ground beneath him cracking from the sheer force of his leap. Lightning exploded from his spear as he thrust it toward Harlix's mech with blinding speed. Harlix reacted quickly, his remaining tentacles snapping up to deflect the attack. Sparks flew as lightning met reinforced metal, and the sheer power of the clash sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The woman, meanwhile, raised her hands, and the winds around her began to howl. The air itself seemed to bend to her will, swirling into a deadly vortex that lashed out at Harlix's mech. Pieces of debris and sharp fragments of metal were pulled into the storm, striking the mech with brutal force. Harlix growled, the playful edge in his tone replaced by irritation. "Ah, I see. You're not ordinary awakened. Interesting. But if you think you can—" A deafening crack interrupted him as the spear-wielder struck again, this time piercing one of the mech's lower limbs. Electricity surged through the appendage, causing it to spasm uncontrollably before it collapsed under its own weight. Harlix stumbled but quickly regained his balance, his machine compensating for the damage. "Impressive," he admitted, his tone now cold and calculating. "But this is far from over." He unleashed a barrage of missiles from hidden compartments in his mech, targeting both the siblings at once. The woman, with a flick of her wrist, redirected the missiles with a powerful gust of wind, sending them spiraling harmlessly into the distance. The spear-wielder closed the distance again, his weapon glowing brighter with every step. Harlix readied his remaining tentacles to intercept, but before they could strike, the woman's wind wrapped around her brother like a protective shield, propelling him faster than Harlix could react. With a roar, the man drove his spear into the mech's chest, the weapon embedding itself deep into its core. Lightning erupted from the point of impact, causing Harlix's systems to flicker as alarms blared inside the cockpit. "You've underestimated us," the woman said, her voice cutting through the chaos. "And now, you'll pay for your sins." But even as the mech sputtered and smoked, Harlix's laughter echoed ominously. "Do you think this is the end? You're far more entertaining than I expected. Let's see how far you can push me." With a sickening hiss, the mech began to transform, its damaged parts breaking away to reveal a sleeker, deadlier form beneath. Harlix's new form stood in stark contrast to the towering bulk of his earlier mecha. It was sleek, streamlined, and deceptively simple in appearance, looking no more imposing than the standard power armor sold on the high-end black market. Yet, despite its lack of heavy weaponry or overwhelming size, the air around him seemed to hum with an unnatural energy. Harlix's confidence was palpable, almost oppressive. "Mmm, this feels better," Harlix said, flexing his armored fingers and admiring his reflection in the glossy surface of his forearm. "A beautiful design, wouldn't you agree? One of its kind. I poured everything into this armor, all my research, all my experiments." He turned his glowing yellow eyes toward the siblings, his voice brimming with sinister pride. "You humans were my greatest inspiration. While I can't replicate some of your peculiar abilities, I've integrated the principles behind them into my technology. You should feel honored. You're about to witness perfection in motion." Before anyone could react, Harlix vanished in a flash of light. Harlix's laughter echoed again, this time more deranged. "Ah, there it is again! That magnificent power! Tell me, is it an extension of you, or something else?" He lashed out with his other whip, but the arm blocked that strike too, its sheer size and strength completely nullifying his attacks. Lilla stepped forward, her voice like ice. "You want answers, Harlix? Come and take them. But it'll cost you more than you're willing to pay." Her brother steadied himself, stepping into position beside her. The air around them began to shift and crackle, their combined powers surging to new heights. Harlix's grin widened. "Oh, how delightful! Show me, humans! Show me the full extent of your pathetic resistance!" The ground trembled beneath their feet as the three combatants prepared to clash once more, the storm of their battle threatening to consume everything around them. While the main forces were locked in a chaotic clash outside, the twin legion had already infiltrated the heart of the Nexum facility. The defenders, who had once stood proud with their advanced training and weapons, fell like leaves in a storm. The Twin Legion's superior armament and shielding, combined with their programmed battlefield expertise, made them an unstoppable force. Among Tier 1 units, they were unmatched, a nightmare of precision and efficiency. Leading the charge was a newly developed prototype, the Tyrant-Class Heavy Infantry, a masterpiece of Kalezar engineering. Towering over the standard Aegis units, this colossal war machine was the pinnacle of battlefield dominance. Its armor gleamed a cold, polished silver, reinforced to shrug off even the heaviest projectiles. Equipped with heavy plasma blasters capable of vaporizing multiple enemies in a single burst, energy shields that could absorb tremendous punishment, and melee disruptor blades that could slice through reinforced steel, it was both a juggernaut and a tactician. The Tyrant wasn't just a brute. Unlike the standard Aegis units, it was imbued with advanced tactical algorithms, making it not only a relentless killing machine but also a highly competent battlefield commander. It could adapt, strategize, and lead its squads with chilling precision. In the hierarchy of Kalezar forces, it replaced the elite royal guards, now serving as both protector and officer to their generals. Discover more stories at empire Its voice boomed across the comm channels, cold and devoid of any semblance of humanity. <<Squads 4 and 5 hold positions and secure the first five floors. Do not allow any breaches. Remaining squads, continue advancing. Our objective is total purge of all personnel within the facility. Show no mercy.>> The squads moved with terrifying synchronicity, their boots pounding against the steel floors as they swept through corridors, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. Defenders scrambled to regroup, but it was futile. Plasma bolts tore through cover like paper, and the advanced targeting systems of the Aegis Legion ensured no shot was wasted. Their energy shields absorbed return fire with ease, glowing momentarily with faint pulses of light before resetting to full capacity. There was no room for compromise or hesitation.

Chapter 195 The battle of Nakor. (7) Tyrant-Class Heavy Infantry

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