Chapter 196 The battle of Nakor. (8)

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The Tyrant-Class unit itself was a sight to behold on the battlefield. Leading from the front, it unleashed a torrent of destruction, its heavy plasma blaster obliterating entire groups of Nexum defenders with each pull of the trigger. When enemies attempted to close the distance, its disruptor blade ignited, humming with deadly energy as it carved through anything in its path. One defender, desperate and panicked, trowed a grenade toward the advancing behemoth. The explosion was deafening, filling the hallway with fire and shrapnel. But as the smoke cleared, the Tyrant emerged unscathed, its energy shield flickering briefly before stabilizing. It turned its glowing red visor toward the attacker and raised its plasma blaster, firing a single shot. The defender didn't even have time to scream. The Tyrant's cold, mechanical voice echoed through the facility's communications. <<Enemy resistance is minimal. Continue advance. Do not relent.>> Your journey continues with empire Unlike many of Cleo's creations, this Tyrant unit had escaped the chaotic "touch" of the infamous Rex virus. Designed and deployed just before Rex had time to work his peculiar brand of programming magic, it remained a pure Kaelzar killing machine, perfectly functional, utterly ruthless, and devoid of anything resembling mercy or empathy. It was a monster in every sense of the word. Inside the Nexum facility, the defenders morale was breaking. They were outmatched on every front. The Blood Legion was relentless, a hurricane of death that tore through their ranks with calculated efficiency. Desperate cries echoed through the communications. "Fall back to the main research lab! We need reinforcements!" But there were no reinforcements. Outside, the Nexum forces were struggling just to survive against the Mauler and the other Kaelzar forces. Inside, the Twin Legion advanced like a machine-driven tide, clearing room after room with brutal precision. In one corridor, a group of Nexum defenders attempted to mount a last stand. They barricaded themselves behind overturned desks and crates, aiming their weapons at the advancing legion. The Tyrant-Class unit stepped forward, its disruptor blade humming to life.Nôv(el)B\\jnn "Hold the line!" one of the defenders shouted, his voice trembling. "We can stop it!" The Tyrant tilted its head slightly, as if observing the barricade with cold curiosity. Then, with a single swing of its blade, it cut through the makeshift cover and the defenders behind it. Their screams were brief, lost in the sound of the blade's deadly hum. Behind the Tyrant, the Blood Legion swept in to finish the job, their plasma rifles firing with mechanical precision. The corridor was silent once more, save for the crackle of burning debris. <<All resistance in Sector 3 neutralized. Moving to next objective.>> The Tyrant led its forces deeper into the facility. Nexum's once-proud defenses were crumbling, and the experimental research stored within the lab was now at risk. But the Tyrant didn't care. It didn't feel pride or satisfaction. It didn't feel anything. The blood mist and tentacles consumed vast amounts of energy, and even experienced blood clan warriors risked death if they pushed themselves too far. "Nyra, are you insane!? You can't keep this up for long!" Lyra yelled, her eyes darting between her sister and Gustav as she tried to keep pace with the chaotic fight. Nyra grinned while her crimson eyes glowing with wild energy. "Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! This bastard isn't going to make a fool out of us!" Gustav let out another bone-shaking roar, his claws raking through the air as he charged Nyra. Despite her enhanced abilities, she struggled to push him back. His raw strength was overwhelming, and his strikes came faster and harder with every passing moment. "What's wrong with him!?" Nyra shouted as she dodged another claw swipe. "Is he getting stronger just to piss me off!?" "He's probably using some kind of drug," Lyra replied while sprinting to avoid being crushed by one of the Mauler's massive metallic feet as it stumbled nearby. "It's got to be experimental; there's no way he's naturally like this. The way he's acting... losing his mind has to be a side effect!" Nyra growled in frustration, her tentacles lashing out wildly, but Gustav managed to dodge most of them, closing the distance between them again. "AAAAAAAAH! This is all a mess! When Master wakes up, she's going to beat us again!" Nyra's voice cracked with a mix of anger and dread as she realized how out of hand the situation had become. She could already imagine Cleo's furious face as she surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The blood loss. The destruction. The damage of the Mauler while fighting against the mecha units. Gustav is going berserk. Just the thought of it sent a shiver down her spine. "Sis, focus! We can't screw this up more than it already is!" Lyra shouted while trying to keep her sister's attention on the fight as Gustav lunged toward them again, his roar splitting the air. As the Mauler continued its slow, staggering rampage, the twin sisters knew they were running out of time. If the battlefield didn't break first, they would. But Nyra wasn't about to let that happen. "Alright, flea bag," she growled, her tentacles coiling tighter as the crimson mist around her thickened. "If you're not going to go down quietly... then we'll see who runs out of strength first!" On top of one of the Nexum facility rooftops, the battle between Harlix and Lilla's brother raged with unrelenting ferocity. The steel structure beneath them groaned under the weight of their clash, the air crackling with energy and the smell of scorched metal. Harlix fought with almost mechanical precision, his attacks coming in relentless waves. From medium range, his electrified whips lashed out like serpents, sparking and hissing as they tore through the air. When he closed the distance, which he did often, thanks to his teleportation, he switched to his devastating fists. Each punch was an explosion waiting to happen, causing bursts of fire and shockwaves upon impact.

Chapter 196 The battle of Nakor. (8)

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