Chapter 1495
Things Don't Go As Planned
Chapter 1495 Things Don't Go As Planned
Two or three old-fashioned mechs sped along from the end of the street. Behind them followed seventeen or eighteen orcs equipped with black exoskeletons of various shapes.
The mech is an old model that Silvermoon City has long since phased out, and traces of damage from years ago can still be seen under the paint on its outer shell.
The joints were covered in obvious black oil stains. The inferior alloy material made a screeching friction sound as it rotated, along with the heavy thud of footsteps and the hissing of the hydraulic transmission. The noise was unusually loud.
But no matter how big the commotion, it couldn't compare to that energy cannon shot from before.
Although the crosshair wasn't aimed directly at the Silvermoon, it still managed to injure the Silvermoon near the blast point.
Scratches and bleeding are inevitable, but compared to the corpses scattered on the ground and the gray stone orcs who were accidentally injured, it's nothing.
But the Silvermoon people were enraged.
His already dwindling rationality crumbled once more, causing his beast soul to violently surge, overflowing from his body and causing his speed and energy to skyrocket.
Someone spread their wings and took off, swooping down towards the mecha, attempting to tear open the inferior alloy shell with their claws and drag the person inside out to shred them.
Someone's body grew to an enormous size, their arms covered in thick scales, like a gorilla draped in pangolin skin. They pounded their chest fiercely and roared to the sky. After a powerful push off the ground, they leaped high into the air, raising their fists as big as millstones.
If hit by that punch, even the thickest part of the mech's chest armor alloy would be dented. Even if the pilot inside didn't die, they would be completely rendered unable to fight, and would likely be trapped in the cockpit, unable to move, and ultimately at the mercy of their opponent.
Fortunately, although the mechs were old, they were equipped with advanced weapons.
With a raise of his hand, the blue energy bullet shot out from the muzzle of the energy gun once more. This time, it was aimed at a person.
The Silver Moon's beast soul surged forth, but no matter how powerful it was, it was not indestructible.
Trying to withstand steel with bare flesh is utterly idiotic. Anyone with a modicum of sense would have taken three steps back the moment the mechs appeared.
Even the irrational ones regained some clarity after seeing their companion instantly knocked to the ground, lifeless, with only blood continuously oozing from beneath him.
"who is it?"
"come out!"
The Silvermoon people shouted, but their eyes kept scanning their surroundings, as if afraid that some formidable force might suddenly appear.
"Is that Lord Finch?"
Somewhere in Greystone, a group of people were nervously huddled in front of a fairly clear surveillance camera.
"It must be! It must be!" The speaker clenched his hands tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "The magistrate must have received the news and rushed over."
"It's a pity we couldn't have done it sooner," the enormous man grumbled. "If we had done it sooner, we could have saved more people..."
"Silence!" the man, who appeared to be of high status, snapped. "It's already quite an achievement for you, sir, to come all the way from Crystal City. How can you be so greedy?"
"But..." Before she could finish her argument, she was interrupted.
"Is this an adult?" someone pointed at the screen. "Where in Crystal City would you find such a dilapidated mecha? That's clearly a toy that rich people in Graystone would buy."
"What toy? That's a lifesaver!"
"Didn't the master come?" His disappointment was palpable.
"How long has it been? It's not like you can get from Crystal City to Graystone in a short time. The master must be on his way, he hasn't even had time to reply to messages yet, just wait patiently!"
"Yes, yes, we're almost there, don't worry, don't worry..."
With everyone talking at once, the chaotic emotions gradually calmed down.
The mecha's owner never appeared on the screen.
As those at the highest levels of power, they could not risk their lives.
The reason for deploying the mechs was not out of a sense of justice or compassion for humanity, but because the Silvermoon people's actions had seriously infringed upon their property.
This property includes, but is not limited to, people.
Although the Silvermoon people killed people, the houses they smashed, burned, and destroyed, as well as the things inside them, were real.
Not to mention the gray stone orcs they accidentally injured.
Even if the top floor of Graystone is dilapidated, it's still the top floor. They usually look down on everyone, never glancing down at those below. Who would dare mess with them?
Having suffered such a huge loss, even the Silvermoon people, who wanted to avoid trouble and not get involved, were not without anger now that the trouble had gotten to them.
They have plenty of money and possess Graystone's most advanced weapons and resources. The purpose of sending out the mechs isn't really to fight the Silvermoon people to the death, but simply to establish their authority, to warn them to stay away from their assets, and to let them destroy others if they want to cause damage.
The Graystone people wanted to stop, but it was beyond their control.
The brief pause was enough for the Silvermoon people, who had regained some of their rationality, to perceive the attitude and identity of the mech crew, and also enough for them to find out the actual combat strength of the mechs.
Many Silvermoon people, feeling deeply provoked, were once again filled with rage.
Facing mechanical weapons, fighting alone is definitely not an option. But compared to the Graystone, who only have scattered weapons, the Silvermoon people outnumber them by a significant margin.
The explosions rang out again, this time more frequent.
Blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere, scattering all over the place.
No matter how powerful a mech is, it's just a large auxiliary tool in normal times and lacks combat experience.
In addition, the equipment was outdated, and before long, the Silvermoon people, who attacked in groups, found an opening.
"Boom boom boom!"
Burning beast souls clashed with metal, creating a series of brutal melees throughout the streets and alleys of Graystone.
The whooshing energy blasts, the countless fragments, the ear-piercing sound of alloy tearing apart, mixed with screams and roars, echoed throughout the settlement.
In the chaos, more people were drawn in.
Now that the Graystone Orcs were deploying mechs to actively fight back, the Silvermoon Orcs no longer held back against them. What started as friendly fire escalated into indiscriminate attacks.
Graystone's mechs initially had some accuracy, but later they started firing wildly.
The stray energy blasts flew everywhere, making it impossible to know which houses were destroyed and how many people were buried underneath. Even if they weren't crushed by the collapsed rubble, they would eventually suffocate to death before any rescue could arrive.
Chaos swept through the Greystone settlement.
The tragedy that should have happened in the Loess Plateau region occurred prematurely here.
The Silvermoon people weren't unaware that something was wrong, but they were already blinded by rage and, out of self-preservation or some other inexplicable drive, they simply couldn't extricate themselves.
Only a few people remembered their original intentions, managed to extricate themselves from the chaos in time, and resolutely continued to go to the Loess Plateau.
The gray stone settlement, like the sky gradually darkening, also plunged into an endless hell...
Crystal City.
Upon receiving news of Adrian's departure, Valéry rushed to Finch's house immediately.
He searched the entire Finch house, but couldn't find the little black figure he was so looking forward to.
"And what about it?" Valerius laughed angrily, straightened his collar, and asked softly.
Finch, the old butler, was thrown at his feet and lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over.
"Your Grace is asking about the head of the family..."
"I'm asking the Burning Beast!!" Valerius kicked out.
The old butler flew backwards, but Impelli appeared just in time and caught him in mid-air.
“Your Grace should not be angry,” he said, setting the man down. “He still needs to give you a reply.”
"Yes, yes..." The old steward, ignoring his weak knees, replied repeatedly. "Lord Burning Beast went to Graystone Settlement with Master..."
"boom!"
Valerius overturned the chariot in a rage.
"Damn Adrian, doesn't he know what Graystone is facing? How dare he bring the Burning Beast there?!"
“That is precisely why I came here,” Impelio released his grip, letting the useless butler slip and fall. “Silvermoon City is in turmoil, challenging the authority of Crystal City and causing unrest in Annemo. I request permission to deploy the Beast Soul Legion to quell the unrest.”
"Go!" Valerius wished he could go himself, but in the end he could only roar at the top of his lungs, "Issued with the highest dispatch authority, eliminate all unstable forces! Bring the Burning Beast back to me intact!!"