Chapter 1302
Bulga: I don't think I can eat roasted meat.
Cui Ming piloted the Balga into the sea.
The blue energy of the S2 engine suddenly blazed in the deep sea, like an artificial sun piercing through eternal darkness. The light illuminated the fleeing figures ahead—the two symmetrical bodies of the Music Angels were writhing wildly in the water, their streamlined shells covered with terrified patterns. Their once elegant posture was now gone, their left and right halves frantically swinging their appendages, trying to find a hiding place in the complex seabed terrain.
But Balga was too fast.
"Old buddy, don't let them get away." Cui Ming's voice echoed in the cockpit as he firmly gripped the control stick. The S2 engine's energy readings jumped steadily on the instrument panel, and the sense of fullness made him smile slightly.
Unlike the energy shortage in the EDF world, the current Varga possesses almost limitless stamina, and every move he makes is full of explosive power.
The angel of music was forced to stop.
Two symmetrical bodies suddenly turned around in the high-pressure seawater, their crimson cores flashing wildly in their chest cavities. Realizing that escape was hopeless, their survival instinct overwhelmed their fear, and their AT field instantly activated at full power, forming a double spherical barrier that repelled the surrounding seawater, creating two vacuum zones.
"Twins separate, prepare for the attack!"
The music angel's left and right halves simultaneously emitted high-frequency mental fluctuations, their innate combat commands. The left half abruptly closed the distance, and the crystal on its chest began to gather blinding light—a particle cannon powerful enough to melt steel; the right half nimbly maneuvered to the flank, sharp cutting blades extending from the edge of its shell, ready to slice the steel monster to pieces at close range.
This is their proud tactic. Two cores, two attack modes, enough to overwhelm any enemy.
But Cui Ming simply pushed the joystick.
"Rotation".
The massive steel body of the Balga began to rotate.
With its boom fully extended, the entire machine, centered on its central axis, unleashed a devastating steel storm in the deep sea. The boundless power of the S2 mechanism flowed into every joint, causing this eighty-meter-tall behemoth to spin faster and faster—
The seawater was torn to pieces, and the high-pressure ocean currents were forcibly changed direction, forming a terrifying vortex with a diameter of one kilometer centered on Barga. The silt and sand on the seabed were churned up, rocks were peeled off, and the entire seabed trembled under this inhuman centrifugal force.
The music angel's attacks were all deflected.
The particle cannon fired from the left half of the body was deflected the instant it made contact with the rotating armor. The high-energy beam grazed the outer shell of the ballast and flew into the deep sea, causing a violent explosion in the distance. The sharp tentacles of the right half of the body, which were trying to cut at close range, were violently flung away by the terrifying centrifugal force as soon as they approached the outer edge of the vortex. Like a fly swatted away by a giant, the entire body crashed into the seabed ridge, and several cracks appeared in the outer shell.
A brutal fight ensued!
"Impossible! What kind of maneuver is this?!"
The core of the left half of the music angel emitted an unbelievable shriek. They had never seen this kind of fighting before—not relying on the techniques of AT fields, not relying on the clash of energy, but on pure, savage physical force, turning the entire machine into a spinning death top.
The two clones attempted to reorganize their attack, charging simultaneously from both sides, trying to use their speed advantage to break through the vortex's defenses. But Balga's spin came to an abrupt halt—Tui Ming had precisely seized the moment when they merged.
"flaw."
The front of the crane boom suddenly opened, and a massive industrial capture net shot out. Originally heavy equipment used for salvaging large shipwrecks and towing meteorite fragments, the net's ropes were woven from nanofibers and shape-memory alloys, capable of withstanding tens of thousands of tons of tension. Now, infused with the energy of the S2 engine, the entire net glowed with a ghostly blue electric light, instantly enveloping the Music Angels who were attempting to reunite.
"What?! What is this thing?!"
The music angels struggled frantically in the net, their two halves simultaneously unleashing maximum power AT fields. Crimson light flickered between the ropes, attempting to tear apart this damned bondage with anti-phase energy. They separated and reunited, reunited and separated again, trying to escape through shapeshifting, but each node of the ropes was embedded with an energy suppressor; the more they struggled, the stronger the suppressive current of the S2 mechanism became. "Useless," Cui Ming said expressionlessly, pushing the power lever to maximum output. "You're too light."
The engine of the balga roared deafeningly, not the groan of a machine, but the exhilarating roar of a beast.
The angel of music was forcibly dragged out of the deep sea.
"No, don't stop! Stop it!!!"
The angel of music's mental state was filled with unbelievable terror, a pure biological instinctual fear that transcended the dignity of an apostle. It felt not as if it were being pulled by a machine, but as if it were being captured by the gravity of the entire planet, dragged from the abyss to the execution platform by a Titan's giant hand from ancient mythology.
Its body shattered the seabed, smashed through rock layers, and crashed through an underwater volcano, before being dragged upwards at a terrifying speed by the net. The intense heat generated by the friction between its outer shell and the rocks caused the surrounding seawater to boil, with bubbles surging upwards like a waterfall; the seawater pressure plummeted from a depth of ten thousand meters to the surface, and the enormous pressure difference caused its internal structure to groan under unbearable strain. The AT field flickered, dimmed, and finally went out completely amidst this violent tremor.
"What the hell are these numbers?!"
In its final moments, the angel of music was consumed by endless despair. It stared at the ever-approaching steel net, at the expressionless human pilot outside, and at the mechanical giant radiating terrifying energy.
Huge splashes of water, hundreds of meters high, erupted from the sea surface.
Barga stood on the rocks in the shallow water, its crane arm raised high, the music angel in the net suspended in mid-air, like a giant, monstrous fish pulled ashore, twitching helplessly. Sunlight finally shone on its contorted body, and also on Cui Ming's calm face—his gaze as if looking at a piece of trash awaiting disposal.
The Angel of Music made a final stand. It forcibly initiated its self-destruct program, and its two cores began to overload and charge up energy, attempting to trigger an explosion similar to an N2 bomb to destroy itself and the enemy.
"It's noisy."
Cui pressed the button, and the crane boom slammed down.
boom--!!!
The Music Angel was slammed heavily onto the rocky shore, the immense impact shattering its outer shell instantly and cracking its internal structure like an egg. The net tightened, the S2 mechanism injected energy, and the two cores exploded simultaneously under overload, transforming into two fireballs soaring into the sky.
The crimson light illuminated the entire coastline, and the high temperature scorched the rocks into a glassy state.
But Balga simply stood there quietly, the crane slowly retracting, the net ropes automatically detaching. Cui Ming opened the cockpit canopy, the sea breeze ruffling his clothes. He looked down at the dissipating remains of the Apostle at his feet, his voice calm:
"That's all there is to it."
In the final fragments of the Music Angel's consciousness, only the shadow cast by the steel giant and that cold assessment remained. Even in its death, it couldn't understand why its prized twin-body tactics, perfect AT field, and shock-generating core were so utterly vulnerable before this machine.
The engine of the balga emitted a deep roar, as if mocking the opponent's overestimation of his abilities.
Cui Ming patted the edge of the cockpit: "Let's go back, old buddy. We're having barbecue tonight."
The steel giant turned and walked toward the base, leaving behind the still-smoking wreckage on the coastline and an apostle myth utterly shattered.
The battle lasted only seven minutes and thirty-two seconds from start to finish. (End of Chapter)