Chapter 1347
Apostle: Something's not right! This isn't right! Brother!!! No!!!
“Insects…” Cui Ming’s voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, low and guttural like a wild beast’s growl, “Insects again… and acid again…”
Bulga's thrusters suddenly went full throttle, and the purple mech shot towards Rain Angel like a cannonball, its speed leaving afterimages in the air. Rain Angel was clearly not prepared for the sudden attack; its compound eyes on its abdomen were still gathering another wave of acid when it saw the metal lump already right in front of its face.
"boom!"
Bulga's fist slammed heavily into the Rain Angel's head, the force so great that it smashed the apostle's entire body into the mountainside, causing rocks to crumble and dust to fly. The Rain Angel let out a sharp screech, its eight long legs flailing wildly in an attempt to break free, but Bulga's fists rained down like raindrops, each punch carrying the ruthless force to smash its opponent into a bloody pulp.
"Spray! Spray some more!" Cui Ming roared as he manipulated Balga to grab one of the Rain Angel's long legs, forcefully pulling it out of the rock layer, then slamming it heavily onto the ground. "You like spraying acid, don't you?! I'll let you spray as much as you want!"
The Rain Angel was thrown around, its shell cracking in countless ways. It struggled to open its compound eyes on its abdomen, attempting to spray acid again. But Bulga gave it no chance. Its massive metal feet stomped down, crushing the Rain Angel's abdomen into the ground. One by one, the compound eyes were crushed, and dark green acid gushed out, but it was all blocked by Bulga's armor, splashing onto the surrounding ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound.
At this moment, Cui Ming controlled Balga to relentlessly beat up the Rain Angel.
The purple heavy mech, like a raging beast, completely abandoned tactics and strategy, unleashing only primal violence. Bulga's metal fists pounded repeatedly against the Rain Angel's head armor, each blow producing a dull thud, dark green fluid gushing from the gaps in the armor like a disgusting downpour. The Rain Angel tried to defend itself with its long legs, but Bulga grabbed one of them, the hydraulic joint screeching, and then ripped it apart—
They even tore its spider legs apart!
The long leg was ripped off by the roots, and dark green sap and shredded tissue gushed from the severed end. The Rain Angel let out a piercing, distorted scream, its eight compound eyes flashing wildly, and its body convulsing violently. But Bulga didn't stop. He tossed the torn-off leg aside like trash and grabbed a second, a third…
This brutal scene sent chills down Kaworu's spine...
He stood on a distant cliff, originally intending to observe the battle up close and gather data on the clash between the apostles and humans. But now, his silver-white hair was disheveled by the wind, his red eyes fixed on the battlefield, and a dry, swallowing sound came from his throat. He had heard that Mr. Cui Ming harbored a deep hatred for insects, especially those with acidic sap, but this was too much…
too crazy.
That wasn't a battle; it was torture, slaughter, and the venting of years of pent-up resentment on a hapless scapegoat. Kaworu watched as Vulgar twisted the Rain Angel's fourth leg into a pretzel shape and then snapped it at the joint, feeling his own apostle's soul tremble.
Meanwhile, Balga's situation seems to be the same as Cui Ming's!
Inside the cockpit, Cui Ming's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent tangible, and the control stick groaned under the strain. But strangely, Balga's movements were faster, more ruthless, and more precise than his commands—it seemed to sense the deepest rage in Cui Ming's heart and amplify and materialize this emotion, transforming it into an even more brutal destructive force.
Do not!
Now, Cui Ming and Balga have resonated with each other!
An eerie halo emanated from the purple mech's surface, like the awakening of some kind of fusion between creature and machine. Bulga spread his arms, gripping the remaining legs of the Rain Angel tightly, then, like tearing apart a roast chicken, pulled them simultaneously to both sides. The hydraulic rods shrieked sharply, the metal frame trembling under the immense force, but Bulga's power surged forth relentlessly, merging with Cui Ming's rage. He was frantically dismantling the Rain Angel!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out as the Rain Angel's six long legs were simultaneously torn off. Its massive body collapsed with a crash, like a toppled mountain of flesh, leaving only its abdomen still writhing futilely. Bulga raised his heavy metal foot, stomping on the Rain Angel's compound eye, crushing the still-accumulating acidic organ until it burst. Then he bent down, inserting his hands into the gaps in the apostle's abdominal carapace, and exerted force with both arms—
"Sizzle!!!"
The rain angel was torn in two alive.
Dark green entrails, mucus, and shattered core tissue cascaded out like a waterfall, pouring onto the mech's armor with a sizzling, corrosive sound. But the mech paid no heed, simply standing there, holding half a corpse in each hand, like a demon god crawling out of hell.
Inside the cockpit, Cui Ming was panting heavily, the crimson in his eyes gradually fading, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"...Insects deserve to die like this."
The sensors in the barga emitted a low hum, as if echoing or sighing with satisfaction.
Cui Ming patted the driver's cab of Balga.
The metal bulkhead groaned dully, like a tacit response. He leaned back in his seat, letting out a long breath, the pent-up rage in his chest finally dissipating. That one-sided massacre had unleashed all the lingering shadow of the Star Guide ants, the agony of countless acid burns on the battlefield, and his deep-seated hatred for insects onto that unfortunate Rain Angel. Now, the wreckage lay scattered, the dark green fluid still emitting corrosive white smoke, and Cui Ming felt much better.
Damn it! Those annoying apostles!
He cursed under his breath, but there was little anger in his voice; instead, there was a hint of languor and satisfaction after venting his frustration. Apostles or insects, whatever stood in his way was torn to shreds, and that was enough. Cui Ming stretched his shoulders, flicked the joystick, and Balga obediently lifted his foot, kicking aside the half-piece of the Rain Angel's remains he was stepping on, the movement as effortless as cleaning up trash.
On the monitor outside the cockpit, the distant Third New Tokyo City remained gloomy, but the sky seemed less oppressive. Cui Ming picked up the water glass beside him, took a sip of the now-cold water, glanced at the battlefield tinged with dark green on the screen, and then casually cut off external communications.
"Return."
He spoke calmly, and Varga's thrusters reignited, sending the purple mech soaring into the air, leaving behind a trail of shattered Apostle wreckage. (End of Chapter)