LRAB Chapter 1325 Amidst the Blazing Fire
Chapter 1325 Amidst the Blazing Fire
The alien army's offensive was like a tsunami, crashing wave after wave against the walls of the Paradise of Reincarnation fortress.
Peryl's barrel-throwing attack became meaningless due to the autistic brothers' precise interception.
The orc operators were stamping their feet in frustration at the distant throwing positions. Each of those wooden barrels reinforced with iron bars would take several days to make, but now they had been shattered into pieces in mid-air by a single spiral nail. Several days of hard work had vanished in an explosion.
The maintenance of the throwing equipment is indeed troublesome. Those iron levers need to be recalibrated after each launch, the gaps between the gears need to be cleaned, and the tension of the belts needs to be adjusted. These things cannot be done quickly if you want to.
Once the weapons of war were blocked, the pace of the entire war instantly reached its climax.
The war fortress, which had been prepared long ago, began to operate at full capacity. Hundreds of energy cannons on the city walls fired at the same time, and the beams of light spewing from the muzzles looked like hundreds of glowing spears piercing the alien horde in the twilight.
Each shot cleaved a bloody trench in the ranks of the alien army. The shockwaves from the shells hitting the ground sent the surrounding ground creatures flying into the air. Those unfortunate aliens tumbled through the air a few times before crashing heavily to the ground, only to be trampled into a bloody pulp by their brethren surging up from behind.
The sky was filled with the sounds of gunfire, and the engineering department's drone gunners circled above the fortress, their onboard machine guns continuously pouring bullets down at the aliens below.
Those bullets were not ordinary metal bullets, but special alloy bullets smelted by the Millennium students using mining equipment from Apocalypse Park. The bullet surface was coated with a rare metal that could suppress alien scales.
When a bullet pierces through the alien's scales, it will tumble and shatter inside its body, causing internal damage several times greater than that caused by a regular bullet.
Heavy mechanical dogs ran down the slope below the city wall, their machine guns firing thousands of rounds per minute at the alien army.
Their belt-fed ammunition system was modified by the engineering department, and each belt can hold five thousand rounds of ammunition, enough for three minutes of continuous firing.
Three minutes later, the mechanical dog will run back to the supply point inside the city wall. The engineering students can change its ammunition belt in less than ten seconds, and then it will run out again to continue firing.
It's safe to say that as long as there are still living people in this area affected by the fall of the world, it's impossible for them not to notice the anomalies in the Paradise of Reincarnation.
The continuous sound of artillery fire rang out from dusk until nightfall and then from nightfall until dawn. The sky above the fortress was illuminated by the artillery fire, turning it a dark red, and even the stars could not be seen.
From a distance, the Paradise of Reincarnation Fortress looks like a burning piece of charcoal embedded in the earth—scorching, dazzling, and unapproachable.
The other four amusement parks were also attacked at this moment, but the attack they encountered was far less powerful than that of the Reincarnation Paradise.
After all, the level of resistance from both sides was simply not on the same level.
More than 100,000 mutants and 100,000 orcs have arrived from the Holy Light Paradise, led by a massive mutated species.
Viola led her men to fight for two hours and then repelled the attack. She stood at the entrance of the camp and looked at the retreating aliens. Her expression was not one of relief but confusion—how come there were so few?
More than 200,000 mutants came from Death Paradise, but Cohen and his men finished the battle in three and a half hours.
His greatsword was stained with the blood of the alien race. He stood on the small hill of corpses, catching his breath. Then he looked up at the sky in the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation, which was reddened by the cannon fire. He remained silent for a while, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.
The order of the Holy Land is facing slightly more pressure, with around 300,000 animals arriving.
The shepherd stood on the makeshift altar in the center of the camp, his white robes fluttering in the night wind, and the top of his golden scepter emitting a soft light.
The members of the cult were greatly encouraged by the light and managed to keep 300,000 alien creatures at bay.
The alien commander wasn't stupid; it quickly discovered the problem.
According to the original plan, it should have launched attacks simultaneously in five directions, overwhelming all human resistance with its overwhelming numbers.
But the resistance from the Paradise of Reincarnation was so strong that its troops couldn't even lift their heads under the fortress walls.
The bullets and shells rained down like they were free, and most of its terrestrial species died before they even reached within 500 meters of the city wall.
The alien commander stood on a hill twenty kilometers away from the Paradise of Reincarnation fortress, his radiating eyes fixed on the distant sky reddened by artillery fire, his mind rapidly calculating the advantages and disadvantages of troop allocation.
The greatest threat comes from the Paradise of Reincarnation. If the Paradise of Reincarnation is not dealt with soon, its army will be exhausted there.
The resistance from the other four directions was significantly weaker. Although the humans there could fight, they were like children compared to strong men compared to those from the Paradise of Reincarnation.
The alien commander made a decision.
It raised a scaly arm and pointed towards the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation.
The messenger standing behind it immediately turned around and let out a sharp howl.
The howl carried far and wide through the night sky, reaching the ears of every alien species on the battlefield.
Ninety percent of the alien army began to change direction, surging towards the Reincarnation Paradise Fortress from all directions.
The earth-dwelling creatures that were originally attacking from the direction of Apocalypse Paradise immediately stopped their attack and turned to run away after hearing the howl.
They ran twice as fast as they had come, as if their rear ends were on fire.
The nameless saint was standing on the city wall directing the defense when he suddenly noticed that the aliens below had stopped fighting.
The menacing monsters froze for a second as if a pause button had been pressed, then turned around in unison and ran wildly towards the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation.
His hand holding the shovel froze in mid-air, and his expression went through a series of emotions in just a few seconds: confusion, realization, schadenfreude, and a complex mix of feelings that were hard to define.
A contractor from Apocalypse Paradise ran over from the other side of the city wall, his boots thumping rapidly on the steel plate.
"Sir, the alien species has escaped."
"I saw."
Where did they go?
The nameless saint raised his chin and gestured towards the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation.
"there."
The contractor followed his gaze.
The sky in the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation was dark red, and the flashes of artillery fire flickered incessantly on the horizon, like a never-ending thunderstorm.
He could hear the sound of cannons coming from that direction, not intermittent but continuous, like someone continuously pounding an iron drum with a giant hammer.
"Should we...?"
"No." The nameless saint shook his head, his tone resolute.
"Let our people rest, take stock of supplies, and check equipment. The aliens have moved all their forces there, so the pressure on other directions will be much less. This is a good opportunity for us to collect the condensed bodies. But no one is allowed to approach the battlefield of the Paradise of Reincarnation. Anyone who dares to go can go on their own. I won't stop them, nor will I collect their corpses."
The contractor nodded and turned to relay the order.
The nameless saint stood on the city wall and gazed for a while at the sky, which was reddened by the cannon fire.
He recalled a saying he had heard before—never try to outdo the madmen in the cycle of reincarnation in a contest of who is more fearless of death, because they are genuinely fearless, while you are just pretending.
He used to think this was a bit of an exaggeration, but now he thinks it's too conservative.
The people of Apocalypse Paradise are resting, the people of Death Paradise are resting, the people of Holy Light Paradise are resting, and the people of Sanctuary Paradise are also resting.
No one wanted to provoke the Paradise of Reincarnation at this time.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that there's no need.
The opponent's firepower is enough to take down four amusement parks simultaneously, four rounds, and still get change.
If you lead two hundred men to charge over there, you'll be riddled with bullets before you even reach the city walls.
What are you going there for? To deliver groceries?
Cohen leaned against a rock in the Death Paradise camp, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and binoculars in his hand, staring at the direction of the Reincarnation Paradise battlefield for a full five minutes.
He then lowered the binoculars and turned to look at his adjutant beside him.
"How long has the fighting been going on over there?"
"It started at 5 p.m. and it's been almost four hours now."
"The firepower hasn't decreased?"
"No. The cannon fire over there hasn't stopped; in fact, it's getting more and more frequent."
Cohen took the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbed it out on the rock, leaving a small charred mark on the surface.
The Paradise of Reincarnation has far more cards up its sleeve than he anticipated, and what he has seen so far is likely just the tip of the iceberg.
He wasn't sure how much more those madmen were hiding, nor did he want to test it.
He bent down and picked up a piece of the alien scale from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then rubbed the fine lines on the surface of the scale with his thumb, feeling the unevenness and roughness between the lines.
"Get ready, we're going deep into the crash zone tomorrow."
What are you going there for?
"Find the Cohesive Body. The Paradise of Reincarnation is holding off the main force of the aliens for us. If we don't hurry up and find the Cohesive Body, we'll miss our chance once they drive the aliens back."
"What if they're also being searched for in the crash zone?"
Cohen put the scale in his pocket. "Then stay away from them. This continent is vast; there are bound to be places that aren't bordered by them."
Commanders of the other parks made almost the same judgment.
While the Paradise of Reincarnation holds off the main force of the alien species, find more condensates in the Fallen Zone as soon as possible.
This is the only window of opportunity. Once the Paradise of Reincarnation defeats the alien species, or the alien species breaches the Paradise of Reincarnation, this window of opportunity will close.
Nobody knows how long this window of opportunity will last.
It could be one day, three days, or only a few hours.
Nobody wants to waste time.
Viola rummaged through the supplies in the camp and found several pieces of Apocalypse Paradise's detection equipment debris, which had been left behind on the battlefield when the people of Apocalypse Paradise were being chased and beaten by the cult.
She squatted on the ground and pieced the wreckage together, trying to reconstruct a usable detector.
The edges of the wreckage were jagged, and when pieced together, there was a gap about the width of a finger. She wrapped it with tape several times to barely hold it in place.
"It'll have to do." She stood up and dusted off her knees.
The girls at Holy Light Paradise gathered together to examine the cobbled-together detector. Some thought it would work, while others thought it was unreliable. In the end, they voted by raising their hands, and two-thirds of them agreed to give it a try.
They set off overnight.
The order of the Holy Land was also preparing; the shepherd stood on the altar, the light from the top of his scepter illuminating the open space in the center of the camp.
The members of the cult knelt on the ground in prayer, their white robes gleaming dimly under the lamplight.
No one spoke; only low murmurs and breathing filled the air.
The shepherd looked at the sky, reddened by cannon fire, in the direction of the Paradise of Reincarnation, his expression unchanged.
He raised his scepter, and the prayers ceased.
The members of the order rose from the ground, lined up in neat rows, and followed the shepherd out of the camp.
No one knew where the shepherd was going, and no one asked.
The members of the order do not need to know the destination; they only need to know to follow the shepherd.
On the battlefield of the Samsara Paradise, the battle had reached a fever pitch that was chilling to the bone.
The circular trench outside the fortress was filled with corpses within the first hour of the battle.
At the bottom of the trench, hundreds of alien corpses were strung on steel spikes, piled up in layers, forming a bloody dam in the trench.
The alien species that followed climbed over the dam, only to be blasted into a bloody pulp by bullets and cannonballs at the foot of the city wall, becoming part of the dam itself.
The ground beneath the city wall was no longer its original color; the blood of the alien species had turned the soil a dark purple, and the blood had seeped into the soil to a depth greater than a foot's width.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the sulfurous odor of burning gunpowder and some other indescribable pungent smell, which made one want to vomit when inhaled.
The students in Kivotos are still firing.
Their combat uniforms were blackened by gunpowder smoke, and their faces were covered with dust and gunpowder residue.
The engineering department's logistics supply line was running continuously, with ammunition boxes being transported from the industrial area to the city wall. The students pried open the boxes and handed the ammunition belts to the machine gunners one by one.
Empty shell casings piled up like a small mountain at their feet, and the clanging of metal echoed across the city wall.
Hina Sorasaki stood atop the highest point of the city wall, her black wings unfurled behind her, the edges of which gleamed with a dim red light in the reflection of the cannon fire.
Her gaze swept quickly across the battlefield as she continuously issued commands over the channel.
"The firepower in Zone 3 has weakened; the logistics department will send two ammunition belts over."
“There’s a group of ground creatures gathering below the city wall of District Seven. Let’s give them a good artillery barrage.”
"The mechanical dogs in District 9 are running out of ammunition. Send in a replacement batch."
The contractors of the Paradise of Reincarnation began jumping off the city walls one after another in the second hour after the battle began.
They weren't knocked down by the aliens; they jumped down on their own.
The reason is simple: the city walls were too crowded.
The students of Kivotos occupied the main firing positions on the city wall, which were already full of machine guns and turrets, and the contractors standing on the city wall were actually in the way.
If you stand in front of the machine gunner, she can't shoot; if you stand next to the turret, the turret can't turn around.
Instead of getting in the way up there, it's better to go down and fight.
Moreover, the damage inflicted by these students was indeed impressive. The new energy rifle developed by the engineering department could penetrate the scales of alien species from 500 meters away, and the suppressive power of the light machine gun was so terrifying that it could turn a ground-dwelling species into a sieve in a second.
In terms of firepower, the students of Kiwatos performed better than the contractors.
However, their physical fitness is not very strong.
Apart from elite students like Hina Sorasaki, most students lack the physical strength, power, agility, and recovery ability to directly confront the alien species.
If a ground-dwelling creature were to scale the city wall, it could tear five or six students apart in a matter of seconds.
Their close-combat skills and physical strength are their biggest weaknesses.
So the contractors jumped down and stood on the slope below the city wall, blocking all the aliens that broke through the fire net and rushed to the foot of the city wall.
King Kong stood at the very front of the eastern section of the city wall, holding the head of a ground-walking creature in each hand and crushing them like watermelons.
Brain matter and blood squeezed out from between his fingers, dripping down the back of his hand and pooling on the ground into a small dark red puddle.
He shook his hand, dropping the pieces of flesh, then bent down to grab the next earth-walking creature that charged at him.
His fighting style lacks any technical skill; it relies purely on brute force to overwhelm opponents.
The alien's scales were as fragile as paper in front of his fist. One punch shattered the scales, another broke the bones, and the third punch stopped the alien from moving.
After killing dozens of them, King Kong began to feel unsatisfied and charged directly into the army.
Below the northern section of the city wall, Doctor Lan and the Dean are fighting in a way that sends chills down your spine.
Dr. Lan's silver scalpel danced through the horde of aliens, each swing precisely severing the throat or spine of one of them.
The blood of the alien species splattered on his blue coat, leaving dark red flowers on the light blue fabric.
Below the western section of the city wall, Widow West led a team of contractors to set up a temporary firing point on a small hill piled with alien corpses.
She held a short-barreled shotgun in each hand, each shot capable of smashing the head of a ground creature.
Behind her stood several professionals from the Paradise of Reincarnation, who wiped out all the aliens that tried to flank her.
On this small hill, eight people guarded one direction. The aliens charged up from below, while they fought back from above. Eight against thousands, they managed to prevent a single alien from reaching the top.
The battlefield below the southern section of the city wall presents a completely different picture.
The battles in the other three directions were lively, noisy, and filled with roars and screams, while the battle in the south was quiet, eerily quiet.
Su Xiao's blade light acted like a firewall, blocking all the incoming alien species from entering.
The Dragon Slayer Flash drew arc after arc in the twilight.
The sound of the blade slicing through the alien scales was soft and crisp, like a pair of scissors cutting through a thick sheet of paper. With a snap, the scales split open, and with another snap, the flesh separated from the skin.
Su Xiao's fighting style is completely different from that of King Kong. King Kong smashes his enemies with every punch, while Su Xiao kills the most enemies with the fewest movements.
One slash, and a whole group is wiped out.
The efficiency of the killings was chilling.
The corpses of the alien species piled up like a mountain in front of Su Xiao, but he never retreated an inch.
No matter how fiercely the alien horde surged, he stood there like an iron stake driven into the ground, completely unmoved.
The mutant rushed in front of him, he drew his sword, and the mutant fell.
The next one rushed up, he swung his knife again, and fell down again.
The cycle repeats endlessly. (End of Chapter)