LRAB Chapter 281 The Villain Was Me
Chapter 281 The Villain Was Me
Chapter 281 The Villain Was Me
The telepathic signals leaped within each Nautilus airship, quickly linking the airships together as nodes.
On the flagship's deck, the man in black robes beside Frank gave orders.
"Spread out your formation, let us devour their souls!"
"Uh, those are robots," Frank raised his hand. "They don't have brains, and they don't have any psychic energy."
"...You talk too much." The man in black robes glared at him, and a gust of wind swept past him, making his black robes flutter wildly.
A Nautilus airship sailed by, and the resulting gale blew off his hood, revealing a face that was just as repulsive as the Death Curse's minions.
Underneath the hood was not a human face, but an octopus-like head with four tentacles attached to it, waving unconsciously.
Its cold, rubbery skin and two milky-white eyes without pupils stared straight ahead.
Mind Flayer?
Modi's hidden spiritual sense returned to the constructed model. He was slightly taken aback, but then he felt relieved.
No wonder it possesses such outstanding mental abilities; given that it's a mind flayer, it's not surprising... In that case, could the Death Curse Lord also be a mind flayer?
It's not impossible, after all, very few people have seen his true form, at least not Modi.
If he's a mind flayer, then we need to be careful of his mental abilities, but judging from his title, his forte seems to be something else entirely.
As he pondered the possible true form of the Death Curse Monarch, a blinding flash of light erupted in the sky.
The Nautilus airships officially engaged in combat with the enemy, which was a massive influx of mechanical forces from the outside world.
Having cultivated this planet for many years, even without focusing all its efforts on military development, Pandora has still amassed a large army.
First to be targeted is the spider-like robot, which Mordy jokingly calls the "terrifying robot," and which moves swiftly and has a cutting laser emitter on its back.
They strode across four mechanical legs, yet without the cumbersome nature of machines. Instead, they moved with incredible speed, swiftly traversing the large pits and lunging towards the Cursed Retinue.
Their sharp blades are enough to tear apart most enemies, and the laser emitters on their backs are not just for show.
The devastating cutting laser, originally designed for mining, can also be quite effective against enemies.
Most things, once they come into contact with it, will end up being cut in half.
In the air, drones were keeping the Nautilus airship occupied, and every now and then a drone that had just launched its missiles would crash into it, exploding into a fireball inside the Nautilus airship.
This was just the advance force sent by Pandora; many more mechanized units were gathering, waiting for the land-based combat platforms outside to create a larger breach in the barrier.
"The situation has really taken a sharp turn for the worse." The Mind Flayer Commander's face wrinkled as if he were frowning, and the tentacles around his mouth trembled violently.
"This artificial intelligence called Pandora is not to be underestimated," Frank said, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
But you guys shouldn't be able to lose to her, right?
The Mind Flayer glanced at him and said coldly, "Watch your attitude. Although you have signed a contract with my master, it doesn't mean you can boss people around."
As the oppressive feeling washed over him, Frank grunted, took a half step back, and unleashed his psionic pressure without hesitation.
The two forces were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand over the other.
A mere instant later, the two oppressive spiritual energies vanished simultaneously, and the two men's expressions returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"I will take charge of the battle situation. The positioning is almost complete. We just need to stall for a little longer."
The Mind Flayer crossed his arms, stared straight ahead, and his expression suddenly turned serious.
His eyesight is excellent; he can see objects at extremely far distances.
On the other side of the battlefield, through a gap in the barrier, a massive cloud of gray fog swept in, engulfing everything in its path, from the Cursed Kin to the Nautilus airships.
What troubled him even more was that the units engulfed by the gray fog lost their connection to the mind control network within seconds.
Before the connection was lost, they sent back a series of unintelligible signals, a combination of shrieks and howls. Even without experiencing it firsthand, he could feel the pain contained within them.
"What exactly is that thing?" The Mind Flayer stared at the gray mist surging from the distance, its whiskers unconsciously ceasing to sway.
He had little experience with technology and couldn't immediately tell what kind of attack it was.
"Those are... nanobots combined with some kind of chemical toxin." Frank's face tightened, and he said seriously, "They have the ability to paralyze energy shields and are almost lethal to carbon-based life."
As he spoke, his expression changed drastically, and he looked down at the Nautilus flagship beneath his feet.
"Your ship, is it also carbon-based life form?"
"That's right," Mind Flayer said in a deep voice. "It seems that the magical shields of those swallowed airships have been paralyzed, and they are likely doomed."
Each Nautilus airship possesses independent consciousness, essentially acting as a shipboard AI. Although their hulls are sturdy, this does not change the fact that they are carbon-based life forms.
"Unfortunately, the enemy is all made of iron, and our most effective psychological attacks are useless against them."
While complaining, the Mind Flayer mobilized his troops.
Their expertise in mental attacks is undeniable, but mental attacks come in many forms; telekinesis and psychic energy also fall into this category.
"All units, use psychodynamics to build a mental barrier to block the nano-fog."
The mental barrier was instantly erected, blocking the gray fog and successfully stopping the originally unstoppable gray fog.
"The mental barrier is not just a simple energy shield; it is more of a spiritual ability. As long as our will to resist remains, the barrier will not be destroyed."
In response to the questioning look Frank gave him, Mind Flayer explained.
Maintaining a mental barrier is no easy task, and even with the help of companions, he still has to share a great deal of pressure.
But thinking of the mastermind's plan, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Outside the barrier, the gray fog stagnated. Pandora, who was remotely in command, pondered for a moment and immediately ordered the nanobots to begin technological reconstruction.
The gray fog settled and converged into a torrent upon reaching the ground.
In an instant, towering platforms rose from the ground, their cold, metallic structures appearing out of thin air.
Frank's eyelids twitched as he saw the dark muzzles of cannons aimed at the barrier, and there was more than one.
"A railgun?"
The next moment, after being accelerated by parallel dual tracks, the shell was launched at an incredible speed and crashed into the mental barrier.
The mental barrier rippled, and although it was not breached, the violent tremors of the mental network still indirectly revealed the pressure caused by the railgun.
The Mind Flayer's eyes widened, he clutched his abdomen, and his body bent over like a shrimp.
"Are you alright?" Frank helped him up.
He said irritably, "Do I look like I'm fine?"
"You still have the leisure to joke around, so it seems like you're not in any serious trouble."
Frank nodded seriously.
"You..." The Mind Flayer glared at him, but before he could finish speaking, he coughed up blood and his body slumped down again.
The railgun seemed unaffected by overheating, relentlessly firing powerful projectiles and putting immense pressure on the numerous psychic abilities supporting the barrier.
The tremors of the mental network never ceased; one unit after another fell silent, and every moment someone died of spiritual depletion.
The Mind Flayer's face was covered in blood. He felt his brains boiling, his mind like a dry well, and his entire body, including the whiskers on his face, was trembling unconsciously.
He barely managed to lift his head and glance at the dimly lit barrier, knowing in his heart that this was a futile resistance.
"The level of danger in this world ranks among the highest of all the worlds I have ever seen, probably only below the resurrected Itnity and the Forgotten Realms."
"Resistance is doomed to failure. If you remove the barrier now, you might still be able to save your life."
Frank advised him, a thought of backing out quietly creeping into his mind.
"I never expected the Forgotten Legion to be so weak. No, it's more like Pandora is too strong; there's simply no one in this world who can restrain her... It seems I should prepare for my retreat."
Help me up.
The Mind Flayer shook his head, forcing himself to straighten up, his expression resolute.
The mastermind is in a precarious situation; those despicable immortals have held him back, causing the Death Curse Domain to become mired in a quagmire.
"And this world holds what the mastermind needs; we must obtain it to free him from its control."
The cracks in their mental barriers revealed the exhaustion of their morale.
But if they can hold out for just a little longer, their base in the Death Curse Domain will be located, at which point the tide of battle will turn.
"We may suffer a mental breakdown in this battle," the Mind Flayer's words echoed through the psychic network, drawing the attention of the remaining nodes, "but the Overmind will remember our names, and the Death Curse realm will ascend to the realm of immortality!"
The morale that had plummeted surged, and even the mental barrier burst forth with intense light.
"A final burst of energy," Pandora said calmly, ordering another volley.
Modi intercepted a mental signal, and after analyzing it, his eyelids twitched. He heard the Mind Flayer's boastful words.
"What a passionate statement... Could it be that I'm the villain?"
He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and looked at the barrier, which was even more dazzling than before, and sneered, "A dying struggle."
Although mental barriers are supported by beliefs, the mental capacity to withstand stress is not limitless.
After another round of railgun salvo, the Mind Flayer was struck as if by lightning, and a large number of nodes suffered mental collapse and lost contact.
At this moment, the mental barrier, having lost most of its supporting nodes, finally crumbled and shattered into countless fragments.
The Gate of Oblivion lost another line of defense. At the same time, a large number of Nautilus airships crashed, and the Death Curse's minions on the ground fell in droves.
The nano-mist once again advanced inward, cooperating with the mechanical units within the mist to reap the lives of the enemy.
The Mind Flayer collapsed on the deck, his breath faint. Frank stood beside him, his expression complex, muttering to himself, "Looks like I should go too..."
'
"Leave? Where do you think you're going?"
A strong gust of wind swept in, followed by a calm and indifferent voice.
The telepathy took effect at that moment, and the sense of crisis surged to its peak. Frank's eyes widened, and he turned around abruptly.
A blue shadow, carrying a chill, whipped up a biting wind and slapped at the back of his head.
He didn't have time to do anything else, he just hastily put up a mental shield, but it was still no use. The blue shadow shattered it and then slammed heavily into him.
Bang.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. He didn't know how many ribs he had broken from that blow, but one thing was certain: both of his legs were broken.
Something's not right. I was clearly hit on the body, so how come both my legs are broken?
Frank clutched his broken nose, horrified. He tried to stand up, but found his legs wouldn't obey him.
With my body's regenerative abilities, this minor injury should heal instantly, so why... is it a conceptual item?!
The whistling sound rose again, and without the slightest hesitation, he transformed his mental energy into telekinesis, using it to pull his body forward a distance.
Another loud bang, and a large, chilling crater appeared on the deck.
Frank stared at the traces of ice in the pit, his Adam's apple bobbing, cold sweat streaming down his face.
Which expert has arrived this time?
"Being able to react twice in a row shows telepathy; not bad."
It was that same voice again. Frank turned his head sharply and saw a scarlet god sitting on an ice throne, exuding an aura and chill that could not be ignored.
Instinctively, he shivered and read out the name of the deity before him, word by word.
"A sea of scarlet blood?"
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the throne that held the gods, and he felt a faint pain in his legs. He suspected that this was the culprit that had caused his legs to break.
Imagining the crimson deity grabbing the throne and slamming it down on him, Frank's eye twitched, and he asked gravely, "What grudge do we have?"
"There is indeed such a thing that has brought us together. The psionic entity that descended upon Xu City was summoned by the Beacon Legion, wasn't it?"
"Just for this?"
"Not only that," Mordred paused, glancing in the direction of the gray fog, "this time, I'm on Pandora's side."
"So that's how it is..."
'
Frank sighed resignedly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
A surge of psychic energy suddenly erupted, forcibly reattaching his legs and carrying him away from Modi immediately.
A purple light shone in his eyes, and his spiritual energy, as vast as the ocean, transformed into sharp blades that slashed at the terrifying deity on the throne.
Modi watched coldly, then casually swung out a palm strike.
It was not a blood-red shadow that blotted out the sky, but a magnificent sun rising.
This is the first move of the Great Sun Palm, fully unleashed after embarking on the path of light, with its initial radiance appearing.
Not only are there special effects, but there is also boundless radiance that incinerates everything.
Faced with this palm strike, the sharp blade of the mind melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Then, the boundless radiance, undiminished in its force, crashed head-on into Frank, who watched in horror.
If that palm strike lands on me, I'm afraid I'll die!
He disregarded everything else and gritted his teeth to unleash his power, but he was still a step too late.
Endless light and heat enveloped his body, and in less than a second, it first shattered his surging spiritual energy, then seeped into every pore of his body.
The pain of being engulfed in flames didn't even last a moment before his body turned to ashes, leaving only a lingering soul struggling in its death throes before finally dissipating in the radiance.
The half-nautilus airship was destroyed by the Great Sun Palm and crashed to the ground.
A mental blade stabbed from behind his head, but Modi didn't even look at it and slapped it away with another palm strike.
He rose from his throne, ignoring the effects of the crashed airship, and walked toward the Mind Flayer, who lay paralyzed on the ground.
"Frank was just trying to distract me. Your real killing move was too weak, as was your desperate attack."
The Mind Flayer looked up, using his last strength to meet his gaze, and said hoarsely, "It's alright, I have... completed my..."
'
Before he could finish speaking, he lost his last bit of life.
Modi stroked his chin, then slapped his hand, burning the half-airship and the Mind Flayer's corpse together.
With the evidence destroyed, the Gate of Oblivion shouldn't be a major problem; let Pandora handle it.