Chapter 156

Chapter 156

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The Cult and the StarUnion.

A race that has evolved civilization with psychic abilities and a race of machines that emerged as mechanical engineering reached its extreme peak.

Theres hardly any resemblance between them, but at this moment, they seemed somewhat alike.

Because they are pouring all their strength into killing each other.

Spear-like torpedoes resembling thermometers flew wildly, controlled by androids, forming a chaotic swarm like a school of fish underwater.

As the swarm of torpedoes rushed towards their prey, the Cult ships retaliated. Ships, shifting from a diamond formation to a hexagonal one, unleashed violet psychic power.

Just as fishermen catch fish with nets, the nets of psychic power engulfed the torpedoes, triggering powerful explosions one after another.

Amidst the silent fireworks, the mechanical fleets maneuvered to flank the Cult warships. The Cult, not letting their guard down, intercepted the approaching cyborg ships swiftly.

And I find myself in the midst of the battlefield.

Dodging remote-controlled torpedoes and psychic power heat rays narrowly.

To the right!

My loyal aide, the auxiliary organ, alerted me to the danger. Connected to the ship, I swiftly maneuvered the hull to evade the torpedo coming from the right.

Four cyborg warships are targeting me.

Activate psychic cannons.

While maintaining speed, I activated the psychic cannons of the escort ship I used for preemptive strikes against the StarUnion fleet. Six psychic cannons spewed fire towards the enemies.

One of the cyborg ships trailing closely behind me didnt anticipate my six-gun salvo and got shot down. Witnessing this, the remaining three ships each evaded my attack in their own way.

Not bad skills.

Two ships evaded through evasive maneuvers, but one slowed down, deflecting my attack trajectory. It might have been a decent tactic if I were alone, but blind attacks are prevalent here.

As I anticipated, a heat ray from somewhere penetrated the slowed cyborg ship. Flames erupted from a gaping hole in the hull, oxidizing in a chain reaction.

Good. Things are going smoothly.

Provoking both sides to clash was my intention, but I hadnt expected the skirmish to escalate this quickly. Its an unexpected stroke of luck.

With this atmosphere, we can easily move to the next phase.

My ultimate goal is to shake off pursuit and safely escape this star system.

While its possible to escape amidst the enemies fighting each other, theres one issue. If pursuit resumes after the battle ends, it will be troublesome.

Given the immense damage caused because of me, the StarUnion will never forgive me. Not until they are certain that Im dead.

So, I intend to show them that I am indeed dead.

Ill demonstrate by blowing up the ship weve already abandoned.

Lets wait a little longer for the right opportunity.

I tilted the rapidly flying hull upward. While the strain on the hull wouldnt be light for a regular aircraft, this ship is practically an extension of myself.

Seeing my abnormal movement, the torpedoes following me momentarily lost their target and collided with the debris of other ships or floating wreckage.

The cyborgs also tried to follow my upward direction, but theyre significantly slower than me. As they attempted to turn, I fired the psychic cannons while maneuvering behind them.

Chunks of short psychic power, resembling bullets, struck the mechanical warships. A ship hit by six energy rounds simultaneously was torn into four pieces. From within, numerous androids and cyborgs were seen scrambling out into space.

True to the fading consciousness typical of the StarUnion, there were no ships rushing to rescue them. The lone remaining cyborg ship fired torpedoes at me, leaving their dying comrades floating in zero gravity.

The distance is too short to dodge them all.

I swiftly angled the hull upwards again. As the torpedoes approached for collision, I tilted the hull diagonally, narrowly avoiding the torpedoes meant to destroy me.

The failed torpedoes hastily tried to alter their trajectories, but I wouldnt let them. With five psychic cannon portals already aimed at the torpedoes, they vanished amidst violet flames.

I retreated amidst the advancing Cult ships mixed with my own.

The beautiful ultimate weapon resembling a diamond is equipped with hundreds of psychic cannons. Then, numerous violet energy rounds flew towards the massive number of cyborgs.

Even if the front is protected by APD, the sides and rear are not. Cyborg ships hit by dozens of energy rounds were shattered.

Some reckless cyborgs attempted collision tactics against the Imperial battleship.

Foolish.

The Imperial battleship not only had stronger shields but also extremely tough armor, making it difficult to destroy with tactics like this.

As I expected, all their attempts were futile. Later, some ships seemed to try again but quickly halted.

The commander is blocking them.

After the cyborg fleet split into multiple directions, each headed towards the rear of the Cult fleet. The plan was to start clearing out the other ships assisting the Imperial battleship first.

Cyborgs charging relentlessly, Cult trying to keep their distance for long-range combat.

It might seem like both sides are evenly matched, but in reality, its not the case. Cyborgs havent yet used their ultimate weapons.

Its about time to switch ships.

When the cyborg comes crashing towards me, its the opportunity to switch ships.

I abandoned my evasion-centric movement strategy and actively engaged in attacks, pouring energy rounds regardless of whether it was Cult or cyborg.

After destroying several ships in this manner, I felt the cyborgs were paying attention to me. Along with it, Number 26 sent a message to me.

Big guy, looks like that big ugly one over there is up to something.

[ZZZZ ZZZ (Oh, really?)]

Should we put a stop to it?

[ZZZ ZZ ZZZZ ZZ (No, leave it be.)]

What Number 26 said was probably an attempt at precise scanning towards me from the enemy battleship. By now, they must know.

About the cyborg aboard this organic ship sending strange signals to themselves. And that this ship is the culprit behind this situation.

A faint wave lightly brushed past my body. The precise scanning must be complete.

Subsequently, the enemys attacks intensified compared to before. As many as 10 ships began tailing me to mark me.

Come on, Im right here, so come at me quickly.

Deliberately dodging torpedoes by a hairs breadth seemed to have really provoked the cyborg ships. It was evident from their ignoring of the Cult fighter jets restraining them and solely pursuing me.

And finally, the opportunity I had been waiting for arrived. I sensed a cyborg ship rushing towards me from afar.

We have less than 2 minutes left.

Urgently, I shifted our position to a nearby spot that wasnt the atomic core. Except for MacF, who had been holding on since earlier.

Huh, wha Me too

His final shout was lost as he buried himself in the moving wall.

Having completed the move safely, I quickly released the Horizon of Nightmares. As my metal and alloyed body separated and fell to the ground, I activated the Organic Evolution trait.

This time, the special transformation I aimed for was

Crafty Weakling!

As the trait activated, my body rapidly shrunk.

At the same time, the ship shook violently.

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