281: Chapter 281 If Mechs Can't Kill Gods, Then We'll Tear Down Gods' Platforms

The bow, spear, and shield left the Heavenly Armory.

The three Holy Light weapons sealed off the sky above Jiangcheng.

Anar wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her four wings overlapping as she blocked the path in front of Tiangong No. 1.

"This place belongs to the Lin family."

"You have no right to take me away."

Michael raised his battle sword.

His six wings propelled his body through the clouds.

The sword blade descended.

Anar ascended to meet him, two of her wings wrapping around the battle sword as black-red corpse energy crawled along the blade toward Michael's arm.

Her other two wings folded inward, thrusting toward his chest armor.

A giant shield blocked the space between them.

The wings collided with the shield's surface, and shards of Holy Light swept across the urban area, cutting off rooftop antennas and slicing through the corners of several derelict buildings.

Michael retreated three steps.

Anar prepared to press the attack, but his six wings had already spread out.

The high-tier status suppressed her four wings. Her flight altitude began to drop.

Michael twisted his wrist.

The battle sword continued to pin her down, while the long spear thrust out from behind the giant shield.

Anar dodged to the side.

The spear tip grazed her chest, piercing through her left wing and pinning the wing bone in mid-air.

She grabbed the spear shaft.

The giant shield fell from above.

Boom!

Anar was pinned and plummeted hundreds of meters. Her four wings struck the shield's surface repeatedly, and blood flowed down her feathers, splashing onto the Tiangong shield.

"Strip away the contamination."

"Retrieve the Saintess."

Michael's voice echoed across the global channel.

The Holy Court immediately cut into the feed.

[The traitorous Saintess has been suppressed.]

[The Holy Sanctuary will complete the retrieval.]

[Lay down your weapons and accept the guidance of the Holy Light.]

In the Jiang-Zhe-Hu Region, the remaining crosses lit up simultaneously.

In front of the artillery formation in Shanghai, dozens of knights trampled over the ruins, lunging toward the energy node.

Outside the communications tower in Zhe City, a rain of Holy Light arrows fell into the defensive position. The defenders carried their wounded behind a wall as ammunition crates were pierced by the arrows.

Beneath the main node in Jiangcheng, hidden believers pressed the detonators.

The roadbed collapsed.

Energy pipelines were exposed in the fire.

"The Holy Light will take us away!"

They shouted the same phrase, grabbing the second batch of explosives.

In the command room, red lights flashed across all twelve combat zones.

The communications officer turned around.

"Housekeeper Su, the aerial defense line needs reinforcements!"

Su Xiaonuan did not look up.

"Qin Yumo is not to move."

"Wang Ya, hold the water network."

"All high-tier combatants are to remain in the Inner Circle."

She dragged the tactical map, splitting the twelve Titans into four groups.

"Titan Legion, block the nodes in the three regions."

Shanghai.

Tank drove titan no. 1 into the artillery formation.

Five heavy-duty mechs dropped their shields side-by-side, their mechanical arms locking onto the tattered outer armor to form a wall of steel.

The Holy Light longsword sliced through the first layer of armor.

The mechs behind detached their spare shielding plates and pushed them into the breach.

One pilot was struck in the shoulder by an arrow, and their escape pod opened. A veteran reserve pilot stepped onto the pedal, fastened the seatbelt, and restarted the mechanical arm.

"Artillery!"

Tank slammed down his heavy shield.

"Follow the mechs!"

Zhao Dingshan grabbed the communicator.

"All artillery positions, move forward!"

Soldiers pushed the artillery carriages against the steel wall. Loaders knelt beside the mechs' legs, feeding shells into the chambers.

The gun barrels extended over the Titans' shoulders.

Volley fire.

The charge line formed by the knights was overturned by the artillery fire.

Jiangcheng underground pipelines.

Iron Arm King drove shadow protector no. 2, smashing open the maintenance door.

Holy Light crystals encased the main lines, and explosives were attached, leaving only a few scorched marks.

The shadow moved along the wall crevices, military knives tapping against three load-bearing points.

"To the left."

"Half a meter lower."

Iron Arm King discarded the back armor and flight module.

All power from the universal core was diverted to the impact hammer.

The first hammer blow.

A crack appeared in the crystal layer.

The second hammer blow.

The cables were exposed.

The third hammer blow landed, and the entire set of lines was severed in two.

The beam of light above Shanghai was missing a section.

Another Shadow Protector team severed the energy line in Zhe City.

The Heavenly Armory behind Michael faltered for a half-beat.

The defenders raised their gun barrels.

"The beam is weakening!"

"Advance with the Titans!"

Jiangcheng main node.

feilong no. 3 stepped over the collapsed road surface.

Mental contamination spread along the streets; the defenders dropped their weapons, repeating the Holy Court's slogans in their mouths.

Jiang Yun pulled down the main power lever.

Green Lotus Fire flooded the diversion channels.

The contamination collided with the chest armor and was swept into the power spine by the flames. The mech's output surged past the red line.

[Core load at 130%.]

[Power spine entering overload state.]

feilong no. 3 smashed through the knights, its mechanical fist shattering the console casing.

Jiang Yun ripped out the energy line.

"Liu Qing, I've sent the coordinates."

Liu Qing overlapped the lines from the three regions.

The final set of power supply points appeared on the main screen.

Tang Qiqi stared at the tactical map.

Twelve mechs; seven were stopped on the battlefield, five were still moving.

The artillery positions, energy stations, and communication towers were all held.

She picked up the megaphone.

"Mechs can't kill a god."

"But they can dismantle the stage beneath the god's feet."

High in the sky, Michael turned his head.

The battle sword detached from Anar and slashed down toward the Jiangcheng main node.

The sword light passed through the city, striking feilong no. 3 directly.

Green Lotus Fire swallowed a portion of the Holy Light.

The chest armor was still sliced open, and the power spine was severed.

[Core load exceeding safe levels.]

[Escape pod entering standby state.]

Tang Qiqi forcibly accessed the cockpit.

"Jiang Yun, eject!"

Jiang Yun gripped the control stick.

Half of the energy line was still hanging from the mechanical hand.

"There's half a meter of line left."

"I told you to eject!"

feilong no. 3 took a step forward.

The left leg joint snapped, and the mech knelt into the ruins.

The remaining mechanical arm grabbed the cable and yanked it backward.

The entire set of energy lines, along with the underground base, was ripped out.

Jiang Yun pressed the eject button.

The cockpit shot out of the mech, with the Green Lotus Fire supporting its base, sending her toward the defenders' position.

The out-of-control feilong no. 3 crashed into the node.

The Holy Light accumulated in the diversion channels surged back into the sky.

The console, the mech, and the main cross station all disintegrated together.

The beams of light in Jiangcheng, Shanghai, and Zhe City all cut off.

The bow behind Michael dissipated first.

The giant shield lost its form.

His six wings became overlapping afterimages.

The cheers on the Holy Court channel stopped mid-sentence.

Jiang Yun's escape pod crashed into the buffer net.

Medical personnel had just gathered around when she pushed open the hatch.

"Did feilong no. 3 complete its mission?"

Tang Qiqi watched the mech signal drop to zero, took off her goggles, and wiped the dust off the lenses.

"The pilot is back."

"Then the mech hasn't lost."

In the center of the clouds, the Seraphim's feathers were still burning.

Michael's manifestation had not disappeared.

He grabbed the long spear piercing Anar's wings and swung his arm, slamming her into the ground.

Anar crashed into the outer rim of Tiangong.

Half of the building collapsed.

Her four wings were splayed across the broken walls, her left wing pinned into the bottom of the pit by the long spear.

Holy Light chains descended from the clouds, wrapping around her neck, arms, and wings, dragging her away from the rubble.

Michael landed above the deep pit.

His palm pressed against her forehead.

The black-red patterns in Anar's eyes began to fade.

A Barbie doll.

A teddy bear.

A birthday cake.

The image of Lin Yuan standing on her shoulders.

Memories were being pulled out of her body by the Holy Light.

On the observation deck, Lin Yuan set down his coffee.

Beside the seat, Lin Motong straightened the teddy bear.

She stepped past Lin Yuan.

Her eyes turned black and red.

Hundreds of thousands of zombies in the outer circle simultaneously crouched down.

The glass inside the building cracked along the window frames.

Lin Motong walked to the edge of the shield and looked at Michael, who was stripping away Anar's consciousness.

"Let go."