As Wealth had once explained, without the purple energy, Mystic Void Continent would face decline if it didn’t find a way forward.
"You should escape while you still can," the child urged earnestly. "These aliens kill people without rcy. Even defenseless elders and children aren’t spared."
Amalia remained calm, asking, "If Shadron has no ans of resisting them, why are you still alive?"
The child’s expression turned grim. "Why else? It’s because the aliens treat Shadron as their playground. When they’re in the mood, they co to massacre people for entertainnt. Each ti, countless lives are lost. No one is guaranteed survival. Ordinary people like us are slightly better off, but the soldiers—well, they’re the aliens’ primary targets."
"There used to be a million soldiers. Now, I’d say there’s less than fifty thousand left."
The statistics were undeniably brutal.
Booming artillery continued to rain destruction, reducing the city to rubble.
Calling it a city was too generous—it had already beco a wasteland.
At that mont, a fiery missile shot toward them like a teor streaking across the sky.
"It’s over! Run for your lives!" the child cried out in panic, having witnessed the devastating power of these bombs before.
Amalia turned her head to glance at the incoming missile.
To her eyes, its speed, while impressive to others, seed slow—so slow that she could casually grab and crush it with her hand.
Just as she prepared to make her move, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.
It was a ch, standing over four ters tall.
The ch was heavily damaged, missing an arm and greatly weakened in combat capacity, yet it fearlessly stepped in front of them.
"Get out of here!" the ch’s pilot shouted at them.
"It’s a ch Soldier!" the child exclaid, his voice tinged with surprise and hope.
However, the light in his eyes dimd the mont he noticed the ch Soldier’s missing arm.
Even a fully intact ch was no match for these aliens, let alone a broken one.
Despite knowing it stood no chance, the ch keep charged at the missile without hesitation.
Its desolate figure resembled a lone, courageous hero.
The missile exploded the instant it made contact with the ch.
The soldier piloting the ch assud he was dood.
In fact, he had already resigned himself to death.
The aliens treated them like playthings, toying with them as they pleased.
Without reinforcents or firepower, there was no way they could win.
He no longer held out hope for the empire either.
The rest of the empire was engulfed in turmoil, and even if supplies were available, delivering them safely to Shadron was nearly impossible.
To make matters worse, they had lost contact with the empire six months ago.
Shadron had fallen under the aliens’ control.
They had severed all ans of communication with the outside world and prevented anyone from leaving the planet, though they didn’t stop outsiders from entering.
Their malicious intent was clear to anyone.
This was why Amalia and Kenny Lin, as strangers appearing on Shadron, were t not with suspicion but sympathy.
The soldier, fully prepared to die, suddenly realized he was unhard.
He stared in shock as the explosion’s brilliant display seed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, its power rendered completely harmless.
"What just happened?" The soldier’s face was a mix of disbelief and confusion.
Amalia had, of course, intervened.
The missile, which appeared devastating and capable of destroying a ch, was nothing more than a minor annoyance to her.
As the black smoke cleared, the child, who had been trembling and ready to flee, stood frozen in place upon seeing the ch unhard.
He thought it must have been so kind of advanced tactic by the ch Soldier.
A flicker of hope reignited in his heart.
Perhaps things weren’t as dire as they seed.
Perhaps the ch Soldier had finally found a way to defeat these aliens.
"Huh?"
Xethis, a high-ranking alien who is piloting a superior-grade ch, suddenly noticed sothing unusual on his scanner.
The missile he had fired earlier was aid casually at a shadowy figure he detected in the distance.
In this lower-dinsional space, even the lowest-tier high-dinsional chs surpassed the capabilities of local machines.
A single missile could obliterate the most advanced of their chs, let alone an interdiate-grade one.
Xethis had no intention of following up on whether the ants he targeted survived or perished.
He was busy hunting others when the scan caught his attention.
Pausing for a mont, he realized that the survivors had already been claid by other pilots.
But sothing unexpected appeared before him—a ch, battered and incomplete, yet sohow intact after the impact of his missile.
"They survived?" Xethis muttered, intrigued by the sight of the ch.
At first, he assud that the lower-dinsional pilot must have done sothing extraordinary to withstand his firepower.
Excitent surged within him.
After several rounds of "gas" on Shadron, the novelty had worn thin.
However, finding soone able to resist his attack rekindled his enthusiasm.
"This trip wasn’t wasted. This prey is mine—no one else better interfere," he declared, steering his beast-shaped ch toward the lone survivor.
Arriving before the damaged machine, Xethis’s voice carried both authority and disdain.
"It seems you managed to block my missile. I’ll allow you to state your na."
The soldier inside the interdiate-grade ch, Tariq, had no idea what had just happened.
Seeing the alien in front of him made his nerves taut like a bowstring.
"I’m speaking to you! Didn’t you hear ?" Xethis’s expression darkened as his question went unanswered.
"Get the hell out of our star system, you damn aliens!" Tariq roared in rage.
"Excellent. It seems you’re asking for death," Xethis snarled, his patience evaporating.
With a single thought, the weaponized turrets on his beast-like ch locked onto Tariq’s battered machine.
Without hesitation, Xethis unleashed a barrage of firepower.
The attacks rained down in all directions and sealing off every potential escape route.
Despair began to flickered in Tariq’s eyes.
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