The "Sky Thunder IV" was the model of the single-soldier missile mounted on Lin Xiaochen's back, renowned as the "strongest single-soldier missile in the Star Sea." Officially released to the market six months ago, it boasted 17 patented technologies and carried a hefty price tag of seven million Starshields per unit.
Many rcenaries risked their lives completing missions, yet their earnings often fell short of affording even one such missile.
Furthermore, due to its considerable size, even Lin Xiaochen's cha was equipped with only two.
Now, as the Combat Rooster effortlessly unleashed a fiery torrent that blasted open the base's gates, Lin Xiaochen sheepishly retracted his missile.
Behind the gate lay a scene of chaos, with plus of white smoke billowing upwards—lting the gate had been an incidental benefit of the fiery blast.
Originally, four ard vehicles had been positioned in a line behind the gate, supported by dozens of rebel soldiers who had established defensive positions around them.
The vehicles exhibited the distinctive rebel style: minimal armored protection, with three rapid-fire weapon stations welded onto each chassis—one on each side and another on the roof.
The rebel fighters wielded a motley assortnt of weapons, ranging from short blaster pistols to longer electromagnetic and pulse rifles.
But now, the vehicles were wrecked and the fighters scattered. The dead lay still, the wounded writhed, and screams echoed through the air.
These individuals had committed nurous atrocities. Shang Qingye felt no pity as chanical arms extended from the cha's shoulders, unleashing a barrage of energy ammunition with a series of CLANGS AND BANGS.
The base was expansive enough for the Combat Rooster to enter. Chen Gu had it take the lead, while everyone else used its bulk for cover, firing continuously from behind, thodically eliminating rebels as they pushed deeper.
However, Chen Gu found himself wondering why the Combat Rooster had suddenly awakened this spitting ability.
The terrifying heat of its breath brought sothing to mind. He hastily checked his Dinsional Prison Ring, his eyes widening in fury. "Damn it! Who told you to eat my two laser swords?"
The Combat Rooster feigned deafness, continuing its valiant fight at the vanguard. With a single swipe of its claws, it demolished a fortified bunker within the base, silencing the rebels firing from inside before they could even utter a sound.
"Don't think you can get away with this!" Chen Gu roared from behind.
The Combat Rooster turned, an expression of utter "bewildernt" on its face, and CHIRPED a few tis. You didn't say I couldn't eat them when you threw them in...
Chen Gu, seething with anger, was about to unleash a tirade. Then he recalled giving specific instructions not to eat the researchers from the white lab when he'd tossed them in. But the laser swords... He'd been in the heat of battle and probably hadn't had ti to give any such order.
Chen Gu was speechless, still fuming and thoroughly displeased. Four laser swords were of little practical use to him, and the Combat Rooster developing a pulse-breath ability after consuming them was, objectively, a good thing. Nevertheless, Great Actor Chen was simply not happy.
This stemd from an obsessive-compulsive mindset. To him, four becoming two—a loss of half—was simply imperfect.
Noticing its master had fallen silent, the Combat Rooster surreptitiously turned back to its slaughter, a quiet wave of relief washing over it. Actually, it couldn't quite rember whether its master had explicitly said "do not eat" when he placed those items inside. It felt like it had just gotten away with sothing.
They fought their way deeper. Halfway through, the passages beca too narrow for the Combat Rooster. Chen Gu recalled it to the Dinsional Prison Ring. He had hoped Teacher Wang would then step up, utilizing his "Hell Titan" ability to spearhead their continued advance.
Yet, at this juncture, Teacher Wang once again perford his "vanishing in place" act. Left with no alternative, the students had to rely on themselves.
Chen Gu pointed at Qiao Shuangyi. "You're up. Your turtle shell is the toughest."
Qiao Shuangyi's legs trembled with fright. "Brother Chen—" he whimpered.
Chen Gu just shook his head. You're such a failure! he thought. Shangguan Yuqing is watching. How could you possibly win the fair lady's heart with such a cowardly display?
He shot Qiao Shuangyi an exasperated look, thoroughly disappointed, then snatched up the two remaining laser swords and charged to the front.
He flipped open "Histories of Four Hundred," allowing the mories of Derek Kun Shen Ken to possess him. Under "Entanglent Control," the two double-ended laser swords rose beside him with a ZZT—WHIRR— sound.
This rebel base, Chen Gu imdiately felt, is the "ugliest" place in the world! It must be thoroughly cleansed, made to disappear from this world!
Severe academic stickler Derek Kun Shen Ken was firmly convinced that only centrality and symtry constituted "beauty." In his eyes, the rebels' style—prioritizing power above all else—was a desecration of "beauty."
The two laser swords shot out, slicing rapidly through everything in their path. Amidst a series of BANGS, ard motorcycles, rebel soldiers, modified chas, and heavily fortified bunkers alike were all cleanly bisected!
In this type of combat, where attribute-enhancing props were unnecessary, laser swords proved far more suitable.
After advancing several hundred more ters, they encountered the "Crimson Bear Warriors."
Hundreds of these formidable warriors stord out from a dark gateway, roaring ferociously. But the two double-headed laser swords spiraled and danced, ZIPPING AND BUZZING as they perford crosscutting sweeps. The Crimson Bear Warriors were carved up like waterlons.
Without needing heavy fire support from his classmates behind him, Chen Gu single-handedly dealt with these illegally modified fighters.
This was the last significant wave of resistance the base could muster. After that, they advanced unhindered, pushing all the way to the central control room of the entire complex.
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