Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Caught in the Trap
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As Balak obliterated one side of the sky, every eye turned to him.
“The champion’s here?”
“Feels totally different seeing it up close!”
Thanks to that bastard supposedly being on their side, the city’s forces got a morale boost.
The enemy side, though? Not so much.
“……?”
“My god…”
The administrators had a rough idea of Balak’s power.
But now that he was the enemy, their morale tanked.
And on top of that…
“How dare you ignore the Geneva Accords?!”
Balak was pissed at the biochemical attack meant to raze the city.
Thanks to Grutula and Belesa nearby, he could tell friend from foe, so he reset his stance.
Overwhelming mana began shaking space itself, and he unleashed a barrage of punches at the sky.
Kwaaaaaang!
Kwaaaaaang!
“Crazy!?”
“Block it!! N-no!! Refract it!”
The administrators floating in the sky desperately deflected the massive power orbs that would kill on impact.
Now even the instant-death spears joined the anti-air net, making the defense even more solid.
With all aggro pulled to Balak, the command center could track the administrators’ movements crystal clear.
“Alterion, can’t we trigger it now?”
“Not yet.”
More administrators might show up, and they hadn’t hooked the big fish yet.
Of course, their leader might already be inside the city.
Or hiding in some pocket space.
Or maybe they’d pulled back after seeing Balak go wild.
The command center decided to watch and thin out the airborne administrators with available forces.
Not long after Balak’s support kicked in.
“Gurk?!”
Rahel sliced through several desperately defending administrators.
The surrounding ones flew into a rage at the sight, and she mocked them.
“If you’re gonna kill, at least be ready to die.”
Her words made it clear this was battle, not judgment, and it struck a nerve.
As they gripped their weapons and reformed ranks, the battlefield entered a new phase.
The command center couldn’t hide their puzzlement at Balak joining the fray.
“No sign of retreat…”
Frankly, this assault was a massive failure for them.
They’d already won the intel war, tracking every administrator move.
Even if they’d bulked up with artificial beings, this was a defense battle.
Defenders only needed a fraction of the attackers’ force.
But they’d charged in blind to the city’s strength.
Now that they’d tested the waters, smart play was pull back, regroup. Instead, they were doubling down, and command couldn’t make sense of it.
“Alterion… even if they’re green and inexperienced, this is too much, right?”
“They’re just moths to a flame.”
“I think so too. But don’t try understanding extremists’ logic.”
“If they’ve gone that extreme, their next move’s obvious.”
“They’ll push into the city no matter the losses. Or…”
“They’re convinced they can turn the tide.”
“And look at that.”
Balak was now leaping into the sky using his weapons as footholds.
If they couldn’t stop him, their forces would get swept away.
“Now our job’s crystal clear. Alterion, ready?”
“We were ready before they even invaded.”
To counter Balak rampaging, they’d send opponents who could match him.
The moment all eyes locked on that being…
They’d spring the trap.
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Before Balak took to the sky, no one else could comprehend it.
But Balak was extremely frustrated with the situation.
“Tch, sky enemies are such a pain.”
"""Huh?"""
Why are they looking at me like that?
My power’s just too straightforward.
Especially with the obvious wind-up, they scatter everywhere.
Or prep deflections in advance, so I can’t land meaningful hits.
Plus, in battle or war, every enemy killed saves an ally.
Gotta thin them out max now.
And my rampage is racking up city damage!
No time to waste!
I quickly summoned nearby weapons.
“Belesa! Position my siblings as you see fit!”
“Yes, got it! Go get ‘em!”
Prep done—I used my weapons as platforms to climb the sky, exterminating interfering foes.
Midway, some weird auras hit me.
When they reached out, my mind reeled.
But I’d felt these strange powers before, thanks to the Demon King!
Woooooong!
Clang!
Blue light wrapped my fist, clearing my head as their power nullified before my eyes.
I tried remote weapon strikes with sword arts or closing in.
But damn, am I just a ground crawler?!
Even deploying weapons in 3D formation, I can’t fly free, so they keep scattering every which way!
Ahh… so this is 4D combat.
Fucking chaotic.
“Get over here!”
“Eek?!”
“D-don’t come!!”
In the end, I missed all the key targets, just sweeping white trash mobs.
Still, me stirring the enemy lines let our side rack up kills steadily.
How long was I wrecking?
Sudden danger sense hit.
I cranked my Battle Demon Armor’s output right as—
Poof, some weirdo appeared ahead, swinging a weapon. I swung my fist in response.
Chiiiing!
Kwaduduk!
“Finally, a general worth matching!”
“Guh… wild boar bastard!”
That weapon of his…
Similar grain to the Sword Saint’s old one—tanked my full-force punch.
Yeah, with this faction’s power, no way I’d lose to gear!
We clashed once, then kept colliding.
But this is enemy turf!
Shockwaves blasting everywhere, dragging down trash mobs caught in the blasts—their loss.
Tying up a merc-like essential fighter like me? Useless.
Battlefield tilted even more our way.
But they’ve got reserves?!
“Joining in!”
“Oh”
Another one just like the first popped out.
Th-this is a massive faction!!
This is what endless talent means!!
And it’s thrilling.
I wanted bloody combat like this, not newbie tag-team play!
Ching!
Kwaaaaang!!
“No more? Bring more!”
“D-damn! Why’s he so spry?!”
“Grrrr!!”
Midway gleefully overwhelming the two—
“I’m here!”
“Huh?”
A third one actually joined.
Sigh… this felt like déjà vu.
Even the first guy looked pissed, pride wounded.
Seeing that face jogged my memory!!
The Battle of Hu Lao Gate from Romance of the Three Kingdoms!
Started 1v1 duel.
But they piled on to 1v3 ugly, and even three couldn’t win.
And this must be how that filial son with three dads felt facing the plague brothers!
Fucking bullshit!
Sky fighting’s awkward as hell anyway.
Even ganging up multiples.
But I dominated, their faces priceless.
Vibration powers injuring them internally—noses bleeding.
Finally, accumulated damage and fatigue left one unable to fully deflect—arm flung up.
One mistake’s fatal in this fight.
Three brothers about to become two—
Kwaaaaang!!
Suddenly slammed, I crashed to the ground.
No warning whatsoever—I didn’t even register the attack.
How the hell?
Questions flooded my head.
But Battle Demon Armor only dented the suit—no body damage, so I reset battle ready fast.
Ahead of the three huffing and puffing where I’d been—
“Guh… tough bastard.”
A white-armored being appeared, power on another level.
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While Balak fought the higher-ups.
Ferguson and Orek split off as a detachment, moving to exterminate infiltrating enemies.
Ferguson zipped through the city like wind, Orek wolfed out to follow.
Chrrrrk!!
“Bro!”
“Got it!”
Boom!
Orek restricted enemies with plants, Ferguson swept them—combo in action.
Plus, druid spell ‘Earth’s Roots’ buffed on Ferguson.
It shunts impact damage to the ground.
Synced perfectly with his healing factor for near-invincibility, sweeping the field.
Soon met yesterday’s drinking buddies—
“Thanks for the help!”
“Any other spots need support?”
“Big lake in the city’s a mess! Join us?”
“Orek! Let’s go!”
“Yessir!!”
The brothers teamed with pals.
They roamed, purging invaders everywhere.
At the lakeside, new enemies.
Thud!!
“W-we breached.”
“Damn… casualties?!”
Clashed with lower administrators right away.
Ferguson, exposed to their power, got mangled.
Sssr…
“W-what’s that?!”
“Tch… gotta ask bro later for regen clothes.”
Huge holes or missing limbs? All healed as he charged endlessly—administrators fed up.
50th floor swarmed with administrators, chaos worsening city damage.
But their numbers stopped growing.
With their leader-type facing Balak—
Command spotted it quick, signaled hidden giants and ancients.
Massive mana flowed through the whole city.
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