Chapter 155 - Chapter 155: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_2 (1/2)

Chapter 155: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_2

Translator: 549690339

While Biochemical Giants prepared for the battle with exoskeletons, the Skeleton Colossus descended onto the field with its bone armor.

The Biochemical Giants emitted Flame Pillars using biochemical reactors, while the Skeleton Colossus, with its jaws wide open, unleashed the Death Pulse rays.

Brandishing weapons, the Biochemical Giants severed the arms of the Skeleton Colossus, but could do nothing to resist the opponent’s rapid repair under the drizzle.

The Skeleton Colossus gripped the arm of the Biochemical Giant, bit into it, piercing the exoskeleton and tearing off a large chunk of bloody flesh.

But in the blink of an eye, the Biochemical Giants’ wounds were healed amidst the squirming of fresh flesh, displaying incredible self-healing abilities.

The fight between them was as if they were mirrored images of each other.

No matter what moves one party used, the other party always had a way to counter the attack.

Each time they collided, the castle would tremble.

Steam pipelines outside the walls burst, stone bricks on the walls cracked, and bits of metal, mud, and rocks continuously fell with the rainwater.

“It’s because they have the same mentorship so they can’t break through each other’s attacks. ‘Tis a stalemate.” Noland Lee shook his head and sighed when he saw the cracking castle wall.

“Stop fighting, you guys. This castle is being torn apart by you, it’s a valuable ancient structure, it’d be a pity if it collapses… Forget it, it’s none of my business. I must swiftly find a safe route and climb over the fortress wall.” Noland Lee surveyed the fortress. The internal battles in other areas followed the same pattern as this one.

The “Imperial Fist” was dealing with the Skeleton Colossus.

The regular soldiers were concentrated near multiple large sewer pipe entrances.

They were constructing their firepower network, frantically blocking the Dark Wrathful Spirits that emerged from underground, unable to spare any hands or time to sweep away the other Dark Wrathful Spirits wandering the streets.

It wasn’t only soldiers and military officers in the Legion Fortress but also many ordinary people.

These were ordinary people recruited from throughout the Empire, including laborers moving goods next to the steam train station, and workers in the dining hall, hotel, artificial gardens, and boiler rooms.

These people were too far from the line where Imperial Soldiers assembled. They couldn’t get protection and could only emit cries of despair, calling for the soldiers’ rescue.

Noland Lee felt helpless to intervene in the situation. He could only silently pray for these ordinary people’s safety.

He pondered for two seconds, listening to the chaos outside while calling forth the map of the fortress he had drawn in his mind.

After transferring the map onto the wall in the isolation room, Noland Lee used his Deconstruction Technique to etch it into his mind.

Now, with a single thought, the map would appear before him.

He identified his location based on the house specifications and directions of the streets on the map.

“I am currently situated on the southwestern side of the Legion Fortress, about 600 meters away from the nearest fortress wall. If I were to go straight, I’d have to cross Shop Street and the Firearms Workshop. Perhaps I can still travel comfortably within the city, but what about outside?”

Noland Lee raised his eyes to gaze at the walls in the southwest.