Chapter 1396 - Silent Disaster (2/2)

“Don’t worry, leave it to me.” Lightning already knew what he wanted to say from his complicated expression.

“I’ll leave it to you!” Cat’s Claw gave another bow, before organizing the Artillery Squad down to the next gathering point.

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Is this the product you are so proud of?

Silent Disaster tilted his head and looked at Mask. Although the former did not speak, Nassaupelle felt as though he could hear the mocking words and the laughter of the other party.

The lowlifes’ resistance was far more ferocious than he had anticipated. Even after shortening the distance between them, the “Extinguisher” Symbiotic Demons failed in disposing off the resistance. The situation left it quite embarrassed—especially after Mask had declared that knowledge was supreme.

To have bestowed the new Symbiotic Demons the name of ‘Extinguisher’ meant that Nassaupelle wanted to use it to prove that their existence were sufficient to overpower the human’s fire forks, fire bolts, and fiery rain capabilities. But not only did the humans successfully obstruct the first wave of Extinguishers, they were able to form a defensive perimeter at the mountainside in preparation to fight the second wave.

This outcome was truly difficult for Nassaupelle to swallow!

He knew that his work was far stronger than the Primal Demons not only in terms of attack and defense, but that they were also not restricted by the Red Mist. Furthermore, they had no fear for their own lives and could never tire out until the complete consumption of their magic power. To him, they were considered perfect weapons of war. If it had been invented a few hundred years earlier, Nassaupelle believed that the Union would never have escaped. Ignoring the Fertile Plains, even the islands south of the Land of Dawn would be easy to conquer!

Yet, when it was first introduced into battle, the Extinguishers barely performed better than the Primal Demons. How could it not annoy him?

“We have plenty of Symbiotic Demons on the Deity of Gods, I want to see how long these lowlifes can resist!” Senior Lord Mask raised the magic core in his hand again.

But Silent Disaster grabbed and stopped him.

“Do you want to tell me that the magic power is limited—” Nassaupelle spoke resentfully. The thing he hated most was individuals that relied on force to “interfere” with his plans, and not the inability to comprehend rationality and reason. He knew that the Blood Conqueror was as such, same for the Sky Lord, but he never expected for Silent Disaster to be the same as well.

The reason why the improved “spear-wielding” Symbiotic Demons had the ability to throw such astounding weights was completely a result of the strong magic power provided by the improved obelisk. Every shot consumed a large amount of magic power; thus, shooting consecutively in short intervals would influence the Deity of Gods’ flight. Aside from that, the huge consumption would substantially age the God’s Stone mine beneath the obelisk, decreasing the lifespan of the Deity of Gods. “—But if we do not get rid of these lowlifes, wouldn’t we be boosting their morale? Don’t forget the lowlifes which Hackzord had brought up here. They are observing the battle as well. For the sake of the race, we have to annihilate them completely at all cost!”

“Allow me,” Silent Disaster replied in a concise manner.

In response to Silent Disaster’s inclination to do battle, Mask was stunned. “You plan to set out with the spears? I have experimented multiple times. When that thing falls to the ground, the force is sufficient to crush all living specimens in one’s body. Even after wrapping the live specimens up, it is extremely difficult to ensure their lives; only some Symbiotic Demons are capable of withstanding the huge impact.”

“But you haven’t tried it with me, no?” Silent Disaster walked towards the stele that was accumulating magic power without turning his head.

“Hackzord isn’t around. If anything happens, I can’t save you!”

Silent Disaster waved his hand, as though he did not take the warning to heart.

Mask had no choice but to activate the magic core as he controlled the spear-wielding Symbiotic Demon to open its outer shell.

Right as Silent Disaster entered the stele, Mask called out.

“Hey, don’t die.”

Silent Disaster raised an arm, to reveal a white cloth—it resembled the corner piece of a robe.

Mask frowned; very few in the race placed emphasis on decorative items, but the thin and white cloth reminded him of the usual getup of Valkries in the Presiding Holy See.

“I will not die until all the humans are dead.” he replied before disappearing into the stele.