Chapter 461: Unwilling - Scholes from the Scouting Group (1/2)

Chapter 461: Unwilling - Scholes from the Scouting Group

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The crimson tip of the tail slashed through the void, like a strike of bloody lightning, right onto the waist of a mech. The metallic coating was not able to provide the mech the necessarily robust to take the strike well. A quick flick by the tail and the mech had shattered, with its remnants splashing onto its allies nearby.

That was the 9th mech the beast had destroyed.

And that was not game-changing enough for the beast as one could discern all the bleeding scratches over its shrunken epidermis and dull fleshes. The only recognizable part of its former glory was probably the glowing tail which somehow shone brighter after tasting the demise of the others.

The fight had intensified since then, as people apparently had lost their mind trying to take that beast down. The situation somehow had lost control, that even Ye Chong decided to stay at stealth.

This little group of mechs were all ranged units by default, yes, their unique formation might be capable of providing the versatility in the field but they still were not born to do close-combats. It took them real blood and sweat to corner the beast.

It was literally a life for a life!

Ye Chong could not help but to exclaim at their brutality.

The beast had been driven up the wall in fact, as it no longer took the attacks with dodges but thrashes. Wielding its indestructible tail, at every thrash the beast made, a new scratch would appear over its body while one more mech would blow up immediately.

The fight seemed ever-ending. Scratches were increasing, whereas the foes were decreasing in number. It was no more a fight of offense but pure endurance.

Ugh. The eyes of the red-tailed beast twitched, as it felt a drastic pain sliding over its abdomen. The beast did not back off as it held the mech forcibly with its tail raised and stung the foe. Like a spear, the tail pierced the mech's body and unexpectedly the mech dropped its weapon and clasped the beast promptly. Both of them tumbled and the mechanical hands were grabbing the two hands of the beast. The scene looked odd, as if it seemed to be about love and war between the machine and the beast. But nobody at the scene was amused by it.

Scholes and his teammates were having their eyes peeled, as they backed away from the center of the battle and chained up to form a circle.

The red-tailed beast kept struggling, but it had long lost the strength to fight back with its body, eventually its tail was stinging randomly, piercing the iron threat again and again, which every sting carried a few gears and nuts away. The mech was as if one from Trash Planet, technically a trash itself, yet its mechanical arms remained gripped over the beast tightly.

Ye Chong was impressed by the bravery of the pilot. The cabin had been penetrated by the beast at least thrice and probably the pilot would survive with a likelihood of less than 1% inside. Nevertheless, he fought not for his life but for a greater likelihood of his teammates.

Ye Chong's pupils shrunk as his hands slowly reached the control panel.

Phew...

He started adjusting his respiration. He took a deep breath and he felt ready to jump into action. His eyes gradually opened as he captured every bit of the happening in the projection.

He was anticipating, the chance to make that one deadly kill!

Certainly he had no idea what upcoming plans these suicidal units had but he was pretty sure that these members of the ferocious squad would not forsake the opportunity seized by their dying teammate.

The red-tailed beast started to feel the weight lifting from the grip, as its tail searched the inside of the mech. The beast was very confident that once enough drilling had been made, the metallic threat would be exiled, permanently.

But Scholes did not want that to happen.

”Charge!” shouted Scholes manically, as he was no more the less-talker, the one bound by discipline. Veins were bloating over his body, as he pulled his throat, screaming on top of his lungs, leading his members, charging forward.

The mech flexed, armed with a melee weapon, zooming towards the red-tailed beast.

”Charge!!!” The other members had joined the spiritual scream of their leader in the communication channel.

The remaining mechs fell upon the red-tailed beast one after another like a meteor shower.

The red-tailed beast mustered all its strength to escape the attack, yet the piece of junk had hold it back from moving an inch. The mech had only half of its body left but was managed to clench onto the beast till the end. It was then Scholes's alloy sword passed the abdomen of the beast.