Chapter 462: The Back of Various Colors (1/2)

Chapter 462: The Back of Various Colors

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He set his eyes upon the beast which had been going after the last two members in his squad. An overwhelming grief had emerged in him. For this fight, a majority of his army had been wiped out after giving their very best shot, they had been sacrificed, for safety of their homeland.

Yet...

Their goal...

Was so near... yet so far...

The leader glanced upon the scraps hovering in the space, containing with the broken limbs and what not. He almost could hear the final shout of his soldiers before they joined the stars. It was the place where his allies rested and probably it would be the same for he himself.

It was fate, that he would be welcomed with a premature demise to his glory.

Soundlessly a mech traveled to the back of Scholes. Scholes on his mech was unaware of the uninvited guest, likewise the remaining allies were.

Looking at how the beast was having a fun time playing with his mates, Scholes was enraged as it was none other than pure blasphemy to the military. He gave a tap on the interface and launched the energy shooter!

The beam landed upon the dark shell of red-tailed beast accurately, causing little flash in the void which later revealed the unhurt beast after fading away. The strike did not cause damage but unnecessary attention as a result.

The beast was alerted of Scholes's existence and it seemed displeased with its large bloodshot eyes.

Scholes maintained his position and let the beast charge towards him. His hands were away from the handle, unintended to make a move.

The red tail was shining brightly in the dark like the sun.

The distance between them was decreasing rapidly as the silhouette of the beast grew clearer on Scholes's projection. For some reason, he felt inner peace upon the scene.

Perhaps, he would be joining the stars with his allies here.

He thought with a weak smile on his face.

But he would not want to make a pointless sacrifice. It might be a meaningless attack on the beast with his firepower alone but he was a pilot and as a pilot, one would fight till the end.

The report regarding the beast had been successfully sent to their base. Arwa the commander should have received it at this moment. And this was a little relief for Scholes.

At least he had done something. He had fulfilled the last few responsibilities being the leader of the scouting team. And now, he would fight till the end, to die in glory as what true pilots would do.

His eyes were glowing with spirit as he looked at the charging beast. His fingers landed upon the interface as his nose formed frost on the visual. He was waiting, waiting for that very second the beast made contact with his mech. Some may ask why he did not try to evade, it was simple - one did not evade oneself from a strike coming with a supreme speed like this.

But little did Scholes know, there was one mech right behind him, firmly attached like a remora with the same exact posture as his mech.

It was Ye Chong.

Ye Chong stared at the approaching beast calmly. His former plan was to wait behind this mech for the moment the beast attacked it, but miraculously the pilot of the mech somehow read his mind and had lured the beast to himself.

Would that mean Ye Chong had been discovered?

That did not matter. He wanted a hunt and he was there to get it.

He looked at the beast that seemed to be decelerating drastically as losing its glow. Its muscles were also deflating, looking feeble than before.

”That should be a side effect of its biological behavior,” Mu stated, which fit Ye Chong's speculation, ”Under normal circumstances, an overly excited organism would suffer from a rather undesirable side effect after the end of the strong energy influx.”

”Mhm, all its attributes are dropping.” Ye Chong seemed rather agreeable in this, ”Too bad, we would have a better chance if the beast took out the two mechs first.”

”Your proposition is grasping,” stated Mu indifferently.

Well as grasping as it may sound, it was just a proposition, which came out of Ye Chong's mouth randomly. The war field was always ever-changing to him, he could not make a bargain when there was an opportunity fair enough.

Ye Chong's pupils shrunk as he anticipated the arrival. He was well-prepared for an assassination.

Scholes's eyes were soulless. His heart was pumping slow. His mech was in a typical battle stance, where it had shield on the left and sword on the right while making a slight bow on its body.

The beast was too fast! It was at least a few times faster than Scholes. He did prepare himself to embrace the attack but the speed was still a shocker to his eyes. The beast was so fast that its silhouette had lost its shape, turning blurry like an illusion.

It is time!

”Hah!” Scholes shouted as he pulled the trigger. All the trainings he had undergone years before were meant for this moment!

The cabin was roaring with the alarms, the flashing red lights were intensifying the atmosphere.