Above The Sky
Chapter 582 - 582 551 Giving Up Thinking How Refreshing 13

582: Chapter 551: Giving Up Thinking, How Refreshing (1/3) 582: Chapter 551: Giving Up Thinking, How Refreshing (1/3) “The Alchemy Engine has urgently shut down and will need an hour and a half to clean the residue from the cooling slag inside the furnace.”

“Supplies are sufficient, and no anomalies have occurred with the ammunition.

The communication equipment is usable, but there is significant interference.”

The technical Knight reported to Tres and Ian the situation after the track transport vehicle stalled, and he finally concluded, “Captain, I believe this is due to Azure City overlapping too deeply with the Domain of Void.

The Knight Order’s records mention that in places with a high overlap rate with the Domain of Void, like the Fairy Homeland, many devices easily conflict with the dissimilar laws there, resulting in either stalling or even self-destruction without special treatment.”

“We did bring the relevant handling equipment this time, which can withstand some of the anomalies.

However, the processing time is estimated to be between three to five hours.”

“Proceed on foot.”

Decisively, Tres ordered as he frowned and turned to look back at the Iron Behemoth behind him.

Although the Knight’s expression carried a hint of regret, he understood what was important for the mission: “Remove all supplies that need to be carried and establish a simple camp centered around the transport vehicle.

Then, based on the camp, explore the surrounding area in squads of five.”

“Yes, Captain!”

Ian raised no objections to Tres’s handling of the situation, because it was indeed the correct response.

They certainly did not have more than three hours to repair the vehicle.

With the Sublimators’ speed, even in a defensive stance, it would take them only an hour and a half to reach the vicinity of the laboratory.

“I feel this is no accident.”

Ian patted the track transport vehicle, this true war machine.

Just one carriage was six meters in length and width, equipped with heavy armor shields, Spirit Energy disruptors, two Alchemy Cannons, and vehicle-mounted machine guns, capable of traveling at eighty kilometers per hour for three days and nights continuously.

The Alchemy Furnace Core it used was not even the most advanced technology from The Empire, just a reinforced version of an ordinary civilian Furnace Core.

This was Terra’s mechanical technology and, of course, Ian’s as well—every time Ian saw a new Alchemical Creation, he would record its structure with a Silver Core Chip, thoroughly familiar with every detail.

When he returned to farming, these freely acquired design and structural diagrams would be treasures beyond measure.

It was precisely because Ian knew the track transport vehicle so well that he could assert with confidence, “This is an attack.

The enemy has discovered us and has used a pulse from the Domain of Void to disrupt the Origin Quality compression chamber in the engine, causing loss of pressure and the engine to stall.”

“Prepare for battle immediately, Tres.

The enemy will be attacking us soon.”

Of course, understanding alchemy was one thing, but most important was Ian’s Foresight View.

He had just glanced around and directly seen a group of people radiating red light.

Danger was imminent, and although it might not be too serious, it could still lead to personnel losses.

How could a Prophet possibly be ambushed?

It’s all just a matter of finding an excuse.

“Is that so?”

Tres, without doubt, issued orders for everyone to be on alert to guard against a potential attack.

As it turned out, Ian was right.

Just as the entire squad formed a defensive formation with five shield-bearers laying mines at the front and all the Alchemy Cannons and guns on the transport fully loaded and ready, the anomaly occurred.

In the pitch-black streets of Azure City enveloped by White Mist, dense fog occasionally carried the sounds of rustling footsteps, as if invisible monsters were circling the squad’s formation, seeking weaknesses.

And from the side, the heavy growls of Magical Beasts sounded like they were pressed out from their throats, their flickering red beastly eyes gazing from the shadows at the unfazed Patrol Knight Squad, conveying a palpable pressure as if they could leap out of the shadows at any moment and kill everyone.

Then a large group of walking Fungal Revenants emerged from the other end of the street.

They let out blurred roars and charged toward the mine-strewn position, moving as fast as sprinters in a hundred-meter dash, not the sluggishness of corpses.

If it were an ordinary caravan, or even a more professional guard squad, they would probably lose half their lives from sheer fright at the sight.

“Aside from those corpses, everything else is an illusion.”

Yet Ian remained calm, inoculating his squad members, “Stay alert; they’re still looking for an opportunity.”

Although everything seemed as if they had wandered onto a set of a supernatural horror film, for a Sublimator, in theory, it is the ghosts and goblins that should be afraid.

As for the weeping of women, the laughter of children, and the various low murmuring voices, they had long been treated as white noise and ignored.

Boom boom boom—the Alchemical Cannon and machine guns didn’t even get a chance to fire before the landmines had blasted most of the Fungal Revenants to smithereens.

After all, no matter how much the fungi strengthened them, these corpses were of ordinary people in life and couldn’t possibly withstand explosives.

Moreover, there weren’t many of these Revenants, only some whose bodies were still intact after death; after all, too tattered bodies couldn’t be reanimated by the fungi.

“The real enemies have arrived.”

Ian almost simultaneously with Tres saw three shadows flash by in the dark, the difference being Tres could only see the shadows, while Ian had a much clearer view.

“One Exobeast, two Phantasms.

The Exobeast is an Iron Claw Badger, its claws have been modified with alloy blades and it’s very fast.

It’s currently moving counter-clockwise from ten o’clock towards six o’clock; the team in the back should be careful.”

Ian calmly narrated the current situation on the Inspector Knight’s channel, “The other two Phantasms, one is male, holding a carpenter’s knife, very muscular and roughly over three meters tall, a strength-based mindless Corrupted Phantasm.

The other is female, also mindless, her arm’s fingers seem to have turned into sharp spikes, also very fast…

Huh?”

He suddenly let out a light gasp, then said, “I’ll handle this one.

You go after the Iron Claw Badger.”

“That male Phantasm is too big to get through the barrage of fire.”

“As you say.”

Readily agreeing, Tres had completely given up on thinking with Ian around.

Truth be told, the feeling was quite pleasant, like his brain was being massaged, soft and comfortable.

Although in the future there might be a chance his brain would become smooth, at the very least, it felt great now.

Meanwhile, as Tres began to joyfully slack off, Ian was still observing the ‘test units’ sent by the enemies.

Clearly, these monsters were the vanguard sent by the Sublimators in the labs that still survived within Azure City to probe their strength.

They had already annihilated a Patrol Knight Squad and certainly had Second Energy Level power, but definitely not Third Energy Level; otherwise, they wouldn’t be so cautious and careful.

The power of this Exobeast and the two Phantasms was not low, though all around the First Energy Level, each possessed special abilities, especially those Phantasms’; one must be careful, or else they might suffer significant losses.

The strength of the Phantasms in the Domain of Void is different from their real-world strength, especially when the Domain of Void is abnormal.

An ordinary butcher in reality, slightly strengthened in an abnormal Domain of Void, their projection could become a four to five-meter tall demi-giant.

Meanwhile, a Sublimator caught in an accident might find their projected strength inferior even to a Brittlebone Sparrow on the roadside.

On their way to Azure City, Ian and his companions encountered a seemingly unremarkable Phantasm.

She just looked like an ordinary, frail woman weeping under a large tree, to the point that some Patrol Knights thought she was a survivor who had miraculously escaped death.

But after being disturbed by the transport vehicle, this Phantasm erupted with astonishing power.

In one leap, she was on top of the vehicle, nearly bending the barrel of the Alchemical Cannon.

The Silver Chip indicated that such a Phantasm is known as a “Weeping Witch”, mostly those who were often bullied or abused, with hearts full of resentment.

It does not attack proactively, but once disturbed, it will unleash the power of deep-seated hatred hidden within, killing everyone that caused it to stop weeping.