Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1199 - 921: The 5 Orders at the Front Line

Chapter 1199: Chapter 921: The 5 Orders at the Front Line

Idith has fallen, the advance is unimpeded

Farosa returned from the front lines, her figure shining like a meteor, dazzling all who saw her.

"Look..."

"That is Farosa, the Witch Goddess!"

"It’s great to have such a figure on our side!"

"Dad! Mom! Finally, there’s a chance to break into the New Taixi State and avenge you!"

"It’s so exhilarating! First time in six years fighting through a bloody battle!"

People were elated.

She would rule the coming era. Xu Cheng gazed upward, knowing that many shared her thoughts.

The war machines and synthetic human army of Nestor Corporation formed a new force, continuing to push towards the New Taixi State.

Without Farosa paving the way, this war would drag on endlessly with heavy losses. Therefore, all unit leaders extended profound respect towards Farosa, without questioning her authority and power!

When Farosa came back, the rear technical staff, staff officers, and medical personnel spontaneously gathered, welcoming the great Witch Goddess with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"Oh oh!"

"Welcome back!"

"Absolutely amazing!"

Xu Cheng also clapped with her little hands, unsure if Farosa could hear her.

Farosa glanced coldly at the crowd, then quickly walked towards her own field palace.

The entire massive palace, made of glass and ebony, appeared particularly striking amidst the military camp, yet befitting Farosa’s authority.

"Gua gua..." Xu Cheng ran over.

Didn’t Farosa say she would be her mother? Then she should at least hug her once more.

"?" Farosa was about to enter her palace, as two Witch Guards each extended their hands in salute, only for Xu Cheng to run halfway towards them.

"Hug!" Xu Cheng extended her arms innocently towards Farosa.

Mother Farosa, hug me!

After defeating Idith, Farosa’s thoughts surged like an unending torrent of floodwater, and Xu Cheng’s existence was but a pebble swept away in an instant.

Farosa was considering the victory, losses, and the next step of the advance. What was Xu Cheng to her?

She paid no mind to Xu Cheng and passed through the beaded curtain door, disappearing completely into her temporary palace.

Xu Cheng was thoroughly disappointed.

The mighty Farosa was overwhelmed with duties, needing rest, healing, and using the Law of Recovery to restore the dead and damaged machinery, extremely busy. Xu Cheng felt she was insignificant, like a drop in the ocean in this monumental battle, not worthy of Farosa’s care.

She glanced around, no one cared about her, the Bubble wasn’t around either, and it was still far away. So she could only survive alone.

The surrounding rumbling sound, a large number of troops mobilizing forward, many rear fresh forces received orders to re-deploy, with special forces in nanometer armor and heavy armored corps soldiers steadily advancing.

Countless personnel and vehicles crossed the Anchorage Isthmus, landing on the New Taixi State mainland, such achievements to be glorified for generations.

Xu Cheng felt like she was being swept along, caught in the marching tide! So she scratched her head and returned to her work.

Everyone for me, and me for everyone!

It’s okay, she would go to work.

Xu Cheng headed to the Bunker Hill, which was a supply base, where the Divine Radiance and the supplies newly sent by her father were.

She needed to follow instructions carefully along the way, for the surrounding environment had been destroyed, and a fifth of the nearby area was polluted by nuclear radiation.

When the New Taixi State people retreated, they detonated numerous buried nuclear landmines, the commune rangers, carrying Geiger counters, went out and the equipment kept beeping along the way, making people break out in cold sweat.

Arriving at the supply station, Xu Cheng opened the supply box sent to her by Xu Yang, pulled out a radiation mask to wear, adjusting the throttle valve, hoping to stay healthy and not fall ill during the post-war checkup.

Dad also sent new clothes, Xu Cheng happily put them on, she wasn’t a child without anyone caring after all.

"Ho ho..." Xu Cheng changed into new clothes and shoes in the station’s changing room, others there, both girls and witches, were very tall, and Xu Cheng could only envy them.

She looked at herself in the mirror, flight jacket, hiking boots, cargo pants, truly stylish, Dad is great! Dad never picks clothes for himself, but he picks clothes for Xu Cheng.

Huang Feng used her reality-altering magic power to protect Farosa, could she be unbeaten from now on? Xu Cheng thought about it as she walked to the cargo yard, opening the rear compartment of the Divine Radiance.

Robots were successively loading the completely new cargo, medicines, repair parts, guns, and ammunition... all urgently needed by frontline stations.

Xu Cheng was going to deliver goods again!

Xu Yang instructed in a letter not to let her engage in the deadly combat on the front lines; she could only continue her old line of work at the rear, using the Divine Radiance to transport supplies.

Xu Cheng took the cargo list, checking the goods, one, two, three pieces... all accounted for.

The officer of Bunker Hill came over, looking at Xu Cheng, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, feeling a bit anxious.

"There are five stations to go to in total, be careful on the road, can you manage?" He nodded towards Xu Cheng, hoping she would act carefully.

He had seen envoys before, but never one so young.

Isn’t he still a child?

Although he has witnessed a millennial tribulation and endured such long periods of bloody battles, he instinctively believes that children of this age should be growing up in classrooms, well protected by their families.

As for the blood battle at the Anchorage Isthmus... that’s for adults!

And even for adults, in such a terrifying environment of supernatural power clashes, the survival rate is appallingly low.

"Gwa!" Xu Cheng saluted the officer at Fortress Hill, signifying that she was brave, professional, and that there was nothing to worry about.

She needed to show respect. Xu Cheng was merely a second-class soldier, while the opposing officer was at least a lieutenant.

For unified coordination, all units participating in the blood battle had consistent shoulder patches, hence no distinction of origin or affiliated company.

Soon after, Xu Cheng began delivering supplies aboard the Divine Radiance.

The first stop was the Fairbanks Repair Station, which specialized in repairing damaged broken robots.

Xu Cheng delivered a ton of electronic components, coils, circuit boards, and alloy spare parts there.

The blood battle brought significant troubles to the Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces. While strong individuals fought in the skies, the ground forces paved paths with their lives, battling to the death against the powerful defense units of the Lighthouse Core.

The repair station was piled high with messy robots, armors, and fragments of high-molecular synthetic materials. Over the 72 hours of the blood battle, more than thirty thousand robots were shattered across multiple battle lines, which Xu Cheng found spectacular.

Xu Cheng felt as though she had entered a robot graveyard, with trademarks and model QR codes serving as their only epitaphs.

Mechanical units from various regions of the Eastern Hemisphere, and different companies, were mixed here; the conflicts and grudges between enterprises were completely set aside.

"It stinks," Star Weaving Lady said.

"Gwa gwa," Xu Cheng struggled to maneuver the Divine Radiance, letting the large black drop-like shuttle machine glide over the junked machinery and waste heaps, searching for the head of the Fairbanks Repair Station.

She eventually found a short, stout woman, trying to weld cracks on the metallic shell of a synthetic material alone.

Xu Cheng jumped down, pulled out the sheet, and asked her to sign.

"Can you receive the shipment?" Xu Cheng asked.

The woman lifted her head, glanced at the uniquely styled Divine Radiance, then lowered her head, focusing on the work in her hands.

"Are you the frontline messenger?" She didn’t look up, "Pile the supplies into the warehouse marked ’C’, and the key components and fuel cells into the warehouse marked ’2’."

"I need a freight robot to help me; I can’t move it down by myself," Xu Cheng said.

"Does this station look like there are extra repair robots?" The woman said curtly, "Never mind, let’s figure out a way to unload together."

Xu Cheng touched her head, and they busied themselves for an hour, unloading all the goods needed by the Fairbanks Repair Station from the shuttle machine, exhausting Xu Cheng to the point of feeling numbness in her scalp.

To support the engagement, those more than fifty hours of daylight ended, and the kind Yan Duo left the sky, leaving nothing but boundless darkness.

The woman pressed a button, lighting up the Fairbanks Repair Station, with warm white glow illuminating each area.

Other places must be lit up too, Anchorage...

Xu Cheng looked into the distance, the Anchorage Isthmus was quiet after the war, the New Taixi State folks either ran away or hid.

Different stations glowed subtly under the night sky, maintaining a balance between providing light and avoiding bombardment by enemy aircraft, forming a halo laid across the hilltops.

"Have some tea and rest," the woman swiftly heated a pot of boiling water, scattering tea powder bags and fleecy caffeine tablets inside, trying to refresh.

Xu Cheng held the teacup, sipping slowly, and glanced at the piled-up damaged robots, which stepped over the fire lines for human soldiers, stepping on landmines, resisting electromagnetic interference waves, shielding bullets, blocking flames, saving countless human lives.

Their brands — Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing, Hidden Dragon Technology, Djin Industrial, Dragon Prance Manufacturing, Modern Entertainment, Kanako Xisheng, Nestor, Chiba City’s Second Tractor Factory, New Siberia Second Mechanics Commune, Red Sky City Vivina Company — were mixed together, Xu Cheng could discern different companies’ manufacturing styles and painting styles.

Eastern Hemisphere enterprises once competed fiercely, but now their manufactured goods piled together, they couldn’t distinguish from each other, couldn’t distinguish too clearly from each other. Xu Cheng thought silently.

And here we stand on the soil of the New Taixi State, where New Taixi people invented companies, enterprises, employment, networks, groups, conglomerates... Xu Cheng hazily pondered.

She turned her head, the woman at the Fairbanks Repair Station was sitting at the table drinking tea, at such a close distance, Xu Cheng suddenly saw a string of sequence numbers carved below the woman’s hairline, etched by laser onto the metal facade.

Xu Cheng realized she was a synthetic human, a synthetic human responsible for repairing robots.

She wanted to ask which company manufactured her, was it Nestor Corporation? Or Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing? A company from Silla? Kanako’s company? But seeing the company robot remnants piled like mountains, indistinguishable from each other, Xu Cheng felt there was no need to ask.

"Gwa gwa," Xu Cheng finished her teacup, and returned to her shuttle machine.

"Take care on the road," the woman waved to Xu Cheng, Xu Cheng nodded vigorously.

Synthetic Humans and humans lived together, indistinguishable from each other. Xu Cheng used to feel a bit nervous about such matters, but now she felt it was acceptable. Without careful examination, who can differentiate synthetic humans so clearly today? Just like Jialong Slope, who knows who has been replaced one day?

Everything is quite wonderful. Xu Cheng started the Divine Radiance, leaving behind the hill of damaged robots and drones at the Fairbanks Repair Station, heading to the next stop.

She quickly passed over the pothole-riddled terrain, heading to the Balkan Crossroad, which is a gathering place for the combat witches, the emblem of Farosa Witch Goddess printed on flags, flying in the night sky.

During the retreat of the New Taixi State troops, as Delaney also left the battle, the magic power blockade disappeared, allowing the combat witch brigade to strike effectively at the Lighthouse Core’s rear units, severely damaging them, returning fully laden, and now resting at the Balkan Crossroad.

"Gwa gwa," Xu Cheng delivered boxes of food, medicines, fuel, and medical supplies here, the Divine Radiance roared as it landed on the helipad.

One after another, gallant combat witches emerged from the barracks, joyfully receiving supplies, one veteran witch captain signed Xu Cheng’s cargo sheet, Xu Cheng found this trip much easier, as the witches were smart and strong, skillfully unloading all the goods.

"You’ve delivered the witch potion and Iron Wings’ fuel cells? Great! We need them," a crisp voice sounded.

Xu Cheng turned her head and saw a familiar figure.

The person cut her brown hair short, wore a compact witch armor, looked charming, smiled confidently, with a medal hanging on her chest, holding a handsome helmet in her hand, which had a pair of specially made crimson goggles clearly used to control the release of magic power.

Laila Medusa!