Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 414 - 373: Unable to Advance

Chapter 414: Chapter 373: Unable to Advance

Yonka really wanted to call for help from Hosoda Yoshiyuki, the only person he could contact.

With his heart pounding in terror, he knelt among the hundreds of mind-controlled puppets, mimicking their movements and chanting, praying to the Angel in the center of the cabin, thereby supplying her with Power.

Ever since the citizens of the port had been mind-controlled, they had been led by the woman in black robes onto the ship, continuously performing mysterious rituals, becoming a source of Power for the Angel.

Under Farosa’s starlight bombardment, when the Angel’s illusion was severely injured, about 300 mind-controlled citizens next to Yonka also instantly exploded into pieces, bursting open from deep within their spines, turning into a pile of corpses mixed with golden dust, their spirits absorbed by the central Angel to bear the brunt of this blow.

Several mind-controlled citizens in front and beside Yonka were torn apart, blood spraying wildly, drenching Yonka all over. He trembled, still assuming the posture of prayer, not daring to make any rash moves, blocking out his senses to prevent the stench of blood from seeping into his brain.

Now Yonka was even more cautious in his movements, not daring to stir even though his body was drenched in blood, for fear of being executed.

The Angel, adorned in ceremonial garb, was severely injured by Farosa’s strike and was forced to devour a large number of mind-controlled followers to regain strength, and now she was preparing to fight in her true form.

She drew a rune in the air with her finger, then began to communicate.

"Mireya, come to me," she communicated, "I’ll deal with the enemy, you seize the chance to take the ship away; no, you can’t use your abilities, they’re all Synthetic Humans coming; no, I didn’t mean your abilities are weak... yes, I need you, just capture one of Farosa’s subordinates, and we both stand to gain everything."

Immediately after, the Angel swiftly left the center of the cabin, her destination unknown. Even at this point, Yonka still couldn’t see her clearly.

Now Yonka could only sit terrified among the piles of corpses and mud of blood, not daring to take a breath.

With the Angel gone, the followers’ rituals lost their object, but still under mental domination, they continued to repeat ineffective actions, like hundreds of machines, playing an endless program.

"Pick up the weapon!" Nightmare Program called out within Yonka’s consciousness data.

Weapon? Where was a weapon? While continuing to make worshipping motions, Yonka glanced around as he bent down and finally saw a pistol about half a meter to his right, presumably left behind after a citizen exploded, intact in appearance, only stained with blood, and should still be usable.

Even though the Angel was not there, Yonka had no idea what would happen if he suddenly moved!

"Go for it! Otherwise, you’ll be trapped here forever, never able to leave!" Nightmare Program’s voice echoed within his skull.

He had to escape, he must. Yonka eyed the pistol in the blood and mud next to him, preparing to act with lightning speed.

— A woman in black robes entered the cabin, the girl named Lu Jing accompanying her with hollow eyes, like a puppet, identical to the other empty figures in the cabin.

Seeing the woman in black robes, Yonka’s heart chilled, and he quickly withdrew the hand he had been about to extend.

In the end, he was still unable!

Who would end all this... Yonka lamented. Who could save everyone!

"Let me take over your consciousness!" Nightmare Program whispered, "The frail, sluggish human psyche simply cannot escape from here... You must hide in the system, you must find a network access point to free us both from this shell."

Yonka looked around the cabin despondently, the air heavy with the stench of blood.

The army green cabin walls were stained with the organs left from the explosion of citizens, the emergency lights swayed, spreading dim light spots. It was the least suitable place for Humans, a cabin full of puppets, every will broken, subjected to the Magic Power of the woman in black robes.

All around were many, many crates, causing him much unease. Each container was filled with cyan-golden glass bottles, filled with colorful dust, mysterious substances Yonka couldn’t identify.

He had only seen the woman in black robes instructing the mind-controlled citizens to cut them open, handing their contents to the Angel, who then refined these powders into new weapons and crowns.

If they were indeed minerals for smelting, then their appearance and storage methods were too peculiar. Yonka sighed, still caught up in an inescapable dilemma.

"Give me your consciousness!" Nightmare Program urged.

"No," Yonka asserted his agency, "You’re just a tool, I am the user."

He accessed his body’s communication node, sending out a message, searching for Hosoda Yoshiyuki’s communication channel, which he had used a few hours ago to contact him.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki... you bastard among bastards... This time you have to connect... Yonka thought. Compared to this place, he would rather be in prison!

Click.

The woman in black, Mireya, pulled out the pistol from her chest, monitoring the network modules aboard the Haiyun with her Digital Mind, instantly detecting an insider among the crowd attempting to send a message, increasing Mireya’s vigilance, moving towards what she believed to be the source of the signal.

Seeing the woman in black’s action, Yonka felt bitter, drenched in sweat.

...Connected.

"Who are you?" Hosoda Yoshiyuki asked with caution, "How did you..."

"It’s Yonka!" He quickly sent the message, "I’m on the Haiyun! Save me!"

Hosoda Yoshiyuki sprang up from his seat in hiding, swiftly running out of the tin house, squatting outside where the signal was slightly better, listening intently to Yonka’s voice. He didn’t immediately address Yonka’s desperate cries for help but instead forwarded this information to Seeking Shadow who, after a moment, sent it to Lila for her to make a decision.