Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 510 - 449: Chasing the Warship

Chapter 510: Chapter 449: Chasing the Warship

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Warehouse, warehouse, and more warehouses.

Li Xiaomin hauled a truckload of scrapped Synthetic Humans to a temporary logistics point on the outskirts of Shangjing, where they had taken over a tool manufacturing plant, commandeering the storage room. Li Xiaomin poured the discarded robots from the metal carriage into the warehouse, where they clattered down, piling up like a mountain.

He saw neither repair shops nor mechanics, yet he was amazed to see squads of "Elite Soldiers" cheerfully leaving the station unscathed, following their built-in navigation chips back to their units, ready for the next round of combat.

It was miraculous, but Li Xiaomin had no time to ponder; he understood during the Rat Tide that everything about Nestor Corporation was magical, and all he had to do was to work diligently.

This half year Li Xiaomin felt fulfilled: driving, working, earning money. Life was that simple. But war, well, that was something else.

The distant rumble of artillery fire; the front line was only seven or eight miles from here. He felt a touch of anxiety; after all, it was not easy to be a father-to-be. He now also feared the consequences of a lost war, that Nestor Corporation might vanish overnight!

The sensation of being on the brink of a cliff returned. He wished everything would go smoothly, and that life would return to normal after the war.

Noticing an alert from the vehicle’s navigation software, Li Xiaomin realized another troop required him to transport supplies. So he set off again, filled with worry and hope, immersed in the rigors of his work.

Upon the arrival of the scrapped Synthetic Humans, the station’s staff coordinated immediately.

"These are the disabled Synthetic Humans from Squad 10," announced a Type C maintenance robot, stepping out from the factory area with a report in hand. "A total of 115 units, the whole squad was wiped out by a barrage of fixed fortifications firepower during their charge, killed by a Plasma Cannon."

"They served loyally and well." Farosa walked alongside it, looking at the towering piles of parts.

She smiled and snapped her fingers at it.

Snap.

The Type C Synthetic Human’s optical sensor only caught a glimpse of a flash, and the scenario unfolded beyond its comprehension. Before its eyes, the "Elite Soldiers" who had perished in battle instantly revived, good as new.

"Where is the enemy!"

"Where is the enemy!" They clamored loud and clear, hurrying out of the logistics point, eager to reunite with their comrades and continue fighting!

"Repair time: 0.1 seconds." The Type C Synthetic Human joyfully declared, "Your record exceeds that of 100% of the repair engineers in the world; would you like me to design a certificate for you?"

"After this war is over, I’ll disassemble you," Farosa said, casting a sidelong glance at it.

"Understood." The Type C Synthetic Human saluted Farosa cheerfully. "I will dismantle myself, you need not worry."

Farosa continued to stroll around the station, waiting for orders.

"Waiting for orders," she thought to herself with amusement, the Witch Goddess waiting for orders.

Although she was helpless, Farosa still had to follow Lila’s commands according to their previous agreement, even as the Witch Goddess. She was obliged to move between stations, serving as the expert who restored war machines, including treating Wei Shiyue, and supporting Clares the Second’s submarine combat in the Helis Sea, among other trifling matters.

Only with her full support could Nestor Corporation keep launching attacks relentlessly, confronting the daunting size of the New Xisheng Group with such a small force. It was a bloody and busy night, yet one that would go down in history as a military miracle.

The night was cold and quiet, with dawn soon to arrive.

The next two battles would be even more perilous. Farosa contemplated.

The first was an annihilation battle against the enemy’s space warships, which absolutely had to eliminate all three space motherships. However, as critical assets of the enemy, they would be heavily protected and not easily damaged.

The second battle would be the siege of Shangjing, which meant entering the massive company city for brutal and bloody street fighting, resulting in much greater losses for the troops.

She needed extra reinforcements, anything would do. Farosa wandered around the station. War was as cold-blooded and intense as a die-cast, fortunately, she didn’t care about others, how many of them died was of no consequence. The only person she deeply cared for was Xu Yang, now submerged in the depths of the Helis Sea, upholding the fundamental communications link and cybersecurity services of the entire war effort. Without his dedication, all the Elite Soldiers would have mutinied within half an hour of the battle commencing.

A vast, multi-layered war hid many details. Farosa mused.

The New Xisheng space motherships were probably already airborne. She closed her eyes. What would the enemy use in conjunction with them? Tenjouin Zina? Zina could use All Directions Stop to control the field and swiftly support to eliminate Nestor Corporation’s high-value troops.

It was a difficult gamble; whoever revealed their trump card first would be at a disadvantage, and Farosa hated taking losses. She hoped for flawless victory.

How infuriating that Farosa had no right to lead the battle, having to abide by Lila’s arrangements. Even though she appeared calm, she was loath to be at someone else’s beck and call.

"Chika Island is already airborne and striking." Lila relayed the message to Farosa. "Stay put, you’ll be in action soon."

"I think you should communicate with me in a more polite manner," Farosa said indifferently.

Lila said nothing more, leaving Farosa feeling humiliated.

Among all the witches, Farosa uniquely could not subdue the very person of Lila Nestor. So she must endure Lila for the foreseeable future? That thought brought Farosa a trace of displeasure.

A few minutes later, Anonymous arrived at the station, swooping in at great speed. Every time Farosa saw Anonymous, her mind envisioned the Rat Tide’s incidents, sealing the eternal vow between her, Xu Yang, and Lila.

As the hatch opened, Farosa was surprised to see Lila standing at the door, reaching out to her.

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"I’ve come personally," Lila said. "Is that ceremonial enough now?"

Farosa had thought Lila would hide in the command center until the battle was over.

"You shouldn’t have come to the front line," Farosa said. "You are not as powerful as I am."

"Then you’ll have to ensure my safety," Lila settled back into the depths of the shuttle machine. "I really can’t do without you, dear Farosa de Aquilia."

"That’s more like it." Farosa walked toward the entrance. If people knelt before her wherever she went, the world wouldn’t be filled with so many mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Wait a moment!" A Type-C Synthetic Human followed. "More damaged robots will be coming soon, and I can’t repair that many machines, let me follow you!"

Having it as an assistant wasn’t too bad, Farosa thought. This way, she wouldn’t have to do everything herself; she could delegate the repair of damaged remote controllers and battery toys to it, saving energy.

So Farosa nodded, silently allowing it to join her entourage. A great Empress, of course, should be well attended.

The Anonymous took off, and Lila looked toward the gradually brightening sky.

"The motherships will quickly converge for battle," Lila judged. "At that time, we will have no way to respond. Three space motherships moving in a group will send out a large number of warplanes to patrol the sky; we won’t be able to escort you to a safe location to release your power under those circumstances, so we must fight quickly and defeat one of them first."

Yes, to first cut off one of the heads, Farosa understood in her heart.

The loss of a warship wouldn’t just weaken the enemy’s military power, but also affect their confidence in continuing the battle.

Each of the active space motherships was well-known: Chika Island, Yokozuna, Orochi — the downfall of any one of them would be worthy of special mention in military history.

The shuttle skimmed over the suburbs of Shangjing, and Farosa saw fighting on the ground.

"We’ve encountered the enemy?" Farosa frowned. "Amid those trash buildings?"

"It’s a collaboration," Lila explained. "The outskirts are packed with refugees and gang members. Asa Katsuragi is leading her people to suppress the gangs. They are everywhere, sneaky and slippery, but they can’t fool her, making it easier for our people to get close to the city itself. We’re going to take over the Shangjing Bay Industrial Area, destroy the New Xisheng’s company buildings, and take control of the Xisheng Shrine."

"Our rule," Farosa understood.

Yes, the real battle was drawing ever closer, Shangjing. Lila looked at the enormous city cluster; attacking it was laborious, but the rewards were extremely lucrative.

From this distance, Lila could see the Shangjing Bay Industrial Area, which could be called the essence of the Northern Archipelago. Passing through the city, from the bay to Mingge Mountain, it was all the property of Xisheng Industrial Company.

As soon as Nestor Corporation moved in, the highly valuable factories would fall, and sectors like vehicle manufacturing, electronics, textiles, food processing, petrochemicals, steel, and shipbuilding would change ownership. Nestor Corporation would take over and become the industrial overlord of the Northern Archipelago, powerful enough to contend for influence in the Eastern Hemisphere!

Therefore, each military operation against Shangjing was tantamount to draining New Xisheng’s resources. Their industrial area shut down overnight, hastily transferring machinery and manpower.

Sea transport would have been the most suitable, but Clares the Second guarded the bay, the monster capable of dragging any fleeing ship to the ocean floor. Thus, the highly valuable industrial machines had to be moved by land, transported to the depths of the Northern Archipelago for safety.

But the Northern Archipelago was so narrow, what depth could there be for cover? They would be discovered by Nestor Corporation sooner or later, only able to transfer some assets through air transport and network services. As for the rest of the vast physical industries, Nestor Corporation would gladly take them. No matter how the machines were destroyed, Farosa could restore them.

New Xisheng Group’s assets were so rich that just taking over Xisheng Industrial alone brought endless benefits, while the legacies of other subsidiaries like Xisheng Real Estate, Xisheng Finance, and Xisheng Telecommunications would increase Nestor Corporation’s value a hundredfold.

Once they reached that height, Nestor Corporation’s influence would be boundless, as renowned as Xisheng’s fame, and the legendary Nestor Corporation would become world famous!

Every part of her original body had been replaced with machinery, the seeds of hatred had long been sown, and now they had germinated and taken shape. Lila looked down at her new body. To this day, her mission was clear; she was the sharp vanguard to crush the old order, swinging her sword against all rules that devour and harm people.

What Farosa saw aboard the shuttle was entirely different; she could see the hazy outlines of Xisheng Shrine.

She must reside within it, Farosa thought secretly. She watched closely; the palace chosen by the Empress, a spectacle belonging solely to Farosa. How could mortals deserve to live in the Giant Tower? Only the Witch Goddess could look down upon everything.

In the midst of her thoughts—she had arrived.

This was a desolate mountain in the suburbs, sparse with trees and harsh in environment. Rising from the warship maintenance platform hidden by the sea, Chika Island was heading for the sky.

The defenses were tight; if one acted rashly, even Anonymous would be discovered and brought down, so they could only watch from a distance and wait for reinforcements.

Chika Island, as its name implied, had an island-like vast platform, famous for its airborne capacity. It could carry up to 260 war planes and military shuttles at one time, ranking high in comparison with similar indicators. The firepower projected by so many fighter jets was enough to flatten an entire city.

"This is the most suitable one to strike," Lila said. "It uses an anti-magic device to shield my detection, but the intelligence from the Hundred-eyes Demon has sold out its mooring location. As for the other two, Yokozuna’s whereabouts are unknown, possibly moving from overseas towards Anjiu City; Orochi is hiding in the neutral company jurisdiction of Shangjing, waiting for Chika Island to cooperate in combat."

We must bring Chika Island down to the ground. It had earlier been severely damaged by the Martinez, laid up for half a year, and this is its first return to combat since then.

Using the Godslayer Weapon? Farosa thought secretly. It seemed too ostentatious; it would be better used to end the war completely, cleanly and decisively, leaving no room for others to intervene.

In a flash, she dismissed her hesitation; at least this time she wouldn’t have to unsheathe the Godslayer Weapon.

"We’ve arrived." 101, with Sally in tow, jumped into the shuttle cabin. Sally’s long tail thrashed the ground irritably, electromagnetic light flickered in her right hand, eager for action.