I Married A Degraded Alpha
Chapter 152: Staying Alive for Her

Chapter 152: Staying Alive for Her

The Alliance’s mechas retreated as if trying to escape.

"Hey, you guys from the Alliance are so disgraceful," yelled the soldier from the Empire.

In the next second, they realized something was wrong.

The insectoid queen had stopped.

Inside Hill’s mecha, Jira’s eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Watch out, she’s about to unleash a psychic attack. Run, everyone run!"

But it was too late.

Before Jira could finish her warning, the psychic wave from the level eight insectoid queen had surged forward, like a tidal wave, attacking the closest alpha who promptly bled from every orifice, dying with eyes wide open—

Jira hastily used her psychic power to shield Hill, but there was no time to help the others.

Even so, Hill stumbled momentarily, and quickly controlled his mecha to dodge.

"The Alliance is too crafty, only caring for their own escape, not even a warning for us," Hill gritted his teeth. He was about to ask his niece why she hadn’t noticed earlier when he saw blood gushing from her ears. Panicking, he said, "Jira, you’re bleeding! Use a med-kit."

Jira slumped to the floor, injecting herself with a healing serum. "Uncle Hill, don’t worry about me, focus on the insectoid queen. I guess she can only unleash such a psychic wave after a certain period. We must kill her before she releases the next one."

"I’ll try my best," Hill replied, his face turning pale. The level-eight insectoid queen’s outer skin was tougher than a battleship. Hurting it was going to be a tough task.

Leaning against the inner wall of the mecha, Jira’s blue eyes flickered. She logged into the Alliance’s interstellar network using an account she had registered previously. She started a live broadcast.

Having plenty of astrocredits, she bought herself the number one recommendation slot.

Jira pointed her camera at the level eight insectoid queen, then at herself, saying, "I’m Jira from the Empire, an SSS-tier beta, currently on the border battlefield between the Alliance and the Empire. Our enemy is the powerful level-eight insectoid queen. A minute ago, her psychic wave instantly killed thousands of high-ranking alphas from the Empire."

Pausing, Jira smiled bitterly, "But don’t worry, you guys from the Alliance ran fast, so you should be safe."

"This is my uncle, an SSS-tier alpha, he also couldn’t withstand the psychic wave from the level eight insectoid queen." Jira panned her camera to Hill, showing only a handsome side profile of his serious face.

Then, Jira aimed her camera back at the level-eight insectoid queen, saying, "Yuri, as a princess of the Empire, I bravely face the battlefield for the people of the Empire, for the soldiers of the Empire. What about you?"

Daleks, who was in the middle of his physical education class at school, logged into the interstellar network during a water break, and immediately saw Jira’s live broadcast.

"Damn, it’s Jira again," Daleks frowned, "We can’t let Yuri find out."

"The situation on the battlefield doesn’t look good," Vernon chimed in, "Is Jira telling the truth or lying? A thousand high-ranking alphas from the Empire were instantly killed, but what about the Alliance?"

Ender walked over, his face grim, "Sergeant Ryu said Yuri left for the battlefield two days ago."

Daleks’ eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Couldn’t he just stop her?"

Ender gave him a cold stare, "Could you?"

Daleks shook his head, replying, "What can we do then? That’s a level-eight insectoid queen. Look at Jira, covered in blood, it shows how dangerous the battlefield is. No, I have to persuade Yuri."

When Daleks’ message arrived, Yuri’s hologram was still in Tuss’s mecha.

"Skipped class today?" Yuri’s tone was nonchalant.

However, Daleks spotted Tuss’s pale face and the blood on his lips and blurted, "What happened?"

"I was communicating with him, and then you stepped in," Yuri said, glancing at Daleks. He realized not just Daleks was there, but also a bunch of students from the mecha combat department’s first class.

Daleks, finally catching on, said, "So, you’re not on-site yet?"

Yuri checked his distance and replied, "I’ll be there soon. I’ve set my mecha to maximum speed. I estimate it’ll take about four more hours."

Daleks, with a gloomy face, pleaded, "How about turning back?"

Vernon chimed in, "Yuri, don’t let Jira provoke you. Her goal is to lure you to the scene."

Yuri looked surprised, "What’s wrong with Jira?"

Vernon: "...."

Daleks smacked Vernon’s head and shouted, "You just made things worse."

Vernon also felt aggrieved, saying, "I didn’t know Yuri was still in the dark. Anyway, if Tuss isn’t advising Yuri, what’s the use of us doing it?"

Tuss glanced at Vernon and said, "No need to advise."

Ender changed the subject, "Just now, Jira mentioned that the psychic wave of the level-eight insectoid queen instantly wiped out thousands of high-ranking alphas from the Empire. How’s the situation for the Alliance?"

"We ran fast, nobody died. But our Sea of Consciousness is unstable, and everyone is in line waiting for treatment," Tuss answered.

Upon hearing this, Ender and the others felt a temporary relief.

When Tuss and his crew retreated, on the Alliance’s side, those facing the insectoid queen switched to Martin and another SS-tier alpha, plus two small battleships.

"Your mecha is broken, you need to take it back to the battleship for repairs. If that doesn’t work, switch to another one," Yuri reminded Tuss.

Tuss hummed in agreement, swallowing the metallic sweetness in his mouth.

"Wait for me to arrive, alive." Yuri ended the communication after saying these words.

"Okay." Tuss spoke, unable to hold back the blood in his throat any longer, he spat it out.

Once Tuss boarded the battleship, he entered the mecha repair room equipped with a dozen mecha engineers.

Upon seeing the red and green mecha, they surrounded it saying, "Your mecha is severely damaged, many parts need to be replaced. After the replacement, it may not perform as well as before."

"It’s okay. Go ahead and replace them. I’m sorry for the trouble," Tuss replied. He took out a healing pod, placed it in the corner of the room, and laid down in it. "Wake me up when the mecha is fixed."

"Alright, no problem."

Martin and the other SS-tier alpha couldn’t hold on for much longer. Boan, who had just undergone the Sea of Consciousness treatment by Astra and others, had to step in again.

His first attack wasn’t aimed at the level eight insectoid queen, but at Hill’s mecha.

Hill was caught off guard, falling down and tumbling over.

"Boan, we’re allies!" Hill roared.

Boan huffed, "I don’t need an ally who stabs me in the back."

Hill fell silent, feeling guilty.

When Boan made his awkward retreat back to the battleship, Tuss’s mecha was ready. Boan clapped Tuss on the shoulder and said, "You go and hold the line, I’ll take a break in the healing pod."

Tuss grunted in acknowledgment and was about to head out when someone called out, "Tuss, do you need a Sea of Consciousness treatment?"

Tuss, without breaking stride, responded, "No need."

Zenitha watched Tuss’s retreating figure with a trace of disappointment crossing her face. She remained lost in thought until Tuss was out of sight, then sighed and turned away.

Boan, who had been silently watching, raised an eyebrow, "Tuss may not need it, but I do. Thanks for the trouble."

Faced with Boan’s teasing expression, Zenitha felt her cheeks heat up. She bowed her head and mumbled, "No, no trouble, it’s my duty."