Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1515 - 102 Tiberium Command

Chapter 1515: Chapter 102 Tiberium Command

Under the influence of the battlefield master, the Trojan Alliance was highly spirited and boiling with morale, firing all kinds of skills towards the Mitochondria BOSS.

At midnight, Central Park was thoroughly ignited by the war, the thunderous roar of guns and explosions became the only melody.

The jelly-like mitochondria floated up to nearly a hundred meters in the air, swelling to the size of half a football field before it stopped; from afar, it resembled a gigantic jellyfish floating in the sky.

The fierce firepower of the Alliance was vented on the mitochondria, like a traveler trapped in a muddy swamp, whether it was ammunition or magic, directly swallowed by the mitochondria’s jelly form.

"Keep firing, blow it up!" A group leader screamed unconsciously, his expression ferocious, they all understood, the longer the delay, the greater the danger, the enemy camp was definitely ambushed around, ready to move.

Suddenly, the mitochondria stopped swallowing ammunition, its body sharply contracted once, then expanded, the bullets and skills shot into its body were suddenly reflected intact, striking back at the alliance.

Boom, boom, boom, the ground was completely plowed.

Amongst the splashing leaves and soil, a broken tree was smashed in front of Tang Zheng, and before it got close, it was turned into sawdust by a gravity bomb.

Survivors activated their shields, but there were still some unlucky low-level ones blown away by the shock wave.

The mitochondria, like a black hole, continued to devour attacks, then contracted a second time.

"Everyone, be alert, the second wave of attack is coming!"

Through the communicator, Natasha’s words just fell, and the mitochondria unleashed a second wave of attack, this time, the entire Central Park was engulfed, its destructive power directly amplified fivefold!

In Tang Zheng’s field of vision, all was ablaze, flames burning around him, he grabbed Gu Xueqi and Tao Ran who were blown away, and activated the Gravity Abyss, protecting the team members.

The survivors stumbled about, only to discover after the explosion that the entire park was flattened, the soil on the ground was bombed away by a full meter deep, and the lake on the left was directly evaporated, leaving only the dry pond bed.

"Too treacherous." The team leaders cursed as they watched the mitochondria still devouring skills.

The mitochondria’s first counterattack was standard, leading everyone to think that this was its limit, after all, a total reflection was already strong enough, but who knew it was conserving strength, the second counterattack was an amplification, catching the unguarded survivors off guard.

"Stop firing for now, let’s find the weakness first, no matter how much we attack, it can reflect it all." The Warcraft guy shouted out, and many agreed, no one wanted to waste life energy in this battle.

"Continue attacking, there must be a limit to its carrying capacity," Natasha’s ruthless voice came, "If any squad slacks off, they will be treated as the public enemy for extermination."

"Don’t worry, boys, we will win," Vasily’s tone was light-hearted, his mindset good, but not everyone was as optimistic.

"Continue fighting, fire at maximum capacity, those who slack off will become the public enemies of the Night Saints!" Another woman spoke, her tone ambiguous and magnetic, but cold and dry, like a chill wind.

Tang Zheng turned his head and saw the woman speaking hundreds of meters away, her shoulder-length blonde hair, always with a smile at the corners of her mouth, giving a feeling of spring breeze, her body enveloped in a sacred white light shield, feathers fluttering in the air, providing status buffs to nearby allies.

She was known as Smiling Witch Emily, deputy leader of Bingxu, although she appeared gentle and weak, the blood on her hands was countless.

As the team’s strategist, Smiling Witch had once tactically annihilated thirty Trojan Squads forming a hunting alliance in an absolute disadvantageous position, in the World War II Theme World, as a shadow staff, she aided the German forces in capturing twelve cities, ultimately taking Moscow, occupying the Kremlin, annihilating three hundred thousand Soviet troops, and crushing a million!

Emily was not unfamiliar with Natasha, as adversaries, they even understood each other better than they themselves, Smiling Witch was accustomed to smiling, brewing Red Tea, inherently a Third-order Hero, with Seed Ability, Divine Southern Wind.

In the entire Trojan World, Emily was a rare character skilled in space, mental, healing, support abilities, also directly responsible for the operation squad in the Parasitic Eve World.

Bingxu had a peculiar personality, especially during episodes of schizophrenia, almost always Emily was in charge of the combat, of course, she never let people down.

Under the pressure of the two giants, the survivors could only fight desperately, yet the limelight was completely stolen by Uncle Vasily’s team.

Like a precise machine, they began to show a terrifying and powerful destructive force.

The aerial combat team leader Pugachev activated the expansion command ’Skybreaker,’ boarded a 3S-grade fighter aircraft and ascended, nine members following behind, forming a battle formation, flying from the night sky, firing missiles towards the mitochondria.

Boom, boom, they dragged dazzling red tails, flying out from under the aircraft, the mitochondria scanned these energy-laden ammunition, the first time it actively defended.

A light beam shot out from the backend of the mitochondria, immediately spreading out, turning into a conical horn shape, intercepting the missiles.

Zz, zz, beams continuously shot out, striking down the missiles, exploding in the night sky like blossoming delicate flowers, yet filled with the scent of death.

The air suddenly produced wave vibrations, an Iowa-class battleship sailed out, with the command of Captain Makarov, volley of Tomahawk-style cruise missiles, volley of harpoon anti-ship missiles, volley of twenty main and secondary guns, the whole ship due to recoil, tilted violently once.

The white-haired middle-aged military officer stood on the bridge, his gaze fixed on the mitochondria, issuing various commands methodically with the ’Fearless Sea Knights’. His nine naval teammates also each commanded a battleship, appearing on the battlefield to bombard the mitochondria.

The reconnaissance and raid squad captain, Revolver, led a nine-person team and suddenly left the battlefield to ascertain the enemy’s location.

Natasha would never make the mistake of letting the enemy steal a kill.

Stalin released a red blast of air, optimizing the performance of any of their war chariots that came into contact with it, enhancing firepower and defense. This ability, known as the Steel Monster, offered powerful support.

"Ivan, enhance the explosive ability!" Infantry captain Zhu Kefu also charged forward with his squad, howling as they fired their machine guns wildly, this blonde handsome guy thoroughly enjoying the scent of gunpowder.

"Be careful you don’t blow yourself up!" Ivan, burly in stature, specialized in explosions within the group, expert in constructing positions and using oversized weapons, possessed the ’Dance of the Fire God’ command. Any ability he radiated came with an explosive effect, significantly boosting his attack multiplier.

"Looks like there’s nothing left for me?" Bapulov, holding a cigar, stood on a war chariot, gripping the vehicle-mounted machine gun and directing firepower at the mitochondria.

He was the group’s medic, a Jewish Russian known as the Gene Magician, capable of saving anyone under his care from dying on the spot.

Vasily’s team came to dominate the battlefield, unleashing an overwhelming burst of offensive power, causing even the seasoned Night Saints to exclaim in astonishment, not to mention other squads.

Under assault, the mitochondria emitted a shrill wail; its body finally unable to withstand the punishment, began to collapse, seemingly realizing its life was nearing its end, its counterattack grew even more ferocious.

Numerous tiny fissures appeared on the mitochondria’s jelly-like body. Inhaling sharply, the whirls of air visibly intensified; with its body collapsing inward, a sound wave rapidly spread in all directions.

Even the Fearless ones were now blown off their feet by the sound wave, which, like a sharp razor, directly shredded all shields below dual S-grade.

The Old Soldier activated the Giant Barrier for group defenses as the second wave of attack arrived.

Sound waves, capable of piercing eardrums and penetrating skulls, screamed past, causing many Conquerors to fall screaming, their nerves directly assaulted.

"Be careful!" Natasha shouted loudly upon seeing the mitochondrial airholes turning red.

Too late, with a hissing noise, numerous red light beams shot out, irregularly twisting and sprawling, carving trenches across the ground.

Survivors touched by the red light beams had their mitochondria activated inside their bodies, causing mutations and leading them to irrationally attack their former comrades.

Seeing this, survivors who narrowly escaped were visibly shaken.

"Quick, kill it!" Some survivors on the brink of collapse screamed upon noticing the mitochondria emitting red light again.

This was the mitochondria’s three-stage attack, very intense. If hit even once, it would affect them, making it difficult to dodge subsequent attacks.

"Emily, you handle the Trojan Alliance." Natasha flipped open her extended command book, the ’Dancer of the Battlefield Death’, her pupils turned blue under amplified abilities, issuing orders to all allies to change formation using a mental scan.

At this moment, everyone prioritized the big picture, and the Warhammer team also followed orders, attacking the mitochondria.

"Found them, at four o’clock."

Revolver’s voice suddenly rang out, and immediately after, combat erupted on that side as they encountered the ambushed enemy.

A battle was inevitable sooner or later. Rather than letting others benefit as bystanders, better to drag them into battle early—perhaps the boss might eliminate their forces.

"Attack!" Emily and her subordinates swiftly maneuvered.

The Night Saints’ attire was distinctive, all wearing white robes and cloaks, with cross patterns on the cuffs and collars, and a black diagonal cross design at the hem, exuding a strong religious style.

"Vasily, use your big move, your Rod of God, or Tiberian Twilight, hurry and kill this BOSS!" Bingxu didn’t seek out combat, those unremarkable foes weren’t worth his effort, and as for the mitochondria before him, after seeing the firepower of the War God, he also gave up, not wanting to cause a dispute over the spoils of war.

"Why aren’t you using your Sky Ring?" Vasily rolled his eyes, still having the leisure to argue with the cracked doll.

Other squads were already struggling to hold on, even going all out in defense; only by doing this could they avoid being killed by the mitochondria. Seeing the two men so relaxed, others couldn’t help but admire, truly worthy of the world’s second strongest.

Trouble was far from over!

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PS: Sorry, have not recovered yet, still struggling with writer’s block. Only one release today, I’ll make a shameful exit! (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote or support at qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)