Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 210 - 210 130 The Hawk Strikes the War Chariot

210: Chapter 130: The Hawk Strikes the War Chariot 210: Chapter 130: The Hawk Strikes the War Chariot Balbo was certain that the metallic aerosol had not existed to the north just a few minutes ago.

The reason was simple—according to the data recorded by several instruments, the electromagnetic pulse had swept over from that direction just now.

Iron Dust could indeed be used as an emergency defense against EMPs.

If one anticipated suffering from an EMP that exceeded the tolerance limits of their prosthetic body, it would be quite natural to throw an Iron Flower Bomb nearby.

If this cluster of metal aerosol had been present then, that EMP wave wouldn’t have made him feel anything at all.

It surely must have been released within these last few minutes.

And the government seldom used Iron Dust proactively.

The government’s advantage lay in its vast numbers and multitude of weapons, all of which required a modern command system for control—a system largely reliant on electromagnetic signals.

For the government to use Iron Dust would be to forsake its greatest advantage.

Only under very rare circumstances—like, say, encircling a Internal master with overwhelmingly powerful Inner Strength in an urban environment.

This sudden appearance of Iron Dust certainly wasn’t deployed by one of their own.

“I see, so they’ve come to kill me!”

Balbo instantly understood everything.

It all connected.

All previous engagements had merely been a minor ruse to attract attention.

This hero was set on assassination while he created communication obstacles with the broad-range metallic aerosol.

Because of the communication disruption, it would be considered normal for a small unit to not respond for several minutes.

If the enemy only sought to flee, then these “few minutes” would not have affected the overall situation.

But if the enemy had resolved to assassinate…

These few minutes provided ample opportunity.

If the government’s search network normally resembled a tight net, then these few minutes of communication delay were like creating small gaps in that net.

Afterward, according to statistical rules, addressing minor defects can lead to major flaws.

Balbo crouched down, ready to dive into the war chariot, and issued commands to his surroundings.

But he was also aware that the commands he could issue now were severely limited.

In an environment filled with undiluted Iron Dust, all their advantages were curtailed.

Within the Iron Dust, efficient mass mobilization couldn’t be maintained, and “numbers” instead became a limitation on the performance of Firearms.

No air power dared to fire into the chaotic mix of Iron Dust, and striking with the Space-Based Weapons of the Heavenly Punishment System was utterly out of the question.

Thus, the command he issued was “Stop him”.

He had to retreat.

Several martial artists immediately jumped onto the broad, two-wheeled motorcycles.

These bikes had a low center of gravity and could stand upright on their own.

They lacked traditional handles and had seats at the front.

Sitting at the front allowed the martial artists to maintain a wired connection with the bike, unaffected by the Iron Dust, and their original legs could serve as auxiliary legs for the motorcycle.

This type of hand-held gun, spear, or long halberd martial military path was common in plain environments.

Mounted on ordinary martial arts prostheses, the motorcycles offered enhanced mid-range sprinting performance and acceleration, and could also act as an external power reserve.

Under certain circumstances, these prostheses could also serve as a firepower platform, carrying machine guns, small missiles, or other weaponry.

Just as these men were quickly adjusting their kung fu, a large number of objects were hurled from the silver haze.

Three Firearm Warriors quickly swept their gunfire towards the origin point of the throw, while two other Firearm Warriors raised their muzzles to intercept the objects being hurled their way.

In the booming sound, the Iron Dust scattered.

The sinking silver haze engulfed the mid-level command center like a monstrous mouth.

Multiple martial artists from the Protector side activated their sonar, but the signals showed large objects slowly descending from the sky.

From a distance, Xiang Shan launched a second round of projectiles.

This time, besides a few stones used to confuse the line of sight, it included a large number of resonators to disrupt the sonar.

Some of the resonators were even tied to small parachutes supported by metal foils.

Suddenly, the guns resonated, firing at non-existent targets.

Meanwhile, Xiang Shan, keeping close to the ground, quickly charged from hundreds of meters away.

After passing the last blockade line and reaching the estimated location of the “command center,” he used the capabilities of his Prosthetic Eye to lock onto Balbo and his group ahead of time.

He even locked onto the target with the most frequent electromagnetic signal exchanges—the officer and his war chariot.

Xiang Shan recorded the initial positions of everyone before launching his attack.

Within seconds, he had already charged into the chaotic army.

However, people can’t always expect things to be so simple.

Among the warriors of the Protector Army, many had achieved results in arena combat.

These warriors had thoroughly studied “tactics in non-visual environments.” They were skilled in filtering out targets from the complex environmental noise.

Three cavalry generals simultaneously locked onto the “discordant sound” within the army.

The three motorcycles shot towards Xiang Shan at the same time.

At that instant, Xiang Shan realized he had been exposed.

The sound coming from afar was too obvious.

So, he forcefully threw a small object to his left.

Then, the first strike arrived.

A dot of cold light carrying a cone-shaped Fierce Wave pierced through the silver haze.

Astonishingly, the tip of this spear was a high-speed rotating drill-head.

This was to enhance its destructive power against armor and also to prevent the enemy from grabbing it from the side.

Xiang Shan’s feet halted, his lower body unmoving, head thrown back to dodge the strike.

The large spear, like a snake failing to catch its prey, retracted back into the dense fog.

Xiang Shan stepped forward to catch up.

The cavalry general tried to flip the butt of the spear to push Xiang Shan out and then stab again.

How could Xiang Shan let him succeed?

As the spear’s butt swept towards him, Xiang Shan pushed off the ground, retreating backward while simultaneously reaching out to grasp the end of the large spear.

Xiang Shan tested his strength.

He did not ask for achievements, the reactive force from the spear’s butt had already exposed the cavalry general’s current stance.

The cavalry general, who had experienced brawls on the platform, knew this was a sophisticated Listening Technique.

As his engine roared, he planned to reverse.

This movement pulled Xiang Shan forward, yet allowed him to dodge another fast-approaching cavalry general.

The weapon used by this cavalry general was called “white flame flame-tip spear.” The spearhead was essentially a one-time use item, containing a cone-shaped high-performance explosive.

The exposed metal spear tip was actually a trigger, positioned at the central axis of the cone-shaped explosive.

If the spear tip actually punctured an object, the unique ceramic inside the tip would generate an instant electric current, detonating the cone-shaped explosive.

The explosion’s energy would converge, turning the metal spear tip at the cone’s central axis into a superheated metal jet stream.

It was enough to rip through the external armor of a War Chariot.

The cavalry general wielding the flame-tip spear shouted, “You entangle him, I’m coming!”

But before his words fell, a thunderous crash sounded from the opposite direction.

Xiang Shan had moved behind the cavalry general wielding the drill-head spear, disrupting his balance with unbelievable kung fu.

As the cavalry general fell, Xiang Shan also snatched the spear.

The next instant, Xiang Shan hurled the large spear.

The spear accurately impaled itself in line with the centerline of the front wheel of the flame-tip spear cavalry general.

Caught off guard by Xiang Shan’s swift and precise maneuver, the general’s front wheel was lifted high, his stance collapsed.

Xiang Shan leaped onto the cavalry general like a nimble monkey, grabbed the long spear in the general’s hand, and stabbed in a third direction.

The third cavalry general’s halberd had just cut through the silver fog, reaching Xiang Shan.

The straight shaft of the halberd and the spike perpendicular to it were both high-frequency blades.

Had he been allowed to perform smoothly, he would no doubt be a formidable enemy.

But he never anticipated the stab from his comrade, his prosthetic body took damage, instantly crashing.

Xiang Shan seized this instant, drawing his sword.

The sword light traced two continuous arcs.

First, the cavalry general who had his flame-tip spear taken and still hung in midair, followed by the downed cavalry general, both were simultaneously killed by Xiang Shan.

As Xiang Shan landed, he reached out to grab the halberd.

Then, piercing sonic waves cut through the silver mist.

The thing Xiang Shan had just thrown was a Sonic Bomb, used to conceal the sounds of his movements.

However, this device was also a double-edged sword.

Xiang Shan, moving within the metal aerosol, also relied on hearing.

By blocking the enemy’s hearing, his own was inevitably affected.

But Xiang Shan had to avoid the predicament of “local warriors continuously being lured by the noise.”

He set the Concussion Grenade’s timer to “delay a few seconds.” He must rely on hearing to dodge the enemy cavalry general’s first strike.

But if during the “first strike,” Xiang Shan grasped the enemy’s stance, even holding onto the enemy’s weapon, then he could rely on his Listening Technique to determine the enemy’s attack and defense choices.

Under the cover of the Sonic Bomb, Xiang Shan carried the third cavalry general’s body and moved forward another hundred meters.

—The movement of two War Chariots ahead was very close, likely the Martial Studies of the Path of the War Chariot.

—Neither are the target…

Xiang Shan lowered his body and drew out his Sonicon Blade again, making a cut on the external armor of both War Chariots.

The grating sound, synchronized, and simultaneous, occurred—assuming anyone nearby still had “teeth”.

—Indeed, just like Jader said.

Soldiers and ordinary warriors have only three standard armor materials, but War Chariot external armor has a bit more metal variety…

—Although still cuttable, to do it silently and smoothly still requires more precise data…

Thinking this, Xiang Shan carried the body of the cavalry general and leapt forward.

“Thud” sounded.

Balbo heard a noise of “something heavy falling” from above his War Chariot.

And the dashboard in front of him showed that the War Chariot had suddenly gained about a ton of weight.

This seemed to be the “weight of the Grim Reaper.”

“Not so light, huh…” Balbo sneered as he pressed his hand on the control panel, the data interface in his palm directly connecting with the War Chariot.

“But I am a master of the Path of the War Chariot!”