Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 755 - 1 The Only Defeat

Chapter 755: Chapter 1 The Only Defeat

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Thirty-six thousand kilometers above the ground, the front half of the flagship Lamark exploded.

At that moment, countless eyes on the ravaged land below were fixed on the faint glow in the night sky.

Royal Guard Captain Zhuan Leibin raced with a small squad of Cyber Martial Artists. These warriors had stepped forward after the warship had been breached and the soldiers slaughtered.

The constant flashing of alarms in the corridor set everyone on edge.

This was modern warfare. The Cyber Martial Arts, developed based on "Decapitation Tactics," could potentially reverse the course of war at any time, in any form.

But...

"Nothing will go wrong." He kept refreshing this message in his central processor, "Nothing will go wrong... The Commander is the strongest External Martial Artist, and within the Internal, the power transfer from Master Hartman, the master of the strongest firewall algorithm... Nothing will go wrong..."

Another dull thud.

The magnetism below the corridor disappeared. This feature was originally designed to facilitate free movement in zero-gravity conditions.

Those who could become officers were all Cyber Martial Artists, basically mastering the movement technique needed in zero-gravity environments.

But this indicated another fact—the unimaginable battle that must have broken out on the bridge.

Despite the lack of gravity, the built-in gyroscope faithfully reflected changes in the surroundings. The tilt of the warship began to change. The Lamark might have lost power, and its hull could no longer be controlled.

"What exactly happened..."

Zhuan Leibin, using his movement technique and moving as fast as lightning, finally arrived at the warship’s bridge...

Or rather, where the bridge once was.

The entire cabin of the bridge was torn apart. Air was bursting forth from here, filling the vast field of view with the blue planet in the foreground. But due to inertia, those standing on the warship could hardly feel its rotation, only the flickering stars through the breach proved this point.

A giant, five meters tall, stood quietly looking up at the metallic luster glittering on the land above. Behind him was a cylindrical object connected to the warship. That was the flagship’s main brain, the Internal Grandmaster and the number one in Ship Control Art among the military martial wielders, Master Hartman.

And under the giant’s feet was a three-and-a-half-meter-tall humanoid warrior. Perhaps considering the body was needed for infiltration and decapitation operations, it was only so large, but the strength within was indisputable.

Less than three meters from the Samurai, the recently deactivated Pseudo Star Device just ceased operation. Judging from the terrible residual radiation in the environment, one could glimpse the power the warrior wielded.

"The insurmountable mountain..." said Zhuan Leibin with reverence, voicing the awe-inspiring title.

The warrior’s limbs were all damaged, the main power core was extracted, and from the wounds all over the body, it seemed all built-in weapons had been exhausted or destroyed—he had no capacity to resist anymore. But Zhuan Leibin dared not underestimate the Ancestor of Martial Arts just yet.

The guards killed without a struggle, the rifle barrels smashed into scrap in the corner, and the torn bridge said it all.

"Zhuan Leibin, hm..." spoke the giant. Although this place had become a vacuum, for Cybermen, this wasn’t too big of an issue. Electromagnetic waves were more reliable than sound waves.

Zhuan Leibin tried to salute, but the giant waved his hand dismissively, "You’re a bit late... but it’s understandable. After all, the opponent is him."

He bent down and spoke through the public channel, "Old friend, you’re finished..."

"What a pity..." the warrior laughed, "That said, how about reconsidering your ’two demons’ proposal now?"

"Too bad... Now I understand clearly that you will never become a ’demon,’" said the Commander softly. "The ruse of feigning surrender doesn’t suit you. Your kind either squeeze out their last few drops of oil onto my camera or plot on how to join and then betray..."

He grasped the head of the warrior. His oversized hand, equipped to execute Plasma Martial Arts, enveloped the warrior’s entire skull.

Then, he twisted with force.

A signal indicative of "pain" surged through all channels. Zhuan Leibin could barely resist blocking out this electronic wail.

Cybermen might not have nerves, but warriors must be aware of damage to their bodies, know the limits of their functions, and assess the situation in battle. Indeed, some battle maniacs associate their sensors with the sense of pain.

The giant, holding the severed head, looked out towards Earth, "Look, how beautiful. A shame it was even more so before."

"I don’t understand... I really don’t... If everyone worked together, it surely could have been saved... You were also trying to save it at the time... According to your theory, humans could develop technology that induces random mutations and artificially increases genetic diversity within the population..."

The beautiful sight brought a flicker of emotion to the warrior now reduced to just a head. He questioned the Commander.

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The Commander fell silent for a moment, "So what?"

"Are you going to deny your own efforts as well?"

"I didn’t understand back then..."

The giant shook his head.

A crack silently appeared on the Martial Artist’s skull.

Fragments scattered like a silver blossom.

The Martial Artist felt something being pulled from his thoughts.

"Your Martial Arts Algorithm, engineering skills, and memories shouldn’t be buried with your stubbornness, that would be too wasteful."

The giant slowly extracted a quantum hard disk. This was a vacuum environment, where heat transfer was slow, so there was no need to worry about the quantum hard disk being damaged by temperature.

The giant looked around and called out, "Haya."

A person using a Lightweight Prosthetic body stood up, saying nothing but moving with a hint of hesitation.

Nevertheless, the giant unhesitatingly placed a quantum hard disk in his hand.

Zhuan Leibin received the second disk.

Then came the third, the fourth...

Every officer who had arrived at this moment received a quantum hard disk. Even Master Hartman, who could not move, got one. They opened their skulls with reverence, briefly exposing their fragile electronic cores to the cosmos. The officers removed one of their own Martial Studies hard disks, which they barely used, and implanted the respectable enemy’s disk into their brains.

The Martial Artist aimed his sensors at the giant.

The giant removed the last three quantum hard disks, then glanced at the remaining electronic storage without touching it.

"Truly honorable, even if only your biological brain remains... No, perhaps your brain could be called a wonder of evolutionary history?" the giant whispered on the public channel: "But now, humanity has transcended the bounds of evolutionary history. I will miss the taste of victory we shared... Farewell, my friend."

The giant snapped off a piece of his spine and then placed his head upright on the command platform.

The Lamark was plummeting towards Earth.

"There will be no more funerals after this. This is the last funeral for mankind," the Commander said.

The aftermath of the battle had pierced the bow of the ship. Once this massive warship entered the atmosphere, the compressed and heated air would rush in. Without the seal of a metal skull, the fragile biological brain simply could not withstand the high temperatures generated by entering the atmosphere.

This warship was his coffin. Earth was his crematorium.

In other parts of the bridge, many components with Vector Injectors flew up from beneath the bridge, and built-in parts popped out of the giant’s body. Soon, those components combined behind the giant to form a pair of Flying Wings.

The bright red wings were as startling as fresh blood.

The metal cylindrical attachment to the bridge also opened, ejecting a cylindrical object. That was the essence of Hartman, who had abandoned all External Martial Arts to concentrate on Internal and military martial arts.

The head’s eyes had been constantly moving, as if searching for something. But on the command platform, at that blasted gap, his gaze fixed. It settled on Earth.

The Commander followed the head’s gaze, looking down at the Earth that still had scattered lights on the surface.

"You return to dust, while we... will reach the Other Side."

"Zhuan Leibin, protect Hartman well. To the Linnaeus!"

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Then, Romance King Zhuan Leibin awoke from his dream.

In the pristine weightlessness of space, the four-meter tall Samurai looked bewilderedly at his own hands, then laughed at himself derisively: "It was just a trivial matter that had happened ten times already... yet it made me remember the past."