Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1198: The Burning Demon Wolf (Grand - for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: The Burning Demon Wolf (Grand Chapter for Monthly Pass)

The mercenary corps mechas that had surrounded from all directions stared blankly at the scene before them. They gazed at the colossal behemoth, hundreds of meters tall, which had ceased moving, at the black-and-white greatsword embedded in the ’crown’ of the massive creature, and at the blood-drenched silhouette standing atop that greatsword.

That figure, less than two meters tall, seemed so insignificant in contrast—so small that the distant mechas had to use electronic magnification to clearly see this blood-stained body.

Yet he stood high in the air, where the turbulent Fire Cloud illuminated the blood and the sky. The iron rain of broken mecha remnants fell roaring beside him.

The contrast between the human body and this towering machine was stark and striking.

Like a humble ant wielding a twig, subduing a ferocious tiger.

A nearby officer kneeling on the ground lifted his head, gazing at the scene blankly. His figure was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye; his eyes and pupils were quickly becoming faint and translucent.

He gazed upon it all, and in his gradually paper-thin pupils, there seemed to ripple a faint trace of emotion.

The flaming mecha fragments fell rapidly around him, and the earth-like heavy armored ground trembled violently beneath the impact.

As the brilliance of the central cannon’s barrel was extinguished, the light from the two side barrels began to flicker rapidly.

The distant mercenary corps mechas seemed to finally react—or perhaps, they received some sort of command.

Some of the mechas pushed their thrusters to their limits, as brilliant flashes and artillery fire gathered at the barrels of their weapons.

They swiftly closed in, aiming to impede the small figure that had plunged the greatsword into the massive titan.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The mechas hesitated not even for a moment, executing the best possible ’response’ they could muster under the circumstances.

He Ao, gripping the hilt of the greatsword, slowly raised his head. His gaze pierced through the burning remnants and the rain of molten metal, settling upon the translucent figure of the officer below.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, time seemed to freeze completely.

BOOM—

At that same moment, a surge of power erupted abruptly from the greatsword.

This was the second stage of the Second Burst Martial Technique.

He Ao’s attack did not end with just that initial strike.

The greatsword, which had carved a breach into the reinforced armor and became lodged within, now drove downward under the force of the surging power, accompanied by dazzling flashes of electricity and fire, plunging deeper into the massive machine’s interior.

But something moved faster than the sword itself.

It was He Ao’s Divine Sense, which seeped into the machine’s armor through the very tip of the greatsword at the moment it pierced the hull.

The Demon Wolf, Jiefeier Industry’s crowning masterpiece, had top-tier secrecy measures. Not even Vian had seen its detailed blueprints before.

Thus, He Ao could only rely on this fleeting moment of contact, using the ’X-ray vision’ provided by his Divine Sense to swiftly discern the structure of the Demon Wolf.

Of course, even in that fleeting moment, it was nearly impossible to fully comprehend the Demon Wolf’s structural intricacies.

But He Ao didn’t need to know its exact structure; all he needed was to learn the location of its power battery.

With Vian’s mechanical engineering knowledge and a rapid analysis of the energy circuits, He Ao quickly identified the location of the massive war machine’s power cell.

It was just below the diagonal point from where his sword had penetrated.

The razor-sharp blade infused with Divine Sense now hurtled downward, slicing through circuits and pipes as it pierced the massive energy battery within.

But He Ao knew that merely puncturing the battery would not suffice. Such large-scale machine batteries came equipped with formidable safety precautions, making them nearly impossible to detonate through the piercing of cold steel alone.

Thus, the final step was required.

He Ao withdrew his gaze from the officer’s rapidly vanishing form in the distance. He lowered his head, peering through the slit created by the greatsword’s penetration, past the sparking wires and pipelines, to see the metallic plating deep within the machine that had been punctured by the black-and-white greatsword.

Chaos Art!

The world seemed to plunge into momentary silence.

BOOM—

The next instant, blazing flames erupted like a fountain of molten lava, spewing violently from the breach torn open by the greatsword.

The figure standing atop the sword wasted not an instant. At the precise moment the sword’s tip reached its limit, he leaped lightly from the hilt, his form traversing the flame-scorched sky, bypassing the erupting firestorm and exiting the mass of the burning titan below.

Meanwhile, atop the massive machine’s dual crimson main cannons, the flashing lights flickered wildly, teetering on the brink of losing control.

Like death’s approaching footsteps, they beat urgently.

The officer, now entirely ephemeral, gazed at the flames before him. His body continued to fade rapidly into transparency. He reached up, extending a hand toward the figure in the sky, as though attempting to pull him down to share his fate.

But in the end, he grasped at nothing.

The overwhelming flames erupted from within the titan, tearing through its armored exterior and consuming the officer’s final figure in a fiery maw.

BOOM—

The massive behemoth, its trio of cannons angled skyward, emitted a thunderous roar that shook both Heaven and Earth.

Raging flames surged outward with blistering heat, like a fiery tempest, shooting out in all directions.

Some mechas nearby were engulfed in the boiling inferno before they could even react. Their solid armor turned crimson in a matter of moments, melting away entirely.

The fiery waves surged toward He Ao, who had narrowly escaped from the behemoth.

Though He Ao had exerted all his force to propel himself away, and his Divine Sense had given him a ’boost’ to further his flight, ultimately leading to a controlled ’fall,’

the explosion and shrapnel were primarily directed upward, due to the breach’s orientation and interference mechanisms.

This downward trajectory allowed He Ao to avoid the most intense blast wave from the Demon Wolf’s explosion.

And yet, not all flames were directed upward.

The violent explosion ripped through the Demon Wolf’s armor from within, spraying streams of fire in all directions.

The surrounding air grew searing, and as He Ao plummeted, the fiery gusts slid past his cheeks with an audible tearing sound.

A gaping crack loomed above him, from which blinding flames spewed forth like a fiery hand outstretched from Hell, clawing toward He Ao with terrifying speed.

Just as the fire was about to touch him, He Ao noticed the light around him dimming ever so slightly.

Unhindered, his body fell directly into the opened cockpit at the chest of the black-and-white mech.

Without hesitation, the mech’s thrusters erupted with an even greater surge of flame, pulling the machine sideways to evade the flames spewing from the crack.

All the while, the opened cockpit door slowly closed.

"Cough—"

He Ao let out a light cough, returning to the mech’s control panel. His gaze shifted to the screen inside the cockpit as his hand rested on the control stick.

The mech was already carrying him swiftly away from the burning titan, its reverberating roar echoing in the background.

Among the raging flames, the enormous mechanical monstrosity collapsed backward against the snowy expanse of distant white mountains.

The Hell Apostle mechas of the mercenary corps cautiously hovered in the air, pulling back their distance, too intimidated to approach the behemoth any longer.

If the sight of that lone figure piercing the armor of the Demon Wolf with a greatsword had shaken them before, they now found themselves utterly at a loss for words.

Even the internal communication system of the mercenary corps had fallen deathly silent.

They had seen the enormous war machine traverse forests and wastelands before. They had imagined countless scenarios in which such a terrifying weapon of war might be destroyed.

After hearing the tales of Wint City’s legendary pilot who singlehandedly took down the Sky Behemoth with a single mech,

they wondered if another exceptional pilot might also be able to take down the Demon Wolf using a mech.

But the Demon Wolf’s design was completely different from the Sky Behemoth, lacking a single main cannon with energy buildup time as a significant weakness. The techniques the legendary pilot had employed would not work against the Demon Wolf.

To use a single mech to destroy the Demon Wolf would be far more difficult than bringing down the Sky Behemoth.

So this was no more than a fleeting dream they had dared to entertain.

A mere thought of whether such a feat might ever truly be possible.

Yet, even in their wildest imaginations, they had never conceived of something so audacious.

Now, what had happened here exceeded anything they had ever dared to fathom.

A single ’man,’ armed only with a greatsword, alone and against all odds, had destroyed this towering war machine measured in hundreds of meters.

Even the most legendary of stories would not dare to fabricate such an absurd and unbelievable tale.

But this absurdity, this miracle beyond reason or explanation, had unfolded before their very eyes in this moment.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

As they continued to stare, the enormous machine in its slow, backward collapse erupted in a series of deafening explosions.

Cascading flames tore apart its armor, sending its shattered fragments scattering outward.

The surrounding mechas immediately retreated, maintaining their distance to avoid being hit by the jagged debris.

At that precise moment, they saw a black-and-white mech charging fearlessly toward the heart of the fiery eruptions.

The massive shards of armor flying through the air were, in some cases, nearly half the size of the mech’s torso, slicing across the sky in sweeping arcs.

But none of these fragments touched the mech. It was as if the debris ’saw’ it and bent their trajectories to ’pass by’ it.

Like a dancer amidst a torrential downpour, moving fluidly without catching a single drop.

The surrounding mercenary corps mechas watched in stunned silence.

Never had they ever imagined that mech piloting could exhibit such elegance and calm control.

Most people couldn’t command their own bodies to execute such feats of dexterity, let alone operate a mech to perform them.

The pilots in the surroundings were all prodigies—some of the best from the academies or field operations.

Precisely because they too had attempted such complex maneuvers, experienced the ambitions that came with them, they understood the terror and intricacy of what they were witnessing now.

The mech piloting amidst the flames seemed less like a machine and more like a delicate masterpiece of art.

Their awe was such that they momentarily forgot the identity of the black-and-white mech they were watching and stared in silence.

Among the fiery blasts and deafening explosions, the mech became the sole spectacle of the battlefield beneath the heavens.

Ultimately, the black-and-white mech reached the inferno’s depths, extending its hand to grasp the enormous black-and-white greatsword flying through the air.

The sword’s surface bore slight signs of warping and damage but remained functional.

It had been ejected from the very breach where the explosion had originated, theoretically one of the earliest objects to be hurled free by the explosion.

However, during the eruptions, it appeared to have got caught in an incline, wedged by shattered armor plates until being flung free at last.

This spared He Ao the trouble of searching for the sword later.

The sword, strengthened and customized by Owai, was far more durable than standard mech weaponry—withstanding even an explosion of that magnitude without breaking entirely.

If not for this sword, even with the enhancements of Divine Sense, He Ao’s raw strength likely would not have been sufficient to penetrate the Demon Wolf’s armor so easily.

The fiery storm of fragmented armor had nearly burned itself out, and the world descended into stillness once more.

He turned, his frame silhouetted against the conflagration of the collapsing war machine behind him.

The glow of the flames reflected off the black-and-white mech’s exterior.

He Ao turned his gaze toward the mechas silently stationed around him.

Their ’silence,’ in a sense, marked their stance.

He Ao gripped the greatsword in his hand and returned it to the scabbard on the mech’s back.

The surrounding mercenary corps mechas stared blankly at this action, unsure of its purpose.

BZZZZ—

Just then, a fiery barrage rained down from the heavens.

A dense swarm of missiles plummeted toward the gathering cluster of siege mechas below.

The once-impermeable anti-air network that had blanketed the skies had vanished without notice, while the artillery on the city walls roared to life, unleashing barrages of ammunition far more intense than before.

Some pilots glanced around, noticing that the city’s entire air-defense system had been dismantled, as a squadron of Blazing Angel Mechas weaved through the wreckage below.

In the moments when all eyes had been fixed on the Demon Wolf, these wandering Blazing Angel Mechas had slipped away from the battlefield’s center to strike the anti-air systems.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

The earth resounded with heavy explosions as missiles struck the ground and annihilated siege machines one after another.

Unexpectedly, no fire rained upon the cluster of mechas positioned nearby.

"This is Suote."

A calm voice broadcasted through the public communication channel, echoing in all directions. "Your attempt to invade West City has been exposed. Your captain is dead. Your Demon Wolf is destroyed. What you do next—is for you to decide."

Upon hearing the announcement, some of the mecha pilots looked up, fixating on the black-and-white mech standing before the blaze.

Yet, the mech seemed uninterested in waiting for any response. Without pause, it rose and shot off in the direction of the stretching snowy mountains in the distance.

The surrounding mercenary corps mechas hesitated for a brief moment before retracting their weapons, shifting aside to clear a path for the black-and-white mech.

Meanwhile, the Blazing Angel Mechas and Dragon Cavalry Fighters that had just decimated the anti-air systems followed suit in rapid ascent, merging like tributaries flowing into the main artery, chasing after the mech toward the vast, snow-laden mountains.

The dense ranks of mercenary corps mechas and warplanes, accompanied by armored ground vehicles, parted ways, watching this rapid procession of machines retreat into the distance.

Once the figures had faded from view, the remaining mechas exchanged hesitant glances before descending from the skies, grounding themselves beneath the towering walls.

A flurry of faint communications buzzed between the forces outside the city and those atop the walls.

The artillery atop the walls fell silent, and the battering rams striking against the gates ceased entirely.

The inferno consuming the wilderness continued to burn, but no one added further fuel to the flames.