Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 156 – Chapter 156: 155 Chapter Become a 6
Chapter 156: 155 Chapter Become a 6-sided BOSS
Time had stopped at that moment.
Before the Ironblood Warriors could even draw their weapons, Fang Zheng's Sky-Cleaving Sword had already slashed through their throats and pierced their hearts.
This was the limit of the mechanical civilization. Perhaps the Ironblood Mother Ship could destroy a planet, but their physical quality determined that they could never be opponents for Fang Zheng. In fact, when Fang Zheng lifted the time stop, several Ironbloods standing at the control station had already fallen into a pool of blood, turning into corpses.
“Roar–!!”
At this moment, other Ironblood Warriors reacted, swiftly rotating their shoulder cannons, aiming at the Alien Insects rushing towards them from all directions. But this time, the weapons the Ironblood Warriors trusted did not fire the Energy Cannons as they wished. After a few rotations, they just dropped their heads as if broken, and never moved again.
The second weakness of the mechanical civilization: when facing a civilization far beyond their own, they would be thoroughly suppressed.
Fang Zheng didn't know exactly how much higher the Synapsus civilization was compared to the Ironblood, but Little Angel could freely invade any terminal of the Ironblood network without being detected, and could even rewrite all the terminal interfaces of the Ironblood and forcibly seize control, which already explained a lot.
Fang Zheng had once asked Nymph about this. Little Angel had disdainfully told him that if human technology in this world was in the Stone Age, then at best, Ironblood was only in the age of the steam engine, while Synapsus…had already abandoned nuclear fusion.
In fact, from the start of the battle, Nymph had already seized control of the whole Ironblood Mother Ship through the terminal network, and had shut down all the technological weapons of the Ironblood Warriors, meaning that they had been forcibly disarmed and had no choice but to fight with melee weapons. Although Fang Zheng did not know whether Nymph's skill could only be used on a minor scale or could destroy the entire network of Ironblood Warriors, it was enough for now.
The overall system failure was clearly beyond the expectation of the Ironblood Warriors; not only could they not use their shoulder cannons to fight, but even their cloaking ability was blocked. This sudden strike obviously caught the Ironblood Warriors off guard. However, being a warrior race meant they didn't just give up; realizing their shoulder cannons were useless, they immediately picked up their weapons and tried to counterattack, but it was…too late.
The Alien Insects modified by Fang Zheng were not the weak ones of the past. Facing the Ironblood, they first launched a barrage of needle piercings, followed by a tail swipe for a piercing, and if they were still alive, they would directly pounce and extend their claws, opening their mouths for a flurry of bites. Long, mid, and close range attacks covered every distance, far more formidable than the original Alien Insects.
Not to mention, Fang Zheng was also taking advantage of the chaos in the back lines. While the Alien Insects were launching attacks on the remaining Ironblood Warriors, Fang Zheng sheathed his sword and then extended his right hand towards the Ironblood Warriors before him. Moments later, dozens of Light Bullets burst from his fingertips, transforming into a howling storm that shot towards his foes.
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Magic Missile Storm!
In the Main World, this was something that any Level Three Mage could become immune to with a Magic Shield. But facing these Ironblood Warriors who had no way to cloak themselves or use any shield skills, it became a deadly weapon. The roaring Magic Missiles traced arcs in the air, bypassing the battling Alien Insects, and struck hard on the bodies of the Ironblood Warriors.
Though the Magic Missiles themselves appeared to be only about the size of hand grenades and exploded with roughly the power of grenades, when a dozen Magic Missiles hit a target simultaneously, the cumulative force of their explosions was not to be underestimated. The sky seemed to scream with the passing of meteor-like missiles, followed by a series of explosions and flashes; those hit Ironblood Warriors were blown back, crashing against the walls and collapsing. Before they could stand and counterattack, they were finished off by the leaping Alien Insects drawing first blood.
So thrilling!
Watching this scene, Fang Zheng clenched his fists tightly. Compared to a Templar, a Mage combat was a different kind of fascinating violence. It was like using a barrage of rocket launchers to level a building or using superior firepower to flatten an entire bunker. The irrational joy of destroying everything was truly the most wonderful pleasure in the world.
Additionally, with Fang Zheng's Time Control and his mastery of casting skills, it could be said that at that moment, he simultaneously released “Minor Missile Storm,” “Enhanced Lesser Missile Storm,” “Missile Storm,” and “Enhanced Missile Storm,” four Seventh-Level Evocation Spells. All together, those Magic Missiles numbered in the hundreds, passing through the air like a celestial maiden scattering flowers with all kinds of special effects, making Fang Zheng feel as if he had transformed into a bullet hell game's final boss, exhilaratingly overpowering newbies. It truly left him indescribable.
By the time Fang Zheng had mastered the Seventh-Level Evocation Spell, learned the Advanced Missile Storm and Ultimate Spellcasting… mmm… oh, the anticipation was real.
After imagining his future prowess, Fang Zheng came back to his senses and looked towards the hall, where the entire control room was now a mess. The Ironblood Warriors, in collaboration with Alien Insects, had been utterly defeated by Fang Zheng. At this moment, their bodies were twitching and then slowly swelling.
Indeed, under Fang Zheng's watchful eye, the already massive bodies of the Ironblood began inflating like air-filled balloons and soon, a deep yellow viscous fluid started seeping out from their skin. As the fluid appeared, the skin of the Ironblood Warriors became much more translucent, as if the liquid had drained the pigment from their bodies.
A few minutes later, accompanied by a soft “plop,” Fang Zheng saw a small Alien being less than a meter long emerge from an Ironblood Warrior's body… specifically, from between its legs.
“Lulana, is there really no other place?”
If an Alien were to emerge from between the legs of a beautiful woman, there'd at least be a semblance of an alien insect play's aesthetics. But the sight of one emerging from between the thick thighs of an Ironblood… well, it was anything but elegant.
“Considering the stealth requirements you had for this Zerg unit, I believe this is the best solution,” Lulana responded, showing no objections to this method. It seemed the artist's aesthetic sense was indeed different from ordinary people.
But then again, an artist's aesthetic vision is generally worlds apart from that of common folk.
“You're right,” Fang Zheng admitted.
Hearing Lulana's response and watching the Swarm Alien emerging from the Ironblood's body grow rapidly, Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders. In order to give the Swarm Alien combat abilities in the shortest time possible, Lulana had adjusted their genetics. This caused any newly born Swarm Alien to crazily absorb all the nutrients from the host's body, leaving it hollow, like the Ironblood corpse used as a “seedbed.” From the outside, it might appear normal, but a simple touch would shatter the thin paper-like skin and brittle, chocolate-bar-like bones–because the force that was supposed to sustain them had now become nutrients for the Swarm Alien.
As Lulana said, Fang Zheng's primary requirement for the Alien was stealth, which made this method of “production” the most beneficial one. Otherwise, producing an egg openly like the Zerg… well, if it went unnoticed, it would mean the enemies were definitely blind.
“Master, the enemies are moving towards the control center, they seem to have realized something is wrong,” the Little Angel reported.
The Little Angel could cut off communications, but she couldn't fake them. The Ironblood were not fools; realizing that their calls were unanswered, they immediately grew suspicious. According to the Little Angel, currently, all the Ironblood Warriors aboard the Ironblood Mother Ship were converging on the control center, and the only thing unclear to them now was the exact situation inside.
“Good timing, saves me the effort of searching!”
Hearing Nymph's warning, Fang Zheng also raised his eyebrows and flexed his hands. After the recent battle, Fang Zheng suddenly discovered how refreshingly satisfying it was to dispatch his enemies with magic rather than chopping them down one-by-one with his sword. Previously, he had only dueled other mages in the Sky Arena; this was his first time using magic for large-scale areof-effect attacks, and it seemed… the results were good!
With that in mind, Fang Zheng immediately perked up and looked towards the metal door in front of him.
Let these alien natives taste the power of magical civilization!
Chapter end
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