Chapter 690: The Battle for Mercenary Tao
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft~
The acoustic profile of biological tissue being violently shredded failed to register as anything remotely more melodic than raw canvas being torn apart.
Existing under his high-velocity sickle-wind transformation, Capió had historically, to an exceptional degree, derived intense satisfaction from tracking a sound of this classification; every single time his edge sliced open the anatomy of an opposing asset, his eyes would log a row of frantic, terror-stricken eyes pinning his stance.
Yet right now, his internal registers layout-wise, completely failed to compile that emotion, his heart processing an unrefined sensation holding that its chambers had been thoroughly frozen solid.
Flee! Thru your speed tracks into maximum overload! A total tactical extraction is mandated!
That absolute demon... was Mercenary Tao!
Capió lacked even a fraction of processing focus to unhinge his jaw to drop a warning flag down his leader's line, his frame violently mutating into a high-speed wind current to slice through the air toward the shoreline blocks.
Regardless of how monumentally powerful [Night Raid] operated on paper, he was layout-wise, merely a high-tier Reincarnator; Mercenary Tao was an apocalyptic monster who could ruthlessly toy with and execute reigning Sovereigns down to the atom.
Winning was layout-wise, mathematically impossible; his analytical arrays could isolate absolutely zero millimeters of tactical hope.
Pfft! Capió drove his wind edge to cleanly bifurcate every single timber dwelling blockading his displacement vector; columns of fresh essence occasionally sprayed into the air currents, yet his tactical focus completely manual-overrode the data, entirely focused on forcing his evasion parameters to their absolute limit to preserve his vital lines.
Far across his rear flank, his sensors finally registered the violent detonation of 69's internal Demonic Energy—that suffocating, primal odor capable of forcing a common human biology into a state of total, trembling paralysis was an absolute signature scent exclusive to a High Demon template.
Amidst a geological disruption that looked identically as if heaven and earth were violently shaking, a colossal biological hull clearing the fifty-meter mark violently adjusted its massive weight, anchor-dropping its limbs straight into the center of the urban grid as its vocal channels dropped into a deep, booming bass.
"Hold your stride... my agency can negotiate a trade protocol..."
Bang!
Looking identically as if the local atmosphere had been instantaneously and flawlessly pumped into an absolute vacuum, the High Demon occupying Capió's visual tracking was violently hit, his massive structure smashing through rows of timber dwellings as a horrific kinetic shockwave shot him through the airspace.
Capió's motor pathways outputted an supreme velocity metric, his phantom afterimage executing a rapid succession of lightning-fast vector adjustments to alternate his displacement path.
Ultimately, his eyes verified that the towering biological mass had violently flattened a massive expanse of local palm forests before rolling to a dead, heavy stop across the dirt.
And a lone silhouette had already completed its transmission to stand directly over his chest plates.
"Hold... hold your hand, Mercenary Tao! My crown can click a direct sequence to submit absolute compliance beneath your throne!"
At this exact frame of the operation, [Night Raid · 69] had finally and with absolute certainty decoded the identity of this terrifying freak—this was explicitly the exact same Mercenary Tao who had recently aligned his files alongside the East Asian high command to broadcast a global declaration pledging to "safeguard world peace."
Damn it all to hell! Does an unrefined saturation slaughter of this yield map under your definition of preserving world peace?!
69 continuously delivered an infinite stream of internal curses, yet tracking the historical data mapping Mercenary Tao's continuous trail of manic atrocities, his processing unit layout-wise, found this paradoxical narrative exceptionally authentic.
If an organism of Mercenary Tao's classification stepped onto the board, claiming an intent to preserve global order while simultaneously launching a personal deployment to systematically liquidate an un-cooperative neighboring territory down to the atom looked layout-wise, perfectly logical.
Damn it... since a monster of this yield aligns his files with East Asia, does it not hardcode an absolute diagnostic holding that our domestic Philippine Reincarnator collective is poised to sustain a terminal crisis...
Within a single microsecond, he completely threw every wisp of native state sentiment out of his calculations, the ancestral resentment his files historically harbored targeting East Asia smoothly evaporating from his tracks.
Every variable could be negotiated, every trade protocol could be finalized; so long as Mercenary Tao willed the alignment, whether his crown was required to join the Eden coalition or bind his registry straight to the East Asian state executive apparatus, his division would comfortably execute the sequence.
The Mercenary Tao standing before his stance continuously kept his twin pupils locked shut, only his jaw mechanically unhinging to emit a non-stop torrent of un-indexed, self-contradictory syllables.
Because his character file had permanently unlocked universal linguistic comprehension capabilities, his audio sensors could decode the raw syllables flowing out from Mercenary Tao's mouth, yet his intellect completely and flawlessly failed to parse the structural reality anchoring the data.
"This creature genuinely wills the deployment of a compliance track. What macro-judgment should our core enforce?"
"What baseline utility does a compliance track yield? This entity tracks under absolute Malice; our knuckles are system-mandated to drive a terminal execution campaign to restore the absolute balance of our Ladder!"
"Cease your grand posturing as if your processing decodes the parameters of the Ladder down to the sub-atomic track. Your file is layout-wise, nothing more than a standard vengeful yin spirit~"
Deep within Mercenary Tao's vocal streams, it looked identically as if his internal sub-personalities were launching an un-buffered civil war against his own ego, frantically locked in a non-stop argument trying to isolate the parameters of Righteousness and Malice.
69's strategic focus frantically compiled the variables, his sharp intuition parsing that this internal breakdown was highly, statistically likely linked to the raw operational status governing Mercenary Tao's anomaly.
He suddenly extended a lone claw, pinning the vector straight toward that grey wind vortex nearby. While the high-velocity sickle-wind template looked layout-wise, completely non-threatening, its physical displacement generated a sharp, high-frequency screaming wave—the automated consequence of local space continuously being sliced apart by kinetic friction.
"Lord Mercenary Tao! That asset tracks under the archetype of absolute Malice! He has manually coordinated with the regional crime syndicates to traffic illicit chemical assets, while ruthlessly butchering legions of ordinary mortal cattle! His ledger—"
Chime~
An intensely dense concentration of pure Ki violently whistled as it compiled, the extreme thermal metric and bursting atmospheric weight forcing 69's internal Demonic Energy to choke dangerously tight. His motor nervous system prepared a contingency line to violently self-detonate his High Demon template to purchase a micro-frame of spatial escape.
At this frame of his sweep, his eyes verified that the remaining vanguards who had tracked behind his heels had been thoroughly and flawlessly slaughtered down to the atom.
Regardless of whether one evaluated [Sarah], an elite Tier-3 combat powerhouse bound to his private team ledger, or those remaining wild Reincarnators whose civilian names his database had completely failed to log before the raid, every single asset had sustained a point-blank instant liquidation the exact first frame Mercenary Tao opened his path.
Pinned head-on against a monster of this classification, amassing a grander density of low-tier Reincarnator cattle cede an agency absolutely zero strategic weight.
Capió's scalp violently prickled with a world-shattering wave of pure instinctual terror. An infinite succession of shattered memory tracks frantically executed within his brain tissue; in the very next fraction of a second, a scalding column of pure Ki violently shot forward from his rear flank.
He desperately throttled his motor nerves to execute a sudden alteration of his directional vector, yet his visual arrays merely mapped that golden energy wave as it smoothly and flawlessly manual-overrode standard physics to track his variable, scoring a dead-center impact straight against his spine.
In the next heartbeat, a raw volume of Ki that mirrored molten lava violently bored straight into his internal vascular tracks, his processing unit capturing a rapid report holding that his muscle tissue was being systematically liquefied down to the cellular level, before the frantic expansion of the Ki violently bloated his skin past its material limits.
Bang!
A high-intensity kinetic explosion intertwined with a slurry of raw biological tissue violently detonated across the airspace.
An elite champion who mathematically compressed a respectable tier of independent power metrics had been completely and flawlessly one-shotted by a lone, unrefined Ki discharge.
Beneath 69's white fur plating, his four colossal claw extensions anxiously and deeply dug into the dirt topography.
Whosh~ Clack.
A silhouette looked as if it had instantaneously ripped through the atmospheric blocks to re-anchor its stance directly before his chest. The asset possessed long, flowing purple hair, a highly malevolent and anomalous katana held perfectly level to frame her shoulder plates.
Her entire biological framework continuously radiated a sub-zero, bone-chilling aura of absolute Death that layout-wise, left 69's demonic sensors trembling.
This asset was logged under the title... [Death Sword] Solar Flare?!
Solar Flare evaluated the familiar yet intensely bizarre "Master" standing before her boots, the expression anchoring her features exceptionally complex; yet a frame later, she methodically adjusted her neck to lock her focus onto the parallel flank.
Su Enfei and Su Qingqiu cleanly ripped through a hidden spatial barrier to manifest directly before their coordinates like a tearing curtain wall.
Su Enfei and Su Qingqiu had layout-wise, arrived across these parameters long before Solar Flare's boots touched the dirt, yet their agency had historical-withheld their cover, preferring to remain entrenched inside the shadow fields to clinically monitor Mercenary Tao's baseline metrics.
The variable that cede Solar Flare's processing a wisp of deep professional astonishment was the diagnostic fact that her "Master" had layout-wise, completely and flawlessly failed to identify the two hidden assets blockading his perimeter, his processing unit entirely restricted to chasing down and liquidating those pathetically weak, lower-tier Reincarnator cattle.
Mercenary Tao's current status... was layout-wise, monumentally abnormal...
Sustaining a sharp, burning agony that looked identically as if her neural tracks were being forcefully melted down by her programmatic constraints, Solar Flare dropped a silent line of internal cursing targeting Kaito Shirogane's ego; yet her muscle groups smoothly adjusted to track an immediate stride, anchoring her stance directly adjacent to Mercenary Tao's flank as her level eyes locked onto the twin vanguard generals steering [The Heaven].
Particularly evaluating Su Qingqiu: existing as a hyper-specialized Reincarnator, Su Qingqiu compressed a unique conceptual capability capable of forcefully stripping away and blockading the active capability files of any target operating within a specific spatial radius.
An executive mechanism of that classification cede any Reincarnator on the board an extreme threshold of professional peril.
"For you two to remain entrenched within the shadow fields to monitor our perimeter... could it be that your leadership is calculating an entry vector to execute a clandestine play targeting our Lord Mercenary Tao, hm?"
Su Qingqiu knit his brow in deep frustration, his jaw opening to deliver a sharp verbal counter-strike, yet Su Enfei smoothly adjusted her stance to step before his alignment. Her advanced diagnostics had similarly isolated the reality that Mercenary Tao's processing matrix was currently experiencing a severe operational disruption.
Perhaps... this exact chronological frame represented the single optimal strategic window to permanently liquidate this catastrophic monster?!
Her internal reservoirs ignited with a sudden wisp of frantic strategic heat.
Yet in the very next microsecond, her motor nerves rigidly locked as she monitored that transformed beast violently pivot his skeletal skull to align his closed eyes straight with her vitals, his jaw opening to unhinge a rhythmic chant.
"An active alignment of killing intent... her file tracks under absolute Malice!"
"Malice!"
"Affirmative... the execution of her vital lines is system-mandated!"
Immediately following that trigger, Mercenary Tao smoothly redirected his tracking vector to scan the open ocean blocks. A monumental wave of sub-zero frost energy violently roared across the water, accompanied by a sharp, continuous crack-crack sound as the ambient waves were systematically stripped of their kinetic properties to enter a state of absolute freeze.
A bone-chilling, gale-force wind current intertwined with the immense hull of a colossal timber galleon violently punched out from the maritime horizon, launching a head-on landing campaign to crash straight across the coastline.
The palm forests were instantaneously pulverized into raw dust. Blockading the vector, 69 executed a rapid micro-shiver to cleanly deactivate his transformation; this self-visualizing High Demon had just registered a sub-zero wisp of pure, primeval terror that layout-wise, out-scaled all historical logs.
Monitoring the live data as an increasing density of high-tier Reincarnators centralized their coordinates across this quadrant, his processing unit parsed a grim reality: his vessel had layout-wise, layout-wise drifted straight into the center of an unimaginably catastrophic event loop.
Housed directly before a pitch-black solar wheel that burned silently behind his back, [Daheitian] maintained his visual template as a pristine golden youth asset. Methodically stepping down from the timber deck plates of the massive galleon, a succession of elite Reincarnator vanguards tracked tightly behind his heels.
One among their number was clad in a thick, high-collared knit sweater, his entire biological framework continuously radiating an supreme, wide-area frost energy matrix.
"Solar Flare, Su Qingqiu... my vessel marches across these parameters manually compressing the absolute Sovereign Directive issued by Her Eminence."
"Does your collective command the strategic flexibility... to completely surrender the custody of Mercenary Tao to our ledger, hm?"
He lazily adjusted his stance to clear the vertical alignment. Bathed beneath the silver radiance of the moon, standing rigidly independent atop the deck of the timber galleon was a man clad in a heavy, pristine black overcoat, the sky-spanning moon above looking identically as if its entire mass were on the event horizon of being completely swallowed down to the atom by a roiling nova of stygian black flames.
It was [The Sovereign of the Final Sun]!
(End of Chapter)
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