Mystical Journey

Chapter 829 - Lurk 1

Chapter 829: Lurk 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Did the instructor send us here so that he can humiliate us?” Boris cracked his occasional cold joke and it was obvious that his opponent didn’t appreciate it.

The Red-White Mech started chirping loudly as it immediately leaped forward while spinning its body at high speed. With swords in both of its hands, it looked like a top spinning at high speed.

Straight gouges were left in the ground as the sword slashed the surface.

“Quentin Slash! Hahaha! Go to hell!!!” a twisted laughter came from within the Red-White Mech.

The rotating slashes were moving towards Boris, who didn’t have the time to evade at all. He then grabbed the Blackboard Frisbee and stabbed it into the ground in front of him.

Clank!!

White sparks could be seen as the swords clashed against the frisbee.

Boris took a few steps back as half of his Mech was completely chopped off. It was fortunate that the Cockpit located at the chest was unharmed so he could still move.

On the other hand, a long dagger could be seen on the Red-White Mech. The dagger had been pierced deep into his back. It almost pierced through the cockpit and this made the pilot of the Red White Mech sweat coldly.

“Who’s there!! Show yourself!?” he turned around immediately as he knew that this person, who was able to overcome his Weakening Field, was definitely not the same guy who could only hide from afar and shoot at him.

Within the sands and dust that floated in the air, a pair of red eyes glowed faintly as a huge black object walked towards him slowly.

Bam.

The black object casually threw aside a red white Mech’s head as it slowly walked out from the sandstorm. There were still markings and electric arcs sparking from the bottom of the head. It was obvious that it had been ripped off from a Mech just a moment ago.

Hiss...

With the black Mech as the epicenter, the air blew in all directions and trembling could be felt in an area of several hundred meters.

“This is.. the Willpower Field... Hiss...!” the Red-White Mech inhaled deeply. “No! This doesn’t make sense! You... How can you gather a Willpower Field at such a young age!? How is that possible!?”

“It’s Sister Red-Eyed Medero!!” Boris finally recognized that person. “Big sister! How’s Allie?!”

“I’ve saved her so she’s fine. Originally I’m supposed to be here as an insurance but I didn’t expect the opponent to be this strong,” Medero responded calmly. “You guys can retreat now because I alone will be enough to handle him.”

“Understood!” Matthew and Boris had already given up on fighting this Red-White Mech monster a long time ago as long-ranged attacks were completely ineffective against him and he was overwhelmingly powerful in melee combat. He was obviously an opponent of a different class.

Two Mechs immediately flew back to where they came from.

They could see the remains of many Mechs along the way back, including those of the Red-White Mechs in small amounts. Some Mech soldiers that had, fortunately, survived the attack had gathered together and helped their allies as ambulances from the city swarmed to their location.

As both of them landed, they were immediately surrounded by multiple ambulances and were taken out of their Mechs.

Matthew was drenched in blood and sweat and these fluids had completely soaked his shirt. While he looked like he was seriously injured, it was just a phenomenon where his blood vessels had burst due to the immense stress from operating the Mech.

“What the current situation? What’s the death count?” it was the first thing he asked the moment he got out of the Mech.

Only one out of four Adjutants had managed to survive and she had survived because she had been shielded at the last moment. Her eyes were so swollen that it was unknown how many times she’d cried.

“It’s terrible... The opponent’s Mechs are too powerful... They could reflect everything we threw at them back to us and around thirty Pilots have died from this welcoming gift.”

“What about now...” Boris laid onto the stretcher. Both of his arms were broken and blood kept flowing out from his face. This was the results of fighting against a level five Pilot.

“Forty-two pilots out of two hundred are left,” the adjutant responded softly.

The surrounding medical officers couldn’t hold in their emotions and started crying, as most of the participants were their friends and relatives. They had volunteered to be here so that they could obtain the news firsthand as they were worried about the status of the war, but...

“Have we found out who our enemies are?” Matthew calmed down as an oxygen mask was strapped to his face.

“The enemies claimed to be the Shining Mech. Each of them possessed the strength of a level five and if it weren’t for lord Medero arriving in the nick of time...” the adjutant couldn’t speak further.

Level five!

Each and every one of them possessed the strength of a level five and they were fighting against these powerful people as their enemies...

Matthew couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of it.

What sort of concept did the level five represent? Within the Blackboard Academy, which was the most luxurious academy in the Blackboard Region, those who managed to achieve level five were all instructors and there were only a total of hundred plus of them. Furthermore, they were all aged thirty and above. Only these people were able to serve as teachers and guests everywhere and under any power. Their salaries were at the very top and they were very well treated. There was no need for them to go on the battlefield on their own to kill one another. Then, there were those enemies, whose weakest forces possessed level five strength...

“What kind of monsters are they?!” Boris couldn’t hold in his emotion.

“The White Light terrorist organization. Their Shining Mech was just a common grade Mech... They had an even stronger Mech called the Great Light Mech,” Matthew said quietly. “The situation is above what we are able to handle. There’s no point in dragging more people into the battle as it will only increase our death counts. We need the support of stronger Pilots!” Matthew stated calmly.

“Level Five pilots are the academy’s war preparation grade resources. They wouldn’t be mobilized if it wasn’t a battle between regions unless even big sister isn’t able to handle the situation,” Boris shook his head. “Once Black Star is back, all of them, including the Great Light Mech, shall die!”

“Yes, we still have lord Black Star!” Matthew nodded in agreement. Black Star, who was famed to be the strongest first seat in the academy, would definitely handle the situation the moment he returned.

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“Red Eye Medero! One of the most talented people in Blackboard.”

At this side of the battle, Medero’s Black Mech was surrounded by three Red-White Mechs. All three of them had a green crystal from the Shining Mech in the middle of their chests.

“Be careful. This woman is very hard to deal with! Although she’s not a level five, she’s still going to give us a hard time!” the Mech who had been fighting alone against Medero was trembling as half of his Mech was surrounded by a black electric current.

“It’s the Paralytic Power. Be careful and don’t let her get near to you!”

The three Mechs that were surrounding Medero started to fly up as they formed a triangular formation.

“If it wasn’t for me wanting to surpass Black Star, you typical level five fools wouldn’t dare fool around in front of me...” Medero sat inside the Mech, and her eyes were red to a point they were turning purple and were on the verge of bleeding. This was her unique Willpower Training Method — Red Eye. Its special effect was to be able to instantly see through her opponent Mech’s weak points. It was truly a terrifying unique Willpower.

“Thunderwhip!”

Medero attacked out of nowhere as both of her hands were now wielding a pair of purple electric whips.

Kashak!

The purple-red whips lashed out, forming a circle chain of electric arcs which landed around two of the Mechs in front of her.

Without any delayed action, an electric stream burst out from behind Medero and appeared in between the two Mechs instantly, and she swung her hands.

Boom boom!!

Two of the Red-White Mechs each had one of their arms torn off, dropping to the ground.

“It’s the Acceleration Field! Retreat! Her speed is too fast!” the only functioning Red-White Mech missed his shot as he shot at where Medero had originally been standing. By the time he reacted, two of his teammates had already been defeated. If he weren’t a pilot with a level five Willpower, he wouldn’t be able to react in time. If he were a slightly weaker pilot, he would’ve instantly exploded in that instant.

Medero’s Field Characteristic was speed, where she was able to increase her speed by up to a horrifying thirty percent in a short amount of time, which was about her Mech’s limit. A typical pilot wouldn’t be able to handle this technique, nor even these Shining Mech Pilots...

Without any word, these three Shining Mechs turned around and split up into three different directions.

“Don’t think you can run away from me!” Medero clapped her hand and formed a more intense purple-red arc.

With a sizzling noise, a purple light flashed and two of the Bright Mechs were split into halves at their waists and exploded in mid-air.

However, this short time frame had given the last Mech an opportunity to escape from her grasp.

Medero’s gaze was extremely focused as she formed another arc. Another purple light was shot up and landed on the back of the Bright Mech, which was a few thousand meters away from her.

Unfortunately, the distance was too great and her opponent was a level five pilot as well. At the most critical moment, he released a stream of white light and diverted the direction of the electric arc. However, this wasn’t without any cost as half of the Bright Mech was burnt. It looked like an empty can from afar as its waist sunk in.

The Bright Mech instantly disappeared as a series of black lightning balls appeared.

“Dimensional Jump?” Medero put away her electric whips and allowed it to move about freely in her hand.

“What a strong body for it to be able to escape safely after taking an attack from my Thunderwhip. No wonder even General Xin was unable to hold these people back. There are so many level five pilots... the White Light Group...”

Medero sat inside the Mech as she pondered.

The vibe she had from these level five pilots was that they weren’t nurtured in the traditional way, but were half-baked products from some sort of potential excitation. All of them were hysterical and she couldn’t sense any hope in them. However their Mechs’ characteristics were very powerful and it even had a unique Willpower ability, namely the Rebound.

To be able to rebound an attack of a certain caliber and also possess an even stronger ability to teleport about, these abilities would be very effective if used at the right moment.

“I need to investigate further.”

“Lord Medero,” a few Black Mechs slowly landed from the sky.

“Black Shirt General? How’s the other location?” Medero asked softly as she deactivated her fighting form, shrinking her Mech down a considerable size.

“There’s a total of 23 places that were ambushed in the whole region and all of them occurred within an hour. All of the opponents were just like those Red-White Bright Mechs. Including you, there were a total of twenty-three squads that moved to the front lines and the current situation should be under control now,” the other guy responded seriously.

“Are there any instructions from the teachers?”

“Principal Simis hopes that you can investigate the whereabouts of these Great Light Mechs that have infiltrated the Blackboard Region. The enemy was very powerful as he was able to escape under the attack of three squads.”

“Oh? Even three squads weren’t enough to stop him?” Medero’s tone turned heavy as even she would feel seriously threatened when fighting against a squad, never mind three. That was a squad consisting of ten Black Shirted Generals, and it was the strongest in the Blackboard Region excluding the military squad formed by the instructors! The weakest members were at least level three and the leader of these Black Shirted Generals were all elites of the academy who possessed the prestige of level five.