BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 1203: Unexpected guest (1)



More undead and Chimaeric Demons rushed inside the base.

At the same time, the stream of notifications kept arriving.

The clash between the two armies was brutal and merciless. Explosions lit up the battlefield as powers collided, and the air filled with the sounds of combat. Neither side showed any sign of backing down as they fought with increasing intensity, turning the area into a war-torn wasteland.

The battlefield was painted in smoke and blood. Poisonous smoke filled the air while fires spread everywhere, the ground that was full of explosion holes, and the awful smell of burning bodies and scorched ground was everywhere.

Mangled vehicles lay scattered like broken toys, bodies of dead blackguards sprawled across the field in various states of dismemberment-some cleaved in two, others with limbs torn from their torsos.

Blood covered the ground, turning the soil dark red. The blackguards' flags, torn and dirty, fluttered in the wind, in what was for them a sad reminder of their former glory.

After losing their commander, the blackguards abandoned discipline and turned into berserkers, launching suicide attacks that killed many of Erik's clones. They fought to the death, prioritizing damage over survival.

But the clones weren't pushovers. Most of the blackguards died before they could even reach the clones. The problem was that when they did; the clones died in droves.

Damaged structures offered little protection, their walls pocked with blast marks and splattered with blood. Between them stretched a killing field littered with corpses, their vacant eyes mirroring the flames that consumed the battlefield.

The survivors walked carefully through the destroyed battlefield, trying to avoid stepping on the dead bodies and pools of blood. All around them, people were screaming as they died while energy weapons were fired and bodies were being destroyed.

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Battle notifications flooded in as Erik's troops clashed with the blackguards. Every fallen soldier, ally or enemy, contributed to the experience he was getting.

Erik gave a look back at Amber.

He approached her, seeing her slumped against a wall. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, her breathing ragged from the mana she used to kill Bill. Mira, Emily, June, and the three Chimaeric Demons had gathered around her.

"Are you alright?"

Amber managed a weak nod. "Just... drained. That bastard was tough to kill." She turned to see the ongoing battle, where waves of blackguards threw themselves at the remaining Chimaeric Demons.

Things were getting worse by the second. Fires spread everywhere as soldiers used their brain crystal powers without holding back.

Losing their commander had transformed the blackguards from disciplined soldiers into vengeful berserkers. It was to a point so absurd that Amber and all the other ones were confused.

Who would willingly sacrifice their life like this? It made no sense, especially considering there was no family member involved. Erik didn't kill brothers and sisters, fathers, or mothers. Yet the blackguards behaved as if that was the case, as if Bill had been their spiritual leader, a figure they revered more than their own lives.

Maybe it was. The blackguards were arrogant and brutal and had no moral qualms, but their leaders were figures who inspired even him, and that was only because of the powers they possessed.

Erik could understand how, from a foot soldier's point of view, their leaders were deities. Erik watched from his position as the blackguards kept attacking. Energy blasts cut some soldiers in half, while others lost their arms and legs in the battle.

Despite seeing their fellow soldiers die horrible deaths, the blackguards kept fighting.

Their sacrifice accomplished nothing except adding more corpses to the field. Yet they persisted, driven by a loyalty that transcended self-preservation.

"I don't understand," June said, shaking his head as he watched another wave of blackguards charge to their deaths. "This isn't normal military behavior."

"It's like they've been brainwashed," Emily said. "No rational human would throw their life away like this."

"Maybe the blackguards look at their commanders as something beyond human," a clone said.

Erik nodded. "Bill wasn't just their commander. He was their symbol of power, their proof that they were superior. When Amber killed him, they started understanding they were not that sacred group they thought they were. Their entire worldview collapsed."

Erik gave them a better look. "I think they are trying to prove their worth through death. They've been so thoroughly indoctrinated that they can't imagine life without their leadership structure."

If they had been in their position, they would have just fled. All of them then thought about what would have happened if Erik was the one dying, if Mira, Amber, June, or Emily was the enemy leader, and how they would react in their same shoes.

<Maybe I would have done the same...> They all thought in unison.

Amber's gaze went to the hangar's smoking ruins. The plane they'd fought so hard to protect was nothing but twisted metal now. "What do we do?" she asked Erik. "Without the plane, we have few chances of reaching Mur safely; we would need a lot of Chimaeric Demons, and I don't think we can bring those from the rest of the country."

Since they could bring only those currently inside the Law Gate, it meant that the more clones died, the worse their situation while crossing the sea would be.

Erik examined the wreckage. "We need to rest first. You especially need some time to recover." He turned to the three Chimaeric Demons. "Get the barrier masters' brain crystals

and blood ready."

Since Amber was the one who killed Bill, it was clear it had been their team to make those barriers, meaning they resurrected the six barrier masters they had been tasked to kill, and if that happened, he had no intention of letting their powers go to waste. "I'll get them all. One will be given to your clones; the others, I will keep for myself-I have plans for them."

Multiple barrier master clones would make their stay in Mur much safer. Layered barriers would create stronger protection than a single one could provide. By taking turns, the clones could keep barriers up nonstop without running out of mana.

The problem was, Erik would have to wait in order for the new clones to mature. Besides, they would need more time to make enough neural links.

Erik worried that all this waiting would give the blackguards on Mur enough time to reach power levels that even he couldn't handle. That was the reason he decided to give the ability to the clones and make some eggs, which, though he knew, would mature only once they were

on the lost continent.

Yet there was time to think about that. Now, what he needed to focus on was Amber.

"We might send some Chimaeric Demons to Frant. With so many barrier masters, winning the war should be possible, even easy."

Erik nodded, then turned to the Chimaeric Demons. "Take them to the underground tunnels," he said, referring to Amber and the others. "They need to recover somewhere safe."

"And you?" Mira asked, noting his gaze returning to the battlefield.

A small smile crossed Erik's face as he watched more blackguards pour into the fight. "We thought there were around eighty thousand elite blackguards here. Each one is strong enough to feed me a lot of experience." His plants began rising around him. "It would be wasteful not to take advantage of that."

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"The rest of you, get to safety. I'll handle things up here."

"We can still fight," Mira said, with Emily nodding beside her.

"I know you can, but I don't need help against these small fries."

Mira snorted. "Small fishes? They're elite blackguards. Each of them could destroy a city."

She paused.

"Well, at least they could have done it 4 years ago."

"Yeah, they are small fries. I would have been able to kill even Bill if it wasn't for his nasty brain crystal power, the constant help he received, and the fact I had to protect the plane while killing all his minions." Erik's plants rustled menacingly around him.

Mira sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Exactly as you said."

Emily laughed. "Now go. I want to focus on absorbing their experience points."

However, a piercing screech echoed across the battlefield, a sound so powerful it made the

ground tremble.

The high-pitched cry cut through the noise of battle like a knife, causing both blackguards and Chimaeric Demons to pause their fighting.

Erik recognized the sound, and it was nothing good. That was the call of the cerulean bird.

The color drained from his face. "Underground. Now!" he said to the Chimaeric Demons, his voice carrying a fear they had seen coming from him only when the Leviathan Serpent was

involved.

The clones tensed, their bodies rigid with fear, because having Erik's memories, they shared

his same worries.

"Erik, what's happening?" Amber asked, her voice tight with concern as she noticed the

sudden change in everyone's demeanor.

"We have company," Erik said. "It's something you shouldn't get involved with." His eyes

scanned the orange sky as the screech grew louder. The creature was drawing closer. Erik went to collect the brain crystals from the barrier masters himself.