Chapter 53 - Hunt Part 2

On the outside, the battle was at its peak. With the appearance of the White Army, the counterattack by the special squad was devastating.

Empowered with 6th LCT class power, the white sphere with red lines appeared next to the Witch Queen. Nova Aria looked at it with a bit of confusion. Then it nudged her toward the front line and transformed into a small white shield.

Nova quickly understood its intention. However, why hadn’t Marc contacted her directly? There was no time to ponder, as the shield had already changed into a dagger and hovered several meters in front of her.

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BAM

A heavy runic energy ball exploded and threw back an M-Collos. Four others quickly charged towards a Golden M-Collos that had just appeared.

[Nova: (Chain Bind)]

The Witch Queen had grown significantly, and facing multiple opponents was no longer her weakness. At her command, the ground around her suddenly brightened, and ethereal chains rose, binding the incoming opponents and completely rooting them to the ground.

[Nova: (Runic Edge)]

A bluish aura enveloped a one-handed sword that the Golden M-Collos was holding. This sword had the special property of amplifying runic enhancements. Obviously, it had been specially made for her by Vorst, as there was no other alchemist in the world who understood runic powers to this extent.

Bound opponents had no way of resisting her. A brief flash of pity appeared in the eyes of the blue-haired girl. In this war, they were nothing more than pawns following orders. However, she could not afford to spare them; during this fight, several members of her squad had already died...

War was a hideous existence, a cycle that caused both sides to bleed until one of them was completely annihilated. What was a peace treaty? Nothing more than a ceasefire—once wounds healed, the fighting would begin anew. War was eternal...

Flash.

A white shield appeared next to her, blocking a laser beam from an opponent's sniper. Nova's only remaining weakness was her inability to detect long-range opponents. Hidden with camouflage systems, they would try to take her down from a distance. A small dagger emerged from the shield and disappeared into thin air. Nova Aria had no doubt that the sniper issue was taken care of.

Today, Vorst was silent—how strange...

Mersa was charging straight into enemy lines. According to Calla, even Mersa wouldn't be able to break through that formation, so there was no need to "protect" him. Next to her was the Black Blade, and together they roamed the battlefield like shadows of death. Wherever those two passed, Mechs, M-Armors, and occasionally groups of M-Colloses were turned into scraps without fail.

Once again, she crashed into an M-Collos with incredible speed.

(ABlitz)

The move she used was an upgraded version of a perfected Accel, which burned far fewer photons than (Blitz) but still possessed the explosive speed of the higher version. With no wasted movements, her hand grabbed an opponent's mechanical head and slammed it into the ground. Sparks flew into the air, and with a light tap, she jumped backward, executing a graceful somersault. Psychic power gathered in her hand, and she launched a (Psychic Spear) toward the immobilized opponent.

Anyone admiring her graceful figure in the air could now also admire the hole she had made in the torso of her opponent. Obviously, there was no hope for the pilot; a Circle Tier opponent died just like that. Nearby M-Colloses shuddered. How could this be? How had she become even more monstrous than before? She had arrived and demolished one of their peers, and no one had even had a chance to react.

The White Angel of War turned her head towards them. A black flash suddenly passed next to her, making her white hair flutter in the air (made from special alchemical metal). An enemy M-Collos shifted his gaze, and as he suspected, it was the Black Blade impaling itself onto another M-Collos. Then a white flash appeared before his eyes…

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Suddenly.

Flash.

Mersa instinctively moved her arm and, without much difficulty, deflected a sniper shot aimed at her. Even after this brief victory, she did not lower her guard; that sniper was slow. Compared to the hellish training of the Black Angel, it was way too slow. A proud smile appeared on Calla's face.

At that moment, Celina's White Army caught up and passed the two of them. Without M-Colloses supporting them, the Crimson Empire’s Mechs couldn’t do anything.

[Calla<bot>: Let's move.]

[<Mersa>: Yes.]

The White Wolf girl looked at the Black Blade as it moved through the air. That's right. She was a lone wolf no more. Now she had her pack. Now she could hunt with her pack. The genetics of the White Wolves manifested themselves, and Mersa could feel an exhilarating rush. She raised her head to the sky and released her pent-up emotions.

[<Mersa>: AWOOOO~ AWOOOO!]

After Vorst Marcdrak’s anger was calmed by Kaya, his mood improved significantly. He oversaw the battlefield from above and, from time to time, used his black boxes to save lives. Obviously, he still did not bother to help Mechs and Drones.

Celina, who was now sitting on his lap, completely entrusted all her weight to him with her eyes closed and roamed the battlefield in the form of her Assault Drone Squad.

Then, it happened.

The crystal-clear voice of the white terror was simply...

[Vorst: C-cute.]

He could not help but let it slip involuntarily. Definitely, with her kind of soft voice, Mersa could not even hope to intimidate her enemy, but it definitely boosted the morale on her allies' side. It was simply too adorable. Celina opened her eyes and turned her head towards him. There was a hint of jealousy in her eyes, mixed with a small dose of fear.

[Vorst: Don't worry, you're mine and I'm not letting you go no matter what.]

He assured her again as he squeezed her.

[Celina: But... Camellia-chan...]

[Vorst: Camellia's mine. You're mine. You're both mine.]

Celina's face flashed with a spark of enlightenment.

[--Lily--: Selfish.]

[--Kaya--: Cheater.]

[--Calla--: M'lord. *Nods at him encouragingly*]

[--Marc--: ...]

Somehow, Calla's tone full of pride hit him hardest, and he could not even be angry with her because she had absolutely no ulterior motives. Calla and sarcasm were like night and day; both existed but never met each other.

Once Mersa's voice finished echoing through the battlefield, all of the canines on the Alliance's side suddenly felt a strong urge to howl. Especially those of the Wolf family—they felt completely reinvigorated. It was as if the battle had just started for them.

It was viral. Once a wolf sub-race heard that voice, they would feel a sudden surge of power running within them and undoubtedly release a primal howl themselves.

It was a call.

They answered the call.

The call from a White Wolf.

The call from an Alpha.

The call to Hunt.

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AWOOOOOOOOOOO! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Once again, their counterattack intensified.

Suddenly.

BVOOOOM

Once again, forty-two M-Colloses flew up into the air, as if they wanted to extinguish this rebellion.

A fierce expression appeared on Marc's face. Yes, Kaya had calmed him down. However, that did not mean he would forgive them. This and that were different matters.

A smile bloomed on the faces of the girls in his soul. Their opponents were just about to face Lord Marcdrak’s wrath...