Chapter 267 ·Turning Point (30)

Turning 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"B Block opening complete!"

"Open them sequentially. Make sure they can be fooled into thinking they've broken through with their own strength."

"They won't abandon their suspicions."

"It doesn't matter. By the time they realize something's wrong, there'll be no way out. And until they catch us, they won't even think about escaping."

I glared at the hologram screen. On the screen, a relentless flood of pureblood supremacist troops was forcing its way into the Archive.

The corridor wasn't narrow, but even so, the sheer number of troops pouring in more than filled it. It was a literal deluge.

Even at that moment, they were crossing over into the Archive using assault containers, with more always following behind.

— Breach! Breach! Find the heretics! Shoot to kill on sight!

— This gate is open! Take your shields and go in! Watch out for an ambush!

Voices heard through the internal cameras. The pureblood supremacists, their hostility reaching a fever pitch, began to sweep through the Archive's sectors. After the prolonged diversion tactics and being toyed with by decoys, they were highly agitated.

'Come in. Come on in, more, more.'

Watching them, rather than feeling fear, I found myself urging them silently. I wanted even more of them to get in. Celestia confirmed the sector the supremacists were passing through.

"ART-B2 sector. Hyun-woo, what's locked in the stasis chamber in that area is similar to the one over there."

She pointed to the crystal set within the portable stasis device. After repeated use, less than a third of the darkness contained within remained.

Even that single crystal would bind everything in that sector. While it might not annihilate them, at the very least it would form a bottleneck, forcing their numbers into a single spot.

"How many are there?"

"A lot. The stasis system here is intact, so all of them have been preserved."

Celestia went on to say that even more dangerous entities than those crystals were waiting in the prohibited sector.

Good. The thought flickered involuntarily through my mind.

Even knowing what would happen next, rather than feeling uneasy, I felt relief. To me, those things were no longer people. They were ones who had chosen to give up their humanity.

So there was no need for hesitation or guilt. All that remained was retribution.

"... Release the stasis chamber seal in the relevant sector and open the gate."

"Confirmed. Opening the gate now."

The gate to the ART-B2 sector began to open. The troops who had gathered to force open the firmly shut doors began to glance around nervously. Was it instinct? Or did they definitely sense something? Either way, it didn't matter.

That hesitation didn't last. The crystals released from the stasis chamber each unleashed their powers. The internal camera holding them suddenly went black.

All that was left was a black screen. But sounds could be heard. Screams, to be exact.

— What is this place?! Fall back! Back! Back...!

— It's reacting to sound!

— I can't see! I can't see! Nothing!

— Shut up!

— Aaaaagh!

The group at the very front was wiped out. Dozens were devoured by the darkness, and none emerged. That was only the beginning.

"BIO-E8 sector is also open."

"Opening!"

Creatures too dangerous to be released thus far began to awaken one after another.

— Stick to the plan! Don't fall back!

— Fire! Shoot! The holy tree's blessing is with us!

— My hands! My hands...!!

Unable to stop the spread of rot-mold, the pureblood supremacists tried bravely to advance but disintegrated right where they stood. Even with flamethrowers to try to remove the contamination, the rate of spread outstripped their efforts.

It was like ravenous jaws. When the wave passed, only metallic remains were left behind. Even those soon disappeared.

"... That wasn't its original rate of spread. I guess it was because it absorbed nutrients. If we hadn't received the crystals with the matter transporter...."

Imagining what would have happened, Celestia shivered. The situation continued to unfold.

— Aaaaah.

— Cover your ears!

— I hear it even with my ears covered! It won't stop—I can't! My head's going to burst...!

A monster similar to the one that once tried to lure us, this one drew in the supremacists with its beautiful humming. Despite its lovely voice, its appearance was grotesque, and no conflict arose in the sector it occupied.

The group who heard the sound directly clutched their heads in agony, and, as though hypnotized, staggered forward. They clung to the monster as if embracing it—

And that was the end. Crack. With sounds of bones and flesh breaking and tearing, nothing remained.

— Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up, don't—BANG!

One fanatical supremacist, mustering all his faith in the holy tree, resisted by turning his gun on himself and ending his life. Other sectors saw much the same.

Once the Warden fully activated, fighting intensified. The brutal environments created by the entities released from the seals blocked their advance. When native biosphere creatures, the stuff of nightmares, poured out, the screams were endless.

Gruesome, but I didn't feel much. I glanced over at the central monitor. Current Archive main system control: 86%. Progress was steady, but I couldn't relax.

After all, although we were holding off a large part of the pureblood supremacist forces, I knew that wasn't all they had.

Their real mains were not these disposable troops. It was the mutants, grown strong by consuming most of Titan's population. Among them was the greatest threat we had to watch for.

"... Any sign of Cystus yet?"

"No, there's nothing on the sensors. Doesn't seem like he's heading straight for the Archive."

"Then he's got to be there."

I glared up at the fleet hovering at high altitude near the Archive. Of all the ships, the largest, the one with the heaviest armament, had to be the flagship. It was almost certain Cystus was aboard, watching us from above.

So many missile pods were attached to the ship that streaks of dozens of missiles slashed across the air—aimed not only at us, but also at the Albatross and the Griffin.

The missiles crossed each other in flight like a circus act, but bit by bit, they were tightening their blockade around our escape routes.

Right after the Archive's defense system activated, the battle lines that had clamped shut without a moment to react became slightly loosened. We'd managed to widen the Albatross's operational area, but the big ship still couldn't evade well, no matter the room.

We returned fire with combat drones and upgraded turrets, but it wasn't enough. Only a military special operations vessel could have survived this long—an ordinary ship would never have lasted.

'If only Roxy were here...!'

Where was he, and what was he doing? Even now, things had deteriorated to this point but he hadn't shown up. Still, I knew he was alive. I was monitoring his biosigns constantly, expecting that his presence would be a breakthrough, and the steady signals confirmed his survival.

He seemed stable, not tortured or forcibly imprisoned. Whatever he was up to, I hoped he'd hurry and join us.

We desperately needed his piloting skills right now. I believed that only with his chaos in the field could the Albatross and Griffin find an escape route.

'Can we hold out?'

I couldn't even calculate if the force gathered here in the Archive could withstand the towering wave of mutants about to crash in.

Carry, the Beta Series, the newly reinforced multi-legged tanks, and all the other deployable sentry guns we hadn't yet called in—even if we used them all, we might be able to hold.

Requesting support wasn't the problem. The problem was what came after. The area surrounding the Archive was covered in red spark due to energy released by special crystals buried underground.

Until that issue was resolved, reinforcements couldn't be called in. If they arrived, they'd be destroyed without a chance to be useful.

Even then, it didn't guarantee our advantage. The red spark field was actually blocking more pureblood supremacist reinforcements from reaching us.

No environment favored just us. The hazards applied universally, so the environment itself became our biggest obstacle.

Just as anxiety reached its peak, a shout forcibly snapped my mind back to focus.

"The enemy flagship is moving!"

"Suppress it!"

"Suppression impossible! It's surrounded by an energy field—our attacks are all being blocked!"

"......!"

Celestia, who had been giving orders, whipped her head around. In her view was the massive flagship, presumed to be the enemy's, starting to move with its blood-red, weighty hull lifting off.

Like red static on the screen, a crimson field enveloped the pureblood supremacists' ship as it advanced. We tried to halt its progress with hastily cooled plasma turrets firing lances of light, but the attacks didn't penetrate the energy field.

The underside of the ship began to part. Was the cargo hold specially modified? Countless containers, almost impossible to count, hung there like a fish carrying eggs.

I zoomed in as far as possible. Biotic tissue writhed over the containers, and through buckled doors, I could see creep dripping down. It was, as expected, a horde of mutants packed into containers.

"...... They've scraped up every monster on Titan. Insane bastards...."

Along with someone's muttered curse, an incoming communications request appeared from the flagship. An engineer from Myosotis asked cautiously.

"... Should we answer?"

"No, we don't need to. Whatever they have to say is obvious."

Whatever they said, it wouldn't change this standoff. Most likely it'd just be mockery in the form of surrender demands. There was no benefit to hearing them out, nor any reason to do so.

Nobody doubted now: this wouldn't end until one side was destroyed. So we refused the communications request.

But the pureblood supremacists weren't giving up. When we didn't connect, they changed tactics. Almost at the same time, an unfamiliar voice was captured by the external camera.

— Behold! The heretics cornered like rats!

This wasn't a coded channel, but a broadcast from the ship itself—anyone could hear it. It was practically propaganda.

— Your era is over. Cease your resistance. A new age has dawned! We will be the masters of it, and you will be crushed underfoot, allowed only the mercy of becoming fertilizer!

"A new wave of assault containers launched! Mutants are attempting to breach the Archive...!"

As if they could restrain themselves no longer, all kinds of mutants tore through the containers and showed themselves. Thick steel sheets were ripped apart like paper and sent flying.

The mutants broke through the barrage and finally entered the Archive. Once they succeeded, nothing could stop them.

The Archive's sectors were already open. Waves of merciless destruction began to sweep the corridors.

The seal creatures that had wiped out the advance party cast aside the corpses of intruders and now turned their hostility on the newly arrived mutant invaders. Soon, the two forces collided.

It was different from before. The advance party had been destroyed almost effortlessly, but mutants rapidly adapted to the new environment, holding their own against the seal creatures.

A mimic-infected power loader crushed everything it could grab as it led the charge, a massively upper-bodied Dreadnought tore a Warden apart by force, and mutated Cramper soldiers equipped with accelerators rampaged throughout.

Ghouls gathered scattered corpses on the ground, spreading creep as they went. The devastated advance party was becoming food for the mutants.

'They were just pawns to be thrown away. There was never any expectation of their success.'

If they succeeded, great. If not, then at least there would be nourishment for the main force—they had clearly thought so from the outset.

— Do you hope for a miracle? Do you think someone will come help you if you just keep holding out? Absurd. False hope. You'll never get out of here. Not a single one of you.

「 Main system control: 91%. 」

— The only thing left in the Archive is rot in the records. There are plenty of oddities here, but they're no obstacle. We can erase them all!

「 Main system control: 93%. 」

"Just a little more...!"

Those in the central control room didn't take their eyes off the main monitor—not from the sight of mutants smashing their way through entire sectors, but from the progress bar.

「 Main system control: 97%. 98%. 99%...100% 」

"...... Main system fully captured."

The previously frantic look in Licorice's eyes disappeared; she focused on a single point. Floating in the air, the hologram display read: ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL.

Celestia immediately shouted,

"Surf for the deactivation code! Hurry!"

"Working! Estimated time: seven seconds!"

"Five seconds, three...! Code acquired! Licorice!"

"... Damn it. I'll really drop dead at this rate. But I'll see it through to the end!"

Licorice injected one more stimulant and began inputting the deactivation code—the critical key for escaping Titan. The seal program had its security, but with administrator authority from the Archive, she bypassed them all.

In the command center, a hologram of Titan floated up, its surface caged like a prison but slowly turning from red to teal. The seal was being released.

At last, the satellite blockade was entirely deactivated. The now completely teal Titan signaled the change.

We immediately anticipated something new. Contact, support, some change in the situation—anything.

But instead, there was only silence. Had something gone wrong? Had the Myosotis fleet, which we believed would surely be there, truly never existed? All sorts of negative scenarios flashed through my mind. A terribly painful silence stretched on.

Just as Celestia bit her lip to the point of bleeding, and no one dared to move out of anxiety, a single transmission came through.

— This is the Myosotis orbital fleet. Satellite blockade deactivation confirmed. Optical camouflage disabled, bombardment system at maximum, commencing support from this moment.

— Brace for impact.

Immediately, blue beams of light began to rain down from the open sky.

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