Chapter 270 ·Turning Point (33)

Turning 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(33)

Gooooo—

An ominous force began to gather in the jaws of the massive mutant. There was no need for intuition— I could see the flow of energy with my own eyes.

This wasn't my first time witnessing the phenomenon of massive ambient energy focusing into a single point. It was easy to predict the gathered energy mass would be fired in a straight line, and that this time would be no different.

Rather than calling it a "breath," the word commonly used for such attacks, "energy cannon" seemed a more fitting description. I could not take lightly the destructive force generated as the compressed strength was released.

It was only natural that our faces turned pale. Celestia pounded frantically on the driver's seat as she shouted. Her hands were shaking from urgency.

"Eric, step on it! As much as you can!"

"I'm already doing that!"

"Go even faster—!"

"I'm already dooooing it—!"

The armored car sped across the ground. Breaking through rough terrain in a ground vehicle meant the shaking wasn't merely rattling, but thunderous and jarring. I seriously worried the wheels might burst at this rate.

Kiiiiing—

A sharp ringing grazed my ears. I was pulling a securing wire from Licorice's suit to hook onto the safety handle, when a chill ran down my back and I clenched my fist.

'... It's coming.'

The violent release of swirling energy. The armored car's defenses would be a joke— a mere graze would split it in half.

"Turn now! Right now!"

"If we turn here, we'll fall off the cliff!"

"But we have to turn! You don't want to vanish without a trace, do you?!"

"Son of a...! Fine!"

Checking the rearview mirror, Eric swore loudly when he saw the energy currents roaring out like a solar flare, and spun the wheel hard.

Unable to handle the sudden rotation, the vehicle's momentum clashed with the shift in direction. The wheels left the ground, skidding and sometimes even lifted into the air.

No— a moment later, we were fully airborne. The armored car, which had been speeding along what passed for a rough ridgeline, had now, at my instruction, become the protagonist of a scene straight out of a cliff-dive.

For a split second, a wide-open view flashed before our eyes. Vertigo struck us head-on. Time seemed to slow. The heightened sense I always felt in critical moments flared, telling me just how dangerous this instant was.

"... Hmph. Maybe I should've thought this through a bit more."

I muttered unconsciously. The drop was just too high.

The hover bike maintained reasonable balance thanks to its levitation units, and the power loader made do with attitude control thrusters and a booster backpack. The armored car, though, had nothing of the sort.

Its passenger bay was at maximum capacity, and the heavy metal mass, instead of soaring gracefully, started to tumble headfirst.

Yet with the ground dropping away, it felt almost as if we were floating in midair. The sensation of weightlessness tickled my stomach.

"What's the point of saying that now?!"

"Just hold the steering wheel steady! I'll handle the rest—"

I hadn't finished saying, "I'll try controlling it with telekinesis."

Just before we hit the ground, I had to use telekinesis to forcibly lift the car's front end.

We couldn't all die because I mistimed my words. Not so meaninglessly like this. Creak— the armor buckled, but it didn't rip apart.

Balancing the pressure held the chassis together, until the rear wheels finally hit the ground first.

Jolt! Crunch!

All inside but Licorice and I slammed their heads into the ceiling. The armored car's wheels kept turning, but it was impossible to call this "driving"— we were sliding down the cliff much faster than the wheels could spin.

The chassis bounced as if it were a skipping stone over water. The impact dealt to the heavy structure clearly affected the internal frame, for the cliff started to crack and collapse with a grinding roar.

An avalanche of ice, worse than a snow avalanche, roared down. White foam-like snowdrifts chased after us along with huge chunks of ice.

For now, the armored car still slid faster than the pursuing avalanche, but it was only a matter of time. There was no way to stop it.

All we could do was race down faster so we wouldn't be caught. Dodging sideways at the last second was out of the question at this range.

- Hyun-woo, are you okay?!

Nadia called over the comms. Her power loader was skating down the steep cliff on a sheet of broken ice, more stable even than a hover bike's levitation unit.

'So that's possible with a properly utilized bio-circuit, huh?'

Admiring her for just a moment, I was interrupted as the massive mutant—the Chimera—unleashed its concentrated energy, never losing its aim on us, cliff dive or not.

Kwaaaaa—!

A blast of violence shot dead straight through Mithrim Montes' ridges, targeting the armored car beyond.

Portions of the mountains simply evaporated, and crystal-heavy deposits exploded from the energy clash. Shards of ice rained down, mercilessly battering the armored car's surface.

Because of that, I couldn't respond to Nadia. Not that I was okay in the first place. The energy beam wasn't a single blast, but a stretching, sustained stream. The persistent, unbroken power rapidly closed the distance, intent on erasing us.

In my haste, I tried collecting the flying debris to deflect the cannon's aim, but nothing ordinary would make a difference.

"Eric!"

"If I go any harder, the car will break!"

Celestia, knowing it was useless, still cried out at Eric, who clung to the wheel with forced calm.

- I'll try blocking it!

The power loader kicked off its board and turned. Its loaded grenade cannon fired almost simultaneously. Bang! The tremendous blast consumed all other noise.

A special explosive shell—made by pulverizing refined Blue Crystal—clashed with the energy cannon, if only for a moment.

Amidst the blinding explosion, I saw it: the shell hit the ridge—or rather, struck a buried crystal within. As that crystal shattered, a chain-reaction counterblast followed.

The Chimera's energy cannon was stopped by that backlash and couldn't advance further. Even straining for the last ounce of power, it failed to reach us. The thick energy line thinned, becoming dotted as it ran out of power.

The incident wasn't over, but we were alive, and sighs of relief broke out everywhere. My heart thudded heavily throughout my body.

I kept my telekinetic grip to keep the shaking armored car from flipping over.

"Don't relax just yet. We dodged it only once. We're still far from the border."

"Hyun-woo's right. That monster, that is—"

"Chimera. Its name flashed up briefly when it first appeared."

I shared the giant mutant's name. Just like with the bud-type creatures, this mutant also had a name bestowed upon it. Although in rough, almost angry script rather than the neat letters previously seen.

"Hurry up on the Chimera's analysis. How much have you got so far?"

"We've just finished structure analysis!"

The Myosotis engineer reported. The enormous mutant emitted a very similar signature to a Maker, but it was not a Maker. However, new biological tissue had clearly grown from its remains.

"Scan shows it's a multi-organic fusion. Not only Maker tissue, but other bud-type organisms are combined in there. Tissues matching the samples our team collected make up the Chimera."

"So the pureblood supremacists used the ones we fought so far to create that thing?"

"That seems— Ugh! Y-yes, that's correct!"

The engineer, interrupted when the car jolted over an outcropping, concluded that the absorbed abilities could likely be used by the Chimera.

"Of course, the powers probably aren't as strong as the originals. We saw to it that the most important samples were unrecoverable, or at least their condition was terrible. They likely used regular mutants to fill in the gaps."

Most of the Maker's bio-tissue was vaporized by nuclear reaction. Blue-Eye's core was destroyed in my hands, and its exoskeleton we stripped away.

It wasn't as powerful as the originals— that made sense. Chimera was massive, but not as hefty as a Maker, nor as tough as Blue-Eye. The machine parts wedged between mutated tissues gave it a highly unstable, incomplete look.

Still, our situation hadn't improved. I couldn't think of a way to beat it right now.

- Diiiie!

The power loader fired its now-reloaded cannon. The shell whistled through the air and struck the Chimera, which had just finished cooling down from its earlier attack.

Bang!

A clear hit. Or so I thought, until the dust slowly cleared.

The Chimera was unscathed. It looked unrattled, as if nothing had happened. It hadn't dodged at all. The firepower should have been enough.

The air shimmered. The red sparks running over the ground made a crackling noise. An opaque barrier enveloped the Chimera.

"... Shielding generator."

I could tell the barrier covering Chimera resembled that of the residential area. I distinctly remembered slicing its "neck" before it could bloom, and destroying the generator device for such powers, yet the pureblood supremacists had somehow recovered even that.

'Those bastards finally...'

I gritted my teeth and glared at the Chimera. As I watched it, it stared back. I couldn't tell where its eyes were, but I felt its gaze— full of murderous intent.

I felt the gaze of every mutant I had ever faced. This wasn't just the hostility of an enemy. It was an overwhelming, revolting surge of emotion from creatures that had died once before.

I couldn't help but sneer.

"... Hah. So you still remember."

"What?"

"Celly, you'd better hold on to something tight from here. That thing's really pissed off now. It's not going to stop at some shaking and rattling."

Celly nodded frantically. I hadn't been joking. The attack it just showed was a mere sample, a demonstration that it was still alive and kicking.

As proof, the Chimera, now cooled down, was already bulldozing through ridgeline after ridgeline, closing the distance with us. Whether the ground was solid or not, its massive frame simply smashed through— just like a Maker.

Maybe stirred by the oncoming presence of the giant mutant tearing up Mithrim Montes, a call came in from the soldiers riding a hover bike.

- ... We'll try to draw its attention. If we distract it up close, we may be able to guide its movements temporarily.

I couldn't see their faces through their helmets, but from their voices, I could feel just how tense and determined they were.

"No. It won't work."

- ......!

"I'm not dismissing you. There's no reason to. I'm just stating the facts. Even if it's targeting all of us, its main priority is me. So if someone needs to draw its attention, it has to be me— it won't react otherwise."

"N-no, you can't!"

Celly clung to me, more pale now than when the avalanche hit. I reassured her and continued.

"Regrettably, I have no intention of dying. That goes for all of us. Don't even think about sacrifice. Coming all this way just to die meaninglessly would be too unfair."

- .......

"Just hold out. Hang in there as best you can. There's still a way."

- ... Understood.

The hover bike, which seemed about to peel off, straightened out again. I still couldn't think of any way to break through the situation, but for now, we focused on evasion.

Kwagagaga—

The Chimera approached, causing another ice avalanche. But that wasn't the only threat. There was another primary enemy: the pureblood supremacist fleet, held back by the Myosotis fleet, which now seemed to be resuming activity.

Bad news soon followed.

- Bombardment system overloaded! Celestia, we'll need time to cool the system!

"How long?!"

- At least 3 minutes! Any less and the weapons will be totally unusable!

"How are we supposed to last three minutes in this situation?!"

Celestia bit her lip. She glanced back, seeing only raging waves of ice and snow, but I knew: the pureblood supremacist fleet was moving forward.

......thud ......thud

Heavy launching noises. We'd heard them before, when the fleet bombarded the Archive with cargo.

Screeeee—

Bang—!

An assault container shot past us and dropped nearby. No— it spilled out monsters from inside. The mutants inside flung themselves out, unbothered by the impact.

Catching a flying armored car should have been impossible, but mutants defied all reason. Most bounced off and fell aside, but some succeeded in clinging on.

Kiaaaaaak—!

At the door of the armored car—a ghoul shoved its hand into a gap, baring savage teeth as it started to pry the door open with mutant strength. Whatever the supremacists had done, this wasn't just a regular ghoul. It'd undergone a secondary mutation.

"Son of a...!"

"Stop it! Stop them!"

The door, barely holding, began to warp under the force, the gap widening. Celestia brought the Linear Rifle to bear in the split.

"Get lost, you bastard!"

The moment she pulled the trigger, the ghoul's head—struggling to force its way in—was blown right off. It wasn't a core destruction, so not entirely dead, but it wouldn't be following us any longer.

Indeed, it tumbled away, bouncing on the ground before vanishing, swallowed by the avalanche.

A soldier in the transport compartment popped the hatch and activated the auxiliary weapons mounted on the armored car, blasting away at the mutants trying to board.

Nevertheless, the situation kept getting worse. The rain of assault containers cutting off our path showed no sign of lessening, and the number of mutants multiplied accordingly.

And with the Chimera now in close pursuit, we'd passed any reasonable line of defense long ago.

Dodging so many threats put incredible strain on the vehicle. Its durability dropped sharply with every passing moment. The fact that the wheels still held felt like a miracle.

'If I reinforce the armored car with a force field, it could last longer, but the energy cost would destroy me...'

Of course, involving anything beyond myself widened the usage area, meaning I could fail to act when it truly mattered.

'Still...!'

If we couldn't hold out now, what point was there in saving strength for later? As I wrestled with the thought, a shout came from the engineer.

"New high-energy reaction! Approaching straight toward us!"

"Again?!"

What now? I cursed inwardly—just as the assault containers aiming to block our escape began exploding. It wasn't outside attack, but internal detonation.

Not all of them, but enough to be noticeable. The rest were sliced by a blue line that ripped through the air, disabling them.

The blue line didn't stop at the containers, but scraped the ships behind as well. The distance was too far for any to crash, but the attack was clearly a warning.

"......!"

It wasn't targeting us. The attack was aimed exclusively at the pureblood supremacists. I instantly sensed our long-awaited reinforcements had arrived, and I didn't even have to guess who.

"Unbelievable, Roxy—!"

- Sorry, sorry! Friend, I'm a little late, aren't I?

A streak of light rushed toward us from afar.

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