BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 873: Lucius rescue operation (2)

Becker, Richard, and Caiden arrived in front of a door. That was their immediate goal, the commanding room.

“This is going to be hard.”

“Why?” Caiden asked.

“I bet the guys inside won’t be weak.”

“So what? We will paralyze them and it will be easy.”

Becker was uneasy; everything had gone too smoothly for his liking, and he sensed that this usually preceded something significant.

What added to the oddity was the absence of any blackguards in the building, where they were expected to be.

Caiden unleashed his paralyzing mist, a delicate, nearly imperceptible haze that drifted through the crevices around the door, silently infiltrating the room beyond.

As the mist spread, it clung to the floor like a living entity, covering every inch of the surface in a blanket.

Inside the command room, unsuspecting guards and officers noticed the intrusion.

At first, there were confused glances exchanged as a strange, almost imperceptible scent filled the air. Then, the coughing started.

It was soft at first, a few sporadic hacks from around the room, but it escalated into a chorus of desperate coughs as the mist took hold.

They didn’t even have time to react; the mist was simply that effective.

Men and women in uniforms clutched at their throats, their faces contorting in discomfort and panic as they struggled to draw breath.

Some of them started convulsing, their bodies wracked with uncontrollable spasms as the paralyzing agent took effect, rendering them helpless on the floor.

Amidst the chaos, a lone figure stood less affected.

A Blackguard, easily recognizable by his distinctive armor, also coughed and wheezed but maintained his composure. Unlike the others, he wasn’t paralyzed, not completely at least.

His training, or perhaps some innate ability to circle mana through his body, allowed him to fight through the effects of the mist, albeit with visible effort.

While he, too, felt the mist’s assault, he was the only one in the room who remained on his feet.

Despite his resilience, it was clear he was not immune, just better at resisting the mist’s paralyzing effects than his comrades.

His gaze swept across the room, taking in the scene of disorder, his mind racing to find a way to counteract the situation before it was too late.

But indeed it was. The command room’s door opened, and three people rushed in. The man recognized one.

“A-arm…and B-beck…er!”

The effort it took to speak those words seemed almost as strenuous as the physical exertion itself for the Blackguard.

The blackguard lunged towards Becker, his movements still swift, despite the partial paralysis, but hard to make.

Becker didn’t stay idle. A weapon materialized from the ether, initially appearing as nothing more than a wisp of air.

Yet it swiftly underwent a transformation, progressing through various stages. From a gaseous form, it condensed into liquid, then thickened into a gel-like substance before solidifying into a solid and terrifyingly sharp state.

The last form was a weapon of pure condensed air, tangible and lethal in Becker’s skilled and deadly hands.

Enveloping the weapon was a miniature tempest, a spectacle of swirling air currents that crackled with contained power.

It was as if Becker had harnessed the fury of a storm, wrapping it around his weapon to augment its lethality.

The Blackguard attacked by releasing a bolt of lightning. This mother fucker wasn’t a random guy.

<Fuck. > The bolt got captured by Becker’s sword’s air current, and started circling inside of it as if it had been captured by a washing machine.

The Blackguard, wielding his heavy sword, moved with a certain desperation, each swing carrying the weight of his murderous will, but also the weight of Caiden’s paralyzing mist. The sword sliced through the air, aiming to overpower Becker with brute force.

However, the ex general, with his air-solidified weapon, met each of the Blackguard’s attacks with precise parries.

The clash of their weapons produced a sharp, metallic ring that echoed through the room. Becker remained composed.

The Blackguard’s attacks, though heavy, betrayed a hint of exhaustion.

His swings slackened and became less precise as the battle wore on.

This allowed Becker to anticipate and counter better the opponent, though he remained vigilant, knowing that even a single slip could turn the tide despite the man’s state. He was a blackguard, after all.

Sparks flew as their weapons collided, illuminating their faces with each strike. Becker’s eyes were focused, calculating, always looking for an opening, while the Blackguard’s expression was one of fierce determination.

Though Becker wasn’t alone. Richard dashed to the side and released a devastating blow with his war hammer on the man’s side.

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The Blackguards tried to parry it with his sword, but the blow was too crushing.

He got sent flying, but that’s when the last of the trio acted.

Before the man could even react, or land on the solid ground, Caiden plunged his sword into

his chest.

Blood seeped out of the wound like a fountain, and the color got drained from the Blackguard’s face.

Of course, they couldn’t tell, since the man, like any other Blackguard, was masked. Though he fell, and soon after, all the others did too. Not only they conquered the room, but they also did something important.

This was the center of the prison, the place from which the guards were coordinated.

It was clear there were other blackguards here, and that if they got found out, reinforcements would soon arrive to the prison, but at least communications were going to be hindered.

No more than ten minutes passed since they entered the prison, and they already got that far. Now, the most time-consuming task was going to take place.

Searching for the documents saying where Lucius Romano, their friend, was held prisoner.

The group opened drawers left and right. In the end, they found what they were searching for.

“Last floor, east wing, cell 1.”

“Are we sure?”

“No, but we have to trust Noah and his information network.”

Becker sighed. “Let’s go.”