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Chapter 1196: Chaos in the Generator Room
Chapter 1196: Chaos in the Generator Room
"That's a lot of guards," one of the Chimaeric Demons said, glancing inside the generator
room.
"Maybe Mira was right, and this is a trap."
"Don't jump to conclusions," one of the other clones said. "Maybe they simply amassed security here, thinking it would provide better protection for such a critical facility."
Amber nodded. "They had probably been scared by the death of the barrier masters and placed as many defenses as they could here to protect the barrier generator."
"This is stupid," one of the clones said. "Putting all these guards in one place is risky. They've left other important areas with less protection. It would make more sense to spread out their forces evenly."
"I partially disagree," another clone said. "Think about it-these generators are their most important asset. If we destroy them, their whole defense system fails. By putting all their forces here, they've created a strong defensive position. Anyone trying to attack would face too many enemies in this small space. It's like walking into a trap."
The third Chimaeric Demon studied the room.
"What do we do?"
"We could create a diversion," one of the Chimaeric Demons said. "Draw their attention to one side while we destroy the generators from another."
"Too risky with these numbers, and the room is too small," Amber said. "They will surely overwhelm us before we make any real progress."
"What about your warping powers?" the second clone asked. "Could you teleport us inside? We can strike and flee."
"I don't think we will be able to go far even if we teleport," Amber said. "They'd spot you as soon as you appear."
"A frontal assault?" the first clone considered. "We should be able to do it..."
"It would just cause our deaths," another clone cut in.
"Yeah," Amber said. "It's too dangerous, and we need all of you alive for the remaining Vindicators."
A clone looked above. "The ventilation system might work."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Something they can't defend against." Amber understood as soon as the word 'ventilation,' was pronounced. "My birth brain crystal power."
"Indeed. It's our best option," the clone said. "Quick, lethal, and it will destroy the generators, too."
"But the gas will fill the entire room," Amber said. "They will try to get out. Those generators look sturdy. They might resist a couple of minutes, and when they see the gas is killing them, the guards will try to get out."
The third clone smiled-Erik's smile, but with a harder edge.
Amber's heart skipped a beat as she watched him smile. It was exactly like Erik's smile-the same slight curve of the lips, the same sharp look in his eyes. She had seen this expression many times before when Erik was planning something during their missions.@@@@
Seeing it on his clone's face stirred complicated emotions. This wasn't Erik, not really, and yet... the mannerisms, the tactical thinking, even the slightly predatory edge were all over him.
"We will block them."
There was a pause. "If we stay at the doors, we will be able to prevent them from surrounding us, and the number of people will stop them from directly attacking us. More than that, the corrosive gas will push them to attack each other to get out."
Screams erupted as the corrosive fog spread. Soldiers rushed for the exits, only to find the Chimaeric Demons waiting there already.
The first clone engaged a squad, trying to break through the main door. He released many starlight fireballs, which also set the fog on fire, creating a double-destroying effect.
But Amber released more, which made the area even deadlier. The lucky ones that reached the exit got kicked back. Bodies flew backward, crashing into their comrades and creating a mess.
"Keep them inside!"
The second clone faced a similar group, who were trying to escape through a side exit. They attacked with various powers-fire, lightning, projections of various types.
Most of the attacks ended up on their own comrades, and the few ones that went past them
were not fast enough to hit the Chimaeric Demon, albeit it wasn't easy even for them to avoid them in such a cramped space.
The third clone guarded the emergency exit, where the most dangerous wave formed. Elite troops charged at him while the fire and the corrosive gas burned and liquefied their bodies. The clone shifted between forms, mostly small, and avoided the attacks he could. Screams turned to gurgles as it ate through armor, flesh, and bone. The generators sparked
and sizzled as their components dissolved.
"The gas-ARGH!"
"Don't let anyone through!" A clone shouted.
More soldiers died trying to break past the Chimaeric Demons, but despite their numbers and brain crystal powers, they couldn't match the clones' raw power.
The battle was far from easy for the clones. Despite their powers and combat experience, they
got hit many times.
Energy blasts burned them, swords cut them, and powerful blows broke their bones. What saved them was their healing power-they recovered from wounds that would have killed anyone else. Of course, at the cost of their mana. Fighting so many enemies at once in narrow corridors pushed the clones to their limits.
They were fast, but not fast enough to avoid every attack. They were strong, but there were many strong people among their enemies. In the absence of Amber's powers, they would also
have been dead.
Then emergency lights flashed as critical systems began shutting down. The generators couldn't resist anymore.
The gas ate through everything-organic and inorganic alike.
The generators collapsed one by one, their metal unable to withstand the mana-powered corrosive gas. Power conduits exploded as systems failed.
Finally, the screams stopped. The last escape attempts ceased. Only the hiss of dissolving material remained.
The Chimaeric Demons held their positions until Amber gave the signal. When she warped down to join them, the generator room had become a scene from hell-dissolved bodies,
melted equipment, destruction absolute and complete.
"It's done," she said.
The clones nodded, their expressions grim.
In the distance, more explosions sounded from the hangar. Whatever was happening where
Erik was, they had done their part.
The generators that powered the Law Gate's defenses were destroyed. The Chimaeric Demons were going to take care of the rest, but the Vindicators were still around.