Chapter 661.5: "Rogue" Yaya
With the plan settled, Heges ran to the central command building.
He opened the steel doors, passed three rounds of magical verification and spell scans, and entered the main control room.
He glanced at the battle map, noting the clusters of red dots.
He then gathered the recent supply hauls and stored them all in spatial containers.
Just as he reached for the final self-destruct control, he heard cheers from his comrades:
"Lady Yaya!!"
Stunned, Heges quickly opened the holographic feed and saw a massive figure diving from the sky.
An overwhelming surge of emotion burst from his chest:
"Victory to Bay Territory!!"
"Victory to Bay Territory!!"
The soldiers at the outpost shouted with passion and excitement.
Blackshell, mid-retreat, looked up at the sky in awe. His eyes lit up with shock and joy as he muttered:
"Haha! I've earned my merit. This feels so damn good."
Blackshell was so thrilled because the wyverns of Bay Territory had long been eyeing the rewards offered by the territory.
Amass 50,000 merit points and earn a drop of true dragon Yaya's blood.
Reach 100,000 merit, and receive the blessing of a dragonblood baptism.
To most wyverns, it was an irresistible offer.
The former would drastically boost their bloodline potential, granting longer lifespans and greater combat power.
The latter could change their fate entirely.
It was the first step toward the difficult road of becoming a true dragon.
No matter how hard that road was, they would walk it without hesitation.
It was their great journey to defy fate and blaze a new path.
With all eyes on her, Yaya dove straight toward the Catachan Demon besieging the outposts.
Sitting beside Yaya's ear, Orianna flipped through the experimental version of the mana intensity scanner, quickly recording and analyzing the massive creature:
Legendary - Catachan Demon - Evilfang.
Race: Demonized Mutated Creature.
Challenge Level: 25+ (Commander).
Threat Level: Extremely High.
Size: Extra Large, 20 meters long.
Weight: 17.82 tons.
Abilities:
Attack Power: Extremely High.
Defense: Extremely High, Heavy Armor Type.
Mobility: High.
Camouflage: Moderate.
Talents:
Legendary Feat - Annihilation Blades LV1.
Attack +45, Armor Penetration +8, Shatter +4, Destruction +1.
These finely structured, tightly compressed demonic blades possess unparalleled destructive and piercing power.
Any defense below Legendary rank cannot withstand its might and will be 100% destroyed!
Extraordinary Feat - Corrupting Toxin LV4.
Poison Damage +80.
Includes "Ongoing Corruption" effect:
Deals 10 poison damage per second to struck enemies.
This is a permission-tier toxin, cannot be dispelled or removed, requires an Attack +5 Constitution check.
Extraordinary Feat - Power Surge LV2.
Extraordinary Feat - Muscular Armor LV1.
Advanced Feat - Stealth Ambush LV3.
Advanced Feat - Situational Awareness LV2.
......
Attributes:
Strength: 32
Agility: 18
Constitution: 25
Intelligence: 6
Perception: 15
Charisma: 21
Luck: -3
Evaluation: A fully mutated and evolved aberration!
"All above stats fluctuate around 10%, caution advised for specific feats and skill changes."
Orianna's eyes showed no fear, only curiosity and anticipation.
How could such a massive Legendary Catachan Demon...
Support its immense weight with a body structure resembling that of an arthropod?
The young girl believed that if she could uncover the secrets hidden within this creature's body...
It would greatly aid her research into new golem mechanical structures.
Hearing the data analysis, Yaya's mind raced. Noticing the Catachan Demon had stopped moving and was alertly raising its head, she sneered:
"This big dumb bug's actually pretty alert. Shame it can't fly!"
After extensive combat training...
Yaya had a clear understanding of her own strengths. When stats and power were roughly equal...
A flying true dragon had overwhelming battlefield superiority and could suppress most foes.
The Catachan Demon had great strength, but its mobility was merely average.
Yaya decisively adjusted her battle plan, gently flapping her wings as she descended smoothly.
She couldn't help but take a deep breath, baring her shiny, menacing fangs.
Devastating flame began to build in her chest.
Evilfang, sensing danger, let out a shrill screech and curled its massive body into a ball.
Fwoosh!
Crimson annihilation flame instantly engulfed Evilfang.
Flames roared skyward, greedily devouring everything they touched and igniting it all.
Trees turned to torches, thorns to ash, soil scorched red, and smoke crystallized into dust.
Burning pain lit up Evilfang's back, instilling it with terror.
It hurriedly rolled forward, trying to use other parts of its body to withstand the fire.
But no matter how it rolled, the flames wrapped it completely.
Several of its slender claws were burnt off; the relatively weak tail split open with deep cracks.
Writhing in agony, every second for Evilfang felt like a day of starvation. It could no longer endure being roasted in place and began to flee.
Yaya, still breathing heavily, flapped lightly to keep a height of over 30 meters, raining flames as she pursued.
Evilfang fled wildly like a headless fly, setting the Catachan jungle ablaze beneath it.
The ignited trees writhed in panic as though alive, fleeing in terror.
Nearby trees also seemed to sense their agony.
Afraid of the fire, they let out eerie wails and twisted to avoid it.
But the flame spread rapidly, like cheerful fire spirits leaping through the jungle.
In moments, a hundred-meter-wide area was ablaze.
The crazed, fleeing Legendary Catachan Demon had long lost its sense of direction, stumbling within the fire.
Yaya shook her head regretfully, extended a claw, and aimed at the demon.
Gravity Disruption!
Crushing force slammed Evilfang to the ground.
No matter how it struggled, it couldn't regain its previous speed.
Though now charred and with much of its back scales gone...
Yaya still remained cautious, not landing.
A flash of light in her hand—a short, black-gloss spear. She raised her torso, muscles flexing powerfully.
Whoosh!
The spinning spear shot forth, carrying tremendous force, targeting the sluggish Evilfang.
Just as it sensed danger and tried to roll aside...
A bolt of lightning crashed down on its head.
Crack!
The lightning surged into Evilfang through its breached armor.
The thick-skinned demon wasn't fatally injured...
It only paused briefly before recovering.
But that tiny pause...
Was all it took for the spinning spear to strike.
The triple-pronged head slipped into a joint in its armor.
Shunk!
A gush of blood exploded out. Evilfang shrieked and curled into itself.
Blood poured from the embedded spear.
Its claws flailed, trying to yank it free.
But the barbed spear twisted in muscle, slick with blood, far too slippery to remove in haste.
Evilfang howled, its blood sizzling as it hit the scorched earth.
Black smoke coiled upward with a hiss.
Yet even now, Yaya kept her distance. She readied another spear and hurled it again.
"You keep taking hits but don't fight back."
"Of course I'll keep using this move!"
Yaya's seemingly shameless tactics were a nightmare for Evilfang.
It twisted in agony, trying to dodge.
"Zap it!"
Orianna shouted, activating the lightning reserves in her magic armor, unleashing another surge.
Paralysis + Spear Throw!
A simple yet effective combo. Another wound opened on Evilfang's back.
Shrill screams echoed as it fled, ignoring the pain.
Lightning flashed again, followed by another spear.
In just two or three minutes, over a dozen spears were lodged in its back.
What terrified Evilfang most...
Was that the spears embedded in it were releasing paralyzing toxins.
Its movements slowed, and its strength drained with each drop of blood lost.
Its blood, normally corrosive to weapons, had no effect on the spears.
It writhed, refusing to give up, no matter how futile.
Behind it, Yaya remained incredibly patient.
Driving it to flee while occasionally pelting it with more spears.
Evilfang's screams echoed endlessly.
Yaya chased it like a cat toying with a mouse.
Soldiers watching from afar felt their admiration for Yaya rise yet again.
The mighty Legendary Catachan Demon was no match for Lady Yaya.
It gave the soldiers courage—and stories worth celebrating.
Heges let out a deep breath, noted the chaos among the twisted monsters, and decisively gave orders:
"Cannons, keep firing! Focus on clearing large monsters."
"Reduce fuel flow. Logistics will soon get tight."
"Continue broadcasting signals to nearby allies with updates."
"Assault teams, prepare to break out on command..."
Though everyone wanted to keep watching Yaya dominate, orders couldn't be ignored.
Fortunately, the observers had recorded it all. They'd have plenty to discuss for a long time.
Watching the demon take hit after hit, Yaya still kept a sharp eye out for any danger.
Orianna regretfully eyed the empty energy gauge, began refueling, and muttered:
"I can't support with lightning anymore."
Yaya nodded and whispered back:
"No problem. That thing's already slowed by a third. It can't dodge anymore."
As she spoke, she increased her throw rate and tightened gravity pressure.
Boom!
Another spray of blood burst from Evilfang's back.
Surrounded by agony, the massive beast descended into madness.
Its bleeding form spun around. All claws struck out as it tried to leap.
Its power was so great, it snapped several wounded claws mid-jump.
Evilfang opened its pitch-black jaws, spraying twisted green venom and lunging toward Yaya.
A savage counterattack!
Soldiers watching gasped in alarm.
But to Yaya, the strike was laughably slow.
She flapped twice, soaring 30 meters up.
She dodged the venom and claws, then hurled another spear at the airborne, exposed Evilfang.
Clearly, Yaya had every right to be "shameless" and sharp!
In truth, her attention had already shifted elsewhere.
"Aren't those guys going to make a move yet?"