Chapter 522: The Administration's First Interest Payment.
Green Ox's gaze intently scrutinized the massive war machine before him—the Titan.
It stood there silently, like an impassive fortress, awaiting orders, ready to unleash its might.
And the Mole's words, like a whisper on the night wind, continued to echo in the silent night sky.
"The Naga Queen is incompetent, and the Water City Council is a mess. They ignored the Administration's pleas and rejected its extended 'help.' Even more unforgivable, Water City even dared to detain our agents without authorization—now, it's our turn to collect interest from Water City."
Mole's voice was firm and powerful, each word hammering home with a chilling chill:
"Tynaker Ironfin, as a symbol of Water City's chaos and tyranny, his head will be the first interest the Administration will collect from Water City."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mole acted swiftly, donning the Titan's link helmet again, once again sharing the fate of the steel giant.
Puff—
Behind him, in the driver's seat, the link pipe erupted with a low roar, like a beast ready to burst, then automatically and flawlessly connected to the Mole's suit.
With the final connection complete, the mole seemed to merge with the Titan, smoothly returning to the driver's seat. The entire process was smooth and powerful.
At the same time, Green Ox felt an unprecedented surge of power within him, like the rising sun, warm and powerful.
The source of this power was the gift bestowed upon him by the celestial Lord through the ether. His heart surged with the mole's words. The celestial will, residing in the Helserem Tower in Hell's Kitchen, was watching over him.
"Okay—"
Under the moonlight, his body seemed enveloped in a subtle shimmer. Not only hot air emanated from his mouth and nose, but also a blood-colored vapor, emanating with his breath. A blood-colored aura then formed around him.
In the deep night, Green Ox's eyes gleamed dangerously, like a beast before the hunt, their gaze revealing an endless thirst for blood.
As blood-red steam swirled around his body, a powerful will surged from the depths of his heart, impelling him to reach out towards the void that held endless possibilities.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Ripples appeared in the void, and the Heavenly Arsenal answered his call.
Soon, two weapons, as if summoned from another dimension, materialized in Green Ox's hands.
A bolter, rugged and powerful in appearance, its body inlaid with intricate runes, every detail betraying its extraordinary power and lethality.
The muzzle was wide, seemingly devouring all light, foreshadowing the firepower it could unleash to rip apart its enemies.
Off to the other side, a chainsword also revealed its formidable presence.
The blade's edge was encircled by countless swirling teeth, reflecting a cold glow in the dim light.
Every serration seemed to yearn for the touch of flesh. The hilt was rugged, scarred by battle. The grip was designed for both strength and a savage beauty, revealing this weapon as both a tool of slaughter and a symbol of warrior honor.
Green Ox felt the lord's blessing coursing through him. Battle spirit surged within him, each heartbeat like a drumbeat, the adrenaline surge sharpening every sense.
His low growl echoed through the night sky:
"For the Administration!!!"
At that moment, he was like a murderous demon emerging from the depths of hell, ready to slaughter all enemies of Heaven with his bolter and chainsword.
A crisp notification and a red frame appeared in his vision. He glanced briefly, unconcerned with the contents.
[Adam's reminder: You are receiving the "Gaze of the End"—]
[Current (Crown) Elemental Corrosion: 30% (Adam will be responsible for cleaning up afterward—)]
As mortals, accepting a gift always comes at a price.
Even if the giver doesn't want to accept the so-called price.
It is precisely because the giver doesn't want to accept it that [Adam] can clean up afterward.
However, Hugh Abraham, the fourth sword-bearer of Heaven, his essence representing "the End" began to descend upon his "giver" for the first time.
Evan Rowell, the first honored person on this earth to receive this glory.
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Boom—
The entire Water City Prison was enveloped by deafening roars, accompanied by a constant tremor, as if the entire structure was crumbling under the impact of this unknown force.
Trample, trample, trample—
Every corner of the prison echoed with chaotic footsteps and tense shouts, a sense of foreboding thick in the air.
In the administrative office area, Tynak Ironfin stood before the large window, his eyes cold as steel, his face a sullen hue.
Tynak Ironfin—Overseer of the slave quarters in Nirvana Water City.
Tynak was renowned for his ruthless methods and his unwavering commitment to efficiency. Standing over two and a half meters tall, he was exceptionally large even for a naga, his body covered in dark green scales resembling armor, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
As the slave quarters' overseer, Tynak employed extremely brutal methods to suppress any form of resistance, and his name instilled fear in the hearts of all detainees.
It was this iron-fisted policy that earned Tynak immense prestige within Water City. His Ironfin Guards were among the city's most elite.
However, now, an unknown force was rampaging through his territory, causing him to feel unprecedented anger and pressure.
Tynak's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, his eyes blazing with rage.
The chaos within the prison reached his ears; every explosion and every tremor seemed to question his competence.
Under his leadership, Water City Prison had always been known for its ironclad discipline, and any resistance was swiftly and brutally suppressed.
He was a local tyrant in Water City.
Now, provoked, this local tyrant's fury boiled with murderous intent.
Tynak Ironfin felt his rage boiling like molten lava.
His face was horrible, and his manic roar filled the entire space, raging with fury.
"Who gave the Administration the courage! How dare they! How dare they be so brazen!
This is the borderland, the place protected by the Golden Court and the Golden Law, the heart of the new world—"
Bang—
As he spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded frantically on the table before him. Each blow was filled with boundless rage and power, until the table finally collapsed under his violence, shattering into pieces. The fragments flew everywhere, as if bearing the price of his rage.
Boom—
In response, he was met with even more violent roars and earthquakes.
At that moment, a fierce battle was taking place outside the administrative office.
And before he could react, the guards who were supposed to be protecting him suddenly let out a shrill cry.
"Ah!!! Devil... Don't come near me, you devil from the abyss, don't come near me!!!"
"Queen, why would an apostle of the Blood God descend upon..."
The horrifying sound of the chainsaws and the abruptly halting wails made Tynak Ironfin feel like a thorn in his back.
Then, a painful wail culminated in a trembling unease.
"Ah—"
A figure shrouded in blood-red steam slashed at him with unmatched force.
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Outside the prison.
"Ah—"
Above the prison of Nirvana Water City, a chaotic battle unfolded with astonishing force, seemingly under the protection of the Blood God.
The Titan, bathed in a rain of blood, stood majestically in the center of the battlefield, like the embodiment of the power of Chaos. Behind him stood the Ironfin Guard, a hundred-man regiment bound by an oath of iron and blood.
The air was thick with the scent of metal and fear. The cries of battle and the reverberations of steel clashing merged into a hymn to the Chaos Gods.
Bang, bang, bang—
The Titan's massive blade, like a skewer of sausages, pierced through several Naga soldiers who were constantly casting water spells at him.
Puff—
Bloody blood splattered across the blade and its steel body. Then, it swung it carelessly.
Boom—
Several chilling Naga's were hurled like cannonballs. Then, a red light emanated from the Titan's metallic eyes. He wielded his weapon with the swiftness of a knife, charging into the other hundred-man regiment and unleashing a devastating slaughter.
Bang! Boom! Boom!
Every swing of the Titan's blade was a melody of destruction, and every step he took made the earth tremble.
Its eyes burned with blood-red flames, and wherever it gazed, the enemy's will collapsed and their hearts shattered.
The Ironfin Guard, once fearless elite troops in Water City, seemed so fragile before the Titans. Their weapons and proud bodies were easily broken like straw before the Titans' power.
The Titans' pilots, like "followers of the Blood God," slaughtered the soldiers of Water City.
Demons from the abyss, apostles of the end, were slaughtering the "innocent" creatures of the Borderlands.
The brave naga warriors of the Borderlands fearlessly drove the demons away!
"Ah—"
"Charge, no retreat—"
"Kill this demon!!!"
"Damn the Abyss Devil, get out of the Water City!!!"
On the battlefield, blood flowed like a river, and the warriors' screams and roars mingled, forming the highest tribute to the "Blood God."
The Titan swung its greatsword, each casual blow ending a life, its firepower unleashing a frenzy on the noisy Naga soldiers.
The war behemoth, weaving through the bloody rain, shook the battlefield with its unimaginable scale and power.
For the operator of this behemoth, controlling the Titan was both a supreme honor and an indescribable pressure.
The Mole felt the unprecedented power transmitted by the direct connection between the mech and his own nerves.
This power was so immense that a Mole experiencing it for the first time often felt an almost intoxicating excitement.
"Praise Om Messiah—"
"Praise the God of All Machines—"
In the cockpit, the Mole synchronized with the Titan's every movement through a specially designed control console. This connection allowed them to feel every subtle vibration of the Titan's body, and every roar of artillery fire resonated deep within their hearts.
[Adam]'s auxiliary systems flowed before him.
[Titan Operation Interface - System Status Monitoring]
Machine Status: Stable
Machine Soul Slot: Spark Status Stable (Administered by Adam—)
Number of casualties: 322 (continuously increasing)
Weapon systems:
Melee blades: Ready
Missile launchers: Ready (ample ammunition)
Fire coverage: Activating
Shield system: Activated (80% remaining energy)
System warnings: None
Additional information:
Environmental scan: Normal
Enemy activity: Monitoring
Ammunition inventory: Sufficient
Power core: Stable (95% remaining energy)
"Great Om Messiah, your fingers, woven with screws and springs, created a living body, breathing life into the cold metal."
Amidst the bloody storm, the mole, Rich Robert, felt an unprecedented sense of excitement and satisfaction.
The scent of blood seemed to permeate his nostrils through the image. To him, it was the most intoxicating aroma, not only the scent of victory, but also a blessing for the creations of the God of All Machines.
"Praise Om Messiah, your heart is a restless steam engine, with indestructible spokes as its skeleton, driving all things in motion."
The Titan's footsteps left deep footprints on the Ironfin Guard's lines, marks of conquest and destruction.
The blood of the Ironfin Guard soldiers dyed the battlefield a crimson, consecrating the land and becoming part of the altar of the God of All Machines.
"Praise the God of All Machines, your voice is like the harmonious melody of gears, guiding us through the darkest tunnel and towards the light."
The shouts and clamor of battle echoed in Robert's ears, but in the shrill cries, they became an uplifting melody in his heart.
He could clearly hear every clang of swords clashing, every agonized roar of the enemy; these sounds inspired him, drove him forward, and kept fighting.
These sounds were a tribute to the God of All Machines!!! The blood of these enemies was the ultimate lubricant for the Titans.
To the naga soldiers of the Ironfin Guard, the Titan's figure resembled a moving mountain, its imposing form casting a suffocating shadow over the cramped prison.
"The great demon from the abyss..."
These were the dying whispers of a soldier whose lower body had been blasted away by the barrage of fire. Then, the Titan, within arm's reach, crushed him to a pulp.
Puff—
Juice splattered everywhere.
The air was filled with the scent of death.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
Under the Titan's icy gaze, the naga soldiers felt an unprecedented fear.
"We can't defeat it..."
"Queen, please quickly protect your pitiful soldiers and drive away this demon from the abyss!"
This fear stemmed not only from the Titan's extraordinary fighting prowess, but also from the unfathomable murderous intent and fury that emanated from him.
Even the naga soldiers, veterans of countless battles, couldn't suppress the trembling within them.
A sense of powerlessness welled up within them, as if no amount of resistance could avert the fate wrought by the abyssal demon before them.
The bloody surroundings made the battle seem even more brutal.
The corpses of their comrades littered the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of rust and blood.
All this made the naga soldiers sick to their stomachs, filled with a loathing for battle and a fear of death. Some began to question why they were willing to die in this seemingly inevitable massacre.
Inside the cockpit helmet, Robert licked the corner of his mouth and gave the cowardly enemy a cold smile.
"Great Om Messiah, may our lives flow as smoothly as lubricating oil, may our actions be as precise as precision machinery. Until the trumpet of the end sounds, we will still stand loyally under your banner."
Boom!!!
Thunder crashed from the sky.
A torrential rain began to fall relentlessly.
Flames, blood, and fallen bodies.
It formed a series of moving images.
"Om Messiah, God of All Machines, may your glory endure, even to the end of the end."
With Robert's low roar, the Titan of the God of All Machines began to conclude this crushing massacre.
Poor naga, meet your end in the glory of the Mecha God.
Boom~~~
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Inside the administrative office.
Boom—
Lightning in the sky illuminated the office. Amidst the bloody storm of Nirvana Water City, a bloody duel unfolded.
"You damned monster!!!!"
Bang—
Tyrnak Ironfin awkwardly dodged the chainsword's slash while tumbling, then quickly distanced himself.
The blood on his forehead wet his eyes, and he stared forward with horror.
Blessed by the Angel of the Last Days, Evan Rowell's figure seemed even more formidable amidst the swirling blood-red steam.
The chainsword in his hand incessantly traced a path of death through the air. The shrieking sound of the saw teeth tearing through the air echoed through the blood-soaked night, like the whisper of death.
With his other hand, he firmly grasped the bolter and pulled the trigger at Tyrnak.
Bang—
The exploding bullet was like the brightest lightning in the night.
Tyrnak, with his backhand, combined his own strength to form a greatsword inlaid with deep-sea gems, splitting the bullet. Then, with a flash of cold light, the greatsword collided with the chainsword wielded by the Authority operator charging towards him.
Clang—
The two collided, sending out sparks and an explosion of energy.
Bang—
The greatsword shattered under the blood-red, Z-shaped sword energy. The arc the chainsaw sword drew through the air heralded the arrival of death, simultaneously sowing fear and despair among the enemy.
Crack—
Under the cold and precise attack of the Green Ox, Tyrnak Ironfin was defeated.
The high-ranking naga official, who had dominated the Water City slave district with one hand, now lay helplessly on the shattered ground, covered in blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.
Facing the blood-soaked Authority operator, the first recipient of the power of the End, Tyrnak's eyes trembled.
Despite his severe injuries, Tyrnak, in his final moments, uttered a vicious curse in a voice filled with pain and despair.
"Ahem~, you... you've accepted the power of the Abyss!!!
You... you~ will all die a miserable death!!!!"
Those creatures, those angels of Heaven, no, they're demons!!!
They are lawless, insane, and beyond reason. They are lunatics, these demons trampling on all living things with impunity.
They represent war, anger, and violence; their paths are filled with desire and excessive stimulation; their hearts are filled with corruption, disease, and decay; they disguise themselves with change, conspiracy, and knowledge... Heaven... the Abyss, they will drag the entire world towards its end.
I... I... I want to watch you, watch you be devoured by the backlash brought by the Abyss..."
Bang—
The Green Ox gazed down at him from above, its bolter pointed at the once-powerful enemy, white smoke billowing from the muzzle.
Though Tyrnak's words were filled with curses and malice, they sounded like the sound of a distant wind to the Green Ox's ears.
"According to the New World's rhetoric."
Green Ox looked at the dead-dog Tyrnak and said:
"This is the first interest the Administration has collected from Water City for its arrogance."