Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 624: Chapter 358: Heart of Stone_4

Everything was going so smoothly that Matins even felt there was no need to arrange for Mrs. Georgette to lead an additional squad as a backup.

The frontal attack was about to break through, and the Demon Engine was within reach.

Once it fell within their firing range, a barrage of firepower from the three Titans with their heavy cannons would be enough to cripple it, and two more rounds would render it beyond repair.

The Void Shield Generator couldn’t conjure a shield to protect itself, and under normal circumstances, there was no need to.

In fact, they had now arrived.

It was a closed space, surrounded by walls of flesh. But inside, a continual stream of monsters kept spilling out as if squeezed from the flesh itself.

The demons they had previously routed were also regrouping in this place.

These chaotic creatures were certainly not the type to maintain order. A demon army would always experience similar situations, scattering while being attacked, with some fleeing and others mindlessly rushing into combat.

To organize them required the presence of an individual with sufficient strength.

Now, it seemed such an individual was present.

Matins saw a monster about two and a half meters tall, oozing pus, shouting something. The surrounding demons clearly feared it and dared not disobey its orders. The monsters that emerged from the flesh walls behind it were without question all following its commands.

It was a leader.

Having made this judgment, Matins sprung into action.

He raised his left arm, and the heavy explosive round minigun unleashed a metal storm at the head monster.

At the same time, his command reached several Knight Mechas. Their cannon fire, along with Matins’s gunfire, covered the area.

The three Warhound Titans continued to advance as planned, with one casually firing a meltagun shot at that spot.

This was a deluge of overwhelming firepower, nothing should be able… Huh?

Amidst the carnage, a yellow-green figure dashed out at high speed.

It was that very monster.

And now, in its hand, it held a rust-covered greatsword.

Matins immediately sensed trouble.

He realized what it was—a Chaotic Vanguard!

A powerful demon evolved through the immense grace of the Evil God. It was said that one more level of growth would transform it into a Great Demon—a Plague Great Demon, the embodiment of filth.

This grade of monster had one prominent feature: distortion of laws.

In places dominated by Subspace forces, powerful demons like this had a special ability. Under its will, physics, science, and even sanity and thought, would be twisted.

It would ignore the force of technology, the damage of physics. Bullets, artillery fire, while not entirely useless, would see their damage significantly reduced.

Only two things could truly deal a fatal blow to it.

The first was Spiritual Energy.

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The second was willpower.

And the embodiment of that was melee combat. With swords and heavy punches charged with the warrior’s fiery will, defeating it could kill it.

Otherwise, it would become a terrifying killing machine, unstoppable by anyone.

The Warhound Titan closest to it didn’t understand this.

The secondary cannon on its arm fired fiercely at the little monster daring to charge at it, instantly tearing the air with a metal storm.

However, the Chaotic Vanguard’s stride only paused briefly. The large-caliber autocannon, which should have blown a creature of its size to smithereens, felt like tickling, not to mention most of the ammunition was deflected by some strange force, missing the target entirely.

Meanwhile, the Plague Vanguard had already reached the feet of the Titan.

The Warhound Titan’s energy shield flickered slightly before letting the Vanguard through.

The controllers of the Warhound Titan were feeling the ominous signs. The massive war machine bent down, sweeping with a heavy punch, but the Plague Vanguard dodged it.

Next, its greatsword chopped fiercely onto the Titan’s ankle.

With Matins’s sight, he clearly and distinctly saw the steel at the Titan’s ankle, which should have been incredibly tough, quickly develop rust as if it had endured countless years of decay, becoming brittle and weak, and then the greatsword cleaved through it.

The towering Titan tilted and crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound.

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