NCCnovel Chapter 1314 The Dark Demon Strikes
Chapter 1314 The Dark Demon Strikes
The dean stood in the center of the spaceship's main cabin, his hands resting on the edge of the table, a smile that was hard to decipher etched on his bruised and battered face.
"Since no one objects, then we'll do as I say from now on."
The contractors of the Paradise of Reincarnation are well aware of their own limitations.
It's fine to let them fight desperately against the enemy on the battlefield, and it's fine to let them carve out a bloody path in desperate situations.
But asking them to stand in front of a map to formulate plans, analyze the enemy's weaknesses, predict the enemy's actions, and judge the enemy's intentions is no better than just killing them.
That's the value of the dean. He's not the most capable fighter, nor the craziest, but he can find a path that everyone is willing to take among this group of lunatics.
Just as the dean began to explain the plan, a light footstep came from the direction of the restaurant.
Hina Sorasaki walked through the aisle between the dining tables and headed straight for Lin Yi.
"Teacher, we don't have enough resources."
"We have finished inventorying the supplies prepared by the park. Food and water can last for three days, but ammunition is being used up much faster than expected. At the current training intensity and patrol frequency, it will be used up in two days at most. There are still some building materials, but they are all large structural components. Without processing equipment and supporting materials, they are unusable. The estimated consumption of medical supplies is also quite high. Gauze and bandages can last for a while, but the stock of special medicines and hemostatic agents is running low."
Lin Yi frowned slightly. In order to ensure sufficient supplies for this world battle, the Paradise of Reincarnation had prepared far more supplies than usual.
Under normal circumstances, the supplies for 10,000 people are enough for 250 contractors to sustain them on the battlefield for more than a month.
The problem is that the Paradise of Reincarnation did not expect Lin Yi to be able to gather 100,000 people.
It wasn't that the Paradise of Reincarnation was unprepared, but rather that Lin Yi's situation was too unique.
One hundred thousand from the gods—this number is astronomical in any war or world.
The amount of supplies needed to sustain the daily needs of 100,000 people is 400 times that needed to sustain 250 people.
The fact that the Paradise of Reincarnation was able to prepare supplies for 10,000 people from the very beginning was already considered an over-preparation, but the difference between 10,000 and 100,000 is still too great.
Fortunately, the Reincarnation Paradise also prepared a lot of mining equipment among this batch of supplies.
The ore crusher, metal smelting furnace, precision machine tool, and some large machinery that Lin Yi couldn't name were all transferred directly from the warehouse on the workers' street, and the seals on the packaging boxes hadn't even been removed yet.
These devices were originally intended for contractors to use in extreme environments by sourcing materials locally, but most contractors are too lazy to use them because it is much easier to buy finished products directly from the Paradise of Reincarnation than to process them from scratch.
But for the students of Kivotos, these things are priceless.
As long as they have raw materials, they can use the equipment at hand to process anything they need.
Kivotos's technological level in the field of weapons manufacturing has reached a fairly high level. Those high-tech weapons that sell for a lot of money on the staff street of the Reincarnation Paradise can be manufactured one after another in their hands as long as they have the right materials.
Hina opened the folder, turned to a certain page, and handed it to Lin Yi.
The page features a hand-drawn weapon design, with neat lines, precise dimensions, and the shape and position of each part clearly depicted.
The designer's name and the date were signed in the lower right corner of the drawing; the handwriting was neat and beautiful, clearly the work of a professional.
Lin Yi looked at the design drawing. The drawing depicted a weapon he had never seen before. It had a complex and precise structure, and judging from its appearance, it should be an energy rifle.
The edge of the design drawing also had several lines of small print, which listed the expected performance parameters of the weapon and the required materials list.
“This was drawn by a student from the engineering department,” said Hina Sorasaki.
"She said that as long as there are enough materials and processing equipment, she can build the first prototype in two hours, and after it passes the test, it can be mass-produced."
Lin Yi nodded, closed the folder, and handed it back to Hina Sorasaki.
“I’ll figure out the materials. You guys get all the usable equipment up and running, and build whatever you can first.”
Hina Sorasaki took the folder, nodded, and turned to walk out of the restaurant.
The dean stood beside the dining table and witnessed the entire scene.
His eyes left Hina Sorasaki's retreating figure after she left, finally settling on the map on the wall.
The map was projected from the spaceship's projection equipment. The locations of the Five Paradises' headquarters were marked on the map with different colored dots: Reincarnation Paradise was red, Death Paradise was black, Holy Light Paradise was white, Apocalypse Paradise was blue, and Sacred Domain Paradise was gold.
Five points of light form an irregular circle, with a grayish-white area at the center, which is the fall zone of the condensed spacetime power.
The impact zone is very large, with a diameter of over fifty kilometers. The distance between its edge and the Five Forces' base camp is about thirty kilometers, which is just within the contractors' rapid mobility range.
The widow leaned back in her chair, a slender cigarette between her fingers, smoke rising from the tip and drifting above her head.
Her eyes narrowed to slits as her gaze moved back and forth across the map from left to right, like someone surveying a chessboard, calculating the gains and losses of each move.
"So we need to rob the mining equipment at Apocalypse Paradise." Widow West's voice was soft, with a nonchalant air of someone who was used to such things.
"Those miners have the best equipment in the entire Void, far superior to what's sold on the workers' street in the Paradise of Reincarnation. If you could get their equipment, you could provide supplies for 200,000 people, let alone 100,000."
The dean nodded and pointed to the location of the Apocalypse Paradise headquarters on the map.
The blue dot is very conspicuous on the map because Apocalypse Park has the most visitors, and its brightness is much higher than the other four dots.
"The Apocalypse Paradise has the largest population and the most abundant resources. A large portion of their contractors are miners, and they are much more skilled in mining and resource processing than in fighting."
The headquarters of Apocalypse Paradise is located on the east side of the Fallen Zone, less than 100 kilometers away from the headquarters of Reincarnation Paradise.
Their camp was large, densely populated, and well-fortified, but patrols were not as frequent as in Death Park.
The Nameless Saint is the face of Apocalypse Paradise at the sixth tier, and the other side will most likely be there this time as well.
Lin Yi had dealt with this person before in the battle for supremacy. He wasn't particularly difficult to deal with, but he wasn't someone to be trifled with either.
His fighting style is known for its stability; he dislikes taking risks, gambling, and doing things beyond his control.
If the mining equipment at Apocalypse Paradise were stolen, the Nameless Saints' first reaction would not be revenge, but rather to consolidate their defenses, concentrate the remaining resources, and ensure the safety of their base.
This reaction is tactically correct, but strategically it will put Apocalypse Paradise in a passive position.
If you reduce your resources, you won't be able to participate in the battle for the Fallen Zone.
If you don't participate in the battle for the Fallen Zone, the Cohesive Force of Spacetime will have nothing to do with you.
The Cohesion has nothing to do with you; your trip to this war world was a complete waste. The Dean is waiting—waiting for news from the Poison Master, waiting for the Suicide Squad's operation to begin, waiting for chaos to break out at Apocalypse Paradise.
The location of Tianqi Paradise's headquarters was carefully chosen, nestled against a low hill with open views on three sides.
There was no tall vegetation around the camp, and the nearest woods were two kilometers away. Anyone who wanted to approach the base camp would be spotted from a great distance.
The advantage of this location is that it is easier to defend, as it does not require deploying troops along a long defensive line.
The downside is that once the enemy gets close, the retreat route is very limited. Being open on three sides means there is no cover on any three sides, making you a sitting duck when you retreat.
More than a hundred contractors guarded the area around the base camp, distributed in various directions around it.
A dozen or so men were guarding the entrance to the camp, their weapons hanging on their waists or slung over their backs. Some were chatting while leaning against the railings, some were squatting on the ground smoking, and others were looking at something on their terminals.
These people were clearly displeased.
Before the war began, the Nameless Saints issued a strict order: no mining operations were to be carried out around the camp until the contractors of Apocalypse Paradise obtained enough spacetime power condensers.
The order was fine at the strategic level, but it made the contractors who made a living by mining very unhappy at the tactical level.
For them, mining is nature, instinct, something ingrained in their bones.
Making them watch the underground mines without mining them is more painful than making them kill two fewer enemies on the battlefield.
Several types of detection equipment floated above the camp, including fist-sized frisbees, palm-sized spheres, and several things that looked like small drones.
They moved slowly at low altitudes, their detection equipment emitting invisible scanning beams towards the ground, monitoring every move around the camp.
These detection devices are high-end products purchased by Tianqi Paradise from the staff street. They have a wide detection range, high sensitivity, and are not easily interfered with, making them perfect for preventing enemy infiltration.
The alarm sounded without warning from above.
A detection device the size of a fist and resembling a frisbee suddenly emitted a red beam. The beam shot out from the bottom of the frisbee, pointing straight towards a certain direction outside the camp, drawing a conspicuous red line in the darkness.
This is the highest level of alert, meaning that an enemy is approaching and has entered the warning range.
"Enemy approaching, be alert, watch out for explosives."
The nearly one hundred contractors around the spaceship immediately tensed up. Some drew their weapons, some crouched down to find cover, and some activated their defensive skills.
Others rushed out of the spaceship, their boots clanging rapidly on the gangway as they ran and put on protective gear as they went.
All eyes turned to the direction the red ray was pointing.
Half a kilometer outside the camp, a chubby guy dressed in motorcycle gear and sporting a pineapple-shaped haircut was walking slowly toward the base camp.
His hands were in his pockets, and he wore a pair of black spiked shoes. The metal spikes on the soles of his shoes left small dents in the grass.
A small metal scissor hung on his right ear, its blade reflecting a cold gleam under the light, swaying gently with the rhythm of his walk.
The only thing this outfit gives off is weirdness.
The chubby boy had a faint smile on his face.
The smile was like someone watching something interesting unfold; with each step he took, the metal ornaments on his body jingled.
"enemy."
A contractor from Apocalypse Paradise stared at the chubby boy for several seconds, his brows furrowed.
"So you just walked over here openly and honestly?"
"Could he have surrendered?" another contractor chimed in, his tone tinged with uncertainty.
He spent several years in Apocalypse Paradise, fought in several war worlds, and encountered all sorts of enemies.
Some people launch sneak attacks, some ambush, some charge head-on, and some stab you in the back, but I've never seen anyone just swagger over like this, without hiding, running, or shouting, as if they were taking a walk in their own backyard.
The nameless saint stepped out of the spaceship's hatch, stood at the top of the gangway, and looked down at the chubby boy approaching in the distance.
His gaze lingered on the chubby boy for a few seconds, then swept over the metal ornaments, paused briefly on the small pair of scissors hanging from his ear, and then looked away.
"Shoot him."
boom.
A muffled gunshot rang out in the night sky.
A female sniper lay prone behind a sandbag bunker at the edge of the camp, her finger on the trigger and the butt of her rifle against her shoulder.
The bullet shot out of the gun, tracing an invisible path in the darkness before precisely embedding itself in the chubby boy's cheek.
With a loud crack, blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere, and nearly half of the chubby boy's head was blasted apart.
The remaining half of the head still held that faint smile; the curve of the lips remained unchanged, as did the lines at the corners of the eyes. The whole person looked like a wax figure with half of its face smashed.
"Hehe." The chubby boy, with his hands still in his pockets, walked toward the headquarters of Apocalypse Paradise with that strange gait.
The camp was quiet for a moment. The contractors from Apocalypse Paradise looked at the chubby boy whose face was half blown off but who was still walking. Their expressions changed from confusion to astonishment.
When you fight an enemy, it's understandable that he might retaliate, you might run away, you might get injured, or you might die.
But if you fight an enemy and he neither fights back nor runs away, nor shouts or groans, and even walks and laughs after half of his head has been blown off, that is incomprehensible.
“This guy…” A contractor from Apocalypse Paradise subconsciously took a half step back.
He recognized what kind of behavior this was; these were definitely lunatics from the Paradise of Reincarnation, no doubt about it. Those lunatics were going crazy again.
Anyone who has been to the Paradise of Reincarnation knows that the behavior of its contractors on the battlefield cannot be deduced by common sense.
They will do things that seem irrational, adopt tactics that seem self-destructive, and use abilities that seem to inflict heavy damage on the enemy while also inflicting significant losses on themselves.
But you can't be complacent just because their behavior seems irrational, because those seemingly self-destructive tactics often deliver a fatal blow when you least expect it. (End of Chapter)