Chapter 62: Asymmetrical Battle (Extra Chapter)

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Above the city of Star Vault, the tide of battle suddenly shifted.

The fall of several armed mechs sounded like a warning bell, awakening the defensive instincts of the remaining machines.

Following Lu Hongfeng’s command, the surviving mechs swiftly activated their energy shields.

Now, each was enveloped in shimmering, iridescent bubbles, radiating with brilliance.

Previously, underestimating their opponents after firepower assessments, they had left their defenses down. But now, with the unexpected appearance of several Star Vault natives possessing supernatural abilities, all mechs revealed their true combat forms.

Energy cannons extended from their arms, and the pilots began scanning for agile figures darting through the skies.

The Six Divine Attendants moved like birds, weaving through the clouds at astonishing speed, deftly evading the mechs’ targeting.

Yet once the mechs interconnected their systems and initiated complex calculations, they instantly constructed a web of firepower, covering the six with intersecting streams of energy.

The attendants, bereft of technological assistance, relied solely on instinct and experience, performing breathtaking aerial maneuvers and seizing rare opportunities to retaliate.

Energy beams crisscrossed the heavens, dazzling and deadly, like fiery blossoms from the depths of hell.

The aftermath of battle occasionally touched the earth below; a mountain outside Star Vault City collapsed under a stray energy blast, striking terror into the hearts of the people.

They feared this sudden catastrophe, dreading the chance misfortune from above.

Just as the citizens of Star Vault prepared to flee, a transparent shield spread from the Central Temple, gently enclosing the entire city.

Witnessing this, their terror melted away, and they turned to the Central Temple as if finding a pillar to lean upon.

“It’s the power of the High Priest!”

“The High Priest is protecting us!”

“Father Star bless us! Thank you, High Priest!”

Under Shen Xing’s protection, the masses knelt reverently toward the temple, offering thanks for the High Priest’s shelter.

Unlike the harmony within Star Vault, above the clouds a breathtaking aerial battle unfolded.

Qu Shi Xin, wielding the divine art of lightning, clashed fiercely with the mechs’ web of firepower.

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Each thunderous strike was a precise blow against the mechs.

Under the relentless assault of lightning, their shields gradually dimmed, like stars fading in the night.

Lin Luan discerned the coordination among the mechs, so she invoked her perception divine art, transforming everything around her into a god’s-eye view—her battlefield became an instant MOBA game.

With her vision enhanced, every enemy attack trajectory was clearly marked and predicted, thanks to her sensory abilities.

All this was shared by Ye Wu through his psychic divine art with the Six Attendants, while he continually tried to approach the mechs. An invisible shock would render a pilot’s mind blank, leaving the mech to operate in automatic mode, mechanical and unthinking.

Su Xiaoyi took every chance to heal the others with the divine art of time, while Ye Lian and Yang Sa used gravity arts to suppress the mechs.

With Lin Luan’s aid, they dodged the dense barrage of cannon fire, but even so, the firepower web occasionally landed a hit.

The attire and stellar constitution bestowed by Shen Xing now showed their worth. Energy blasts capable of toppling mountains struck them, and they merely grunted, their forms briefly hindered yet still standing firm.

Protected by divine power and special fabrics, only trivial physical force was transmitted to their bodies.

In orbit, the Earthlings aboard the experimental vessel watched all this unfold, lost for words.

A scientist stammered, “Are they… still human?”

They knew the energy cannons’ destructive force—even their most advanced warships bore clear scars when hit without shielding.

Yet these six, with flesh and blood, withstood such attacks.

They could fly, summon lightning, even resist bombardment—a reality beyond their understanding of biological beings, and of humanity itself.

If they were not human, what were they?

It all seemed to transcend the realm of scientific explanation.

While they reeled in shock, two more mechs ran out of energy.

Their shields shattered, and under the barrage of lightning, they plummeted to the earth.

The six, small but extraordinarily agile, found it easier to dodge the mechs’ fire in aerial combat.

The massive bodies of the armed mechs became their fatal weakness.

The battle raged on; one by one, the mechs were destroyed and fell to the ground.

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Major General Lu Hongfeng’s expression grew darker, yet as commander he forced himself to remain calm and analyze the situation.

“Ascend higher, widen the distance, exhaust them with energy cannons.”

He issued new orders, hoping to shift the unfavorable tide.

Though the scientists aboard the experimental ship had already confirmed via instruments that the Star Vault natives had bodies composed like Earthlings—classic carbon-based flesh—these people displayed abilities far beyond the imaginable.

Lu Hongfeng believed that, even if their bodies exceeded ordinary limits, there must be a boundary to their endurance.

The thin air at high altitude was perhaps an advantage for the mechs; not only could they maneuver more flexibly, but they could also spread their firepower more broadly.

Following his command, the mechs ascended, and the Six Divine Attendants pursued, taking the battle to loftier heights.

Lu Hongfeng’s prediction was partly fulfilled.

At high altitude, the attendants’ movements were indeed less nimble than at lower levels.

Yet, even with this shift in speed, the mechs failed to gain the upper hand.

Their cannons struck the targets repeatedly, but could not harm the six in the slightest.

Conversely, each time the attendants’ lightning and invisible force struck, the mechs’ shields dimmed further, until they ultimately collapsed.

The balance of battle tilted inexorably; the asymmetry in strength saw mech after mech fall, while the Six Attendants remained full of energy, showing no sign of fatigue.

Lu Hongfeng’s face grew ever darker, like storm clouds gathering before a tempest.

When another mech exploded midair, blooming into a brilliant firework,

A scientist aboard the experimental vessel suddenly recalled a passage from Star Vault’s historical texts.

“Could it be… divine arts they’re using?”

At these words, the faces of all the scientists aboard changed, even Albert was jolted from the tension of battle.

They all seemed to have forgotten this crucial possibility.