Twin Cities: Who says scientists can't be conquerors?

Chapter 21 The Scorching Battlefield

When Gustav saw the punch coming straight at him, he felt as if he were hallucinating, and he was seeing that scene from nine years ago again:

At that time, he stood in the passageway of the abandoned factory, full of confidence that he would subdue the little girl with pink hair in front of him.

But before he could make a move, the little girl seized his weakness and smashed his jaw with her unwieldy iron fist!

It seems like the old days are repeating themselves now.

These armored monsters, almost impervious to blades and bullets, had turned the entire street into a sea of ​​blood, and he made the same mistake again, failing to dodge the faster and more vicious uppercut—

Boom! !

Gustav was blasted away, flying a good five or six meters!

His iron chin, forged from high-quality steel, also shattered into fragments, which landed with a dull thud in the pool of blood at his feet.

"Heh...cough cough!"

Fortunately, Gustav managed to protect his head with his arms and is still alive.

He lay on a pile of corpses, and could even feel the blood still flowing from the cold, dead flesh.

"Damn it!"

"Are you alright? Hey!"

Sevika, on the other side, noticed Gustav's situation and could only grit her teeth and utter a few curses as she asked him a question from afar.

She genuinely didn't have time to care about the other person.

Because in front of her lay a few of the few remaining armored monsters that had fallen—all brought down by Sevika's seasoned fighting skills and some special combat methods.

Not far away, there were other armored monsters, gradually tightening their encirclement, seemingly intending to deal with this troublesome enemy in a limited way.

"Hilko! Load heavy firepower!"

Sevika nimbly dodged backward, avoiding the nearest fist, and panted as she searched for an opening to break through.

Currently, the henchmen who had consumed the Glimmer of Light were being unusually routed by these armored monsters, forcing Sevika to abandon her idea of ​​direct confrontation and urge Hilko to quickly provide fire support.

Let's make a lot of noise, everyone really can't take it anymore!

When Hilco ordered the armored monsters causing havoc in the streets to be driven away today, Sevika didn't take it seriously at first.

She assumed that Hilko was trying to emulate Vander and do his best to protect the common people of Zaun.

As for the so-called "reborn" Smith?

What a joke! Sevika genuinely looks down on that freak.

In her eyes, a qualified leader is either like Vander, with absolute violence, or like Hilco, with absolute calculation.

Ideally, one should possess both qualities, and also have Aaron's magnanimity.

And what extraordinary qualities does Smitch, this scraggly Yordle who only dares to bully the weak, have besides being lucky enough not to die in the ditch?

he……

Now it seems he does have some:

These terrifying armored monsters, who obeyed Smitch, could not only block most bullets and weapons, but also seemed to have no sense of pain, always forcing Sevika to abandon the idea of ​​trading injury for injury.

This is incredibly troublesome!

Moreover, their numbers were so great that they seemed to stretch endlessly.

In their struggle against those who used the "Light of the World," they not only managed to hold their own but also seemed to have no end in sight, unleashing one powerful punch after another.

If Sevika hadn't concealed some large-caliber firearms in her microdisk-powered mechanical arm, she might have fared even worse than the paralyzed and unconscious Gustav.

After all, just look at how these monsters treat exhausted users of the Glimmer: they are utterly inhuman, cruelly tearing off the heads of their enemies or ripping open their bellies, it's practically deliberate torture!

By now, simply driving away these monsters was no longer enough to satisfy Sevika.

She wanted to see Hilko bring out those big machines from the lab and blast all this rubbish into dust before she could feel satisfied!

"Did you see that? Our Glimmer Warriors have been completely countered."

Hilco stood on the second-floor terrace outside the market, his hands behind his back, and moved his lips indifferently.

He was talking to another person next to him who also had a calm expression.

The person was wrapped in a long robe, with the collar pulled up high, covering everything below the nose.

His cloudy eyes remained calm and still, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a brief reply in his unpleasant voice:

"As expected."

Then, as if just remembering his role as a "senior advisor," he pulled out a pen and paper from his pocket and slowly began to jot things down:

Its origins are unknown; it is immune to low-intensity physical attacks; it appears to be blind, but has highly developed hearing capable of accurate location; it can accept commands and instructions…

Each and every one of these was something he observed and analyzed from these armored monsters.

It was as if his subordinates, including Sevika and the Light Warriors, on the fierce battlefield below were merely tools for him to analyze the enemy.

"Dr. Singed."

Hilco was not satisfied with the answer "as expected," and even less could he accept the other party's seemingly perfunctory attitude.

He turned his face and emphasized his tone:

"The effectiveness of the 'Glimmer Warriors' is far below expectations. We're starting to struggle. I'm planning to use heavy firepower to wipe out the enemy!"

Hilcor, who changed his usual policy for the first time and decided to protect the people of Zaun as the "ruler of Zaun," did so with great determination.

He couldn't accept that his supposed moment of glory had turned into a grueling struggle with the loser, Smith.

He even found himself at a disadvantage!

"Doctor, the Glimmering Warriors are in full retreat... Doctor!"

"..."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Faced with Hilk's barely concealed anxiety, Singid initially did not respond, but instead remained silent and continued taking notes.

He only reluctantly looked away from his notebook when Hilko pressed him again with serious questions.

He still spoke in that slow, deliberate tone.

Even though his tone was noticeably more excited, to Hilkor it sounded like he was giving an irrelevant answer:

"The flaws of the Glimmer Warriors prove that the effectiveness of Glimmer can indeed be further developed. That child was right."

"As for heavy firepower..."

Singed rubbed the photo pendant necklace around his neck a couple of times, then turned to look at the battlefield below: "I think it's best not to use it for now."

"Why!"

Hilko's eyes widened, and for the first time, he wanted to lash out at Singed.

Knowing Singed's character, he immediately thought of the other party's possible explanation: because of the use of heavy firepower, those armored monsters would most likely not leave behind complete corpses that could be used for research.

If that's really the reason, then he's completely unable to...

"Because you used heavy firepower to clear the area, you would kill him as well."

Singed interrupted Hilko's train of thought.

He pointed downwards, a deep-seated envy in his expression.

"Did you see him? Your confident son, Aaron."

"He must have already found the monsters' weakness and wants to help you, which is why he so boldly charged into the battlefield, preparing to..."

"No!!"

Hilko didn't have time to listen to Singed's words at all.

He leaned forward, disregarding his position, and for the first time lost his composure and roared in front of everyone:

"Aaron! Danger! Come back here!!"