Chapter 1483: Chapter 813: Blood-Stained Wasteland - Starting from the Planetary Governor

Blood-Stained Wasteland Alvin’s power armor servos emitted a subtle hum, and his tactical visor fragmented the terrain within a five-kilometer radius into countless data pieces. He half-knelt behind the wreckage of the crashed Dragon Elephant War Machine, watching twenty-three red dots on the holographic map encircle him in a fan shape—that was the Hunting Squadron led personally by Captain Nata. "Thermite cannon position at seven o’clock, five Dreadnought Mechs." Shaga’s voice crackled with static in the encrypted channel, the Psychic projecting his consciousness into the high-altitude reconnaissance drone, "They’ve activated the Anti-Spiritual Barrier with the Holy Blood Emblem, I can only observe..." The channel was suddenly filled with piercing hymns, and Alvin saw twelve blood-red pillars rise on the horizon—that was the unique Genetic Locking Force Field of the Death Angel Battle Group. When the first thermite shell turned the rock on the left into glass, he finally saw Nata’s lineup: thirty Inner Ring elite adorned with Penitent chains, and three Netherworld Type Fearless Mecha etched with redemption scriptures. "Disperse!" Alvin smashed the ground with his Gravity Hammer, and the recoil propelled him towards the cover on the right. The war machine wreckage he had been hiding behind vaporized in thermite beams, and splashes of molten metal scorched his power armor into billowing smoke. Rookie Tole’s scream suddenly rang out, the young man having been grazed on the left leg by thermite remnants, propping himself up with his Chain-saw Sword. Alvin rolled to evade the gunfire, his tactical visor suddenly capturing an anomaly at Tole’s wound—the Nanorepair Liquid was transforming the dark red blood into silver-white. "Into the underground network!" Alvin leaped towards Tole amid the rain of bullets, his Gravity Hammer sweeping away two tracking missiles, "Shaga, lead Squad Three to plant Shock Mines, everyone else follow me to divert the Dreadnoughts!" Nine figures sped across the wasteland, chased by three mountain-sized war machines. Alvin listened to the escalating explosions on the channel and suddenly noticed the suspiciously regular movement pattern of these Dreadnought Mechs—they maintained an equilateral triangular formation, driving their prey towards a specific coordinate. "Stop!" He braked abruptly before a hundred-meter cliff, his Power Claw deeply embedding into the rock wall, "This is a Penitent trap!" But it was too late. The ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a sacrificial pit below, etched with Death Angel cryptic scripts. Five Brotherhood members fell into the abyss before reacting; Alvin managed to hook the rock crevice with his Gravity Hammer, catching a glimpse of the mechanical tentacles below—specifically designed Genetic Collectors targeting Interstellar Warriors. "For the Holy Blood!" Nata’s voice came from above, the captain standing at the edge raising the Spiritual Energy Staff, "Your sacrifices will cleanse..." Alvin suddenly let go of the Gravity Hammer, using his descent’s momentum to embed the Power Claw into the rock wall. As Nata’s staff glowed red, he kicked the wall powerfully, hurtling towards the captain like a shell. Amidst the thunderous impact of two power armor collisions in mid-air, Alvin saw the emblem inside the opponent’s shoulder guard—identical to Commander Mirorilla’s Bloody Wings. "You’re collecting genetic samples!" Alvin’s hand armor locked onto Nata’s throat, "Those mechanical tentacles aren’t execution devices..." The captain’s knee suddenly sprung out a Poison Dagger, slashing a deep mark across Alvin’s abdominal armor: "Smart puppy, but the Holy Blood Plan needs a new carrier!" The ground suddenly shook violently, and the mechanical tentacles in the sacrificial pit shot out like giant pythons. Alvin used Nata as a shield to block the first piercing wave, his Power Claw severing the captain’s Power Backpack cables. As they both fell into the pit, Alvin suddenly detected a familiar antiseptic smell—identical to the scene of the Genetic Seed Bank theft three months ago. "Those missing rookies..." Alvin dodged the lunging mechanical tentacles, "were all transformed by you into..." Nata’s Chain-saw Sword burst forth with blood-red spiritual energy: "To become the container for Primordial’s resurrection is the glory of these mongrels!" Desperate Counterattack Pit top, Shaga’s psychic shriek echoed, and the cryptic scripts of the entire sacrificial pit suddenly began to overload. Alvin seized the opportunity to smash the Gravity Hammer into the ground, the explosion of the Antimatter Core obliterating five mechanical tentacles into fragments. Amidst the flying metal debris, he seized Nata’s right leg, smashing the captain viciously against the rock wall. "You used the battle group offspring as experiments!" Alvin tore off Nata’s helmet, uncovering a face stitched with scars, "No wonder the mortality rate..." The captain’s pupils suddenly transformed into compound eyes, mouth splitting open to extend a Nerve Whip: "You don’t understand the burden of the Holy Blood at all!" Alvin’s Gravity Hammer collided with the Nerve Whip, igniting sparks that illuminated the ancient murals on the rock wall—Death Angel Primarch was implanting the heart of a winged creature into his chest. This momentary distraction bore a cost, as the Nerve Whip entangled his right arm, tearing the power armor joint into a cascade of sparks. "Your genes are special." Nata’s voice turned into a multi-layered echo, "More suitable as a container than those defects..." Alvin suddenly severed the hydraulic tube of his right arm, countering the Nerve Whip’s gripping force to dive into the captain’s embrace. His remaining left arm’s Power Claw pierced the opponent’s chest cavity, precisely crushing a mechanical heart that was rhythmically pulsing. "Thanks for the compliment." He gazed at Nata’s dimming compound eyes, "But my loyalty isn’t for sale." A dense missile salvo suddenly descended on the pit top, and Shaga’s drone swarm finally breached the Anti-Spiritual Barrier. Alvin used Nata’s remains to leap out of the deep pit, witnessing the battlefield situation completely reversed—three Dreadnought Mechs trapped by Brotherhood members’ Thermite Bombs, the overloaded cores radiating death light. "All units retreat!" He dove towards the nearest cover amidst the explosion shockwave, "These mechs are going to..."