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Chapter 677: Meat Grinder
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Predaking, in terms of combat power, is a top-tier Combiner, formed by the combination of numerous Predacons. With its powerful chassis, superb reaction capabilities, terrifying central processor, and abundant energy, Predaking pushed the combat power of Combiners to a peak.
A demigod, that is Predaking's combat power level.
But similarly, troublesome bugs targeted him, hissing and pouncing ferociously. Demigod-level bugs were also considered powerful among the Annihilation Wave. Among the ineffably numerous insect swarm, demigods were relatively rare.
Predaking and several bugs soared into the sky, engaging in fierce combat. Their battleground covered a vast area; the entire Outer Space and Insect Tide served as their battlefield.
"Annoying fellows..."
A hell demon crushed a group of bugs, muttering softly. Then, like a Scrapper, it charged wildly through the Insect Tide, crushing countless bugs.
Intense artillery fire launched densely. The entire planet transformed into a living War Machine, with powerful fortresses everywhere, recklessly bombarding the Outside World with artillery fire. They didn't need to aim, just fire, because the number of bugs was too great, and growing.
Every Transformer on the battlefield was operating their central processors at overload. They not only had to analyze the diverse attack methods and countermeasures of the bugs using their superb computing power, but also connect to the relevant files in the Iacon Hall of Records. Within the Iacon Hall of Records, a vast database had already been specially established before the outbreak of war. It was available for all Transformers to consult or upload new content at any time. The goal was to record the abilities, physiques, and strengths of the more lethal bugs, for all soldiers fighting on the front lines to download.
The Transformer life form is a species that has developed silicon-based life to its extreme. For them, establishing a connection to the distant Iacon Hall of Records was as simple as consuming energons.
Massive explosions frequently erupted. Demigod-level powerhouses fought desperately, and powerful technological weapons unleashed terrifying destructive power. Each large explosion made the continent beneath their feet tremble. Gigantic craters and dust filling the sky rose, adding several layers of cruelty to this meat-grinder-like battlefield.
Under the frequent explosions, the entire planet seemed somewhat overwhelmed. The continental plates inevitably began to show rifts. Volcanoes that had been dormant for untold tens of thousands of years reactivated, spewing flames and thick smoke that dyed the sky red. Lava eroded the ground, devouring vast piles of corpses.
The planet's surface had almost turned into a jungle of steel. Inside every building, large numbers of killing machines were stockpiled, launching widespread annihilation strikes against the descending bugs. But even so, many bases inevitably fell. The number of insect swarm was astounding, and there was no lack of powerful individuals. Some weaker bases were directly swallowed by the insect tide; this was unavoidable on such a vast battlefield.
As a powerful race capable of directly resisting the Three Great Interstellar Empires + Nova Corps + countless small and medium civilizations, the Annihilation Wave had destroyed an unknown number of planets. In the current great war erupting on Planet SC74X-1, the number of bugs attacking Planet SC74X-1 was rapidly increasing, nearing one hundred million. However, this mere hundred million was but a drop in the ocean compared to the entire insectoid race. Describing the Annihilation Wave's numbers in "hundreds of millions" was simply laughable. At the very least, it should be calculated in "trillions." After all, they were a destructive species that had swept across countless galaxies.
"We have already lost fifty thousand warriors, and over seventeen bases have fallen, while the enemy's numbers are still rapidly increasing..."
Listening to the report, Commander Ultra Magnus showed no emotion. He said coldly, "Calm yourselves. This is just an appetizer. The High Council has made extensive estimates regarding the scale of the war. The lives of fifty thousand warriors aren't even considered the prelude."
Ultra Magnus was the most soldier-like commander; he could do everything with absolutely strict standards, including managing casualties. Death on the battlefield was a matter of course, even if, before this, Cybertron had never suffered fifty thousand soldier casualties in a single battle. In the past, the most tragic battle was merely going to Earth to fight the Parademon Army. Only a few thousand soldiers died then, and the enemy's numbers were "sparse," a mere few hundred thousand, plus there were allied forces like the Green Lantern Corps.
But the Annihilation Wave was different. The moment combat began, enemies were everywhere, above and below. No one could avoid a blood war, and with a blood war, came death. This was not as simple as hiding in a base, aiming, and firing. Bases were not omnipotent, and the Annihilation Wave was not a bunch of cannon fodder; they also possessed numerous powerhouses. The scenario of a single bug destroying an entire base was not unheard of. On a vast battlefield of this tier, no matter how exquisite your combat skills, how invincible your central processor's computing power, or how powerful the weapons and artillery mounted on you, your effectiveness was extremely limited against an enemy where killing one wave only brought more.
The war on Planet SC74X-1 appeared grand and fierce in scale. However, similar wars were unfolding on billions of planets in hundreds and thousands of nearby galaxies. The Skrull Empire in the Andromeda Galaxy was even more embroiled in an unprecedented bitter struggle, with not only the entire population conscripted, but large numbers of small and medium civilizations and races also fighting alongside the Skrulls. Yet, they were still suppressed by the insectoid race. In the Andromeda Galaxy, which was far larger than the Milky Way Galaxy, the war situation had long deteriorated into utter chaos.
As a high-level commander, Ultra Magnus was very clear about the High Council's perception of this war: training, mad training, to completely eradicate the complacent atmosphere pervading Cybertron. Comfort? Such a luxury should belong to weak children, especially infants. Others were not qualified to enjoy the extreme wealth of comfort. In a cruel world, even if you were an old man who could barely walk, you still had to pick up a blade and go to the battlefield when needed. At the very least, you could serve as a tank and cannon fodder, buying a few tenths of a second for the warriors beside you, allowing them to kill more enemies.
The entire Cybertron had long since begun its war mobilization. The Mutants and Kryptonians were not even mentioned; their population bases were limited, and thus the number of legions they could form was limited. However, the Transformer race, naturally endowed with super high war capabilities, had long begun a frantic production of troops. All incubation chambers had been reactivated. Countless newly generated warriors were dormant within the incubation chambers, with large numbers of warriors being born at all times, joining the army immediately after simple training.
To put it bluntly, the one million individuals deployed on Planet SC74X-1 were an insignificant vanguard. After this battle, win or lose, those who survived would have their formations broken up and be assigned to larger legions, serving as low-level junior officers.
Experiencing war and studying war on a computer were fundamentally two different concepts.
(end of chapter)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Predaking, in terms of combat power, is a top-tier Combiner, formed by the combination of numerous Predacons. With its powerful chassis, superb reaction capabilities, terrifying central processor, and abundant energy, Predaking pushed the combat power of Combiners to a peak.
A demigod, that is Predaking's combat power level.
But similarly, troublesome bugs targeted him, hissing and pouncing ferociously. Demigod-level bugs were also considered powerful among the Annihilation Wave. Among the ineffably numerous insect swarm, demigods were relatively rare.
Predaking and several bugs soared into the sky, engaging in fierce combat. Their battleground covered a vast area; the entire Outer Space and Insect Tide served as their battlefield.
"Annoying fellows..."
A hell demon crushed a group of bugs, muttering softly. Then, like a Scrapper, it charged wildly through the Insect Tide, crushing countless bugs.
Intense artillery fire launched densely. The entire planet transformed into a living War Machine, with powerful fortresses everywhere, recklessly bombarding the Outside World with artillery fire. They didn't need to aim, just fire, because the number of bugs was too great, and growing.
Every Transformer on the battlefield was operating their central processors at overload. They not only had to analyze the diverse attack methods and countermeasures of the bugs using their superb computing power, but also connect to the relevant files in the Iacon Hall of Records. Within the Iacon Hall of Records, a vast database had already been specially established before the outbreak of war. It was available for all Transformers to consult or upload new content at any time. The goal was to record the abilities, physiques, and strengths of the more lethal bugs, for all soldiers fighting on the front lines to download.
The Transformer life form is a species that has developed silicon-based life to its extreme. For them, establishing a connection to the distant Iacon Hall of Records was as simple as consuming energons.
Massive explosions frequently erupted. Demigod-level powerhouses fought desperately, and powerful technological weapons unleashed terrifying destructive power. Each large explosion made the continent beneath their feet tremble. Gigantic craters and dust filling the sky rose, adding several layers of cruelty to this meat-grinder-like battlefield.
Under the frequent explosions, the entire planet seemed somewhat overwhelmed. The continental plates inevitably began to show rifts. Volcanoes that had been dormant for untold tens of thousands of years reactivated, spewing flames and thick smoke that dyed the sky red. Lava eroded the ground, devouring vast piles of corpses.
The planet's surface had almost turned into a jungle of steel. Inside every building, large numbers of killing machines were stockpiled, launching widespread annihilation strikes against the descending bugs. But even so, many bases inevitably fell. The number of insect swarm was astounding, and there was no lack of powerful individuals. Some weaker bases were directly swallowed by the insect tide; this was unavoidable on such a vast battlefield.
As a powerful race capable of directly resisting the Three Great Interstellar Empires + Nova Corps + countless small and medium civilizations, the Annihilation Wave had destroyed an unknown number of planets. In the current great war erupting on Planet SC74X-1, the number of bugs attacking Planet SC74X-1 was rapidly increasing, nearing one hundred million. However, this mere hundred million was but a drop in the ocean compared to the entire insectoid race. Describing the Annihilation Wave's numbers in "hundreds of millions" was simply laughable. At the very least, it should be calculated in "trillions." After all, they were a destructive species that had swept across countless galaxies.
"We have already lost fifty thousand warriors, and over seventeen bases have fallen, while the enemy's numbers are still rapidly increasing..."
Listening to the report, Commander Ultra Magnus showed no emotion. He said coldly, "Calm yourselves. This is just an appetizer. The High Council has made extensive estimates regarding the scale of the war. The lives of fifty thousand warriors aren't even considered the prelude."
Ultra Magnus was the most soldier-like commander; he could do everything with absolutely strict standards, including managing casualties. Death on the battlefield was a matter of course, even if, before this, Cybertron had never suffered fifty thousand soldier casualties in a single battle. In the past, the most tragic battle was merely going to Earth to fight the Parademon Army. Only a few thousand soldiers died then, and the enemy's numbers were "sparse," a mere few hundred thousand, plus there were allied forces like the Green Lantern Corps.
But the Annihilation Wave was different. The moment combat began, enemies were everywhere, above and below. No one could avoid a blood war, and with a blood war, came death. This was not as simple as hiding in a base, aiming, and firing. Bases were not omnipotent, and the Annihilation Wave was not a bunch of cannon fodder; they also possessed numerous powerhouses. The scenario of a single bug destroying an entire base was not unheard of. On a vast battlefield of this tier, no matter how exquisite your combat skills, how invincible your central processor's computing power, or how powerful the weapons and artillery mounted on you, your effectiveness was extremely limited against an enemy where killing one wave only brought more.
The war on Planet SC74X-1 appeared grand and fierce in scale. However, similar wars were unfolding on billions of planets in hundreds and thousands of nearby galaxies. The Skrull Empire in the Andromeda Galaxy was even more embroiled in an unprecedented bitter struggle, with not only the entire population conscripted, but large numbers of small and medium civilizations and races also fighting alongside the Skrulls. Yet, they were still suppressed by the insectoid race. In the Andromeda Galaxy, which was far larger than the Milky Way Galaxy, the war situation had long deteriorated into utter chaos.
As a high-level commander, Ultra Magnus was very clear about the High Council's perception of this war: training, mad training, to completely eradicate the complacent atmosphere pervading Cybertron. Comfort? Such a luxury should belong to weak children, especially infants. Others were not qualified to enjoy the extreme wealth of comfort. In a cruel world, even if you were an old man who could barely walk, you still had to pick up a blade and go to the battlefield when needed. At the very least, you could serve as a tank and cannon fodder, buying a few tenths of a second for the warriors beside you, allowing them to kill more enemies.
The entire Cybertron had long since begun its war mobilization. The Mutants and Kryptonians were not even mentioned; their population bases were limited, and thus the number of legions they could form was limited. However, the Transformer race, naturally endowed with super high war capabilities, had long begun a frantic production of troops. All incubation chambers had been reactivated. Countless newly generated warriors were dormant within the incubation chambers, with large numbers of warriors being born at all times, joining the army immediately after simple training.
To put it bluntly, the one million individuals deployed on Planet SC74X-1 were an insignificant vanguard. After this battle, win or lose, those who survived would have their formations broken up and be assigned to larger legions, serving as low-level junior officers.
Experiencing war and studying war on a computer were fundamentally two different concepts.
(end of chapter)
