YM778.TV Chapter 188 Be A Man. Just Do It.
The thing about the biomechs was that although the power output they were capable of bringing to bear could be compared to blue or white mechas, that power output was due to a unique combination of flesh and machine.
And so even though I had absorbed the remains of five beyond white mecha grade biomechs, effectively though, I had only absorbed five white mechas\' worth of machinery.
Maybe even less than that.
And that made the thirty five white mecha grade biomech remains I was absorbing merely somewhere along the lines of overpowered blue mechas.
Not that I was complaining.
It was, by all and any standard, a sumptuous feast beyond all sumptuous feasts.
I was just clarifying that the overall strength I had absorbed at that point in time was probably around seven white mechas\' worth, maybe eight.
And clarifying that point is extremely crucial to understand the next battle which I am about to describe.
With the death of their forty exalted leaders, the second base was quickly annihilated by both the combined might of both Chronos and...
Hmmm.
Let\'s call my Mecha Form at that moment Black Prince.
I was hardly a King back then, much less an Emperor.
A Prince was as high a nobility status as I could claim to be then.
Hmm? Nobility level explanation?
Sure, why not.
Nobility levels are not formal, mind you.
But among us mecha pilots, blue mechas and white mechas are far too vague, and could refer to vastly different mecha power outputs.
Thus we all have our own informal method of classification.
Barons are the lowest, and refer to cannon fodder blue mechas.
Viscounts, or Vissies, are standard blue mechas.
Counts are peak blue mechas capable of almost challenging sub par white mechas.
Marquises are those sub par white mechas.
Dukes are standard white mechas.
Princes are peak white mechas.
We reserved King, Emperor and God for the Golden Mechas. But most of them had never and will never see one, so they hardly mention it.
Anyway, Chrono and my Black Prince had no trouble cleaning up the rest of the Horse Gavarels.
And once more, I devoured the second base without hesitation.
However, two major bases were the Horse Gavarel King\'s bottomline, apparently.
Because as I was happily devouring all the delicious wreckages all around me, the Ancestor suddenly let out a vicious curse.
"!@#$#@!!!" The Ancestor cursed viciously.
"What\'s happening?" Bruce Pang immediately asked sharply.
"We\'re completely surrounded." The Ancestor said gloomily.
"By?" Bruce Pang pressed on.
"By monsters biomechs. Annoying, hard to kill monsters." The Ancestor said with a sigh.
"Even for Chronos? I mean, if both Chronos and I set our minds to escape, surely we can do so easily?" I asked him doubtfully.
"Of course. But we do not want to escape, do we? We want to destroy as many bases as we can and steal as many tech blueprints as possible. And being surrounded is the worst development for us at this point in time." The Ancestor said. "I was hoping we can pick off their bases one by one for a few more times. But our game is up."
"Monster Biomechs, huh? Sounds delicious." I said with cocky bravado.
"Updating mission parameters. Stay alive. Destroy the enemy. Acknowledge." Demoness Wang\'s voice rang out calmly.
"Acknowledged. There is no way we are dying here." The Ancestor said while rolling his eyes. "It\'s just an annoying development. Bruce, go for the head of the snake. No, wait. Little punk, you go for the head of the snake."
"You want me to find the boss of whoever managed to take an army large enough to surround us from beyond a five kilometer radius, and then kill him in front of that stupidly massive army?" I asked the stupid old man to clarify the mission he had so casually dumped on my head.
"No. I want you to find the boss of this army division that has surrounded us from every single direction from ten kilometers out, punch through the layers of soldiers to reach him at the far end of the army, then kill all of his special forces which are probably over a thousand in number, all of which are beyond white mecha grade biomechs, and then kill his supreme generals who are probably at near gold mecha grade, and then kill the boss." The Ancestor rolled his eyes at me.
I blinked once and processed his words slowly, assessing if I could actually do that.
"I meant ASSASSINATE him you fool!!" The Ancestor exploded in exasperation. "How dumb can you get to actually think you are able of doing exactly what I just said? Do you even know what sarcasm means?"
Bruce Pang chuckled lightly.
"I like his self confidence." He said mildly.
I gave him a cheery smile at his words.
"Even though he is a god damned idiot for having such a misplaced and utterly erroneous confidence on himself." Bruce Pang added with a laugh.
"Enough foolishness." The Ancestor commanded. "You have in your list of Gold Grade Designs, a particular blueprint for an experimental stealth bodysuit. Take its principles and apply it on a mini mecha that could fit us both. Then look for the boss and kill him."
"Fine." I said sourly at them both and started to conceptualize and then finalize the stealth blue mecha which was, if not for its stealth function, probably just at the Baron level.
Within seconds, a completely stealthy blue mecha slowly sank towards the bottom of the ocean.
There were already enemies advancing along the ocean floor towards us, of course. But with so many rocks, ridges and all sorts of things there, it was much easier to break through the ever shrinking blockade.
"Erm. I am assuming you want me to distract all of their attention? All one million of them? All by myself?" Bruce Pang\'s voice rang out with a slightly aggrieved tone to it.
"Be a man and do it without complaining." The Ancestor said to him.
"Yes big bro, be a man. Do the right thing. Life is short. You only live once. Just do it." I said and spewed a bunch of nonsensical tag phrases to piss him off.