The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7576

Chapter 7576: Deathborn Lords

The Battle of Hypeh-Tekas II had entered a new stage.

The brawl between the two groups of phase leaders had ended on an inconclusive note.

Both sides suffered severe damage. The Ascended Giants had entered the battlefield with more men, but suffered greater losses as a result.

It couldn’t be helped. As strong as the Dark Apostle and the Fiery Axe had become, neither of them were a match against properly equipped and prepared greater phase whales.

The Blackwater Summoner had especially demonstrated the strength and dignity of a core member of the Red Cabal!

Given how much damage blackwater could have wrought on the Ascended Giants or other human forces, Ves already considered this outcome to be a slight victory.

They had prevented the powerful representatives of the Red Cabal from making a greater impact on the battlefield!

Unfortunately, the Ascended Giants paid a steep price for this thin victory.

The Dark Apostle frowned as he beheld the surrounding space. Splotches of blackwater, phasewater-infused blood and debris floated in every direction.

Chunks of torn superdimensional armor plating and starship debris made flight through this region a bit more hazardous than before.

The surviving giants sifted through the moderately-sized debris field.

Each of them showed various signs of fatigue.

The fighting had not lasted long, but the pressure of survival had been so great that they had expended huge amounts of energy over a span of just 20 or so minutes!

After so much exertion, the Ascended Giants had already become a half-spent force.

Perhaps the ones that had suffered fewer injuries could still contribute to the ongoing battle in other ways, but they were no longer in a shape to confront enemies at the same level.

The enemy phase leaders made great use of their Saint Piercers and superior phasewater organs to exact their pound of flesh from their human counterparts!

This clash had most certainly opened Ves and the Dark Apostle’s eyes on the potential of phase leaders.

The Phase Lord Department had made great strides by investing in superior technology and equipment.

However, the native aliens and more specifically the Red Cabal were not savages who could always be trusted to neglect technological development.

Arrogant as they may be, forward-thinking phase whales such as the Blackwater Summoner fully recognized the value and necessity of superior technology.

The sophistication of his customized Saint Armor did not fall too far behind in comparison to his own Superdimensional Giant Regalia!

While there were many differences, Ves still grew distressed by the fact that the overall performance gap was not as great as he desired.

If the Red Cabal had access to superior grades of superdimensional matter, then the outcome of this bout would have been a lot less favorable!

"This is a disappointment." The Dark Apostle commented as he continued to supervise the cleanup of the battlefield.

He winced in pain as the rapid-sealing solution had formed a temporary cast on his heavily injured left shoulder.

He still hadn’t regained movement in his arm, though he supposed he should feel grateful that the blackwater hadn’t managed to sever the limb entirely.

While he could endure the pain, he felt more upset about his failure to defeat the Blackwater Summoner.

If he had put up a better fight, then he could have secured a more decisive victory!

At the very least, he could have taken revenge for all of the casualties suffered by his men.

"We acquitted ourselves well as far as I am concerned." Ves soothed his other self even as he examined the small samples of blackwater that they managed to secure in a gravitic trap. "Sure, we may have outnumbered our opponents, but those 2 greater phase whales are no joke. Neutralizing this threat early without committing greater assets is a good exchange. I am sure that the Saint Commander can rest a little easier now that we have taken these powerful pieces off the board."

The mention of the Saint Commander caused the Dark Apostle to throw a glance at the damaged Victrix.

The metallic owl had clearly seen better days. It no longer exuded as much light and presence as before.

Ves had already withdrawn his Chosen Envoy. There was no reason to let Imon Ingvar linger in realspace for any longer than necessary. His ego and personality were still deficient. Letting him remain in contact with his sister would probably do more harm than good.

Casella did not object to this decision.

As much as she missed her brother, she knew more than anyone else that the current iteration of Imon was still very much... incomplete, not to mention his other flaws.

"Sir." The Fiery Axe flew up to the Dark Apostle while holding half the corpse of a nunser phase lord. "We’ve grabbed what we can. There are still pieces of superdimensional gear that have flown too far for us to retrieve, but we should leave that to the other retrieval parties. I suggest we retreat."

The Dark Apostle nodded. "Very well. Lead the way."

As the Ascended Giants made their way back to the combined fleet, the Victrix no longer stuck around anymore.

There were other locations that still needed her assistance!

Though the metallic owl had sustained severe damage in the fight against the Blackwater Summoner, the Saint Commander evidently judged that she could still play a useful role.

As Ves and the Dark Apostle both directed their attention across the broad expanse of space around them, they certainly understood why Casella made this risky choice.

The eruption of so many deathborn and the release of so much life energy had temporarily changed the rules of the battlefield.

The hostile environment had disappeared, at least for as long as this pocket of positive energies lasted.

That did not necessarily mean that Alexa’s gambit had banished the dark miasma forever.

The source of this malevolent influence still existed elsewhere in the Hypeh-Tekas System.

Enough time had passed for the high concentration of life energy to deplete. Too much of it had dispersed into the surroundings. Like a drop of wine falling into a lake, the spark of life had no chance of surviving in a chamber of darkness.

The dark miasma was making a comeback. Already, the zone of positive energies had not only grown several times weaker, but also shrunk in radius.

"Too short!"

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