blueteamnovel Chapter 71 Why
Chapter 71 Why
Chapter 71 Why (5/5)
"Huff, huff—that damn old man Kopper—"
The Arbiter gasped for breath, large cracks appearing on the leaden-gray skin of his left side, from which coolant gushed forth, condensing into blue ice crystals in the vacuum.
The right arm's curved fist twisted and deformed, three support beams pierced through the armor and were exposed, and the broken hydraulic pipes twitched like convulsing nerve bundles.
The Hive missile bay on the left arm was completely blown off, and charred wires hung from the remaining launch base.
The alloy frame at the cervical spine was severely bent, sparks flying everywhere. Of the six compound eyes in the mechanical eye, only three were still flashing, and scalding hot oil was flowing out.
After a fierce battle, he finally managed to destroy all four Ghost-class quantum destroyers, leaving the battlefield surrounded by wrecked metal parts.
Even so, he paid a heavy price.
"This is bad. It will probably need to be sent back to the factory for major repairs to be restored to its original condition."
The thought of the massive amount of money required for the major overhaul made the arbitrator's heart feel like it was being slashed with a knife.
"After I get back, I'll probably have to go out and raid several more interstellar transport fleets to make up for these losses."
"Why is Shirahime moving so slowly? Why haven't we heard a single word?"
The arbitrators have always held a more appreciative attitude towards Shirahime.
Although he believed that machinery was the only true form of beauty and had no interest in Shirahime's frail frame, he was quite taken with the major crimes she committed in interstellar society.
But now, a sense of dissatisfaction arose in his heart.
I've already annihilated Chengming's elite fleet, what are you doing?
"Let's go see what's going on?"
Because the fierce battle had taken a heavy toll, the Arbiter could only fly slowly forward with its engine at its lowest power.
But as his fervent desire to fight gradually cooled, this cyborg began to sense that something was amiss.
Why would that old bastard Cobb just stand by and watch me wipe out the main fleet in his branch office?
Perhaps because the battle just now was too intense and required full concentration, he realized that this was not the usual way the Anomaly Management Bureau dealt with enemies.
Surely a large branch office like Chengming Star couldn't possibly only have four Ghost-class quantum destroyers?
What about the other ships? What about the other space weapons?
Why can't I see any of them?
That shouldn't be happening!
Normally, when he was engaged in fierce combat with the Spectre-class destroyer, there should have been other ships of slightly lower tier assisting him, harassing him with weapons that were no more powerful than a tickle.
Where have all those annoying harassers, like flying insects, gone?
The deeper he thought about it, the more a nameless unease grew in his heart.
"Wait, why is it getting darker and darker around us?!"
The Arbiter looked up and found that the starlight that adorned the depths of space had disappeared, and the clear star directly in front of him was also nowhere to be seen.
Only the overwhelming darkness enveloped him.
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
In the boundless silence, a mocking voice rang out in front of him.
"who!"
The adjudicator threw a punch forward, but failed to touch anything.
"Who's behind this?! Show yourself!"
The darkness before him tore open a crack, like the curtain of a stage play slowly being drawn back to both sides.
In the starry sky ahead, a ship with holographic bubbles floating on its surface came into view.
Upon seeing the patterns on the hull that resembled woven nerve fibers, the Arbiter felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his heart turning cold.
"The Dream Weaver's Ark —"
The Anomaly Management Bureau has only three special ships in total, capable of weaving an illusion that is indistinguishable from reality for the enemy, just like a dream.
The fragments of the Ghost-class quantum destroyers floating in the vacuum have disappeared—meaning that the fierce battle just now was merely part of an illusion.
"When did you get infected?"
The wounds and marks left by the battle are still visible on the Arbiter, meaning he did indeed engage in combat with something.
Otherwise, no matter how realistic the illusion created by the Dreamweaver's Ark is, it cannot severely damage itself based solely on the illusion.
The adjudicator looked around.
The next second, an extremely absurd feeling filled his entire consciousness.
The once empty space now felt somewhat crowded, with countless ships and weapons surrounding him.
There are starships with hulls inlaid with nebula diamond fragments and engines that leave rainbow trails.
"Stardust Cruiser —"
It has a ring-shaped bridge that traps miniature black holes and emits bursts of gravitational waves.
"Black Hole Shepherd —"
It has a hull made of translucent light particles, making it look like a phantom-like shuttle-shaped spaceship.
"Photon Ghost Ship —"
In addition, the Arbiter also saw the Zero-Returner Fortress, Gravity Warp Spear, Reef Generator, Starship Cannon, and other powerful weapons that had only been seen in video footage.
"Did your Anomaly Management Bureau move its headquarters to Chengming Star?! Are you even trying to make a living like this?!"
The adjudicator launched into a tirade of profanities.
Shouldn't your Chengming Star Branch be just an ordinary interstellar branch? What are you trying to do by preparing so many superweapons?
The ships and weapons present alone were enough to bind the Chengyu and Yuanguang star systems together and run back and forth hundreds of times. Inside the command hall, hearing the Arbitrator's furious curses, everyone's expression was somewhat strange.
These weapons were originally intended to prevent the Terminal Anomaly from going out of control, but the Terminal Anomaly was too normal, so these measures were never used.
I never expected they would come in handy at this time.
A lowly interstellar fugitive becomes one of the lucky ones to enjoy ultimate-level anomalous treatment.
"Pulse Tower charging, target: Arbiter," Hu Zhou gave the order.
Before the Arbiter, the neatly arranged ships dispersed in an orderly fashion, revealing the ultimate weapon, 0, located in near-Earth orbit around Chengming Star.
"Space-based orbital pulsar tower —"
A bitter smile appeared on the arbiter's face.
Now he was starting to believe that the Anomaly Management Bureau was going to move its headquarters to Chengming Star.
Although he was already clearly aware of his fate after the illusion dissipated, at this moment, he felt that everything was so unreal.
"Click click click—"
As if some shackles and fetters had shattered in his consciousness, a certain image suddenly appeared before the Arbiter, who had already resigned himself to his fate.
That was the scene where the Director of the Purge Bureau ordered him and Bai Ji to retreat.
Right, shouldn't I be preparing to evacuate Farlight Star with Bai Ji and reunite with Upside-Down Clown?
Why would I disobey the director's orders and launch a preemptive attack on Cheng Mingxing?
Why did I remain so convinced that the director's instructions were for us to continue with the plan?
Why didn't Bai Ji and I notice anything amiss along the way?
Am I possessed by a ghost?
Why why why why why why————
In the final moments of life, the veil covering the consciousness of the judge is slowly lifted.
However, the charging of the space-based orbital pulse tower was about to reach its end, leaving him with very little time to think.
The cyborg stared wide-eyed, and with all its might, let out a final roar.
"Why am I here?!"
The next second, a torrent of powerful energy pulses engulfed him.
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