Chapter 506
Chapter 506 Berserk Tigule
Greem took this rampaging enemy seriously for the first time.
Tigule, the captain of a magical machine squad.
In Greem’s eyes, Tigule had only been a First Grade goblin mechanic that had barely managed to display Second Grade strength by piloting a machine. However, while his identity as a First Grade goblin mechanic was roughly equal to the status of a First Grade adept, he couldn’t translate his body’s attributes into combat abilities of the same level.
He was at First Grade, but he had neither the close combat techniques of body refining adepts, the violent spells of elementium adepts, and especially not any innate talents he had been born with. Under such circumstances, the only thing he could rely on was the magical machine he was piloting.
The Tigule of before had been an individual of his own. The mechanic was the mechanic, and the machine was the machine. The two things sometimes overlapped, but there was still a clear distinction between the pilot and the piloted. There was nothing extraordinary about his performance.
Yet at this moment, for some reason, Greem could sense the trace of a threat coming from Tigule as he looked at him.
Was it a perfect union of man and machine?
The black pillar of light increased in size as it made its way downwards. It quickly swelled from two meters to ten meters. Twenty meters. Fifty meters. By the time the pillar reached the ground, it had spread to a hundred meters in diameter.
No being of flesh and blood could survive within the black light. At least, not the low-grade creatures that lived in this plane.
As the goblin mechanics opened their cockpits and silently mourned for the great Tigule, a burst of fire suddenly appeared outside of the black pillar. Greem walked out of the flames with the limp Metal Goblin his grasp.
What was happening? Had they failed?
Countless questions appeared in the minds of the goblin mechanics. They silently looked upon the two individuals in the distance, unsure of how to respond.
Greem loosened his grip and threw the Metal Goblin onto the ground. He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead before summoning the hand of fire and tearing away the metal plate above the cockpit, revealing the limp goblin within.
“Why did you save me?” Black blood flowed down Tigule’s mouth as he yelled, “We are enemies! Why did you save me?”
Greem put on a cold smile, “Because I wanted to!”
Such a simple sentence instantly caused Tigule to choke on his words. It was a while later before he could curse furiously, “Don’t get too pleased with yourself! If my machine hadn’t just run out of energy at that moment, do you think you could have escaped the black light alive?”
Greem laughed coldly, “You have seven sets of magic energy batteries in your Metal Goblin. Each set of batteries can sustain five minutes of basic combat. The sudden burst of power you initiated earlier caused the batteries to exhaust at a rate that was 37% faster than usual, while also causing the machine to take an additional 25% damage. In total, the duration you would be able to fight for was reduced by 46% or more. Did you think I would play with you for so long if it weren’t for having perfectly gotten all the timings down?”
Tigule’s fierce look disappeared. He was fearful of the calm calculations of his opponent.
He had been relying entirely on his burst of adrenaline in the battle earlier. He never had, and would never be able to calculate such precise numbers in the midst of battle.
Out of respect for an equal opponent, Tigule could sense that every number that the opponent gave him was the exact statistic. But if all these were true, didn’t it mean that the entire battle had always been within the control of the enemy?!
What else could be a more significant blow to his confidence and will to fight!
The bloodthirsty aura around Tigule instantly dispersed. The goblin was once again dejected.
The opponent had come from the terrifying World of Adepts. That was a large-sized plane that was famous across the multiverse, and a place with plenty of evil and savage plane conquerors. The knowledge and strength that the opponent possessed were far superior to the goblins. Could the Goblin Empire truly succeed at defeating enemies like these?
While Tigule was shaken and lost in his thoughts, Greem took a look at the circle of magical machines that were approaching him. His body once again turned into a cluster of fire and vanished from the spot.
The enemy left…
The enemy didn’t kill him.
For some reason, Tigule felt none of the joy of having survived. Instead, only sorrow and depression filled his heart.
Perhaps I should have died in that pillar of black light!
Tigule thought to himself.
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Greem met up with Mary and Billis six kilometers away from the battlefield.
Of course, Greem couldn’t avoid a bunch of nagging and complaints from Mary, telling him about how he shouldn’t have so easily put himself in danger.
“Let’s go. We must escape their pursuit before the flying ship arrives.” Greem gave a few simple instructions before escaping into the distance with the other two adepts.
“Master, who will be coming over in the next teleportation once we get through the coming few days?” Bug adept Billis couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.
“Sabrina and Endor! This is actually the place most suited for them.” Greem answered as he traveled, without even looking back.