I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 169: All over the secret realm

Among them, only Valentina and Edward had ultra long range offensive skills. So, only two of them began their attacks.

As far as Eryndor could see, all the puppets which were being hit by the two of his teammates were blasted off without any resistance.

By the time those machines reached them, their numbers had been reduced by ten.

Are all of them really so weak?

Eryndor thought as he moved to confront a few beasts himself.

There were three humanoid machines, which were respectively taken up by Edward, Syndra and Valentina.

Eryndor didn't know if those three were actual Cyborgs, but even if he did, it didn't matter. He couldn't help them for now.

Since he had no time to watch their fight, Eryndor focused on his own fights.

Internal Fist shouldn't be effective against these, I better use the other cultivation arts.

He activated Lightning Infusion, covered his body with Crimson Armor, and dodged the first wave of attacks through Shadowstep.

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Due to the lack of trees, he didn't have the ever present shadows to increase his speed even further.

He could only rely on the shadows of his teammates and attacking machines, but their help was so minuscule, it might as well not have existed.

As soon as he further increased the distance, he used Sky Piercing Palm's lightning version.

It was more effective than just a simple stun as the target beast convulsed as if it had a short circuit before its movements drastically slowed down before stopping.

Eight more metallic beasts quickly surrounded him.

With Valentina, Syndra and Edward occupied with three humanoid machines, the other three had taken it upon themselves to distribute the leftover beasts among themselves, so each of them were facing eight to ten of them.

The beasts were sleek, quadrupedal constructs with glowing red sensors for eyes and jagged steel limbs.

Eryndor didn't slow down. Lightning Infusion surged through him, sparks crackling across his limbs.

He hurled the spiked mace forward; the flail-head detached mid-flight, spiraling with precision into the nearest beast's skull—crunch. It folded instantly.

It seems that it is true, every single one of them is weak.

Eryndor thought as he continued his fight.

Due to his cautious nature, even when he saw Valentina and Edward decimating these beasts easily with long ranged attacks, he didn't completely dismiss them when they came near but faced them with full force.

But the result? They really weren't worth it.

The other beasts surrounding him charged.

Eryndor dashed forward with Shadowstep, appearing under the one that had jumped high. Sky Piercing Palm—air variant. Thhhp! An invisible cut ripped through the beast's underbelly, splitting it clean.

Even the alloy used to make them can be ripped apart easily.

Another lunged from the side. He twisted, Crimson Armor taking the hit, then fired off a flame-imbued Sky Piercing Palm right into its joint. Metal bubbled and popped, the beast collapsed mid-motion.

I felt something different when that beast attacked.

Being wary, he resolved to not get hit again.

Three approached from the front. He swept his arm, calling the flail-head back like a comet—it pierced one, rebounded into the second, then smashed the third into a tree trunk with a denting crash.

Two remained. They tried flanking.

One of them leapt, claws spinning.

Taking a bit of a risk, he punched it straight in the head, albeit his fist was still covered with Crimson Armor.

Very fucking weak, even my body strength was enough to punch through the head and destroy it.

Eryndor didn't look. He ducked and angled the returning flail-head behind his shoulder. It impaled the last leaping beast midair, its momentum carrying it into the dirt with a violent skid.

Nine down. No sweat. He brushed metal shards off his arm and looked in the direction of his teammates.

All of them had destroyed the beasts with similar ease.

Even Valentina, Syndra and Edward, the three strongest of their group who had taken on the strongest machines, the humanoid ones, had come off victorious as metallic parts seem to be lying around them.

Syndra spoke.

"Those humanoids weren't cyborgs. Just puppets like the rest of the beast shaped ones, but more powerful I'd say."

Eryndor didn't participate in the discussion as he saw a few messages on the common chat group of the entire first year that everyone had been attacked by these machines.

This chat group was almost never used in this tournament so as to not give out any kind of information at all, but this was clearly an abnormal situation.

His brows furrowed as he read through the chats.

So this wasn't aimed at me? This is why they were weak?

After all, not everyone was as strong as their group. For a majority out there, it wouldn't be an easy battle.

But there was more information in those chats which caused him to raise his eyebrows.

They 'felt' a protection when these beasts attacked them? Is that what I felt as well when that beast managed to land a hit on me?

Eryndor recalled the protection based Mystical Artifact which was used in the tournament to protect the students from the unintended factors.

In a way, if it was indeed the Cyborg Outer Domain which sent these machines through the new entrance, they were indeed external entities.

So nothing would've happened to me anyway. Just what was this all for?

He thought back to the information given by Caulin and his messages.

Yes, I geddit.

Why would the Cyborg Outer Domain bother sending such weak robots to all the students present here? Or even to me alone?

I don't think Co-founder Morris would risk telling them my identity.

And if my guess was correct, Caulin regarded this information as important enough to concern humanity as a whole.

This entire attack doesn't seem like it, literally no student was hurt. What could be counted as something significant enough for humanity?

Eryndor instinctively arrived at the answer.

Guardian Sol.

Did something happen to him?