Legend of the Cyber Heroes-Chapter 78 - The Sky Tilts

78: Chapter 78: The Sky Tilts

78 -78: The Sky Tilts

If Yuki were still a flesh and blood human, such an attack would have made no sense except to strip away all his skin and muscle.

But cybernetically enhanced people are different.

Below the external armor of Yuki’s arm, there lies a sensor system and an independent storage system; additionally, because he was accustomed to setting data interfaces on his wrists, the prosthetic body he chose this time also had a relatively independent information processing system on the arms.

These additional features were set up outside of the power system.

Even if all these devices were peeled off, they wouldn’t even slightly impair the movement capabilities of the prosthetic arm.

And these structures became the tools he used to eke out a bit of attacking space for himself.

Although these structures were fragile, it would still take the dog a bit of time to completely destroy them.

And during that bit of time, it was enough for Yuki to exert his power to pull out the power system from his own arm and then vigorously stab inward.

Just like Will Grand Duke, Ulster Granddog had retained a face within his mouth, a human face.

And now, only half of it remained.

A light blue mist of blood sprayed from the dog’s mouth.

The intense pain overshadowed the signals between the nerves.

Yuki’s arm was immediately released, and then flipped and twisted, tearing off one of the dog’s legs—or more precisely, ripping most of the fibers from a certain area of a leg—preventing him from assuming a defensive stance, and then Yuki pressed down on the dog’s lower limbs and tail with his body weight, while simultaneously punching the dog’s abdomen.

The artificial fiber muscles instantly tightened.

Governed by the “fibers contract upon electrical stimulation” pattern, the power system was either strong in one direction but weak in another or moderate in all directions but capped at a lower limit.

However, the power it could provide was quite considerable under a unit of volume.

At the same time, since the artificial muscle fibers were made of a flexible material, they also possessed a significant degree of shock absorption.

This was one reason why the Granddoug father and son did not choose external armor.

But in the next instant, Yuki spread his five fingers and forcefully penetrated the muscle of the Old Dog’s chest.

Even in agonizing pain, Ulster knew life and death hung in the balance.

The angle at which Yuki attacked was cunning, perfectly opposing his jaw.

His mouth, as powerful as hydraulic shears, could not attack.

The only limb he could still move was immediately raised, attempting to activate a group of heavier counterweights to break the joint of Yuki’s wrist.

However, Yuki’s other hand, now reduced to a sharpened forearm skeleton dripping with blue blood, was also raised at the same time.

And then, stab!

Yuki’s prediction far surpassed Ulster’s.

That last movable limb was also pinned down by Yuki.

The Old Dog bellowed, struggling to free itself.

Its forelimb, disregarding the damage to the muscle fibers, erupted with full force.

Yuki’s arm was immediately ripped from his shoulder.

But almost simultaneously, Yuki turned his fingers, snapping two of them at the base while tearing away a whole bunch of muscle fibers.

Then, punch.

The Old Dog was hammered into the dirt, his strike hitting nothing but air.

Yuki swung his arm again, destroying the muscle fibers in his chest.

Then, a flurry of punches.

Between that punch and the next, Yuki confirmed something—the Old Dog had not added any additional cushioning layers inside his armor plate due to the exceptional shock absorption properties of the artificial muscle fibers.

The same reason was “heat dissipation.” The requirements for heat dissipation systems weren’t low for artificial muscle fibers, and since the Granddogs were covered in biomimetic fur, their heat dissipation was already problematic.

So, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch…

Yuki threw a flurry of punches!

The force of the punches acted upon the dog’s armor layer, creating some form of resonance with the framework.

Yuki’s fists moved at such a high speed that he even generated ultrasonic waves.

And these ultrasonic waves penetrated through layers of alloy protection, seeping near the Old Dog’s brain tissues.

Ultrasonic waves can disintegrate cellular structures.

The Old Dog’s biological brain was damaged, and even his coherent will was scattered.

His limbs twitched, no longer able to issue correct commands.

—He was doomed.

This was the realization he came to in his final moments.

With the extraordinary cellular resistance to damage of a Benchmark Man, he still had milliseconds left to think.

In that instant, a command was sent.

By the time it took effect, Yuki was too late to prevent it.

The Old Dog’s battery surged to life, and all its energy was poured into the signal transmission device.

In that moment, Yuki felt a surge of interference within his signal receiver.

At the same time, he also received a clear-text signal.

[You’re doomed.]

Yuki realized something was wrong.

He immediately abandoned the corpse, ran out of the tunnel, and looked up at the dome of the sky.

Ulster Granddog had just sent out a signal.

And it was not any ordinary short-wave signal but a microwave signal—one that could penetrate the ionosphere given enough energy.

In other words, the satellite could receive it.

And under such circumstances, he was calling on a satellite for what…

even a fool could figure it out.

“No need to panic.

The government allocates resources based on rank.

This Old Dog, cutting himself down to fit into his Imitation Beast Path, couldn’t possibly be someone important.

From what I can see from his prosthetic resources, he couldn’t have requested something like a space-based laser weapon—it’s the cheap disposal methods like space-based kinetic weapons that are the preferred choice.”

If it was a space-based kinetic weapon, then it couldn’t possibly be launched from the horizon or from lower regions of the celestial sphere.

To achieve maximal force, the launch platform would most likely need to be near the apex of the celestial dome.

The lowest speed for a satellite in near-Earth orbit is the first cosmic velocity, 7.9 kilometers per second.

Below that speed, it would fall to Earth.

The speed of a satellite in a higher orbit would be slower, but its aiming range would be wider.

And the fastest speed for any satellite movement is the second cosmic velocity, 11.2 kilometers per second.

Above that speed, it would escape Earth’s orbit.

Then, the space-based kinetic weapon, from launch to impact, took approximately eleven minutes.

The man-made celestial body near the dome…

Moving speed…

After acquiring the intelligence, Xiang Shan immediately turned around.

He had only about 16 minutes.

Since it was about dumping trash, it was very possible that it wasn’t just one shot.

He had to find a safe place before that time was up.

He rushed back into the Great Stockade of Organization Z with a violent explosion.

Yuki was nearly toppled by the blast wind.

The little girl, startled by the sudden change, burst into tears.

Yuki, seeing Xiang Shan’s prosthetic body damaged, was shocked and wanted to ask what exactly happened.

But Xiang Shan didn’t give him the chance.

He grabbed the storage device that contained his own memories, then hugged Yuki and the little girl, running as fast as he could.

—Damn it…

I must increase this kid’s transformation rate…

Since Yuki and the little girl hadn’t undergone many enhancements, their ability to withstand G-forces was extremely limited—especially the girl, who didn’t even have a fully formed brain-machine barrier.

Xiang Shan had to keep the acceleration to a very low level, just barely within the little girl’s tolerance limit.

Yuki send a brain message: “Master, what’s happened?

Is someone coming to kill us?”

“Trouble.” Xiang Shan simply said.

Despite being frantic, he never once considered the idea of escaping alone.

And in this instant, it seemed to lock into place with a scene deep within his own memories.

He seemed to be running desperately in the depths of a passageway…

running…

running…

—Who am I really?

Where do these memories come from?

—And that car in the memories…

was I the one driving, or the one beneath the car…?

—Whose hand was I holding…?

—When are these memories from?

—Why Martial Arts…?

Just then, disaster struck.

The first to arrive was the ground rippling like water, followed by the massive sound in the air.

Above the passageway, cracks grew at the speed of lightning.

Xiang Shan accelerated, then suddenly turned.

This was the corner closest to the passageway exit, and one of the shallowest.

Xiang Shan knew he couldn’t go above ground.

The Old Dog had just died, and it was certainly a time when satellite surveillance was at its strongest.

To show his face rashly would only invite a series of tracking strikes.

No martial arts could withstand the overwhelming bombardment from space-based weapons.

He was also carrying a child whose brain-machine barrier had not yet fully developed, and his speed was greatly limited.

So this was the safest place he could find.

Xiang Shan used his body to shield the two children, pressing tightly against the corner wall.

The girl cried and screamed desperately, kicking wildly.

Yuki held the girl tightly, watching the apocalyptic scene in utter terror.

Then, the earth shook like water.

More shocks came.

……………………………..

Inside Recycling Station Town, Doctor Schultz had just seen his last patient, stepped out of his clinic, stretched, and was preparing to close for the day.

That was when he heard a commotion.

Not knowing what had happened, Schultz looked down the street and saw many people pointing at the sky.

The doctor looked up.

Then, he saw a sight he had never seen before.

Near the sky’s dome, many fiery stars with long tails plummeted toward the horizon, so numerous they almost formed a pillar of fire.

Subsequently, the ground shook, and the houses around him started to collapse.

Doctor Schultz quickly recorded the terrifying scene with his prosthetic eye.

That day, within hundreds of kilometers, everyone witnessed it.

This was the legendary wrath of the Protector.

However, very few people knew that this spectacle also signified something else.

“This region has produced a Great Hero…” the Town Mayor watched the scene, trembling with fear.

—Hero Shan, Yuki, you little devil…

good luck to you.