Biological Supercomputer System

"That's a lot of guards," one of the Chimaeric Demons said, glancing inside the generator

room.

"Maybe Mira was right, and this is a trap."

"Don't jump to conclusions," one of the other clones said. "Maybe they simply amassed security here, thinking it would provide better protection for such a critical facility."

Amber nodded. "They had probably been scared by the death of the barrier masters and placed as many defenses as they could here to protect the barrier generator."

"This is stupid," one of the clones said. "Putting all these guards in one place is risky. They've left other important areas with less protection. It would make more sense to spread out their forces evenly."

"I partially disagree," another clone said. "Think about it-these generators are their most important asset. If we destroy them, their whole defense system fails. By putting all their forces here, they've created a strong defensive position. Anyone trying to attack would face too many enemies in this small space. It's like walking into a trap."

The third Chimaeric Demon studied the room.

"What do we do?"

"We could create a diversion," one of the Chimaeric Demons said. "Draw their attention to one side while we destroy the generators from another."

"Too risky with these numbers, and the room is too small," Amber said. "They will surely overwhelm us before we make any real progress."

"What about your warping powers?" the second clone asked. "Could you teleport us inside? We can strike and flee."

"I don't think we will be able to go far even if we teleport," Amber said. "They'd spot you as soon as you appear."

"A frontal assault?" the first clone considered. "We should be able to do it..."

"It would just cause our deaths," another clone cut in.

"Yeah," Amber said. "It's too dangerous, and we need all of you alive for the remaining Vindicators."

A clone looked above. "The ventilation system might work."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Something they can't defend against." Amber understood as soon as the word 'ventilation,' was pronounced. "My birth brain crystal power."

"Indeed. It's our best option," the clone said. "Quick, lethal, and it will destroy the generators, too."

"But the gas will fill the entire room," Amber said. "They will try to get out. Those generators look sturdy. They might resist a couple of minutes, and when they see the gas is killing them, the guards will try to get out."

The third clone smiled-Erik's smile, but with a harder edge.

Amber's heart skipped a beat as she watched him smile. It was exactly like Erik's smile-the same slight curve of the lips, the same sharp look in his eyes. She had seen this expression many times before when Erik was planning something during their missions.

Seeing it on his clone's face stirred complicated emotions. This wasn't Erik, not really, and yet... the mannerisms, the tactical thinking, even the slightly predatory edge were all over him.

"We will block them."

There was a pause. "If we stay at the doors, we will be able to prevent them from surrounding us, and the number of people will stop them from directly attacking us. More than that, the corrosive gas will push them to attack each other to get out."

"Yes, but that poses exactly the same problems as all the other plans. There are still too many enemies."

"That's true," another clone said, "with the difference that Amber's clone will actually take care of them."

Amber considered their plan. Her gas had proven devastating against the Vindicators, leaving nothing but liquefied remains. Against hundreds of soldiers, in an enclosed space, her power was bound to make a slaughter.

The strategy relied on the guards' panic to work against them-as they tried to escape, they would fight and trample each other, accelerating casualties beyond what Amber's power alone could achieve. With the Chimaeric Demons blocking all exits, only the soldiers directly facing them could mount an attack, while those trapped in the room's center would succumb to the corrosive fog.

"It will be a massacre," she said.

"We need those generators destroyed."

The clone was right. The more those things kept the barrier up, the worse it was for the troops outside the walls.

Based on the plan, no Chimaeric Demon should have joined the battlefield yet, but the undead were not infinite, and the blackguard's defenses were massive. Sooner or later, they would completely destroy the undead, and then the Chimaeric Demons would be forced to join the attack in first person.

The sooner that barrier was brought down, the fewer casualties among the clones there would be later.

The third clone pointed to the upper walkways. "There's a maintenance alcove up there, hidden from view. It's the perfect spot for you to release the corrosive gas."

Her gas would flow downward, filling the room in seconds.

"You'll have to hold every exit," she said.

"Can you really hold back this many people?" Amber asked. "If even one group breaks

through..."

"We won't let them escape."

Amber took a deep breath. "On my signal then."

The Chimaeric Demons went near the exits, close enough to be able to act as soon as Amber released the corrosive gas but far enough to not be seen by the guards inside. As soon as Amber warped and released her power, it was going to be on them to prevent the blackguards

from escaping.

Amber waited for the clones to be ready, then gave her own signal and warped inside.

She materialized in the maintenance alcove above the generator, crouching in the narrow

metal space.

The large room below her was packed with equipment. Rows of machines hummed loudly, while hundreds of guards in black armor stood watch.

They were placed around the important machinery, weapons in hand. Not one of them thought to look up to where she was hiding, not knowing they were about to face death

coming from above.

She activated her birth brain crystal power.

The deadly gas poured from her body like a waterfall, flowing down into the room. The cloud spread quickly across the floor in all directions.

The guards didn't notice until it was too late-by the time they saw the gas touching their boots; it had already surrounded the closest group of soldiers, giving them no chance to warn

the others.

Screams erupted as the corrosive fog spread. Soldiers rushed for the exits, only to find the Chimaeric Demons waiting there already.

The first clone engaged a squad, trying to break through the main door. He released many starlight fireballs, which also set the fog on fire, creating a double-destroying effect.

But Amber released more, which made the area even deadlier. The lucky ones that reached the exit got kicked back. Bodies flew backward, crashing into their comrades and creating a mess.

"Keep them inside!"

The second clone faced a similar group, who were trying to escape through a side exit. They attacked with various powers-fire, lightning, projections of various types.

Most of the attacks ended up on their own comrades, and the few ones that went past them

were not fast enough to hit the Chimaeric Demon, albeit it wasn't easy even for them to avoid them in such a cramped space.

The third clone guarded the emergency exit, where the most dangerous wave formed. Elite troops charged at him while the fire and the corrosive gas burned and liquefied their bodies. The clone shifted between forms, mostly small, and avoided the attacks he could. Screams turned to gurgles as it ate through armor, flesh, and bone. The generators sparked

and sizzled as their components dissolved.

"The gas-ARGH!"

"Don't let anyone through!" A clone shouted.

More soldiers died trying to break past the Chimaeric Demons, but despite their numbers and brain crystal powers, they couldn't match the clones' raw power.

The battle was far from easy for the clones. Despite their powers and combat experience, they

got hit many times.

Energy blasts burned them, swords cut them, and powerful blows broke their bones. What saved them was their healing power-they recovered from wounds that would have killed anyone else. Of course, at the cost of their mana. Fighting so many enemies at once in narrow corridors pushed the clones to their limits.

They were fast, but not fast enough to avoid every attack. They were strong, but there were many strong people among their enemies. In the absence of Amber's powers, they would also

have been dead.

Then emergency lights flashed as critical systems began shutting down. The generators couldn't resist anymore.

The gas ate through everything-organic and inorganic alike.

The generators collapsed one by one, their metal unable to withstand the mana-powered corrosive gas. Power conduits exploded as systems failed.

Finally, the screams stopped. The last escape attempts ceased. Only the hiss of dissolving material remained.

The Chimaeric Demons held their positions until Amber gave the signal. When she warped down to join them, the generator room had become a scene from hell-dissolved bodies,

melted equipment, destruction absolute and complete.

"It's done," she said.

The clones nodded, their expressions grim.

In the distance, more explosions sounded from the hangar. Whatever was happening where

Erik was, they had done their part.

The generators that powered the Law Gate's defenses were destroyed. The Chimaeric Demons were going to take care of the rest, but the Vindicators were still around.

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