Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 661 The True Meaning of Extraordinary

"Forgetting the idea of ​​being born human, and completely regarding oneself as an existence like a ferocious magical beast, wouldn't one become no different from an animal?" Baler, perched high on the shoulders of the demonized armor, spoke eloquently, waving the steel brush in his hand.

Sek shook his head helplessly, tossed the cotton swab soaked in lubricant aside, and patiently explained, "Imagine... I'm asking you to imagine yourself merging with the matching monster, not to actually eat raw meat and drink blood like an animal."

Several new recruits, who were also being punished for their defeat, gathered around and asked their squad leader, "Boss, how do you imagine this thing? There's a world of difference between humans and beasts. I can't imagine myself walking on all fours and breathing fire."

"That's because your understanding is too superficial!" Gregor muttered, feeling he had grasped a bit of the point.

Upon hearing this, Santas immediately retorted, "Then tell me, how can I delve deeper into imagination? Do I have to eat and sleep with the griffin and figure out what's going on in that stinky beast's head?"

Several new recruits who had also merged with griffins burst into laughter, interjecting, "What could this guy possibly be thinking? Eating mutton every meal... finding female griffins to mate with, and keeping a close eye on the eggs he lays!"

The equipment room erupted in laughter.

Gregor smacked his squad of soldiers on the head with a cotton swab and said angrily, "What's so funny? In tomorrow's combat training, I will personally demonstrate to you... how to take down that alchemical beast even faster, in the same way as today."

"Want to make a bet?" Santas challenged.

"Let's make a bet. I didn't perform well today. How about we see who can take down the target first?"

Seeing the two squad leaders getting into a sparring match, the other soldiers immediately started egging them on, "How about a bet! We'll wash each other's underwear for a month!"

"Why don't you bet that whoever loses has to lick a piece of the wasteland wolf's shit?"

"Hey! Don't be stubborn, offending the instructors will ruin everything!" Sek immediately stepped in to smooth things over. "What I'm thinking is... it's been so long since we got our magic armor, why haven't the instructors equipped us with the weapons we need? Is the only way for Starfire Warriors to fight to rely on the iron fists of the magic armor and the occasional malfunctioning magical beast spells?"

The crowd fell silent... This question had long puzzled all the Starfire Warriors. The demonized armor was indeed extremely powerful in close combat and defense, but even if they mastered all the unarmed combat skills and combined them with their increasingly proficient spell casting abilities, they did not seem to be able to unleash its full potential.

During their weekly nightly study sessions, they had personally witnessed the images of the magic stones brought back by the reconnaissance airship.

In the numerous battles that erupted between the Lizardmen and the Beastmen deep in the wasteland, almost every time both sides committed nearly ten thousand troops. In such large-scale battlefields that were veritable meat grinders, the small-scale combat groups like the Starfire Warriors were like a drop of ink in a vast ocean, hardly having any decisive impact on the course of the battle or the outcome of the war.

If His Majesty hadn't personally come to inspect and review them, and hadn't clearly expressed his praise and confidence in them, most of the soldiers would probably have felt that their future role on the battlefield was... just like what the instructors said to them.

A bunch of "iron cans" who can only passively take a beating.

After a long silence, the youngest soldier finally murmured, "Who cares... At least compared to other recruits, we not only get to see His Majesty in person, but we also get the same salary as ordinary officers. The canteen provides customized meals with meat every day, and the medical institute even prepares magical potions to improve our physical condition from time to time!"

In the past, such treatment would have been unthinkable.

The older recruits chuckled, "See? Still a hothead with big ambitions. He doesn't think things through properly. He just wants to enjoy life first." The equipment room door was flung open from the outside, and the instructor's voice rang out like a devil's whisper.

"What's all this commotion about? Aren't you busy enough with armor maintenance and cleaning? Do you want to have some extra physical training at night too?"

"Sir, we don't want to..." the soldiers replied immediately, their voices trembling.

Seeing that the intimidation had worked, the instructor suddenly revealed a strange smile, "You guys are lucky tonight, no academic classes scheduled... but you've gotten some benefits."

Benefits? The crowd was still reeling from the surprise of the cancellation of academic classes, and they stood there dumbfounded.

What benefits? A reward from His Majesty? Or a sudden, delicious treat?
Sek keenly noticed that something was off with the instructor... He was talking about giving them benefits, but his face showed a mocking and gloating expression.

Sure enough, the instructor revealed the truth that filled them with fear and despair the next second.

"A team of high-ranking bloodline warriors from the Northern Army's Special Operations Independent Regiment will arrive at the training base tonight to personally equip themselves with magical armor and conduct combat drills with you."

At this point, the instructor's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Didn't you always feel that even as Starfire Warriors who control the demonized armor, you never truly experienced what it felt like to be extraordinary? Now the opportunity has arrived... Bloodline Warriors will be equipped with basic demonic armor that has only been fused with the souls of weak demonic insects, and they will fight against you bunch of weaklings who have fused with powerful beast spirits, showing you what it means to be extraordinary!"

"True extraordinary..." Upon hearing this, Seker felt his heart pound faster than his surprise and fear, and a strong desire to win filled his entire body.

If... if one could truly achieve a deep fusion with the soul of a monster, one might be able to defeat a warrior who is unarmed but whose bloodline is only connected to a weak insect soul!

"Clean up the equipment room, then head to the underground training ground immediately." The instructor's cold gaze swept over everyone, carrying a veiled warning. "Remember this: no matter how badly you lose tonight's special training, I don't want to see anyone wet their pants or beg for mercy. As your instructor, I can't afford to lose face like that!"

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The underground training ground, located directly below the special training base, is over a thousand square meters in size. It is surrounded by sturdy and thick obsidian walls, and the top is inlaid with magic stone lamps that provide ample lighting, as if it were daytime.

After the new recruits were equipped with their respective demonized armor and assembled underground one after another, a group of bloodline warriors, also dressed in demonized armor, walked in with unusually heavy steps.

The instructor, abandoning his usual strict attitude, greeted the leader, nicknamed "Iron Head," with a beaming smile, "Iron Head, is this your first time wearing the magic armor? Should we give you some time to warm up and get used to it?"

A rough laugh came from inside the armor, the voice unusually contemptuous: "Warm-up? Aren't these greenhorns in front of us the perfect warm-up targets?"

"Dean, don't worry! Considering we used to be colleagues, we won't beat your precious trainees so badly they'll poop and pee."

(End of this chapter)