Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 204 One Punch Surpasses All (Seventh Update)

Valerie's breathing was exceptionally clear in the enclosed cockpit as she stared intently at the three rapidly approaching red dots on the tactical interface.

The AI's voice remained steady, but the information it provided was not optimistic: "Target locked. Enemy units one and three are equipped with heavy rotary machine guns, and unit two has an armor-piercing rocket launcher on its left arm. Estimated contact time: fifteen seconds. Recommendation: Prioritize avoiding the first volley of fire from unit two."

Almost as soon as the AI ​​finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in the distance—the rocket on the shoulder of the second "Onimusha" came hurtling towards them, trailing white smoke!

Valerie instinctively tried to maneuver her power armor into a tactical roll, but the suit was a beat too slow to respond, and that sticky feeling returned.

"Attitude adjustment assistance activated. Shield energy focused on the frontal impact point." The AI's prompt was almost simultaneous with the operation.

Instead of making an exaggerated dodge, the massive red power armor body slightly bent its legs, and multiple posture control nozzles on the soles of its feet and the sides of its legs suddenly burst out with short but powerful blue flames, propelling the machine to move half a body length away in a seemingly clumsy but actually incredibly precise side slide.

At the same time, the light blue shield aura that was originally evenly distributed in front of them instantly became so dense that it was almost tangible in the direction of the incoming rocket!
"boom!"

The rocket exploded almost grazing the edge of the shield, the shockwave causing the massive machine to shake, the shield surface to ripple violently, and the energy reading to drop slightly for a moment, but the structure remained intact.

"Shield effectiveness has decreased by 7.3%. The threat has not been eliminated," the AI ​​calmly reported.

The other two "Oni Warriors" took this opportunity to flank from the left and right. The heavy rotary machine guns began to roar wildly, and bullets poured down on the red power armor's shield like a metal storm, stirring up continuous energy ripples.

"Shield overload risk increased. Recommendation: Proactively engage in melee combat to break the enemy's numerical advantage." The AI ​​proposed a new tactic.

Valerie gritted her teeth and pushed the joystick forward: "Approved! Lock onto the right target!"

The red power armor once again demonstrated "efficient" maneuverability, contrary to its bulky appearance, thanks to precise AI calculations.

Instead of engaging in a shooting contest, it braved the hail of bullets raining down on its left, its leg thrusters erupting once more, propelling its massive fuselage forward towards the "Onimusha" on its right that was firing wildly.

The pilot of that "Onimusha" was clearly not expecting the other party to charge at him so directly, and to increase its speed so quickly in such a short time!

He instinctively stopped firing, tried to back up and raise his robotic arm to block, and at the same time his slightly surprised shout came through the channel: "It's charging! Cover me!"

But it's too late.

As the distance between the two sides rapidly closed to less than ten meters, the AI's prompt sounded again: "Right arm power gauntlet activated. Target: Enemy unit's chest armor core area."

Valerie felt a unique, deep, and powerful vibration coming from the control stick in her right arm, as if her prosthetic arm was not holding a control stick, but some kind of living force eager to be released.

She saw on the monitor that a force field, imperceptible to the naked eye and distorting space, was instantly generated on the surface of her right fist in her power armor.

Without hesitation, she pushed the joystick forward hard, following the guidance on the auxiliary interface!

The red power armor's right fist, carrying an unstoppable momentum, slammed directly into the "Onimusha's" hastily raised parrying arm and the chest cavity behind it!

There was no deafening crash, nor sparks flying as metal tore apart.

Instead, a more eerie, teeth-grinding cracking sound emerged, as if millions of pieces of glass and metal were simultaneously crushed into dust by some invisible force. The disintegrating force field on the power boxing gloves reacted like a hot knife cutting into butter, or more like an eraser wiping away pencil marks, upon contact.

The Onimusha's high-strength alloy-forged parrying arm instantly disintegrated from the point of contact, turning into a rapidly spreading cloud of metallic dust that flickered with faint electric sparks!

Next comes the breastplate, the internal skeleton, the intricate wiring, and even the cockpit itself...

All matter within the range of the power boxing gloves was instantly pulverized and annihilated at the molecular level!
The upper half of the "Oni Warrior's" body looked as if an invisible behemoth had bitten off a large chunk, leaving a huge hole with irregularly melted and shattered edges.

Through the hole, you can even see the barren ground behind it.

The wreckage, stripped of its core structure and power source, swayed slightly before collapsing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The battlefield, which had been filled with the sounds of gunfire just moments before, fell into a moment of deathly silence.

In the channel, only the last half of the scream from the destroyed "Onimusha" pilot remained, abruptly cut short, along with the crackling sound of an electrical short circuit.

Valerie herself was stunned. She watched as one of the enemy unit's signals went out instantly on the monitor, and then, through the optical sensor, she saw the shockingly huge hole in the chest of the "Onimusha" and the surrounding metallic dust that had not yet completely landed.

She subconsciously moved her mechanical right hand, feeling the vibrations transmitted through the control lever gradually subside.

The power of that punch far exceeded her expectations, and it even made her feel a chill.

"Target one, annihilation confirmed." The AI's voice broke the brief silence, as if it had just completed a routine data recording.

Meanwhile, on the Ghost Hound's position, Colonel Hansen abruptly lowered his binoculars, his face filled with shock and excitement.

"My God...did you see that?" He turned to his adjutant beside him, his voice rising slightly with excitement. "That punch...it completely vaporized most of the 'Onimusha's' chest cavity! Not just pierced through, it utterly disintegrated him!"

The adjutant was equally shocked, nodding repeatedly: "There are absolutely no signs of conventional damage... This kind of destructive mechanism is unheard of. The weapon that His Excellency the Sage has brought out this time is completely beyond our comprehension."

Hansen stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness in his single eye: "Immediately encrypt and transmit this combat log back to headquarters. If our 'Fangs' could also be equipped with this weapon..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes said it all.

On the defensive position of the Lhasa Road squad, "Butcher" stared through his visor at the dark red power suit in the distance, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the control stick. Unlike the shock of the others, his weathered face showed an almost obsessive expression.

“The perfect melee solution…” he whispered in the squad’s encrypted channel, his voice filled with barely suppressed desire. “No need to penetrate armor, ignore defenses, one-hit kill. This is the power that power armor should have.”

He stared intently at the lingering energy ripples on the right arm of the red machine, as if admiring a masterpiece of art.

"If only our squad could be equipped with this kind of gear..." he muttered to himself, then ordered over the channel, "Attention everyone, record all combat data. Especially the details of how those power gauntlets are used; I need the most complete analysis report."

As a seasoned mercenary, he knew all too well the value of this weapon in close combat. It was not just a new piece of equipment, but a revolutionary weapon capable of changing the rules of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)