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If a major overhaul is needed, a small landship would have to be found to tow it back so that Master Ke could come on his own. No one can fix that bunch of double-tracked, interlocking road wheels. Fortunately, Master Ke didn't use any special bolts; he used Old Xia's Star Alliance standard fasteners, which slightly reduced the difficulty.

Then if you add a complex thing like this that needs to withstand huge shear forces, the team responsible for daily maintenance will really be unable to do their job. This thing is already quite technically demanding, and most of the problems can only be solved by replacing the whole thing.

Besides the mounds of earth, they were also digging trenches and bunkers, which puzzled Patriot. "These things of yours are of no use to the demons."

“No, sir, this is for it!” A Reunion “militia” pointed to the Titan crew who were debugging the vehicle and fire control system. “You don’t want to know what the surroundings will look like when it’s firing in a bit.”

The high-temperature compressed Originium vapor sprayed wildly in four X-shaped directions. People nearby either had to stay far away or obediently stay behind cover, otherwise, getting sprayed would be extremely unpleasant.

"What exactly does a demon look like?"

“Uh…” Patriot glanced at the person who asked the question, “You’d better not know what they look like. Otherwise, it will become even stronger for you.”

"Titan crews are all in position!" All four super-heavy tanks are in their designated positions, with engineers frantically piling up dirt behind them. "The other crews are building their positions."

The transport vehicle unloaded the disassembled thermoelectric cannon and small electromagnetic crossbow and installed them on a temporary gun platform.

“Ranged attacks are not very useful against the demons.” Patriot looked at the busy infected. “However, they can slow down their speed and reproduction rate. It would be best to weaken most of the fragments in places you can’t see them, otherwise they will contaminate the warriors even if they die.”

"Shieldbearers, step forward!" Patriot raised his power halberd, its molten blade gleaming intensely. "Fighting the demons is not your responsibility. But here, you are the first and only line of defense. You are warriors, and they are not! If you don't want to die a horrible death on the battlefield, then take a step back now!" No one moved.

"Very good. The upcoming battle may be the most severe since we came to the snowfield, but it will definitely not be the last!"

The eyes beneath Patriot's helmet glowed faintly red. He had a rough idea of ​​why there were demons. It seemed those new generation of guards weren't exactly well-behaved, which was to be expected.

"Where are they?" The Sarkaz mercenary who came with Mudrock and W crawled out of the tank's turret and stood on the vehicle to ask. As a Sarkaz whose blood was filled with fighting, explosions and bloodlust, this thing was simply the most exciting vehicle he had ever driven.

"Look at the clouds—" Patriot looked at the icy desert ahead, an endless expanse of salt flats and icy mud, until wisps of black began to appear on the horizon. "They're coming. The black land is the domain of demons. When you see this land, you are already standing on the land of demons..."

"Yes, according to the intelligence you provided, their main force is about 20 kilometers away, barely within firing range..."

Sarkaz crawled back into the turret and pulled the cover shut. These demons were rumored to be very strange in Ursus, so it was best to be careful.

"Load Dragon Flame Explosive Bomb No. 1, dual-feed mode. Everyone put on earplugs and do not move around inside the vehicle!"

The commander sat in the command position, watching through the observation window as the black line on the horizon gradually widened and thickened. "Maximum elevation angle!"

The gun crew, wearing huge earplugs, vigorously turned the handle to lift the main gun. The loader pulled four shells from the rotating ammunition rack and chugged them into the drum-like structures on either side of the gun.

This is an automatic loading device added by the customer service representative. It can fire four shots in quick succession. However, due to reliability issues, everyone considers it a one-time use device and only uses it in critical situations. Normally, manual loading is still preferred, since a slower rate of fire is better than having it jammed and taking two hours to repair.

"Everyone take cover, we're about to fire!" The engineers jumped into the trench as if they were being chased by something, and quickly ran away. What followed was four explosions less than 3 seconds apart. The shockwaves from the X-shaped jets on both sides of the track slammed into the ground like giant hammers and then spread outwards.

Sparkling points of light danced around the vehicle like a swarm of fireflies, while the mound of earth that bore the weight of the vehicle's weight had become crescent-shaped, with the rear of the vehicle almost completely embedded in it, and chunks of earth constantly rolling off from both sides.

A row of red dots flew into the distance, with built-in timers and high-power detonators igniting low-power conventional gunpowder, blasting open the cartridge cases and spreading out pure Originium ground into fine dust with a diameter of 0.01 millimeters. Then, four launch tubes popped out, triggering Originium Arts, and instantly a wall of fire rose up on the entire horizon. The light of the flames even surpassed that of the sun, enveloping the entire position in a distorted orange-red halo.

"Loading, don't stop!" The black line on the horizon had almost no effect, spreading rapidly and steadily toward the position.

"Hmm, it's having some effect." Patriot nodded slightly. An abnormal color in the firelight indicated that some demonic larvae had been blown to pieces.

Although the fragments are also threatening, they are much easier to deal with than a complete demon.

Thanks to its enormous size, the Titan has a very high ammunition capacity, typically carrying over 60 rounds of standard ammunition, plus special ammunition.

If the size of the projectiles isn't too outrageous, it could hold over 90 rounds, making it a mobile ammunition depot. If someone were to penetrate it, the explosion would be quite spectacular.

The leaf cooler was operating at high speed, and a visible frost-white Originium Arts halo emanated from the gaps in the shell, constantly displacing heat energy. Some of it was utilized in the form of Originium Pulses, while some was simply recycled as waste heat, causing the heat medium water to turn into high-temperature steam and be ejected.

The temperature inside the vehicle was rising continuously. Everyone could almost hear the bubbling sound of boiling water coming from the coolant tank. Even with a refrigerated box, it only turned the temperature inside from a furnace to a sauna.

Titan had almost never fired so rapidly at maximum rate of fire, let alone fired so many shells at once. Under normal circumstances, their previous four-round burst would have wiped out an Ursus reinforced armored company, leaving no trace of its ashes. If they were lucky, an entire armored battalion would have been wiped out on the spot.

Therefore, this hellish feeling was something none of them had ever experienced before, but the black earth slowly approaching and expanding on the horizon sent chills down their spines.

If any Ursus general dared to launch a massive bombardment, at least half of his army group would have been wiped out by now. Yet, the enemy hasn't even changed its tactics, nor has it launched a long-range counterattack.

"What will their counterattack be, Your Excellency Patriot?"

"Their counterattack? They never retaliate. You'll know once you see them. Just seeing them is their counterattack."

The bombing continued. Although the enemy's location was still nowhere in sight, all the long-range weapons were firing with great enthusiasm, and some people even began to think that the demons were nothing special.

After all, they haven't caused any harm to their own people yet. On the contrary, Patriot said that at least two immature demons on the other side have been destroyed.

However, as time went on, the long-range firepower gradually declined. Cooling, reloading, reloading, and even some tanks needed to have their gun rails replaced. Logistics support vehicles were already in place and were replacing the main gun barrels of the Titans.

Because there was no design for an externally accessible magazine, resupplying ammunition was a truly appalling experience. It was almost entirely done by manpower to carry the ammunition to the depot. It was terrifying to think that if these people accidentally knocked a Dragon Flame Explosive Bomb off, half of the position would be wiped out on the spot, without even the evil spirits having to lift a finger.

"They're coming! Try not to look at them! Don't be afraid, fear is their greatest weapon and food!" The black substance spread across the plains, gradually rising and transforming into something like a small mountain.

Hundred Eyes, countless "eyes" flashing with green fluorescence, opened on every part of his body, like a dense mass of pustules. The mere sight of them caused the battle-hardened Shield Guard to tremble uncontrollably.

The black liquid spread out, transforming into countless limbs. At the ends of these limbs, thousands of eyes of all sizes opened, spinning around and around. The tangible and intangible pollution proceeded almost simultaneously.

Embedded within those pustules were individual Originium particles, which were releasing some kind of effect field and resonating with the Originium particles in the Terran nervous system. It was like an upgraded version of Black Serpent technology, or perhaps something else entirely.

Besides the Dragonfire Bullets and Melt Cannons burning its body and evaporating tons of black fluid, crossbow bolts and kinetic shells can only helplessly embed themselves in it and then be visibly digested. Whether it's some kind of perverse pleasure or some other purpose, you can see dense skeletons in the fluid, not only human ones, but also animal ones, and all sorts of other miscellaneous things.

The monster emitted a strange sound that was both mocking and shrill, "Takelili!!"

"Evil forces grow stronger through cognition. Do not be afraid, do not allow them to read even a trace of your thoughts, and resist them!"

The Wendigo exoskeleton head can effectively resist this penetrating force. The demon becomes stronger because of cognition, not because it itself becomes stronger, but because you are influenced by your cognition of it. It's like a computer that has been infected with a Trojan horse—you become weaker, which makes it appear stronger.

Another type of "cognitive reinforcement" is that demons have amorphous forms and a certain strange ability to create things.

Therefore, when it recognizes you and gains knowledge from you, it literally becomes stronger.

As one side gains and the other loses, the so-called characteristic of "becoming stronger because of what you know" naturally forms. This knowledge usually refers to seeing the demon with your own eyes. In terms of the combat distance in Terra, the distance of seeing it with your own eyes is almost the same as the distance at which you have been attacked.

Hallucinations and nightmares will haunt you for the rest of your life. You will be eager to immerse yourself in them and bring more people to see them for themselves. Only a very few people will be able to break free from this control.

Describing a demon with words or language is useless. Of course, it is also because of its amorphous, strange, fluid body that you cannot actually describe it in words or in conventional ways. However, photos and videos will show you the countless pus-like eyes on its body, and those patterns and distributions have a certain psychological suggestive function.

Even before truly entering the demon's "territory" and setting foot on the contaminated land, the infected had already suffered significant non-combat casualties. However, for some reason, the Sarkaz seemed largely unaffected.

Of the four crews, the one controlled by the Sarkaz mercenaries was still functioning normally.

"Commander!"

"Load it, fire the hell out of it! This thing is giving me a headache!" Bob was called back because of the mudslide, and then he fell in love with the Titan tank at first sight—"This thing is way cooler than the Crab!"—and now he is the commander of one of the tanks.

"Boom!" Flames exploded inside the demon's body, turning it into a terrifying, gray-black bubble. Through the thin, light gray skin that had swelled, one could see the disgusting liquid inside drying and twisting under the high temperature, with the bones and debris inside shattering and burning away.

"Pfft!" The outer skin ruptured, and the internal fluid, like a starlit night sky, gushed out, quickly forming another amorphous thing on the ground. This thing is the "Fragment of the Demon". They have no gender and will constantly devour other life and matter to develop into new demons.

"The demons have a core inside their bodies. Once the core is shattered, they're doomed!" Patriot stood in front of all the shield guards. This was why the Terrans couldn't bombard the demons; their firepower was too close and too weak to accurately hit the core, and even if it did, it wouldn't destroy them.

There are two ways to deal with the demon: either have the Wendigo, who is not particularly afraid of the demon's influence, engage in melee combat and directly find the free-floating core and destroy it, or have the inner guards, who have been transformed by the demon's fragments, rush in and, before they are assimilated into the new demon, use their willpower to move within the demon's body, grab the fragment, and destroy it.

In other words, for every demon to be destroyed, at least one inner guard must be sacrificed. When an inner guard can no longer control his impulses, he will go to the snowy desert to find a demon to perish with.

"Shieldbearer, prepare for melee!"

"No need, we still have one more weapon!" Suppressing the mental suggestion that her head was throbbing like the soldiers on the front lines, Kal'tsit pressed the remote control, and four shielding devices deployed at the top of the heat tower. Then, a beam of dazzling, scorching sunlight shone upon the demon.

Steam and smoke continued to rise, their volume rapidly shrinking, and internal objects were constantly being ejected as the fluid surrounding them was catalyzed. Finally, after about one minute of concentrated sunlight, the solar tower stopped working.

The sunlight on the snowfield alone wouldn't have this power; it's energy combined with internal thermoelectric power. Old Xia originally intended to use it as a laser to counter meteorites.

However, the effect was indeed amazing. The demon withered completely, and was almost reduced to just a thin skin covering its body, which had shrunk by two-thirds.

"Loading armor-piercing rounds, that glowing thing is the nuclear core!" Although that silver-gray geometric structure without a single gap didn't seem like something natural.

The crew, recovering from dizziness and fear, aimed their main gun at the core that was trying to recycle matter and create more black fluid, which seemed like an incomprehensible man-made object.

"Bang!" Multiple armor-piercing shells hit it, and with the direct hit from the thermobaric cannon, the core, which was the size of a small room, barely collapsed. It was like liquid metal, and after being pierced, it bulged out like bubbles, eventually turning into a soft, useless, silvery-gray unidentified gel-like substance.

"Destroy those fragments!" Compared to the complete demon, these fragments are much easier to destroy. Cut them open, smash them, and stomp the still-forming, shimmering silver-gray substance inside into the ground. That thing is beyond saving.

These silvery-gray shimmering particles are the real "demon fragments." The bodies of the guards are implanted with this substance, which continuously transforms their flesh into this black, unidentified fluid. As a result, if the guards' protective suits leak or are actively released, it will form a demonic black earth, and the fluid fragments will quickly affect the minds and bodies of those around them.

The demonic invasion has temporarily ended. However, this is only the beginning, and just a very small-scale infiltration. There were only a few juveniles and one complete demon, and the rest were just fragments, cannon fodder that could be evaporated with a single shot.

"Anything contaminated by evil spirits is unacceptable, burn it all..." The debris included corpses, metal, weapons and armor from an unknown era, and a jumble of strange, mostly digested substances that were unrecognizable.

What should we do with the ground?

"It will naturally purify itself after a while, so don't worry." Patriot relaxed a little. He had to admit that these heavy artillery vehicles had been a great help.

Otherwise, he would have predicted even higher casualties, and most of them would have been "deaths" rather than the current "injuries".

However, the actual losses were also significant, with nearly half of the people suffering from psychological suggestion and attacks. According to the Patriots, they could no longer send them to fight the evil spirits.

Because the next time they see evil, the mere act of seeing it will be enough to shatter all their psychological defenses.

This is also what makes demons so sinister; apart from a very few exceptionally gifted individuals, most people are no match for them.

No matter how valiant they are, it's a one-time event. Even if they don't die, they will be left with irreparable psychological damage. Hallucinations and nightmares will constantly plague them, and then be triggered when they witness it a second time.

Even after Terra entered the modern era, with the development of psychology, psychological intervention can reduce the frequency of attacks.

However, this only guarantees a normal daily life; facing evil again is virtually impossible.

However, the Titan tank performed very well. The crew suffered very little psychological interference, and most of the damage was physical, meaning it was a direct neural attack that found the effect field rather than psychological suggestion. This was mainly because, apart from the gunner who was aiming, most of the crew did not see the demon.

This made everyone, including Patriots, realize that the only way to deal with evil was probably through a vast array of "bloodless and tearless" steel machinery.

Human minds are too fragile. This kind of thing that targets the fragile minds of mortals... let heartless steel deal with it.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Pleasure Field of Bagpipes

Chapter 55

The battle against the demons consumed over 2000 rounds of tank ammunition, and nearly 100 tons of ammunition and consumables for various thermobaric cannons and long-range weapons. This does not include the post-battle cleanup and the various casualties and injuries caused during the battle. Not to mention, the number of people needing psychological correction is almost enough to fill the Rhodes Island medical department.

The screams of the guy who had nightmares every night were almost continuous. Fortunately, enough tranquilizers were provided in time to barely solve the problem. This is also why Ursus almost never uses a regular army group to fight against the demons.

They all rely on war sorcerers guided by drones, armed Wendigos, and the Internal Guard as elite forces.

After all, demons, even if numerous and well-equipped, are ineffective and may even cause a mass exodus.

The defenses on the farm side were relatively better. Most of the shield guards who engaged in close combat were determined and had been able to follow their father on the snowfields for so many years. Although the demons had also caused serious psychological damage, the situation was much better for them.

Most of the engineering troops were in the trenches and didn't see much of the evil spirits. Apart from the gunners who suffered heavy losses, the tank troops were almost all spared, since they couldn't see anything from inside.

The biggest loss was that the heat collection tower was destroyed. This thing wasn't actually used as a weapon, especially since it also involved the high-energy laser that Lao Xia had haphazardly built based on the little bit of related knowledge he learned in high school.

Honestly, it was lucky that it actually launched in the end; expecting it to be as reliable and reusable as other equipment was just wishful thinking.

On the contrary, the soil pollution brought by the demons is the most troublesome. It cannot be purified by any means and can only be left to decompose naturally. Those patches of land as black as mud clearly tell everyone that the northern demon defense line no longer exists.

At any moment, evil spirits may descend from the south, and this is a completely open conspiracy. Even if you go to the young emperor to complain, it will be useless. The Imperial Guards are the knives in his hands, and these people on the farm are just thieves who have no choice but to compromise. Besides, it's easy to explain to the Imperial Guards.

Your farm is located in such a large area of ​​Beiyuan. They can't invade directly and can only take a detour. So it's not normal that the blockade of the evil spirits was delayed by three to five days.