I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

In the ancient times of the Dark Souls world, witches who mastered the power of fire burned the towering stone ancient trees. The skill was passed down secretly and with great difficulty, and finally reappeared in the hands of Strade.

After all, even in the era of Dark Souls 2, Strider was a powerful wizard who spent long years in stone. He had witnessed the decline of the Age of Gods, visited the Chosen Undead, and learned the spells of a true witch.

It was a vibrant, chaotic flame. Sun Yang watched as the flames devoured everything in their path, as if possessing the will of some living being. Some of it spread upward, devouring corridors, windows, and reinforced concrete buildings, while others spread downward.

This signal tower is made of reinforced concrete, metal walls, and some alien alloys. However, the alien alloys are not used much, and it is mainly built with reinforced concrete and metal plates.

Compared to ordinary fires, the flames cast by Strider were incredibly hot, even igniting the outer walls. No, how could this steel plate ignite? I actually saw metal burning. Isn't this a bit outrageous?

Sun Yang felt like his common sense might be off. After all, besides using buffs like intense sweating and inner potential, he only knew how to cast a large fireball. When it came to spells, Sun Yang was just an average student, casting spells from a textbook, while Strider was the one who wrote the book.

Strade emerged from the flames and looked up to see Sun Yang. His defensive spells and black robes resisted the flames.

Spells can easily lead to self-destruction. Those who aren't well-versed in spells often die from a lack of control over the fire they summon, being burned alive by the flames they summon. Only those who are meticulous and cautious, and who constantly train and study, can become a qualified spellcaster.

Sun Yang had expected Strider to be slow in his work. After all, while Dark Soul's spells were powerful, they were only effective in terms of individual firepower. Unexpectedly, Strider's spellfire was quite efficient.

The chaotic flames quickly engulfed the remaining half of the building. Some city maintenance personnel had already rushed to put out the fire, but it seemed that neither carbon dioxide nor simple high-pressure water spray was very effective against this kind of flames.

"Can you still do this kind of thing, Strade? I was wondering if you need my help." Sun Yang looked at Strade walking out of the fire and said admiringly.

"Usually I can't use this kind of spell against enemies. Most of the enemies I face are either agile or skilled in magic," shrugged Strade. "This kind of spell with only a wide range is not up to par. At best, it can only bully immobile targets."

Well, that's true. The combat environment in Dark Souls is different from other places. After all, in that environment, strong combat means strong combat. Many people can survive a whole machine gun magazine, walk briskly while wearing nearly 100 kilograms of equipment, and run as fast as Usain Bolt while carrying extremely heavy weapons.

Fan-shaped attacks are indeed impressive, but it's not so impressive when someone rushes up and chops you down with a single blow, despite your scattered firepower. Otherwise, Strider wouldn't be so fond of the Crystal Soul Gun; it's powerful enough, and thanks to its magical properties, it also has a tracking function.

"Well... although it's a bit inappropriate to say this. Can you put out this fire? It won't burn down the whole city, right?" Sun Yang said with some concern.

"I have injected enough magic power into these flames, and they will naturally stagnate when the energy is consumed. I have no penchant for killing, and I will not use the kind of flames that devour everything. That would be dangerous for me." Strade explained carefully.

Fortunately, Strider was just a curious scientific magician, not a battle-crazed maniac eager to pursue souls. Just because Sun Yang could travel to other worlds, Strider couldn't possibly disobey him. Without Sun Yang, those unknown worlds wouldn't be accessible.

The signal tower was shattered on one side by the concussion bombs, and on the other side, it was constantly exploding with the flames of chaos, and it was on the verge of collapse. Sun Yang grabbed the drone and reunited with Strade, and took the Iron Blood artillery vehicles that had missed their concussion rounds back to the base. He then called the XCOM commander.

"Commander Lunna! I've completed my mission! When will you launch your attack?"

The response was a voice synthesized using psychic energy. Sun Yang adjusted the communication device and barely heard the other party's words.

"You really know how to surprise me... You almost razed the entire building to the ground. The second-line combat personnel and the resistance forces we arranged have launched attacks around the world, and XCOM's attack team is ready. It's up to me now!" Commander Lena's voice was ethereal.

Sun Yang adjusted the communication device for a long time before he could finally see the other person's face clearly. It was an incarnation wearing a black tights and holding a psychic amplifier in his hand.

Commander Lena has actually changed her appearance. She uses her powerful psychic power to possess the body of the avatar created by Taigen.

Commander Lunna's original body was capable of powerful psychic abilities, but it was extremely frail. While daily life wasn't a problem, high-intensity operations were definitely not possible. Due to her physical limitations, Lunna's psychic abilities couldn't be fully utilized.

However, this avatar's body was the most suitable carrier for an elder. It contained immense life energy and psychic potential, and its clothing and equipment could amplify psychic energy. Sun Yang's communication device had problems because the psychic energy emitted by this avatar interfered with the communication.

"Are you kidding? I won't miss the final battle! Let's go, Strade! We can't miss the last good show!" Sun Yang pulled Strade over and held the teleportation feather in his pocket tightly.

The magical power contained in the feather teleported Sun Yang away from his original location, targeting Sun Yang's spiral sword.

"Don't be so excited, Master Sun Yang." Stride took out a bone fragment of return and followed Sun Yang back.

479 The Final Battle (Part )

When Sun Yang regained consciousness, he was already inside the XCOM cabin. He was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, each wearing a power suit made of alien alloy and wielding plasma weapons. They were all ready to give the aliens a taste of their own medicine.

However, the soldiers' expressions were indeed quite strange when they saw Sun Yang. Sun Yang looked down at himself in confusion. His clothes were fine. He then looked at Rukatiye, who was calmly resting his weapon next to him.

"Is there something strange about me?" Sun Yang stood up and shook off the dust on his body. He had just clapped his hands twice when the spiral sword flashed with light, and Strade arrived a step late.

"Where did you come from?!" The XCOM soldiers were shocked by this unimaginable method of teleportation.

"What's so strange about that? He's a master of psychic powers, and those chosen ones can all teleport in a targeted manner. Just because we can't do it doesn't mean they can't." A man who was calmly cleaning his gun said.

"Master of psychic power? But I've never felt a trace of psychic power in him. To be honest, it's really strange." Many elite Knights Templar saw Sun Yang for the first time. They could clearly feel the surging vitality in Sun Yang, but he didn't have any psychic power at all.

"Don't worry about that. Sun Yang is our ally. That alone is enough. Welcome back, Sun Yang." A disembodied voice echoed from the next room. The surrounding XCOM fighters stepped aside, and an avatar emerged. It was Commander Lunna, whose mind had already been transferred. She would serve as a vital psychic force on the battlefield.

"Hmm?" Sun Yang heard a puzzled sound from Strade behind him. He took off the iron mask on his head, wiped it, and put it back on. "Are you really human?"

"I haven't met this person before. Is he your new friend?" Commander Lunna remained calm, but didn't answer Strade's question.

"This is Strade, my old friend." Sun Yang pointed at Strade. Although he had always been loyal to Sun Yang, to be honest, Sun Yang still didn't dare to truly consider him his friend. Maintaining this kind of mutually supportive relationship was fine, but really entering into the other person's inner world would not be a good thing for either party.

There was no need for a heart-to-heart talk; it felt strange. Just being partners on the same front was enough. This wasn't some hot-blooded shounen comic; as long as there were enough benefits, Strider would remain loyal to him.

"Master Sun Yang is my lord. Naturally, I serve him with all my heart and soul." However, Strider seemed to have a different perspective. He seemed to insist on maintaining a certain strange persona in front of outsiders.

"Strider, do you really like the identity of the chief magician of the court so much?" Sun Yang complained silently in his heart.

"Huh? Monarch?" Although Commander Luna felt completely baffled, with the decisive battle imminent, she didn't intend to dwell too much on the details of the title. As long as she could eliminate the aliens once and for all, that was enough.

"Commander! The psychic gate is about to be activated, please be prepared!" Tegan's voice came from the communicator. He operated the complex instruments to make the final charge for the psychic gate that could lead directly to the alien's nest.

"Professor, don't we have to participate in the battle?" The humanoids from the oasis also popped their heads up nearby. After all, Sun Yang had already dispersed the Iron Blood troops to the locals to strengthen their fighting power, and they were still worried that Sun Yang might be short of troops.

"No need, just wait here for my good news. I have a large army under my control..." Sun Yang reached out and touched several heads with different hair colors, but Antonina and Croce still shrank their necks and avoided him. They were still a little embarrassed about this kind of thing.

Their concerns were quite normal. Sun Yang knew the strength of the alien elders, but not the humanoids. In their view, their professor was merely relying on his immortality to fight on the battlefield.

"I can fight, too. Professor, Commander, if you can build the Aegis..." Crochet patted his chest, "I can fight too."

"No, that kind of thing can't be built in reality, right?" Sun Yang looked at Crouch, who looked a little excited. "And why should I send scientific research dolls to the battlefield? I don't lack people."

"Kroki just felt like driving a mecha out to fight. It's a pity we don't have that kind of mecha. At least not the kind in the animations." Antonina complained from the side.

Sun Yang's power armor was a modified version of Fallout and Advanced Warfare. Although it had been modified beyond recognition, it still resembled a giant, durable tin can. None of those slender, poorly protected, and powerful mechas were there.

"Ahem, sometimes I miss the days of fighting in the oasis. The professor is really something. He lets me do scientific research and drive mechas to fight. Although we don't have to fight now and our lives are better, I still miss the glorious days of the past sometimes." Croki laughed it off.

"Professor, I have some good news for you. We've figured out the propulsion technology used by the local alien transport ships. With this technology, we can build powered armor for long-distance raids. However, the local scientists still don't know anything about it. Should I share this technology?" Krocchi privately informed Sun Yang.

"It's okay. The locals will learn these technologies sooner or later. We might as well take advantage of our good relationship now and conduct joint research together - but that will have to be after I sort out this mess." Sun Yang exchanged pleasantries for a while, and when Kroki wasn't paying attention, he touched her long gray hair.

Crouch opened his mouth and said nothing, but watched Sun Yang walk to the gradually lit spiritual door.

"Are you done with the greetings? I say, you really don't plan to bring those robots over? Or bring those mass-produced robots that look exactly the same?" Commander Lena waited patiently for Sun Yang to greet others or say goodbye.

"Why should I put away the manpower I have worked so hard to deploy? Don't worry, with me here, we will never lose this battle." Sun Yang glanced at Lena, then sat down on the spiral sword stuck in the floor.

Commander Lena could clearly feel a large amount of discrete energy around her being sucked into the spiral sword and then injected into the body of the man in front of her.

"Can I try it?" Commander Lena looked at Sun Yang who was sitting in front of the spiral sword.

"Please do as you please." Sun Wu didn't mind. Lunna controlled her avatar and sat down before the spiral sword. She touched the metal rod, but aside from a burn on her palm, there was no reaction. It wasn't possible without being immortal. Those without the power of fire couldn't recharge through the spiral sword.

The time for greetings passed in a flash. When the psychic gate was completely stabilized, the soldiers gathered in XCOM rushed into the psychic gate under the leadership of Commander Lunna. Behind Sun Yang were Rukatiye and Strider, who had remained silent.

Rukatiye returned the armored coat to Sun Yang. She still liked light and flexible clothes.

480 Entering the Lair

With a crackling sound, the unstable vortex of the psionic portal stabilized in Commander Renna's grasp. She strode in, followed by XCOM's elite warriors, armed to the teeth. Besides the XCOM, several Templars, Reapers, Skirmishers, and Sparks followed behind.

This is not a game. Although it is normal that only three people can sneak into the top of the Psychic Tower, this is entering from the Avengers' home, so it is impossible to limit it to six people.

As Commander Lunna and several XCOM soldiers entered, the psychic portal behind them immediately began to tremble unsteadily, as if a powerful force was trying to close it. However, Lunna simply released a vast and subtle psychic force behind her, forcibly stabilizing the portal.

"Come here quickly!" Without Lunna's urging, the rest of the people rushed in quickly. When Sun Yang ran in, Lunna immediately felt the extremely surging spiritual energy impact, and she had to retract her power.

"Hey, hey, hey, Sun Yang, those guys seem to be very scared of you." Lena shook her arms and took the amplifier filled with psychic energy in her hand again.

"I can't say." Sun Yang held the spiral sword and looked at the scenery in front of him provocatively.

This seemed to be an extremely wide platform, stretching as far as the eye could see. Thick metal floors and massive pillars stood in neat rows around the perimeter. The ground and supporting columns here clearly showed a great deal of investment.

Looking to the side, all Sun Yang could see through the transparent glass was a deep green. It felt like... the deep sea?

In addition, there are some functional buildings with alien style. They have called upon so much spiritual energy that all the buildings and instruments here appear a bright purple. It is difficult to see anything other than purple.

Before them was a projector, which flickered a few times before displaying a picture of rioting citizens being suppressed by a force of mutants who had recovered from the psychic fluctuations.

What a loss, what a needless waste. You forced our hand, but we still offer peace. Join us again, and your world will be spared.

In this strange space, an ethereal voice sounded.

"Join your mother? Who was the one who first set eyes on my body? If I kill you, the world will be at peace." Sun Yang started with a foul mouth.

"I will not join you, never. For what you have done, I will never forgive you." Commander Lena answered almost at the same time.

"Ah?" Sun Yang looked at Lena in confusion.

"They're talking about me, not you," Lena pointed at herself. "It seems you've forgotten, but I'm actually an elder. I just don't get along with these guys."

Well, that's exactly what happened. No wonder the dialogue was so weird. Sun Yang shrugged.

[Then this is where you will be buried.] The ethereal voice uttered harsh words.

"If, I mean, if," Sun Yang pointed to the glass next to him, "have these aliens ever considered that if I break the glass? This shabby underwater base will be doomed?"

"It's useless. That's not the deep sea." Commander Lunna looked back at Sun Yang helplessly. "That's just an image imitating the elders' hometown. There's a wall behind it. Everyone! Follow my command! Sun Yang, I won't command you, but I need you to stay in touch with me and avoid crossing battlefields. You are very powerful, perhaps even stronger than those elders. Make good use of yourself."

After all, Sun Yang hadn't even participated in any joint exercises with her, and he hadn't even planned to coordinate with Rukatiye. She said these humans couldn't keep up with her battle rhythm, so it would be better for them all to carry the heavy firepower and provide fire support from behind.

"Although I think the three of us are enough. But you are right, our two teams should move forward together and spread out our firepower." Sun Yang said confidently, ignoring the gazes of Rukatiye and Strade behind him.

"How complacent! You will be overwhelmed by our army!" The disembodied voice sounded again in frustration.

"You've found a way to deal with my Iron Blood Army so quickly? That's amazing. You're worthy of being an alien who has been managing the Earth for twenty years and deliberately protecting XCOM. You're quite capable. But, those are just part of my forces. If you have to say, they can be considered regular troops." Sun Yang still had a sarcastic look on his face.

Sun Yang spoke, but the XCOM side had already begun the exchange of fire. Massive waves of alien troops and mutants poured out, each unit carrying deadly automatic weapons. For a moment, the XCOM side was overwhelmed by countless plasma jets and magnetic rifle rounds.

But the SPRAKs' heavy firepower opened fire, their hull shields deflecting a large number of bullets and weakening the power of plasma ammunition, while their thick metal shells easily withstood the storm of fire.

Several plasma cannons were charged, and plasma hotter than the aliens' firepower was sprayed towards the alien positions. After the jet sprayed, large numbers of alien troops were melted.

However, this firepower was far from enough. The alien forces literally rushed over like a tide. Following Renna's orders, the XCOM members immediately dispersed and formed a position.

Commander Lena quickly issued various instructions on the communication channel, clearly specifying who was to use what equipment. These elite soldiers had long been accustomed to obeying Lena's orders, and they advanced forward in an orderly manner.

Commander Lunna led thirty elite XCOM soldiers on this mission, along with eighteen combatants drawn from various organizations. Even in close combat involving nearly fifty men, Lunna was able to command them with ease, keenly aware of their opponents' combat intentions and counterattack accordingly.

Maybe that's how the humanoids used to see me. However, I no longer need to rely on tactics to gain an advantage. My mere presence here is my advantage.

"Come on! My warriors!" Sun Yang raised the Spiral Sword high and poured his own magic power into it. The power that transcends space shone within it.

"Copy that, Commander. Huh~ Do you consider us as your trump card?" RO's voice rang out from beside his ear.

"You really kept us waiting, Ayang. You have to reflect on this when you get back. But I'm glad you're okay. You look quite energetic." AR15's voice sounded a little irritable, but when she saw Sun Yang's high-spirited look, she still smiled.

"Wow! What the hell is this place?! Are those friendly forces?" "It looks like an underground base. Yang, you called us here, it seems we have already reached the enemy's lair?" M4 and Gou Zi appeared one after another.

"Well... not for long." Finally, there was the unmotivated 16th brother. Ever since she'd adjusted to the current atmosphere at Griffin, she'd become completely sluggish. Perhaps because she didn't have to strain herself to do things every day, the tension in her head had suddenly relaxed.

"Senior! This is our first time, our first time carrying out a major operation! I will perform well! Please trust me!" A familiar voice came from the other side, although the voice was a little unsettling, like a cunning old man suddenly becoming very strong.

"Just be yourself." AK15 said briefly.

"Oh~ Commander, you finally decided to call us out. My arm is almost rusted. How about getting a new bionic arm? For example, one made of flesh?" AK12's slightly mocking voice also sounded.

"Shut up right there." AK15 shouted.

"Stop arguing! What are you all getting so excited about?" AN94 sighed. "The enemy is outnumbered this time. We need to coordinate well and fight a good battle."

"Hoo... Welcome to the Elders' secret base, AR Team, Disobedient Team, long time no see." Sun Yang felt that he still had a lot of mana left in his body. It seemed that his body had still grown a lot in this world. At this point, Sun Yang finally didn't need to hide his power anymore. He immediately sent his most powerful tactical humanoid into the battlefield.

481 Offensive

"Let's talk about the greetings after the battle. AR team and disobedient team will fight together. My request is simple - kill all the enemies." Sun Yang pointed forward.

The tactical figures arrived wearing power armor, which, as usual, was equipped with holographic lasers, rockets, and a primary weapon. However, the nozzles on their backs showed that these armors were not just bulky armor.

AR Squad and Disobedient Squad raised their electromagnetic assault cannons and faced forward in unison. In front of them were troops pouring out of the psychic gate.

The elders had only provided XCOM with pre-recorded footage. The aliens on the surface had no intention of suppressing the uprisings; they simply wanted to quickly mobilize all their forces back to defend their home base. However, many mutant units weren't unwilling to withdraw; they were simply being held back by the uprisings.

[So these machines are your trump cards? Visitors from another world, you have been scheming so hard—] Before the elder’s voice could finish, the weapons in the hands of the humanoids opened fire.

Bang, bang, bang! The electromagnetic assault cannon unleashed a deadly barrage of fire, shredding the heavily armored Andromedan aliens and armored Mutants two kilometers away. The rockets on the humanoids followed closely behind, ploughing through the entire position behind them.

The heavy infantry companies charging forward were shot through in droves. Those who retreated behind cover and advanced alternately were also met with a barrage of rockets. However, these rockets weren't particularly effective. The aliens had used alien alloys to build this underground base, and neither rockets nor electromagnetic assault cannons were very effective against these bunkers.

The aliens' heavily armored units opened fire. The firepower of nine humanoids was no match for the missiles launched by dozens of destroyers. This was why the elders weren't worried—they had already concentrated their heavy firepower. No matter how powerful an individual was, facing such firepower, they would be reduced to scrap metal.

[Evade! Evade!] The vector nozzles on the humanoids' power armor suddenly lit up, and they scattered at a speed that would definitely make a human faint.

The holographic lasers on their bodies immediately lit up and shot towards the incoming missiles under the guidance of the precision radar.

The missiles exploded one after another in mid-air, triggering a chain reaction of explosions. The violent blasts reverberated throughout the building, and even the XCOM fighters affected were vomiting on the spot.