I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

[Commander, please speak.] The judge looked serious.

"The original return plan has been cancelled. You guys should build an air defense line here. Wait for me to come over." Sun Yang said this and hung up the phone.

Stay put? The judge looked east. She knew that a second batch of reserve troops were stationed there, ready to support and block the enemy. The commander was in charge there. What was he going to do?

"Judge, the tactical figures have arrived at the defensive perimeter. What's the next step?" The Executioner asked on the public channel.

"The commander told us to build a defensive line here. Withdraw our forces, redeploy our positions, and wait for the commander to arrive." The judge spent a few seconds reorganizing his position. The surrounding Iron Guard machines and Jaguars were scattered among the nearby concrete rubble.

There is no better shelter here than the ruins of a concrete building. The thick concrete walls and complex environment make it difficult even for radar to detect you hiding inside.

When the judge had set up his position, a nearby early warning drone detected a thin metal stick only about one meter long coming from several kilometers away.

[Isn't that the Commander's spiral sword?] The Judge didn't intercept it, allowing it to break through the defense line and pierce straight into the roof of a nearby abandoned building.

With a burst of fire, Sun Yang, wearing a full suit of armor, emerged from beside the spiral sword. No matter how many times I saw the judge, I still felt it was outrageous.

"It seems we've found a new way to advance... We can also prepare the teleportation coordinates later..." Sun Yang drew his spiral sword, cast a controlled fall spell, and jumped down from the roof. Meanwhile, the humanoids that had escaped from the military base also ran in from outside the defense line.

"You arrived so quickly! Do you cherish this Transcendental AI so much? It seems she calls herself a Duchess?" AK12 teased Sun Yang as he leaped from the rooftop in a hurry. "It seems the old humanoids are no longer favored. I can't help but shed a tear for the AR team."

"These are just magical little props prepared for the future. We should always save more cards in hand. Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Sun Yang waved the spiral sword and teleported the tactical figures in front of him back to the main base.

"What about us?" the judge asked.

"Recover the personality data and destroy the puppet on the spot." It's faster to transfer a single memory than a large number of puppets. "But before that, take care of the little flies that come here to investigate. We can't let them see our technology."

***

"Headquarters, headquarters, we've seen signs of fighting at Node City 36." The F- Comet pilot activated the communication channel after taking off, but after several calls, there was no response. There was only a rustling sound on the channel, and the air base could not be reached.

As expected, someone launched an electronic warfare offensive, and a strong sense of unease lingered in the pilot's heart.

The F36 Comet he was flying did not seem to be an excellent fighter. Based on his experience as a pilot, this fighter had excellent maneuverability, but its endurance was about the same as that of a 70-year-old man without prosthetics.

What exactly got past Vladivostok's radar? What's the purpose of these territorial intruders? Or is there a betrayal within?

There was no doubt that the war had begun before he even noticed, but since the Fourth Corporate War, the intensity of the conflicts between the various companies had been restrained.

Presumably, the enemy would not deploy many troops this time. Unless he was particularly unlucky, there was a high probability that he would be able to return alive to report the situation after a simple patrol.

But the pilot was still surrounded by a strong sense of uneasiness. He turned on all the detection equipment on the plane, but there was no feedback from the enemy on the instruments.

But at least the short-frequency radio was still working. The pilot felt something was really wrong and couldn't help but communicate with the captain.

"Captain, did you find anything?"

[Idiot, what are you doing?! You're going to get us killed!] The captain of the fighter squadron yelled.

"Our crappy fighter jet would have been discovered long ago. Captain, do you have any clues? I don't see anything resembling enemy troops, nor do I detect any signals. Damn, I think the scanning equipment is broken."

"It's possible. We only have a few operational aircraft; the others are backed up for repair. Even for a second-line unit, this is too much of a stunt..." The captain muttered, "Let's just fly out and circle around and leave. Let's send ground troops over to take a look. We can't see anything."

"Okay... Wait, are we being targeted?!" The pilot had barely finished speaking when a warning beeping sound echoed from inside the plane, signaling a targeted attack. However, he couldn't see any enemy forces, either on radar or with his naked eyes.

As a fighter jet used for air combat, the F36 Comet is not equipped with a lot of equipment. But today's weather is very good, and the sky is clear.

Where was the target coming from? Was it the army's anti-aircraft missiles?! But this is Soviet territory! Could someone have hijacked the land-based anti-aircraft missiles?

Could it be rebels? But the nearby air defense positions are all in the Far East. There's no air defense base in the ruins of Node City 5! Damn border guards, what are you doing? How did the enemy get the missiles in?!

Damn it! Damn it! The pilot cursed furiously in his heart while nervously watching everything in the sky. His fighter plane had some chaff and infrared jammers, but he couldn't just release them casually; he had to find the right time...

Soon, he saw the direction the missiles were coming from. In the empty sky, dozens of missiles flew out as if they had appeared out of thin air, heading towards the F36 Comet.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The pilot desperately made maneuvers. Relying on the fighter's excellent maneuverability and various jamming equipment, he barely managed to dodge this batch of missiles by increasing the radius - he was so close to this batch of missiles that he could even see that these small missiles were probably less than one meter long.

Huh, huh, huh... The pilot's eyes went dark. Even after undergoing cyber-transformation and having a stronger body, he barely managed to avoid fainting. But his captain and teammates didn't seem so lucky.

A panicked cry came over the radio, and then it was silent. In the blackened field of vision, the pilot saw that the surrounding fighter planes had not been able to shake off all the missiles, and were caught by one or more of them, turning into falling balls of fire.

He was only alive because dozens of missiles were evenly distributed among the surrounding planes, and he only survived because of luck.

His life was also on the countdown, as he realized that if he continued to maneuver for another five minutes, there would not be enough fuel in the tank for him to return home.

"No, no, I want to make an emergency landing, I, I want to stay alive... I will be captured..." The pilot accelerated as hard as he could, but the air in the distance began to fluctuate.

Nearly a hundred small missiles appeared out of thin air, all flying straight towards him.

"Mom..." The pilot only had time to whisper before his F36 Comet was blown to pieces by the saturated missiles.

578 Some conversations on the way back

Metal fragments and the remains of some living creatures tumbled across the Siberian wasteland, creating fluffy clouds of snow. These light fighters, which only had mobility, had already been destroyed by a terrifying number of air-to-air missiles.

Originally, Sun Yang had simply intended to test the combat prowess of this giant corporation. If the opponent proved too strong, he'd hide the transport plane, cast a spell, and quietly slip away across the Siberian wasteland. If all else failed, he'd dig a deep pit in the forest and bury himself there for a week.

An oxygen tank and a game console are enough for him to pass the time. Anyway, Sun Yang won't die even if he is buried in the ground.

But judging from the results, the operating logic of this world has become very strange due to the control of giant companies, and even the military technology developed is weird.

The design specifications of these light fighters are quite amusing and nonsensical. But perhaps the design concept of these light fighters is not wrong, and perhaps their configuration and scheme are very suitable for combat in this world.

After all, for giant companies that have budgets to finance even a single conflict or a small war, this light fighter is very cost-effective.

But a "real" war will not consider such ridiculous cost-effectiveness issues.

Advanced Warfare's Atlas Corporation is likely to be on par with these giants in terms of armor and long-range firepower, and may even have some advantages. After all, they actually have the ability to airdrop tanks.

As for air power, it has a real advantage. At least Atlas can build real large aircraft.

Of course, they are far behind in terms of power armor and individual combat effectiveness. Those wearing exoskeletons will inevitably be defeated by the cyborg Superman.

In Sun Yang's opinion, if war is to be waged, then the newest and best weapons must be prepared, and soldiers must be armed with the most powerful firepower, the strongest power, and the toughest protection. Then, even stronger weapons must be developed to be used in the war.

If a weapon is abandoned for deployment and research and development because it is too expensive, then the ground forces should simply not have heavy mechanized forces, and only trucks and infantry will be enough.

"The fighter jet is like a paper tiger," Sun Yang muttered as he looked at the shattered fighter jet in the distance. "And the fighter pilot was killed. Although I know that prosthetic implants and Mewtwo training have lowered the training threshold, this pilot is being used too casually."

"Perhaps it's because the lives of the people here can only be treated as consumables. They seem to be cheaper than our Iron-Blooded Dolls. Commander, all the mobile factories and data cores have been assembled, and the remaining puppets have been destroyed." The judge on the side took over the conversation and pointed to the Iron-Blooded troops behind him who had completed their assembly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sun Yang rubbed the judge's hair.

"It's our duty. Call us again if necessary." The judge said sternly.

Sun Yang waved the spiral sword and teleported the Iron Blood troops, who had lifted their alert and completed the packing work, back to the main base.

Commander, the enemy's second batch of fighter jets is expected to take off in 15 minutes and will be here in 20 minutes. Transport aircraft await further instructions.

The transport planes in the air didn't respond to Sun Yang's complaints, primarily because their simple AI wasn't designed to handle people speaking. They would only send real-time information to their superiors and commanders after completing their combat missions.

"Wait for me to go up." Sun Yang did not stop. He simply patted his inner potential, then enchanted the spiral sword with magic and threw it upwards.

In the air, the spiral sword transformed into a spear with a hook and pierced into the armor plate on the side of the transport plane.

Sun Yang gripped the feather tightly, his body crumbling into dust. Then, a figure reshaped from the ashes emerged from the side of the spiral sword. The undead's methods of teleportation were always so bizarre.

"Let's go." Sun Yang drew out the spiral sword, opened the cabin and got in. He then used repair magic to restore the damaged armor plate to its factory condition.

[Message from Director Crouch: Professor, the varying lifespans of the transport plane's components will affect operational efficiency! Please board the plane in the normal manner!] The voice of Oasis Military Design Director Crouch came from the transport plane.

"This kind of situation is inevitable during a battle. It's okay once or twice." Although Sun Yang knew that this was not a good thing to do, he still made an excuse.

The two remaining transport planes at the scene started their engines, maintaining stealth mode and accelerating. Sun Yang secured himself with his seatbelt to prevent himself from crashing into the wall due to the sudden acceleration.

The extremely fast acceleration of the transport plane made Sun Yang feel uncomfortable with the seat belt. He simply closed his eyes and used random thoughts to distract himself.

Come to think of it, the feeling of summoning and recycling troops seems a bit like a game mod. It seems to be called something like Pocket Dimension...? This Pocket Dimension is summoned from something called the Paradox Engine. It seems to be a mod for Red Alert?

Sun Yang wasn't sure if it was a side effect of his zombie transformation or if he simply couldn't remember clearly. He couldn't even remember if he'd ever played it before. After a long moment of contemplation, the only thing that came to mind was the name "Paradox Engine" and the fact that it was a sky fortress.

Sky Fortress is pretty good.

Sun Yang closed his eyes and continued to think about some subsequent issues. Although relying on the scientific research power of various worlds, the humanoids successfully used a bunch of incompatible technologies to create effective military equipment, but to this day, there is still a problem that still bothers Sun Yang.

He felt that he needed a mobile base, a base that could carry all the supplies needed for combat, stay in the air for a long time and fight.

When he returns, he may not have enough time to build a solid underground military base and release production capacity again.

If Sun Yang remembered correctly, the main timeline took place from 2062 to 2064. If they rushed to build and fight at the same time... time would be a bit tight.

Sun Yang didn't like gambling; he disliked risk. He believed everything was best prepared before proceeding. Even waiting for V to arrive in this world, for that famous scene to unfold, was a matter of caution.

We couldn't afford to gamble on the production capacity of our T-dolls, so the answer was obvious—it was time to build an aerial battle fortress. While it felt like a hassle, there were also examples we could learn from. The XCOM world had many giant aerial fortresses, and their design experience could be used as a reference.

Sun Yang got to work right away. He had gotten used to the acceleration of the transport plane. He opened the communication panel and called Crochi. Soon, Crochi's serious face appeared on the screen.

"Why are you so serious? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Or are you in trouble? I will do my best to satisfy you."

Sun Yang looked at the gray-haired scientific research figure across from him and couldn't help but sit up straight. This was his treasure, the most crucial figure in improving the combat effectiveness of the entire figure.

My lowest point is being pierced through the buttocks by a humanoid. Sun Yang prepared himself mentally to ensure he wouldn't be too hurt during the call.

"Because you, Professor, don't usually call me or chat with me about family matters, I concluded that there was either a problem with the transport plane, or you've used your incredible imagination again and asked me to design a new weapon of war. Either way, it's pretty terrible," Croc explained.

"I want an aerial battle fortress. One with super strong firepower, super strong endurance, super thick armor, high internal self-circulation and self-repair, and the ability to deploy, manufacture, and store large numbers of troops." Sun Yang explained to Croce. Every time he made a request, Croce's face became uglier.

[Why don't you ask me if I can build a super battle robot?] Crouch seemed to have some mental problems and began to change the subject very abruptly.

"Don't we have combat mechas? Isn't that the newly designed tactical humanoid body?" Sun Yang looked puzzled.

[At best, it's just a top-of-the-line armored cavalry, not a Gatling Tower... My dream is to build a Gatling Tower...] Croki muttered to himself while looking up at the ceiling.

"So you mean, it's unrealistic?" Sun Yang asked anxiously, rubbing his hands nervously.

What is the Getter? Is it a Gundam? As someone who hasn't watched many mecha anime, Sun Yang only knows that the Getter is a big, powerful robot.

"How about a compromise? Let me build a Getter robot as a decisive battle weapon?" Crocchi spit out bubbles.

"I don't know Geta..." Sun Yang had to admit that he was just an idiot and knew nothing in this area.

"I can tell you don't understand. If you knew, you'd definitely yell, 'Don't let me build it,' or 'I can't build it at all,'" Crouch said helplessly, turning over. "I'm just complaining about the seemingly endless workload and presentations you give me. A super battleship, huh? Not a super robot, but not bad either... Transforming is a real hassle, though."

"We don't need transformation, do we?" Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his head. Any machine involving a transformation system would become extremely complex, and the failure rate would increase significantly.

"We've been to so many worlds, and we haven't even found a single example of a transforming Kouhu giant ship. Well... if you don't want to transform, we actually have a ready-made solution." Krocchi immediately sent Sun Yang some demonstration data and images.

"Is this... the upgrade plan for the XCOM Avenger? I don't understand the following." Sun Yang flipped through the pictures, his knowledge base did not allow him to understand these things.

This is new spaceship technology developed by scientists in the XCOM world. Actually, I got this technology from you—that's what Commander Renna, the psychic-powered XCOM commander, said.

Spaceship? Sun Yang still remembered what he had done before. In the XCOM world, he had run to an alien spaceship in low Earth orbit and forced the alien elders to activate the spaceship's self-destruct mode, blowing it up.

It seems that after peace came, scientists from that world recovered the wreckage of alien spacecraft that was not completely destroyed and obtained some useful technologies from it.

(See Chapter 464 for the alien spacecraft's self-destruction.)

"I thought these technologies would be useful, so I sent some T-dolls to provide support. I never thought they'd actually be useful one day." Croc waved his hand, indicating no problem.

"So, how many years will it take to complete? If it's too difficult, I won't force it." Sun Yang asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Three or four months will be enough. The automated factories in the end-of-America world have enough equipment to build the aerial fortress you desire. We need technical verification... mainly to see if the professor can move the fortress in one go. If that's too difficult, I'll just have to build an aerial fleet." Krocchi poured cold water on Sun Yang.

Sun Yang still needs to perform the teleportation across the world, and the teleportation will consume Sun Yang's blue bar, and sometimes the soul must also be used as fuel to fill it.

For a humanoid with a large number of mind cores and automated AI heavy engineering equipment, building a fortress is not a difficult task. The work efficiency of a humanoid is much better than that of a human.

"Let's do it first. The teleportation capability must also be verified first." Sun Yang believed in Kroki's strength and encouraged her with his momentum.

"Personally, I'm really looking forward to the day you summon the Bastion," Crook perked up. "But Professor, you'll need some help. A lot of the blueprints require the assistance of XCOM personnel. I'll leave the diplomatic aspects to you."

These are still no problem. Sun Yang decisively agreed. Although he knew that he would encounter many difficulties, these problems would not disappear if they were not solved. Sooner or later, he would have to face them.

579 Return to the XCOM world to prepare

Two days later, Sun Yang finished the finishing work of the operation and arranged the humanoids to do their respective tasks.

The situation in Night City remained complex, but no powerful individual appeared to threaten to blow up the entire city. The tactical humanoids continued to wander around in groups, carrying their newly recruited humanoids, and the teleported undead remained well-behaved.

Those who like to help others are stationed in the slums where they mix with street gangs. Each of them has his own creed and style of doing things.

Some people choose to abide by the relatively reliable local rules and act as guardians in the local community.

They will tolerate acts like smuggling and theft of company property, and may even help cover them up, but they are powerless to intervene in property disputes caused by the company, as this could lead to the destruction of the community.

And some undead cannot tolerate bad behavior. They fight with all kinds of people every day, including local community members, gang members, scavengers, mercenaries, and even NCPD. As long as they see bullying of the weak, they will stand up and fight.

When fighting the NCPD, the Dolls will intervene, as they are currently considered their own. However, when a company hires someone to collect a debt, these undead, who only want to practice their own justice, will run out from the end of the street, showing the people of Night City what a true physical superman is.

Most lone wolves and group mercenaries do not possess the combat power to match these powerful undead.

These undead who are obsessed with helping the weak basically have a set of armor and weapons reinforced with cuneiform stones, and common kinetic weapons cannot even leave a mark.

During this period, the mercenary industry became extremely difficult, even collecting rent was difficult. It was already a dangerous business, but now it was even more difficult.