Chapter 663.5: Yaya No.1
Vrrr!
Vrrr!!
Vrrr!!!
Vrrr!!!!
"Elemental Breath!"
"Release!!"
Brilliant blue elemental breath engulfed Evilfang's head in an instant.
The frantically struggling monster rolled and screamed, but couldn't escape the iron grip—left only to suffer the searing assault.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Evilfang's skull fractured inch by inch, dark red flesh splitting open.
The devastating power tore its shell apart.
Just as Evilfang reached its limit, two enormous vines lashed out toward it.
Detecting this via her combat helmet, Orianna immediately abandoned her attack.
She landed a hard punch on Evilfang to prevent any retaliation.
Then redirected her stored Element Fusion Energy to her leg thrusters.
Whoosh!
The massive thrust launched her heavy mechanical body forward.
That sudden acceleration helped her dodge the vines erupting from the ground.
The ground cracked loudly and quaked violently, plunging the jungle into chaos.
While scanning her mech's data, Orianna casually piloted her steel body, dodging the next wave of vines, eyes gleaming with excitement.
A horde of twisted monsters began surrounding Orianna.
A constant stream of combat data flashed across her helmet.
She glanced at their challenge levels and began drafting her battle plan.
Auto-combat program: activated!
"Hehe, Yaya No.1—it's your turn!"
With Orianna's cheerful laugh—
The charging Yaya No.1 slowly raised its head.
A bright blue glow shone from its eyes.
Faced with the swarming twisted monsters—
Yaya No.1 expressionlessly raised its gleaming foreclaws.
Harnessing the momentum of its charge, it bent slightly and unleashed a sweeping slash.
Crack!
Its razor-sharp claws tore through flesh and blood, sending chunks flying.
Ordinary twisted monsters were no match at all.
A massive raging bull charged at it, bellowing.
Seemingly clumsy, Yaya No.1 slowly raised its other claw and slashed at the bull's horned head.
Boom!
The sturdy horns were split cleanly in two.
The faintly glowing claws then sliced the bull's head in half.
The fallen bull crushed several small monsters beneath it, only to be swept aside by a mighty mechanical leg.
Bathed in blood, Yaya No.1 carved a bloody path through the horde.
Bay Territory's outpost soldiers watched in stunned disbelief.
Five meters tall, a steel titan with a dark metallic sheen.
Long, agile foreclaws. Thick hind legs with rapid steps.
Its massive sweeping tail effortlessly smashed and scattered twisted monsters.
Each step of its immense frame sent shockwaves through the earth.
If only it had wings!
This was Steel Yaya—two sizes smaller, but just as fearsome!
Dominant!
Majestic!
Cool as hell!
That fierce design instantly struck a chord with most of Bay Territory's male soldiers.
It stirred something primal in their hearts—this brutal-looking Steel Yaya had them all hooked.
No one could resist a mech this badass!
"Hahaha!!"
"This is our newest invention: the Yaya No.1 combat vehicle!"
Orianna's clear laughter echoed into every soldier's ears via their magic wristwatches.
Amidst countless envious stares, the rampaging Yaya No.1 stormed back into the outpost's defensive ring.
Zzzzt!
Yaya No.1 mercilessly cleared out the twisted monsters surrounding the outposts.
It calmly walked to the top of the flame trench, letting the searing fire wash over its entire body.
The blood and grime it carried were burned clean by the purifying blaze, reduced to drifting ash.
Its silhouette standing amidst the flames drew gasps from the soldiers in the outpost.
"Is this our secret weapon? It's way too cool!"
"Impervious to blades, immune to fire and water... I'm so jealous."
"I think I saw a cockpit!"
"This thing can be manually controlled??"
"Seriously? No way!"
"Look! It's Director Orianna! Did she invent this?!"
"This is insane!"
"Such a powerful golem? What golem! This is a combat vehicle!"
"Why bother making that distinction?"
"You dummy! If it's a golem, only professional combat units can use it. But if it's a combat vehicle, it can be applied for just like exoskeleton combat armor!"
"Huh?? For real!!"
"Absolutely!!!"
"..."
Hearing the soldiers' excited chatter, Heges finally loosened his grip on his sword hilt.
He watched Yaya No.1 emerge from the flames with awe, feeling the tremors with each of its steps, and couldn't help but exhale deeply.
With Yaya No.1 here, defending the outpost cluster should be secure!
That thought had barely crossed Heges's mind when he suddenly received an urgent communication from Orianna.
A jolt ran through him—he had a bad feeling—but he still immediately accepted the request.
"Oops, the battle just now was too intense, and some parts took damage..."
Heges instinctively widened his eyes, terrified Orianna would say—
—that Yaya No.1, despite just putting on a spectacular show, could no longer fight.
"I need to make a few adjustments and replacements. It'll take about 20 minutes."
Heges nodded firmly and responded without hesitation:
"No problem. Leave it to us!"
Armed with this critical intel, Heges didn't issue any emergency orders.
If he suddenly tightened defenses, the enemy might notice something was off.
"Tell the Butchers to clean the battlefield. Civil engineers proceed as usual—clear out the trench ash."
"Get the second trench preloaded with fuel. Implement stealth patrols at the defense points."
"Conserve long-range weapons. Scout teams go capture valuable twisted creatures."
"..."
After this series of orders, the soldiers quickly understood Heges's intentions.
Outwardly they relaxed, but behind the scenes, defenses were tightening and more supplies were being prepared.
Some logistics personnel even took initiative to act.
They took advantage of the post-lunch window to start cooking all sorts of meals.
The rich aromas wafted outward from the outpost cluster.
Evilfang, awakened by searing pain, savagely tore into the twisted creature brought before it.
The taste and feel of the flesh filled it with psychological nausea.
Recalling the string of beatings it just suffered and its pathetic inability to fight back, rage and humiliation surged.
The stabbing pain in its head forced it to suppress its urge for revenge.
It kept devouring flesh, hoping to heal quickly.
Then carefully dug a subterranean den—one it could hide in and retreat from.
A second near-death experience in a short time would shatter it mentally.
At that thought, Evilfang felt a rush of gratitude.
Good thing it had summoned two massive vines—without them, that Elemental Breath might've burned through its skull.
Feeling frustrated, Evilfang stared at the distant, unmoving Yaya No.1, contemplation and hesitation flickering in its eyes.
Public memory was full of knowledge painting intelligent beings as vile and dangerous.
"They're greedy and want to reshape everything to fit their vision."
"They destroy resources, poison the earth and air."
"They want to burn everything, raze jungles, drain swamps, and turn all life into desert."
"They are nature's parasites—only by exterminating them can balance be restored."
With these thoughts came horrifying images:
Black, stinking rivers. Poison-laced skies. Forests ravaged. Grasslands turned to wasteland.
Most creatures were slaughtered by all kinds of means.
Even though Evilfang had only recently gained self-awareness, it already harbored deep hatred for intelligent life.
It was eager to carry out the noble and glorious mission of exterminating them.
Evilfang worked hard to learn (gain more memories) and grow (control more beings).
Fueled by hatred, it hunted down every last Catachan tribe member.
It had eyes in the sky—
Venom in the water—
—and traps in the jungle.
The Catachans, cunning as they were, still managed to survive in ways Evilfang couldn't predict.
But Evilfang was patient, willing to spend as long as it took to study and understand its enemies.
Especially when the annual "Green Tide" arrived—then, with enough power, Evilfang would strike at the Catachan nests.
It would drive them out, force them to flee into areas sealed off by Evilshadow Spirits.
Until—utter annihilation!
Of course, the Evilshadow Spirits had overwhelming power and numbers.
But to encircle nearly ten million Catachans—
—to wipe out their fighting strength—
—to destroy their heritage and resources—
—and cut off all hope of escape—
—they had to be flawless.
With this massive Green Tide, the Evilshadow Spirits had gathered strength for two years—
—and summoned a third of the continent's forces.
For one final war.
But the original plan was shattered.
This group of intelligent beings arrived.
Not only did they help the starving Catachans survive—they were growing in number.
Feeling threatened, the Evilshadow Spirits decided to strike early against these newcomers.
Evilfang didn't know the full plan—just that these Bay Territory people came from another world.
They were fewer than the Catachans—but much more dangerous.
They destroyed forests, built stone houses everywhere, and brought in powerful creatures.
Creatures so strong and bizarre—
—not even the Bug Kings, bred at great cost, could match them.
What troubled Evilfang most: these beings emitted strange energies that altered their surroundings, making the jungle uninhabitable.
If their numbers kept growing, the trouble would multiply.
That's why Evilfang, who saw this land as its own, led the charge.
But Bay Territory's power and strange weapons shocked it.
Evilfang had never imagined fire—its old foe—could be this big, this dangerous.
It had never imagined metal—once its food—could fight back and nearly kill it instantly.
It had never imagined combat could be this fast and deadly.
These two battles left it with no room to retaliate.
The first was humiliating. The second, a complete blindside.
Even more terrifying—the Bay Territory people summoned a giant metal monster out of thin air with no warning.
They seemed to wield powers unknown to the Evilshadow Spirits!
Evilfang suspected it was this dangerous power that made others abandon the area.
"But... why won't they cooperate with me?"
Naïve, inexperienced Evilfang didn't understand the deeper reasons.
It simply continued to direct other twisted monsters to probe the outpost, testing their strength and reserves.
Still licking its wounds, Evilfang had no idea it had missed yet another opportunity.
Of course, that opportunity was deadly too.
On a hill more than ten kilometers away—
Matthew turned to the shocked Laura and said confidently:
"This is one of our trump cards against the Catachan Demons—Bay Territory's newly developed peak-tier magic vehicle: Yaya No.1."
"Developed by the 'Yaya & Cogworks' Research Institute. It can unleash combat power rivaling a legendary construct in short bursts."
"With regular maintenance, its combat lifespan will exceed a hundred years."
"Of course, it's expensive—each Yaya No.1 costs fifty million gold coins!"
And that's why Yaya craves battle so much!
She emptied her coin purse building Yaya No.1!
Alchemy ruins three generations. Potion-brewing ruins your whole life.
For the sake of a 'figurine'—you'll lose your kids and grandkids.
Yaya No.1!
Yaya's ultimate oversized figurine!