My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 38 Mutual Destruction

The Death Angel's sensor probes flickered, the dark red light like the last pulse of a dying person.

It stood still, the sparks at the broken end of its left shoulder becoming sparse, the hydraulic oil no longer gushing out, but flowing down from the damaged pipe opening, the ruptured cannon on its right arm hanging to the ground, the barrel twisted and broken.

The hungry angel stood opposite, its two smashed arms hanging limply at its sides, bone and flesh fragments dripping down from its elbows, healing in the blink of an eye... or rather, becoming even more terrifying, the flowers on its chest churning, its gaping maw opening and closing.

It longs to eat.

With a sudden flap of its repaired wings, the turbulent airflow created a wind field that was absolutely advantageous to it. Its speed was astonishing, and its massive body covered a hundred meters in just an instant. Its evolved fists, carrying terrifying power, slammed into the torso of the mech.

The heavy metal torso crashed to the ground, splattering mud everywhere. The Angel of Death tried to prop himself up with his right arm, but the ruptured cannon barrel was stuck in the mud and couldn't be pulled out. The dark red light from the sensor probe flashed twice and then slowly went out.

Simon sat on a tree branch, looking at the fallen mech, his fingers loosening from the bark.

Utter defeat...

Two figures suddenly appeared in the fog.

The old priest walked ahead, his white robe trailing on the ground, with Andrei following behind, holding a modified large-caliber sniper rifle, the muzzle pointed at the hungry angel.

The Hungry Angel turned its head, its emerald eyes looking at the two newcomers.

Andrei pulled the trigger on the monster.

A gunshot rang out, and a large-caliber sniper rifle fired a precise shot, leaving a bloody hole in Hungry Angel's newly repaired left eye.

He fled into the distance, drawing the monster's attention...

The old priest walked up to the angel of death.

The mech lay on the ground, its chest armor corroded with a large hole, the imperial insignia was only half intact, and hydraulic oil and coolant seeped from every crack, soaking into the mud.

The old priest squatted down, his knees bending slowly, his joints clicking. He reached out and touched the wreckage on the mech's chest, his fingers digging into the gaps in the steel plates.

"Child, can you still hear me?"

The angel of death did not respond, the sensor probe was dark, the hydraulic pipe had no pressure, and the circuit had no current.

A pile of scrap metal.

The old priest reached his hand into the hole in his breastplate, as if gently stroking his son's broken body.

"I know you can hear me," the old priest said softly. "You've done very well. Now, help me one more time."

The sensor glowed a faint red light, as if issuing a question...

Father?

The old priest pulled something out of his sleeve: a laurel wreath.

It was made of laurel branches, with withered yellow leaves and cracked branches, tied together with fine gold thread.

This is the highest honor of the empire, a reward for the brave.

The old priest placed the laurel wreath on the head of the angel of death. He then placed it on the steel plate next to the sensor probe and gently pressed it down, wedging the laurel branches into the gaps in the plate.

"My warrior, this is what you deserve."

The Death Angel's sensor probes slowly lit up, the bright red light shining more dazzlingly than ever before.

Father……

His father's encouragement spurred his soul to squeeze out every last bit of strength.

With a series of chaotic sounds, the "machine spirit" hidden in the scrap metal gritted its teeth and forced its dilapidated body to stand up again!

Its movements were faster and more ruthless than ever before, without stumbling or hesitation, like a brand-new machine.

The hungry angel chased after Andrei, but the sound of the mech restarting made it turn around sharply. Its turquoise eyes stared at the mech that had stood up again, its pupils like vertical cracks.

The angel of death rushed toward it.

Charge! Charge forward without regard for your own safety!

Each bend of the reverse-joint knee was accompanied by a hydraulic hiss, and the breech-loading cannon on the right arm was used as a blunt weapon, dragging the barrel and plowing a deep trench in the ground.

The hungry angel spread its arms, its chest opened wide, its mouth gaped open, its petals split open, and its teeth stood up.

The angel of death threw itself into its embrace with all its might!

It pressed its entire weight onto the hungry angel, and the valve of the fuel tank suddenly opened, gushing out a large amount of compressed fuel, pouring onto the hungry angel's chest, onto the barrel of the exploding cannon, and onto the remains of the angel of death itself.

Andrei hurriedly dropped his sniper rifle and dragged the old priest backward.

The old priest's eyes never left the mecha, and a tear was streaming down his wrinkled face.

The Death Angel's sensor probe flashed one last time, as if bidding farewell.

Long live the Empire!

The angel embraced the angel tightly, its right arm, a machine gun with a burst barrel, wedged between the monster's ribs. It pressed down with its entire weight, with the last bit of hydraulic pressure, and with every still-rotating gear in the wreckage.

It turned itself into a pair of shackles, red-hot shackles that it could not break free from.

In the instant before the fuel vapor was ignited, the entire open space was filled with a pale, cold light, followed by intense light and heat.

explosion!

A deafening roar assaulted the eardrums of every creature on the first layer, and a pillar of orange-red fire shot into the sky, tearing the hazy morning light to shreds.

The shockwave spread outwards along the ground, lifting entire layers of soil and hurling mud and gravel into the air, forming a black curtain.

Simon was nearly shaken off the tree branch, his body swaying in mid-air for a few moments before he scrambled back up, his feet gripping the bark.

Thick smoke rose from the explosion's epicenter, forming a massive, black column that spread outwards in all directions...

The aftershocks of the explosion still echoed in the air, the muffled, continuous roar making his internal organs tremble. Simon gripped the bark tightly, staring at the plume of smoke...

Thick black smoke billowed and churned, stirred up by something inside.

A vortex appeared at the center of the thick smoke, like a giant funnel suspended in mid-air. The smoke began to rotate at the edge of the vortex, faster and faster, and the darkness in the center grew deeper and deeper.

A foot stepped out of the smoke...

The charred instep had no skin, only a thin, transparent membrane beneath which were tangled blood vessels and muscle fibers.

The lower leg protrudes above the ankle, the outline of the bone clearly visible, but the surface of the bone is covered with a layer of wet new flesh, like an embryo just detached from the mother's body, with a dark red sheen.

Half of its body was burned to the bone, and its internal organs could even be seen in the gaps between the bones. Jagged bone fragments poked out to make up for the lost ribs, followed by a large amount of flesh surging up and covering it with grayish-white skin.

The hungry angel lowered its head, blankly observing its own half of remains, looking at the exposed bones and the new flesh that was growing.

It stretched out its right hand and gently touched the exposed ribs on the left side. Its fingertips touched the bone fragments and made a soft rubbing sound.

It tilted its head, as if admiring an unfinished work of art.

After observing the entire process, Simon was speechless with shock...

How could he possibly defeat this monster? He couldn't figure it out.