Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 53: Chapter 59

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Chapter 53: Kinetic Entry TWEEEEEEEEEEE! Joren’s whistle cut off into a strangled, wet gasp. "Everyone! Toward the center! Move, move, move!" I roared, my voice amplified by the system until it echoed like a thunderclap against the wagons. My Level 240 senses were screaming. In the flickering, dying orange glow, the first Mawspawn Hyena breached the perimeter. It didn't just run; it thrashed through the tall grass like a shark in shallow water. It looked like a biological car crash—a wolf turned inside out, raw, wet muscle glistening under the starlight. Its skull didn't have a snout; it had a Tri-Jaw that split down the center, unhinging like a blooming flower of serrated teeth and black bile. [Mawspawn Hyena - Lv. 180] I did the math in a heartbeat. One hundred and thirteen people in the camp. Three-to-one ratio. Three hundred and thirty-nine. And if any of those Lv. 5 commoners—those fragile, paper-thin "NPCs" I’d just fed—got caught, the mitosis would start. According to the information pouring into my brain, fifty pounds of flesh was all it took for one Lv. 180 nightmare to become two. Something in my brain snapped. The stress was too high, the stakes were too real, and the only way I could handle it without curling into a ball was to treat it like the ultimate pay-per-view event. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS!" I bellowed, my voice taking on a gravelly, over-the-top stadium announcer reverb. "WELCOME TO THE FIRST ANNUAL OAKHAVEN OBLITERATION-FEST! YOU BOUGHT THE WHOLE SEAT, BUT YOU'RE ONLY GONNA NEED THE EDGE!" Alric paused his lute, staring at me like I’d finally lost my mind. Seraphine just raised an eyebrow. "Bones! Empty the Hangar! GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY CAME FOR! FASTBALL SPECIAL—TACTICAL DEPLOYMENT!" The massive mobile fortress sat just outside the wagon circle, its wood and iron groaning. From the rear, a deep, rhythmic thrumming began—the sound of Bones, my massive construct, engaging his primary servomotors. Suddenly, a streak of chrome and blue exhaust ignited in the dark. "COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM THE FLESH HANGAR! WEIGHING IN AT FORTY POUNDS OF PURE, CONCENTRATED HATRED! IT’S THE CHROME-PLATED CATASTROPHE! THE TINY TERROR! HIIIIIIIIIIGHLANDER!" Bones launched the unit like an artillery shell. Highlander whistled through the air, trailing blue fire, and slammed into the dirt ten feet in front of a group of screaming survivors. The impact sent a shockwave of dust through the air, knocking Silas and two others to the ground. From the center of the smoking crater, the two-foot-tall necro-mech stood up. His high-gloss chrome body was a jagged landscape of integrated blades, hooks, and serrated edges. He unsheathed a claymore nearly five feet long, the metal teeth along the edge spinning until they were a blur. "ALRIGHT, YOU PULPY, LUBRICATED DUMB-ASSES!" Highlander barked, his voice sounding like a blender full of broken glass. "WHO WANTS TO BE THE FIRST ONE TO GET TURNED INTO ADVERTISING SPACE FOR A MEAT GRINDER?" "HE’S MEAN! HE’S LEAN! HE’S A LITERAL KILLING MACHINE!" I shouted, pointing toward the grass as more wakes appeared. "Highlander! North perimeter! Don't let them reach the line!" "Oh, look at the big brain on Allen! 'Don't let 'em eat!'" Highlander revved his blade, launching himself toward the first Hyena. "No shit, Sherlock! I’m a combat unit, not a goddamn waiter! Vane! Get your skinny, silent ass down here and help me clear the trash before I decide your legs look better as toothpicks!" Vane landed silently behind him, a blur of silver. Then came the heavy hitters. Bones was working like a rhythmic mortar, launching the Elite Twelve one after another. "AND HERE COME THE HULKS! THE VANGUARD VULTURES! THE BRASS-BACKED BASTARDS OF BONE!" The Vanguard hulks hit the ground like falling buildings, their massive tower shields locking into a phalanx. "SUNDAY! MONDAY! CHAINSAW FUN DAY!" I screamed, my eyes darting across the HUD of my mind. "WE’VE GOT TRI-JAWS! WE’VE GOT MITOSIS! WE’VE GOT TOTAL A