BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 982: Northern Gate’s situation

Volkov's soldier died, another casualty on the blood-soaked battlefield.

June's breath was heavy, his muscles straining from the combat. He wasn't that strong; he had been created when Erik was much weaker, and on this battlefield, everyone was at least as strong as he was back then.

But at least he didn't rely on mana; he relied on his stamina to use the powers he had, and a healer could fix that up quickly.

June was on the battlefield because the rebels and the Red Palace members were having trouble fighting New Alexandria's troop.

Van Dyke's students were strong; they were the best Frant could offer, but they were not that many.

Despite their superior training and vastly more powerful brain crystal powers compared to the rebels, the Red Palace students and teachers could not fight on equal terms against this many people.

If it wasn't for June and the Chimaeric Demons taking care of the blackguards, they would have been annihilated a long time ago.

June reached for his communicator, issuing orders to the Chimaeric Demons.

"Alpha squad, flank the eastern line. Engage their ranged units and take them out before they can coordinate their fire. Beta Squad, form a defensive perimeter around the southern side of the front line. Do not let them reinforce the area. Gamma Squad, push through the center. Break their formations and create chaos."

The responses came quickly, with the Chimaeric Demons acknowledging the orders.

June could see them moving into position and carving a path through the blackguards' ranks. Then he spotted a soldier charging at him, the enemy's blade raised high. June dodged the first attack and blocked the second one by growing a metal spike from his shoulder.

With the momentum, the clone spun around and gave the soldier a swift kick, knocking the wind out of him.

The guy stumbled, and June went for his neck with a diagonal slash. The jerk tried to block, but June saw it coming and quickly changed his move, smashing the enemy's defense with a powerful sword swing.

June's blade landed on the man's shoulder, making him go wide-eyed in shock as blood squirted out.

With a grimace, the man tried to fight back, swinging his weapon with all his might. June dodged the swing and kneed the guy in the ribs, hearing them crack.

Then he delivered the killer blow, stabbing the blackguard right in the chest, the sword going through armor and flesh. The man's eyes glazed over, his body going limp as he fell to the ground.

The clone scoped out the area, trying to determine how the situation was within the battlefield.

Everything would have been easier if he turned into a wyvern, but unfortunately, June couldn't reveal his wyvern form-Erik's orders were clear on that, as he wanted to keep it secret. Honestly, Erik didn't want June to fight at all, but only coordinate the attacks. But he had been adamant about that. The reason was that June was starting to feel inferior, given the scale of the battlefield.

He wanted to prove that he had more to give than simply make a couple of plans. Though Erik told him not to fight, not to turn into a thaid, also because it would only make him a larger target. Instead, despite fighting, he relied on his skills and the Chimaeric Demons' abilities.

Back then, when Erik made him, the young man was weaker. That was true, but for sure, he knew how to swing a sword, and that ability got carried on with June.

As he was cleaning his brow from the bloodstains, June spotted a group of blackguards trying to rally their forces to defend the center from being breached.

He quickly gave the orders.

"Delta squad, I need you to reinforce Gamma's push through the center. Echo squad, secure the western flank, and prevent any attempts at encirclement. We're creating a funnel; force them into a kill zone."

The Chimaeric Demons responded. They tore through the enemy lines, but still, the blackguards kept coming, their numbers an overwhelming hindrance.

June paused for a moment, catching his breath. He looked around the battlefield, assessing the situation.

The rebels were doing okay, but they were getting pushed back by the wave of enemy troops. The Chimaeric Demons were doing their best, but even their supernatural prowess had limits. "June, we've got a problem," a voice crackled through his communicator. It was Van Dyke. "The blackguards are reinforcing their positions faster than we can break them. We're running out of time and soldiers."

"Fuck..."

June's mind raced. They needed a game-changer to give them the upper hand. The clone quickly came out with something, though.

"All squads, listen up," June said into his communicator, his voice firm and resolute.

"We're shifting focus. Delta and Gamma, continue your assault on the center, but be ready to pivot. Beta and Alpha, I need you to create a diversion on the northern front. Echo, you're with me. We're going to hit their command center. Take out their leaders, and we might just turn this around."

June's communicator was filled by Van Dyke's voice. "June, are you out of your mind? The command center is way behind enemy lines. Going there is suicide, even for you and the Chimaeric Demons!"

June's gaze hardened. All around him, the bodies of fallen blackguards and rebels littered the ground.

The Chimaeric Demons fought valiantly, but their advance was slow, and the number of dead rebels was increasing.

"Listen, Tom," June said. "You have said it yourself that the blackguards are reinforcing their positions faster than we can break them. We need to disrupt their command structure. If we can take out their leaders, we might just solve the problem."

"June, you know how dangerous that is. You're talking about going deep into enemy territory. It's too risky! Besides, are you sure the Chimaeric Demons will be able to do that? The blackguards have many dual wielders!"

That was the term they were now using to refer to the enemy soldiers with two brain-crystal

powers.

"Trust me, I have an idea."

Before Van Dyke could say something, June cut the communication short and switched channels, contacting Amber. The line buzzed for a moment before her voice came through.

"June, what do you need?"

"Amber, we need to pull off something drastic. I'm taking a squad to hit the command center.

Can you and Mira create a diversion for us?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Are you sure about this? It's risky, and I will end up

without mana."

"Yes. The fog doesn't need to be lethal. Just make sure it will make us less visible and will

distract the enemy."

"Understood. We'll start the diversion right away. Good luck."

The line went dead, leaving June with his thoughts. He turned to his squad, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"Alright, listen up. We're hitting the command center. This means we might not come back

from this one..."