The Mech Touch

Chapter 6690 The Mortality of Phase Lords

?Chapter 6690 The Mortality of Phase Lords

Venerable Davia Stark exhaled.

Her Amaranto Mark III, which once shone so bright that it looked as if the cat head prow of the Spirit of Bentheim was about to explode, had dimmed now that she had discharged all of the accumulated energies in her execution shot.

The last shot had taken too much out of her. It was far too difficult for her to concentrate multiple sources of energy and mix them together without causing them to explode.

The Amaranto Mark III and the reinvented Instrument of Vengeance were both stellar pieces of engineering for being able to channel so much power without causing anything to explode or melt.

Even so, Venerable Stark had pushed several delicate components to their limits and beyond. If not for the fact that her true resonance was able to temporarily boost their tolerances, the Instrument of Vengeance would have shattered into pieces, releasing so much catastrophic energies that her Amaranto Mark III would have struggled to stay in one piece!

She was thankful that this outcome did not come to pass.

Stark had put her complete faith in her machine, and the Amaranto Mark III rewarded her for it. The powerful mech was designed for the future and could handle way more loads than her previous iteration.

The only limit to her power was her lacking power reactor and her pilot.

Venerable Stark had become the weaker partner in their relationship.

This was why she already felt exhausted and worn out after letting loose a single serious attack.

She did not regret it, though. She had deliberately sought to leverage as much of her willpower and mental strength as possible. Stark sought to push everything she had in a single overwhelming attack to ensure she was able to land the most decisive blow against a phase lord.

The enemy 'gods' might not deserve to be called this way, but they were undeniably difficult to damage.

Ordinary attacks did not cut it. Their spatial barriers and energy shields were ridiculously strong and could soak up a lot of attacks.

If Venerable Stark wanted to make a difference, then she needed to rely on releasing a single strike with all of the power she could muster.

She had done so. If this gambit of hers ended in failure, then she would have to sit out the rest of the battle while being reduced to a passive participant in the battle.

Right now, Venerable Stark only cared about one thing.

How had her target fared when his massive true body got speared by the extremely Execution Strike?

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She was far from the only individual who wondered about that. Many other people had trained their sensors in the direction of the phase lord in question.

The Amaranto Mark III did not target either of the two greater phase lords. Venerable Stark wisely believed that the probability of failing to meet her goals was too high.

She instead wanted to target one of the four lesser phase lords.

Stark did not know much about them. The scouts and intelligence services only collected a limited amount of data. Observing them through the excellent sensors of the Amaranto Mark III granted her better insights on her targets.

Of the four lesser phase lords, she quickly dismissed the two martial-oriented ones. Their mastery over spatial manipulation was usually inferior, but they made up for it by training and upgrading their physical prowess. Their flesh was usually denser and more fortified with tough exotic materials.

With the help of phasewater organs, their bodies also gained numerous different ways to contain and repair heavy injuries. Combined with the fact that martial phase lords were much better conditioned against pain and were able to keep fighting even when they were partially crippled, they were just better at resisting the Amaranto Mark III's attacks.

The same could not be said for the erudite phase lords. They usually amounted to scholars, politicians and other upper members of a society.

No matter what race they belonged to, the individuals at the top rarely fought in person.

Instead, they were the ones that ordered others to fight on their behalf!

The two crudite phase lords just happened to be orvens, which was good news.

Venerable Stark and the expeditionary fleet had fought against many different orvens over the years. She was intimately familiar with the biologies of mortal orvens. The physiology of their phase lord counterparts may have mutated a lot, but the most important organs should still be in the same places.

Of the two orvens, one of them came across as more cautious and reserved while the other possessed a more aggressive bearing.

The Eight Lord of Takansha looked as if he would rather be elsewhere than on the battlefield.

The orven lesser phase lord respected the threat posed by red humans a lot more seriously than his peers and conjured up multiple spatial defenses around him to

quard against currice attacksa

Though his peers thought he was being silly for acting so cautiously, the phase lord was of a civilian origin. War was too frightening for an academic like himself! Khaso Leiyen on the other hand felt excited about killing as many humans as possible. Whether he was motivated by greed for the rich rewards promised by the Red Cabal or the desire to shed as much blood as he could, the more aggressive phase lord was already prepared to wreak havoc onto the human defensive positions. Whatever Khaso Leiyen specialized in, he had clearly selected phasewater organs and honed his spatial abilities with an offensive focus. This orven phase lord carried himself like a wrecking ball, or at least a god who was able to summon as many wrecking balls as he wanted.

That made him the most suitable target in Stark's eyes.

Her judgment may be wrong, but she believed in her eyesight and intuition.

It was clear that she made the right choice.

The instant her Amaranto Mark III unleashed the most powerful attack that she had launched up to this point in her existence, the two erudite lesser phase lords reacted very differently!

The Eight Lord of Takansha was clearly a lot more prepared to defend against surprise attacks, because he only twitched for a miniscule amount of time before he reflexively generated multiple layers of spatial barriers around his entire true body!

In contrast, Khaso Leiyen was much slower to react. He was not able to strengthen his spatial barrier or activate any other defensive measures from his raiment or his

phasewater organs.

By the time he properly registered the attack heading in his direction, the overpowering light beam had already successively pierced through his spatial barrier, his azure energy shield, his armored raiment and his flesh!

Though the laser beam was proportionally thin compared to the formidable stature of the lesser phase lord, it still managed to pierce through several phasewater organs as well as his heart before escaping through his back!

As the light levels returned to normal on the battlefield, everyone tried to see what happened to the lesser phase lord.

Khaso Leiyen was absolutely not in good shape anymore. He keeled over and held the hole in his chest where the attack had pierced through.

Phasewater-infused blood leaked out from the holes on his front and back. The amount of blood leaking from his body was not as much as it could have been, but that

was actually a bad sign in this case.

His heart was not circulating the blood in his veins anymore.

Phase lords or not, so long as their true bodies were still modeled after the biologies

of their race, their weak points still remained the same!

A mortal orven individual would die if his heart got stabbed by a spear of light.

The same did not necessarily apply to an orven phase lord.

The physique of a phase lord was an impossibility in biological terms. It worked

through principles that nobody fully understood.

Yet for all of their ability to defy the laws of physics, no amount of phasewater could

make up for the absence of a heart!

This was not necessarily a fatal wound to every phase lord.

Some martial phase lords implanted their bodies with phasewater organs that could

promote the flow of blood in their bodies.

They were effectively second hearts that also happened to grant them additional insurance in case their real hearts got destroyed!

As Khaso Leiyen's alien expression conveyed shock and disbelief as he feebly raised his

hand to cover the hole in his chest, it became increasingly more clear that he did not

possess this backup organ.

The other five phase lords froze in place. They no longer conveyed as much arrogance

and confidence as before.

They all stared at Khaso Leiyen in silence.

None of them moved forward to help the critically injured native god.

Whether it was because they were frozen in shock or because there was nothing they

could do to treat the injuries of another phase lord, Stark did not know.

All she cared about was that Khaso Leiyen was on his own.

Was he capable of recovering from this wound?

That became less likely as the orven phase lord remained hunched over while suffering

from a huge amount of pain.

His body was not healing.

His wounds were growing worse.

The destruction of his heart was so great that:

working condition.

I was impossible to restore it back to

As Khaso Leiyen tried to make use of his elevated control over his own physique to apply emergency solutions, he despairingly felt that his strength was leaving his body! His control over the fabric of space had taken a hit after multiple phasewater organs got destroyed, but now his healthy organs were faltering as well! Meanwhile, his psyche grew less stable as he felt a dark and murderous force

enranding through his true body

The true resonance that empowered this mysterious force not only added enough

power to this force to elevate it into a serious threat, but also made it much more

difficult for Khaso Leiyen to remove.

The heavily injured phase lord gradually figured out that this mysterious force was one

of the contributing factors that made his wounds worse!

Not only that, but it was hindering his true body in several other ways. It was like a

parasite that devoured his body from the inside.

The orven phase lord coughed blood that was concentrated with a moderate amount.

of phasewater. The alien god raised his hand and looked at his own blood stains.

He looked down at the hole that had been cut through his rainment. If he was able to

bend his back further, then he might even be able to see the space on the other side of

the hole!

The alien opened up his mouth and spoke a few alien words before growing still.

"Is he... dead?"

"Life signs are dropping! Spatial activity has plunged by over 90 percent. Body temperature is beginning to drop. The lesser phase lord known as Khaso Leiyen has either entered into hibernation... or died at the hands of Venerable Davia Stark"

From the moment Davia Stark acknowledged the final result of her dramatic shot, she closed her eyes and felt an unprecedented period of peace and serenity.

For a tiny moment of her life, the ghosts of all of the people that haunted her dreams

and waking hours left her alone.

She had fulfilled her purpose as a vessel for people's desire to exact vengeance against

the culprits responsible for their demise.

Though Khaso Leiyen likely had not participated in the massacres that saw many

humans lose their lives, he was still representative of the native alien regimes that sought to exterminate the extragalactic invaders!

Therefore, the death of this orven phase lord satisfied the long-held wishes of a huge amount of people, both dead and alive!

Now, these people seemed to reward Venerable Stark for her dedication. More and

more E energy radiation began to flow in her direction.

A certain part of her will and spirit began to sublimate as she gained a much better

realization of her purpose and goals in her second life!

"I... am... VENGEANCE!"

Apotheosis came for her like a mother welcoming back her lost daughter!