Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1739: Projection Battle

Mu Hanyi was someone who trusted his instincts completely.

Realizing that these energy cannons might pose a threat to him, he immediately went all-out in defense.

A shimmering water barrier appeared around his body, shielding him.

Due to their immense power, the Annihilation Ultimate-Type Energy Cannons had a relatively slow firing rate. However, their numerical advantage ensured a continuous barrage of attacks on the rippling water barrier, making it tremble even more violently.

Inside, Mu Hanyi was forced back a step with each cannon blast.

At first, he tried dodging. For a nine-star evolved, reacting and repositioning the moment the cannons fired wasn’t particularly difficult.

Yet, for some reason, even if not all the cannons could lock onto him immediately, a few always managed to hit. And once struck, dodging became useless.

Mu Hanyi was forced into retreat, step by step.

”Not bad.”

He muttered these two words—his evaluation of the weapon.
In truth, the Annihilation Ultimate-Type was far from ”not bad.” Its lethality against top-tier lifeforms was very real—just look at the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, under normal circumstances, even thirty Annihilation Ultimate-Type Energy Cannons wouldn’t have been so effective at hitting Mu Hanyi. This result was only possible because of this bizarre space.

The bombardment gradually weakened as the thirty cannons ceased fire one after another.

”What a shame.”

Little Tiger, who had tagged along, pounded his chest in frustration. ”Boss, can’t we just blast him to death like this?”

The true capabilities of this equipment, obtained from a level nine roulette, were unclear to many.

”No.” Ye Zhongming watched as the next wave of attacks commenced and explained to Xiao Hu and the others: ”Theoretically, yes—if we had over a thousand Annihilation Ultimate-Type cannons, or a hundred firing nonstop, we could indeed kill Mu Hanyi this way, even with his best defensive gear.”

”This theory applies to any level nine lifeform, including me.”

Little Tiger scratched his head, suddenly worried he’d stumbled onto a sensitive topic. Had he just exposed his boss’s weakness? Would Xia Lei or even Mo Ye beat him up later?

”Then I better tell Old Le right away—no making a thousand Annihilation-Type cannons, and no further upgrades to the current model!”

Everyone laughed. Xia Lei rolled her eyes. ”You think that’ll stop threats to Zhongming? Or that Annihilation Ultimate-Type cannons are so easy to produce? If it were that simple, we wouldn’t have only fifty by now.”

”Fifty after the upgrade,” Little Tiger muttered weakly in protest.

Originally, there had been many Annihilation Ultimate-Type cannons. But Le Dayuan had spent considerable time and materials on a modest upgrade.

This upgrade didn’t completely overhaul the cannons’ parameters—it wasn’t a generational leap, just a… Pro version.

Yet, for cannons of this tier, even such tweaks were incredibly difficult, and the results were astonishing.

So, in the minds of the core members, only these fifty upgraded cannons truly deserved the name Annihilation Ultimate-Type.

”The Black-and-White Nightmare Space has an upper limit.”

By now, the attackers inside the space had shifted to gene warriors and the melee robot, with the ranged robot providing fire support from the periphery. ȑ𝔞₦ÓʙÊṨ

”Its energy capacity is fixed. Every entity I choose to challenge the trapped target consumes a portion of that energy. Once depleted, the number of entities we can deploy won’t increase further.”

Listening to Ye Zhongming’s explanation, Guang Yao pondered. ”Like a board game with limited pieces?”

”You could say that.” Ye Zhongming pointed at the ongoing battle visible to all. ”These are what I’ve deployed—Annihilation Ultimate-Type** cannons, two robots, top-tier gene warriors, some of Sistser Hong’s research, and, though not yet visible, various battle beasts and… zombies.”**

”They’ve filled the space’s energy capacity.”

As he spoke, Ye Zhongming handed a small key to Xia Lei.

”This controls the equipment. Where to deploy it will be your call.”

The first time he saw the Black-and-White Nightmare Space, Ye Zhongming had briefly found it more alluring than the nine-star potion. Because it meant that even in his absence, his comrades could handle nine-star evolved and level nine lifeforms.

What Ye Zhongming valued most was the equipment’s ability to trap level nine lifeforms temporarily, and anyone could operate it.

The equipment had three components: First, a small stone box that, once buried, even a nine-star evolved couldn’t detect, ensuring the target would be trapped upon activation. Second, the key. Third, the smooth metal panel before them.

The latter two worked together. The key activated the equipment, then projections of pre-recorded targets were selected on the panel, initiating the battle.

If the target was killed, they died for real. If the target won, the projections suffered no losses.

This was Ye Zhongming’s second priority.

Everyone knew the devastation level nine lifeforms could wreak. If they rampaged through Cloud Peak, even if defeated, the losses—both in lives and resources—would be severe. With this equipment, such losses could be avoided.

Even if the target weren’t killed inside the space, any injuries or exhaustion would carry over to reality, making them far easier to deal with.

Just like Mu Hanyi now.

The melee robot required a highly compatible pilot in reality, but inside the space, it fought flawlessly—until destroyed.

Energy cannons needed demon monsters, but here, they didn’t.

With the robot leading the assault, gene warriors supporting, and the ranged robot harassing, Mu Hanyi was thoroughly disheveled.

He’d stopped using the whistle—it seemed ineffective against projections. But the gloves and Howling Sky Battle Flag left the Cloud Peak onlookers in awe.

”So this is the melee robot at full power?”

”The ranged one’s no slouch either—look how it’s pressuring a nine-star evolved.”

”Limited ammo though. Projections have constraints.”

”Look! That’s the Howling Sky Battle Flag’s most famous ability—Ten Miles Wind. The AoE damage is terrifying.”

”One of the glove’s abilities must be Tremor. See? Any gene warrior touched by his fists gets shattered.”

”Is this the power of nine-star? It’s terrifying.”

Mu Hanyi’s performance in the Black-and-White Nightmare Space was fearsome. Even his simplest punches and kicks carried the weight of skills.

After about five minutes, as the melee robot was destroyed, this wave of projections was neutralized. Mu Hanyi was visibly drained but bore no obvious injuries.

Ye Zhongming tapped the panel, summoning an army of zombies and battle beasts—led by Brainchild, who hadn’t been seen in a long time.

Still level eight, Brainchild commanded nearly ten thousand zombies—at least a hundred at level eight, over two thousand at level seven, and the rest at level six.

The battle beasts, all Cloud Peak’s, lacked level eight specimens but numbered over three thousand at level seven.

They surged toward Mu Hanyi, swiftly engulfing him.

On the smooth metal panel, Mu Hanyi’s figure was completely obscured.

Every Cloud Peak observer wondered: Could these zombies and beasts really kill a nine-star evolved?

”Look—light!”

At Candy’s exclamation, beams of light erupted from within the zombie swarm, exploding outward and cleansing the entire space.

Any zombie or beast touched by the light vanished instantly, like snow melting under sunlight.

”The space is broken.”

With those words, Ye Zhongming vanished. Mo Ye followed closely, sprinting in the same direction!