The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7343

Chapter 7343: Disappointing Results

The battle no longer generated any suspense.

Though the Ixith Goliath pulled off a few weird moves, it had ultimately given up once the Riot Mark III showed no signs of relenting or taking risks.

Saint Orfan performed unusually steady during this remaining period.

In contrast to her contentious performance during the earlier phases of the battle, she displayed rock-solid discipline and control.

Her mood and emotions did not impact her decision-making in the slightest, and her quirky D-mech exhibited far fewer glitches and abnormalities than usual.

Everyone appreciated her stability.

There was no need for her to exert any additional effort to defeat her opponent.

By the time a Rubarthan fleet came close, the Ixith Goliath had already been mutilated many times over.

So much alien blood had spilled into space that it could drown an entire city.

The tier 3 Destroyer spear firmly proved its worth during this engagement.

It formed a near-perfect match with Saint Orfan and the Riot Mark III.

The only problem was that the ace pilot had only just begun to master the powerful and temperamental weapon.

She was unable to harness its power like a seasoned Terran peer.

Whenever Saint Orfan attempted to draw more power from the weapon, she couldn’t channel it precisely enough.

This meant that a bit of destructive energies had infiltrated the deepest and most central area of the Ixith Goliath’s reduced body.

Many vital nerves and organs had become wounded as a result, some of which were more critical than others.

It couldn’t be helped. The Ixith Goliath remained defiant throughout the end.

Only by disrupting the interface that allowed the Mentalist Crystal to exert unified control over the segmented organic components could the monster be deprived of control.

This was essential as the Ixith Goliath showed signs of wanting to end its life at the final minutes of its struggle.

There was no way the humans wanted their precious research subject to terminate itself!

As such, the warships assigned to put the crippled Goliath into stasis hurried up and arrived half a minute faster than usual just so that they could complete their mission ahead of time.

Fortunately for everyone involved, no further complications occurred.

The Riot Mark III tenderized the final Goliath so heavily that it could only barely generate a bit of stolen resonance, which Saint Orfan easily suppressed to the point where it became a non-factor.

There were other ways to resist a stasis field, but the crippled monster had no chance to employ any of them before it became frozen in time.

Once the warships conveyed their successful result and reported that their systems remained stable, everyone let out a sigh in relief.

The First Battle of Philaster Crestia formally ended at this point.

That did not mean that every voribug had been erased from the battlefield. Millions of bugs had managed to sneak into orbital platforms and starships and continued to wreak havoc inside.

A fair number of them also managed to bypass the orbital defense network and sneak onto the surface of Philaster Crestia III!

With so many voribugs assaulting the planet at once, leaks could not be prevented.

Even if the defenders blocked every direct assault, the nefarious space insects often tried to infect clueless mechs and shuttles with microscopic subspecies that occasionally managed to escape detection due to heavy damage or interference.

Once these microscopic voribugs remained undisturbed for a few hours, they could ultimately complete dozens of reproduction cycles where their offspring progressively grew larger and more threatening!

Such patterns took place in a thousand different locations at once.

This prevented the soldiers from standing down completely.

Instead of enjoying a well-deserved rest, they had to rotate into shifts in order to search and root out every lingering voribug infestation that had managed to escape the initial sweeps.

The Bluejay Fleet was better off than most other vessels.

The visiting ships did not go all-out and fought with restraint, so they endured far fewer direct and indirect attacks than the Rubarthan hulls.

The mood among the mechers of the Bluejay Fleet was noticeably more jubilant.

They not only helped to defend the Philaster Crestia System, but also contributed to the historic capture of the first Ixith Goliath to appear.

Another source of celebration was the successful breakthrough of Major Simon Jankowski.

The expert candidate successfully became an expert pilot with the help of multiple artificial factors.

Although this was merely a single case, it still provided a small but crucial amount of support to the theory that it was possible to artificially boost the rate of breakthroughs by employing the right methods.

No single solution provided a strong enough increase in breakthrough probability, but as long as mech pilots made use of multiple of them at the same time, the results would definitely astonish the mech community!

Normally, Ves would have paid a lot more attention to this paradigm shift, but other priorities demanded his attention even more. He had little choice but to temporarily set this matter aside in order to meet his more urgent obligations.

Ves did not return to the Tarrasque.

Instead, he and the Dark Apostle accompanied the remaining Ascended Giants back to their own mothership.

Once they entered the Armitage, a large number of bots and human servants descended upon them to remove their raiments and deal with any issues such as injuries.

The good news was that the surviving giants remained in good physical condition. So long as their superdimensional raiments did not suffer any breaches, their true bodies remained healthy for the most part.

The Divine Harpoon slowly approached his superior. "The men need guidance, but their moods are highly delicate at the moment. It is best if you give them a few words. Keep it short. They need to come to their own conclusions. Just give them a direction and they will do the rest."

"Today... we have experienced the cruelty of the Red Ocean first-hand. The confidence instilled in us has led us to believe that we are the chosen sons of this dwarf galaxy, but the reality is that we have yet to realize our potential. Do not lose your faith in yourself. We still tower over almost all of the organisms in the new frontier, but that alone is not enough to excel in warfare. I hope that each of you can reflect on our mistakes and learn from them. I can promise you that we will not fight against the mutated voribugs again before we are much better prepared. Dismissed."

The Dark Apostle turned to the strategos of the Faceless Giant Phalanx. "Please handle the remaining chores for me, will you? Coordinate with the human officers of the Phase Lord Department. I am sure they have prepared a whole laundry list of requests."

"You can rest assured, sir."

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