Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 560 Fang Xin's Growth

Inside the stronghold, smoke filled the air, and energy beams crisscrossed the wreckage like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Tang Zijun's figure, covered in ferocious armor, moved like a ghost across the battlefield. His cold compound eyes ignored the flying flames of war and instantly locked onto the core area of ​​the battlefield—there, a familiar but battered power armor was being forced into a perilous situation by three AI executioners in a triangular encirclement formation.

The three executioners were nearly three meters tall, covered in thick composite armor. Their arms were high-speed rotating alloy chainsaws and pulse cannons. They worked in perfect coordination, with one side launching a fierce attack with chainsaws to suppress the enemy from the front, while the other side continuously bombarded the enemy's new power armor's already flickering energy shield with pulse cannons from both sides.

Each tear of the chainsaw sent up blinding sparks, and each pulse bombardment caused Fang Xin's armor to tremble violently, groaning under the strain. Fang Xin struggled to parry with his battle blade, which was almost completely depleted of energy, but his movements were noticeably sluggish, and the alarm for the overloaded power core blared sharply inside his helmet.

"Fang Xin, lower your head." Tang Zijun's icy voice pierced Fang Xin's ears directly, devoid of any extra emotion, yet carrying a reassuring penetrating power! Before the words had even finished...

Black lightning tore through the smoke and fire!

Tang Zijun's figure instantly traversed a distance of tens of meters, appearing in front of Fang Xin's side without even using his knight's sword.

Facing the executioner wielding a terrifying chainsaw, attempting to cleave Fang Xin in two, Tang Zijun's iron fist, covered in black armor, struck like a cannonball, arriving faster than expected and whistling through the air with perfect precision, hitting the core bearing of the executioner's high-speed spinning chainsaw.

Crack!

A sickening metallic cracking sound rang out! The alloy chain saw, capable of cutting through tank armor, twisted and shattered instantly.

Countless sharp, serrated fragments flew backward like shrapnel, embedding themselves deeply into the executioner's armor. The entire mechanical arm was snapped off at the joint by the violent force, twisted and deformed. Meanwhile, the executioners on the flanks reacted extremely quickly, instantly turning their pulse cannons around and condensing beams of blazing white energy.

However, Tang Zijun acted even faster.

His body spun like a top, and the leg armor covered with dark energy patterns drew a deadly arc.

Two muffled, thunderous sounds, like heavy hammer blows, exploded almost simultaneously.

The two executioners who had just raised their cannons had their thick composite armor on their chests collapse inwards as if they had been hit by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, instantly creating a terrifying crater. The intricate internal structure and energy pipelines were instantly crushed by the violent impact.

Blinding sparks of electricity erupted from the cracks in the armor like fireworks. The two massive steel bodies, like sacks with their bones removed, were sent flying backward with a thud, crashing heavily into the twisted alloy wall, emitting black smoke and remaining motionless.

Three omnic executioners, enough to bring down an elite squad, were effortlessly and instantly dismantled by Tang Zijun like three unsightly pieces of scrap metal. The entire process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that Fang Xin only had time to see a blurry black shadow flash by before the three executioners, who had exerted immense pressure on him, were instantly reduced to smoking scrap metal. Amidst the billowing smoke, Tang Zijun's figure, covered in ferocious armor, stood like a rock before Fang Xin.

He turned slightly, his hand, covered in cold armor, gripping Fang Xin's power armor's shoulder armor, riddled with bullet holes and dents, with an irresistible force. "What are you doing here?"

Fang Xin, who had narrowly escaped death, was panting heavily, and the internal circulation system of his power armor emitted a rapid breathing sound.

Through the cracked helmet visor, his face was a mixture of blood, sweat, and the joy of surviving a near-death experience. Grabbing his shoulder, he felt an unprecedented sense of security. "Tang Zijun! It really is you!" Fang Xin's voice trembled with excitement. He even wanted to reach out and punch Tang Zijun in the chest, but the power armor's arms issued an overload warning. "Answer my question," Tang Zijun said somewhat helplessly.

"We're here to rescue people! A 'Waist Rat' transport team that was delivering medicine and food to us was captured by the omnics at this base. They're inside. We received the distress signal and..." Boom! Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, several new android units emerged from the gap in the defensive line torn apart by the Shadow Clan.

They discovered Fang Xin as an "important target" and a sudden, powerful threat, and immediately turned their fire, unleashing a barrage of pulse beams and high-speed armor-piercing rounds! Tang Zijun didn't even turn around; she gripped Fang Xin's shoulder and suddenly yanked him, lifting his massive power armor like a chicken, to the side and back with swift and precise movements, allowing Fang Xin to hide behind a collapsed alloy support column.

At the same time, he casually raised his other arm, and the knight armor covering his forearm instantly unfurled a shield swirling with shadow power! *Pfft pfft pfft!*

Dense energy beams and physical projectiles slammed into the shield, instantly creating energy ripples. The shield remained completely still, without even a ripple. Tang Zijun's cold compound eyes swept over the omnics that were rushing towards them again, then glanced at Fang Xin, who had been thrown behind cover and was still in shock.

This is the border between two different regions, and also the first choice for many people crossing over. If it is a long-distance transport of supplies, it is very likely to be discovered by the omnics. However, "As the commander, how can you run to the very center of the battlefield? Have you ever played a game? When have you ever seen the Ark's Doctor personally take to the field?" "I... I just wanted to stand with my brothers." Fang Xin scratched his head.

Seeing Fang Xin's reaction, Tang Zijun sighed helplessly, but the admiration in her eyes only increased.

He now understood why Fang Xin was able to build a team in the wasteland.

Perhaps this is the difference between "Charge!" and "Follow me!"—even though he was just an ordinary person whose physical abilities were not as strong as those of the wastelanders, his fighting spirit and courage to lead from the front were unique in this world.

No wonder so many people support him.

"This isn't the time to talk about this!" Tang Zijun's voice was firm and resolute. "Whatever you say, let's save them first!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a nearby metal skyscraper exploded, engulfing the entire structure in flames and lightning, emitting a blinding light. Everyone's attention was drawn to the explosion, only to see Leisen, laser gun in hand, leading a group of pale figures armed with various weapons, bursting out of the thick smoke. "You steel junk! I'm here!!"

"kill!!"

Inside the stronghold, the once-cold order had long been shattered.

The alloy walls were covered in scorch marks and cracks, and twisted metal debris was piled up like bizarre sculptures. Thick coolant mixed with electrical sparks from energy leaks meandered across the ground, emitting a pungent smell of ozone and burnt matter. The smoke had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the lingering scent of steel's death.

Under the combined attack of various forces, the overall situation on the battlefield was settled. The control terminals inside the last remaining core of the AI ​​stronghold had been completely destroyed, leaving only charred circuit boards and a scene of utter devastation. The remaining AI units within the stronghold, no longer under unified command, were like headless flies, easily harvested by the Agent forces and resistance fighters. "Boss! They've rescued the people!" a voice filled with excitement and exhaustion rang out.

A group of men and women, dressed in worn but practical wasteland armor and bearing scrapes and bruises, staggered out of the passageway behind the control room, protected by several assault team members. Their faces showed lingering fear mixed with the excitement of regaining their freedom; they were members of the Waist Rat Transport Team.

Fang Xinyan's face instantly lit up with a relieved smile, and he immediately shouted through the megaphone of his power armor.

"Well done, brothers, mission accomplished."

Fang Xin's voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.

"The Omnic reinforcements should be on their way. There's no point in wasting time with them. Everyone, retreat immediately according to the original plan. I and the assault team will cover the rear. Zyglia, you take the men to protect the wounded and the transport team. Hurry! Move quickly!!" His orders were concise and powerful, full of the decisiveness that a battlefield commander should have. The assault team members did not hesitate at all and immediately took action, helping up the wounded and covering the rescued transport team members, rushing towards the relatively safe evacuation route that had been cleared in advance by the Agent forces on the side and rear of the stronghold as quickly as possible.

The group moved swiftly and in an orderly manner, clearly indicating that their retreat route had been planned in advance.

Tang Zijun stood quietly by the gap in the control room, her cold gaze sweeping over Fang Xin's figure as he methodically directed the evacuation.

He nodded slightly, a very subtle movement, but one that was full of approval.

He walked over to Fang Xin, who was nervously directing his team while preparing to evacuate himself. He gently patted Fang Xin on the shoulder, who turned around sharply. Seeing it was Tang Zijun, a questioning look appeared on his tense face. Tang Zijun looked at him, said nothing, but simply stated in a calm and clear tone, "Not bad, you've grown."

These five simple words sent a jolt through Fang Xin, and an indescribable surge of emotion instantly welled up in his eyes.

Fang Xin took a deep breath, suppressing the stinging sensation in his nose. A large, proud, and spirited smile stretched across his dirty face as he nodded emphatically. "Thank you, boss."

"Use your job title when you're at work." Tang Zijun took out a card from her pocket; it was the identification card Shangguan Su had prepared long ago—a four-star agent of the Demon Surveillance Bureau (special version). "This, this is..." Fang Xin trembled as he took the identification card, looking at his photo on it. The clothes he was wearing were the ones he wore when he was in school. "Congratulations, you are now officially an agent of the Demon Surveillance Bureau. Moreover, your identity is special. I have spoken to the director about your situation, and you have been specially promoted to a special status among agents. Your identity is a four-star agent, and your information and position are the highest level, six-star."

Fang Xin hurriedly pulled out the ID card Tang Zijun had given him, his excitement evident on his face. "So, I'm now officially a government employee?" "Don't worry, Fang Xin, it's guaranteed to be a secure job."