Biological Supercomputer System

The tunnels beneath the Law Gate trembled as thousands of undead Thaids emerged from them.

In lockstep formation, the creatures marched forward under strict control. At the front, enormous bear-shaped monstrosities stomped ahead, their bodies full of sharp crystal growths piercing through their dead flesh.

Behind them came the aerial units, flying Thaids. Their tattered wings spread wide, membrane still intact enough for flight. There were many species of them, which the

Chimaeric Demons hunted in the months prior to the attack.

Wolf-like Thaids moved soon after in packs so big as to make every single soul who saw them shiver in dread.

These kinds of thaids were dangerous, not because of their overwhelming strength, but because of their hunting tactics.

Of course, the Chimaeric Demons were currently controlling them, which made the monsters even more terrifying than they would have been in the absence of their control.

But this was true even for all the other thaids. The undead weren't only scary because of their inability to feel pain or their endless stamina. It was because of the fact someone controlled them. A single mind telling them what to do, when to do it, turned these vile creatures into something far more harrowing.

However, here was what was different compared to when the third division commander controlled them. In this case, there were many minds behind them, each one more ruthless, merciless, and, most importantly, deceptively smarter than Monica's.

More and more undead kept pouring out of the tunnels. Each type of thaid took its place in the group.

Their footsteps sent tremors through the earth. Agile, smaller creatures darted between the colossal legs of their larger counterparts.

As the undead army assembled, they received orders from the Chimaeric Demons. They had to start attacking in earnest.

High in the Law Gate's command center, the Vindicators watched the display with narrowed eyes. The security feeds showed angles of the thaid army, but the darkness didn't make it easier for them to see the creatures, who remained partially obscured.

"What the fuck is happening here?"

The other Vindicator accompanying him remained silent. They looked at each other.

"Should I give the order to engage?" he asked, his hand hovering over the communication panel. Beside him stood another Vindicator. The man studied the displays. Something was weird.

"Wait," he said with a troubled expression. "Something's wrong here. Thaids don't organize like this. Look at their formation-it's too perfect. Besides, I'm pretty sure we killed every single one of these fuckers in a 100-kilometer radius. "

The air outside the barrier was cold, like a frigid wind. It was just that the coldness was not due to the temperatures outside but because of the ruthless and murderous look in the eyes of the Chimaeric Demons hidden around.

Thousands of brain crystal powers activated.

Beams of frigid ice, arcing bolts of lightning, and pulsating waves of raw energy erupted from the horde, striking the shimmering barrier with unrelenting fury.

The attack was an incredible sight for whoever saw it at a distance and was not the target of such devastating rain. It was also one that would have instilled fear in the hearts of everyone watching it.

It was just that both the blackguards and the Chimaeric Demons had seen worse, and that was something they saw every Monday. The blackguards were sure the barriers were going to resist.

There was one thing the humans had been good enough to do, and which ensured their survival, and that was creating ferocious defenses. The barrier masters, instead, were simply naturally powerful. They lacked basic attack means, but their defense was absolute. Sure, it all depended on their mana, but even with a scant amount, barriers were hard to break.

It was as if a god had been merciful and had given humanity a means to protect themselves. Of course, a powerful enough attack would have shattered whatever barrier the human put up, but there were not powerful enough thaids to do that, at least not on Mannard.

As predicted, despite the ferocity of the attack, the barrier held. It wasn't a surprise, and the clones didn't make the undead attack it for that reason.

The barrier shook. It soaked up the energy and spread it out. Lines of power moved across its surface. The air shook.

The first Vindicator frowned at the screens. The creatures maintained precise positions. That was true. Their attacks were also strangely coordinated. "You think they're being controlled?" "Has to be," the man paused. "This isn't random. Someone's directing them." The Vindicator moved to another display, checking the defensive systems. "We should use the fixed defenses first. No need to risk our troops."

The man pointed at one of the screens. It was telling in real time where the attacks landed.

"Look at their attacks." He paused. "They do not look that random to me. It's more like they are probing our defenses, testing it for weaknesses."

"Who could it be?"

"Erik Romano?" The second Vindicator said. "I don't see anyone else having the gall, nor the strength, to do something like this. We must tell the first division commander."

"But that power... Haven't you seen it somewhere?"

"I did. That is..."

"No way..."

There was a pause.

"If Erik Romano got the third division's commander's brain crystal power... This is probably just the beginning."

"Wasn't he able to control Thaids? Maybe these are regular ones," the first Vindicator said, his brow furrowed.

"No," the Vindicator said. "There's something unusual about these thaids. Their movements, their coordination—it's all too precise for them. And let's not forget what we learned during the battle at Sleb Harbor. The thaids that the guy seemed to be controlling were, in truth, his soldiers. They have powerful shapeshifting abilities. Even the black wyvern in New Alexandria was most likely one of them."

"I remember; it's just that I find it impossible for so many shapeshifters to have appeared all of a sudden."

The two Vindicators saw another wave of attacks splash against their barrier. "All defense stations!" His voice carried through the communication network. "Activate all automated

systems."

Throughout the Law Gate's outer walls, weapon emplacements powered up. Brain crystal- enhanced turrets swiveled toward their targets, their cores humming to life and pumping mana. Missile batteries emerged from hidden compartments, their targeting systems locking onto the largest threats.

The automated defenses unleashed a devastating barrage upon the undead horde. The night sky lit up with explosions, turning night into day.

Yet where living creatures would have scattered in panic, these undead monstrosities pressed forward with nothing but death in mind.

For the first time, the blackguards were on the other side of the third commander's power.

"Alert all internal security teams," the second Vindicator said. "If Romano's behind this, we need to prepare for anything. This frontal assault could be a distraction for all we know."

His friend nodded, sending the orders and trying to contact the second division commander. Below them, the battle intensified as more undead emerged from hidden tunnels, their numbers seemingly endless.

It didn't take much for the two Vindicators to receive words from Bill. The order was to kill or, rather, destroy. The second division commander was all but stupid.

Once he learned there was an army of Thaids, he immediately understood it was because of Monica's powers. These were undead, and he understood the creatures were there for a

reason.

Yes, to attack and bring down the Law Gate, but it wasn't all. Erik's and the Chimaeric Demons' plan wasn't bad. Attack the place to distract the blackguards from the real enemy, an

infiltrating team.

Bill understood there was no other reason for the Chimaeric Demons to do an attack like this, blindly charging at the barrier, but to protect someone that was already inside the base, or

that was going to enter.

What was more unsettling, though, was that he could do nothing about it, because if his enemy chose to employ such a tactic, it meant he could not stop them.

There was also another problem. The blackguards clashed with Erik's army many times at this point. Yet there wasn't a single trace of the white-masked monsters comprising his army.

That meant there were two things to do.

The first was to send the Vindicators to search for such a team. The second was to kill as many

undead as possible.

If, as Bill thought, Erik was inside the Law Gate already, they were going to target the barrier masters and the generators. Once that happened, the undead would rush in, and Erik's real army would then join. This meant the best thing was to reduce the enemy numbers. There was only one problem. There were few Vindicators inside. Two were patrolling around,

which were those he was going to send searching for the group. Two other ones were at the generators, meaning they couldn't move unless something big happened. The last two were at the walls, coordinating the defense.

Only he could move, but not before he was sure the planes were destroyed.

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