A Guide to Farming in a Mobile City-Chapter 197 : Enemy’s Trump Card Troops

Chapter 197: Enemy’s Trump Card Troops
It was another new day, and Li Ye was leisurely eating breakfast.
While eating, he casually opened the System Panel.
The cooldown had already reset, and a new round of intelligence had refreshed.
The total waiting time was only eight hours.
【1. The current number of Giants in the Old Civilization Zone was fewer than fifty thousand. (Intelligence Value: Normal)】
【2. Southern Continent, Level 3 Region, Volcanic Zone. The Level 3 Monstrous Civilization “Frankenstein Civilization” that controlled this region had suffered heavy losses under the attack of the Giants. Both sides suffered greatly. (Intelligence Value: Excellent)】
【3. As of now, all five Level 3 Monstrous Civilizations in the Southern Continent were at war with the Giant Civilization. Among them, the one that killed the most enemies was the Alchemical Werewolf Civilization. The kill ratio between the Alchemical Werewolves and the Giants was 1.2 to 1. The Alchemical Werewolf Civilization did not possess a Mobile City. (Intelligence Value: Excellent)】
【4. At the edge of a small lake in the northwest direction of the Giant Tree Zone, there was a small Level 3 Frost Ore Vein. (Intelligence Value: Rare)】
【5. The Wasteland God Warlord would be observing the entire course of this Southern Continent war. (Intelligence Value: Rare)】
After glancing roughly through the intelligence contents, Li Ye stopped eating.
The amount of information in this round of intelligence was far greater than what he had expected.
What caught his attention the most was the third piece of intelligence.
The Giant Civilization truly lived up to being a Super Monstrous Civilization, single-handedly crushing all human and monster forces of an entire continent, even bearing the assault of five Level 3 Monstrous Civilizations at once.
What shocked Li Ye the most was that the Alchemical Werewolf Civilization was actually able to fight the Giant Civilization to a kill ratio of 1.2 to 1.
And that was even without a Mobile City.
Li Ye’s expression gradually grew more serious.
He had witnessed the individual combat power of the Giants with his very own eyes.
This only made him increasingly curious about the Alchemical Werewolf Civilization.
“Without a Mobile City, that means the Alchemical Werewolves didn’t rely on conventional Mobile Cities and vehicles for combat,” he thought silently. “Their individual combat power must have been extremely formidable.”
With this round of intelligence, Li Ye suddenly had many things he could do.
For example, he could head to the Volcanic Zone and take advantage of the mutual devastation between the Frankenstein Civilization and the Giants to scavenge some spoils.
Or he could return to the Old Civilization Zone and continue harvesting metal resources—after all, the Giants were currently busy with external expansion, and there were hardly any left at home. Fifty thousand Giants spread across thirty-five states meant only about a thousand per state.
But before that, he felt it was necessary to get a clear understanding of the Alchemical Werewolves.
The best person to ask was naturally Bishop Albert. Yesterday, he had not left but instead stayed in the Basin Region to continue supervising the construction of the Underground City.
Thus, Li Ye quickly finished his breakfast.
Before leaving, he deliberately dispatched a Black Hawk Helicopter to head toward the northwest direction of the Giant Tree Zone, searching for that small Frost Ore Vein by identifying the lake’s features.
When Li Ye found Albert, the latter was having breakfast.
“Alchemical Werewolf Civilization?” He froze upon hearing it. “Why are you suddenly so interested in that?”
“So you know what kind of Monstrous Civilization it is?” Li Ye asked.
Albert paused for a moment before speaking.
The Alchemical Werewolf Civilization was a highly evolved Level 3 Monstrous Civilization.
The Alchemical Werewolves within the civilization were no longer mere bloodthirsty beasts but highly evolved biochemical warriors.
The Alchemical Werewolf Civilization combined mechanical modification, alchemical enhancement, and genetic domestication, fusing primal beast nature with steam technology to transform their kin into ultimate killing machines.
Through such modification, the bodies of the Alchemical Werewolves were no longer composed of mere fur and claws, but were a fusion of reinforced metallic skeletons and muscle fibers.
The weapons they relied upon had also been greatly enhanced.
Their primary weapon was a high-temperature pyrolytic powered claw called the “Burning Claw.” It consisted of quenched steel blades and a combustive fuel injector, with miniature boilers built within the claw blades to keep them continuously heated—pure steam-powered killing instruments.
In addition, they possessed sonic cannons at their throats, lunar rail chainsaws on their backs, mist-blade tails, and Furnace Overload Devices that enabled them to enter an overclocked state.
In City Battles, the Alchemical Werewolves relied on their extreme speed to shuttle through the battlefield, wantonly hunting vehicles and Mobile Cities in their path.
Their pinnacle-level individual combat power made driving vehicles and Mobile Cities a burden instead.
“So a high-level Monstrous Civilization without Mobile Cities is actually even more terrifying,” Albert concluded. “And the Hyenafolk Civilization is the trump card troops of the monster side in the Southern Continent.”
As he spoke, he recalled something and added one more detail.
The Alchemical Werewolf Civilization belonged to Natural Selection, one of the three world-class organizations of the Monstrous Civilizations.
During the expansion of the Giant Civilization, the Alchemical Werewolf Civilization had received orders from Natural Selection to engage the Giants in the Southern Continent.
According to intelligence from human scouts, the Alchemical Werewolves had slaughtered countless Giants, though they themselves also suffered heavy casualties.
Upon hearing this, Li Ye could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Just from Albert’s description, he already felt how terrifying the Alchemical Werewolves were.
“What about the Wasteland God Warlord?” he continued to ask. “Do you know what exactly He is?”
Albert gently shook his head.
He admitted that although he was a bishop, he was a rather pragmatic one and did not care much about the troublesome affairs of the Wasteland God.
As he spoke, he slapped his thigh.
“Hah! I only joined the Apocalypse Sect back then just to make a living! To get myself a position, I even memorized the entire Law Code word for word at the time.”
“.”
“If you’re really interested, you can go ask the higher-ups of the Apocalypse Sect. They must know for sure,” Albert reminded. “Oh, by the way, I just received some intelligence from the frontlines this morning.”
“What intelligence?” Li Ye asked instinctively.
After taking a few more bites of breakfast, Albert gave his reply.
The Alchemical Werewolf Civilization had already begun launching an annihilation operation against the Giants of the Giant Tree Zone.
Deep within the Giant Tree Forest, sunlight filtered through the overlapping layers of trunks and branches, scattering into mottled golden-green light and mist.
The air was filled with the damp scent of moss and ancient resin.
Countless colossal figures moved slowly among the towering giant trees. Their footsteps made the earth emit a deep tremor, like the breath of ancient behemoths.
They were none other than the Giants.
From the moment they gained intelligence, the Giant Civilization had begun a massive expansion across the Southern Continent.
Wherever Earth Tremors passed, heaven and earth alike collapsed.
Now, the Giants had essentially taken the Giant Tree Zone.
The Hyenafolk Civilization within the Giant Tree Zone could not withstand the Giants’ assault at all.
Yet the Giants could not completely exterminate the Hyenafolk Civilization in a short time either.
For the latter relied on the terrain of the Giant Tree Zone to wage guerrilla warfare against the Giants.
This made the Giants endlessly annoyed.
At present, more than a thousand Giants were patrolling, searching for the small-sized enemies hiding in corners.
Just then, they suddenly sensed something unusual.
Something seemed to be moving among the giant trees.
They streaked swiftly between the trees, each leap tearing apart the mist that lingered in the forest. Their claws sank deep into the timeworn, ravine-filled bark. The decayed trunks split under brute force, while woodchips mixed with morning dew pattered down.
When the Giants raised their heads, they could not clearly see the figures—these beings were simply too fast. All they could glimpse were two streaks of crimson light glowing across their faces.
At last, the figures halted at various points on the giant trees.
It was a pack of Alchemical Werewolves.
From their appearance, their bodies were no longer mere flesh and blood, but a twisted fusion of machinery and biological tissue.
The heads of the Alchemical Werewolves still retained the basic outline of a wolf, but their jaws had been remodeled into detachable metallic mandibles. Rotating gears and hydraulic pistons were embedded in their joints, and every step was accompanied by a hiss of steam. Their muscles stretched and contracted like steel cables, brimming with terrifying explosive power.
High-temperature pyrolytic powered claws, the “Burning Claws,” sonic cannons, lunar rail chainsaws, mist-blade tails, Furnace Overload Devices—
each Alchemical Werewolf was armed to the teeth.
They crouched upon the horizontal branches of the giant trees, mechanical joints emitting guttural hydraulic wheezes, crimson eyes locked firmly onto the Giants below.
At this moment, the Underground City seemed extremely quiet, as Giants and Alchemical Werewolves faced one another in silence.
The Werewolves were fewer in number, their height only about 1.8 meters. In front of Giants that stood over a hundred meters tall, they were mere specks.
Yet every Giant felt that suffocating, oppressive pressure bearing down upon them.
At last, the leading Alchemical Werewolf spoke calmly.
“By the order of Natural Selection, the Giant Civilization shall be eradicated.”
In an instant, the Alchemical Werewolves who had been standing still leapt down one after another, pouncing toward the Giants like a torrential downpour.
They moved through the giant trees with an almost unnatural fluidity, foreclaws landing as hind legs powered forward, shuttling as though treading flat ground.
One Alchemical Werewolf at the forefront suddenly burst forth. Midair, it turned into a dark-silver meteor plunging downward. The Burning Claw ignited during the fall, scorching heat shredding the air, leaving behind a comet-like trail of blazing white.
A Giant had not even reacted before its face was overshadowed.
“Hiss!”
The Burning Claw pierced straight into its brow, the extreme heat instantly carbonizing flesh and bone. With the momentum of its descent, the Werewolf drove onward, splitting the Giant’s entire skull apart!
The dying Giant desperately flailed its massive hands to seize it. Yet the Alchemical Werewolf vaulted toward the ground, its mist-blade tail unfolding mid-fall, slicing across the Giant’s knee like a blade.
As it landed, the unbalanced Giant immediately collapsed to its knees.
Another Giant swung its trunk-like arm, attempting to crush a Werewolf charging along a tree trunk. But the Werewolf dodged sideways, the lunar rail chainsaw snapping out from its forearm. The sawteeth spun at high speed, arcs of blue light crackling along its edge.
Before the Giant’s astonished gaze, its swinging hand was severed in a single stroke!
With a roar, the Werewolf slashed with both Burning Claws, ripping into the Giant’s abdomen like a raging beast. A muffled grinding sound followed as entrails and shattered bones erupted outward.
A Giant swiftly caught hold of an Alchemical Werewolf, intent on crushing it with sheer strength.
But the moment it seized its prey, the Giant felt an unprecedented sting pierce its palm.
In the next instant, its entire hand was shredded and melted through by the Burning Claws. Freed at once, the Werewolf leapt onto its back, firing a sonic cannon point-blank at its spine, slashing its hamstrings with the lunar rail chainsaw, and piercing its throat with the mist-blade tail—fourfold slaughter unleashed simultaneously. Under the relentless onslaught, the Giant’s body was torn apart, its fragments incinerated in midair before even striking the ground.
The Alchemical Werewolves were about to press their advantage when they suddenly sensed their bodies going awry.
Their Burning Claws wavered, their hydraulic systems spasmed unnaturally, and alloy bones burned with agony like countless ants gnawing within.
Turning their heads, they beheld several strange Giants.
These Giants seemed forged from ancient magnets and molten iron, their bodies like moving black mountains. Their rough surfaces bore mottled patterns, like the wrinkles of the earth etched onto steel-like skin.
Their heads were solid masses of angular magnetite, faceless yet exuding the oppressive gaze of some primordial will. Rust-red iron whiskers hung from their jaws, floating and twisting like living things with the unseen fluctuations of a magnetic field.
Their arms were like twin iron towers, coiled with ceaseless storms of iron sand. Countless metallic particles, bound by magnetic force, surged at their fingertips, condensing into hammers one moment, scattering into chains the next.
They were Magnetic Giants.
The primary combat force of the Giant Civilization for countering Monstrous Mobile Cities and vehicles, and against foes such as the Alchemical Werewolves, they displayed unprecedented effectiveness.
They were the main cause of the Alchemical Werewolves’ heavy casualties.
Under the suppression of the Magnetic Giants, the Alchemical Werewolves’ movements slowed drastically.
Seizing the chance, the once passive Giants began hurling boulders in counterattack.
As the sky-darkening rain of boulders poured down, the entire Alchemical Werewolf army was instantly drowned in a torrent of destruction.
Some Giants struck with heavy fists, pulverizing Werewolves outright. Others snatched them up with cruel grins and crushed them mercilessly.
When the dust finally settled, the forest floor was littered with mangled Alchemical Werewolf remains.
One rain of stones had wiped out more than half the Alchemical Werewolves.
The Giants prepared to pursue their victory, but soon realized something was wrong.
The surviving Alchemical Werewolves’ steam cores in their chests thundered like erupting volcanoes. With a series of deafening steam detonations, the exhaust valves on their backs all burst open, unleashing scorching steam in radial bursts.
All the Alchemical Werewolves had played their final trump card—the Furnace Overload.
The magnetic restraints of the Magnetic Giants were shattered by the Furnace’s violent energy.
The Alchemical Werewolves regained mobility, their Burning Claws reignited, burning more ferociously than ever before. Five claw marks raged like five roaring dragons of flame.
The Magnetic Giants tried to strengthen their restraints, but it was useless.
Before their eyes, the Alchemical Werewolves’ bodies radiated surging heat, and their eyes turned crimson with unprecedented savagery!