F-Rank Soul Eater-Chapter 65: Death Of A Soul Mecha.

Chapter 65: Death Of A Soul Mecha.
She looked at Soren like he just asked the dumbest question ever: "Isn’t that obvious?"
Obvious? Everyone refers to her as a dude.
He thought in his head.
"We were brought here together five years ago." Vinegar added. "Even though she has grown to become the strongest and has had the opportunity to gather enough ore stones to leave this place, she only wants that
one
."
The Moment Big Mama showed up, Soren noticed that all eyes moved to her.
This included the Eldritch whales.
Wuuuhummmm
...
They cried.
It was like ing a bully to Mummy.
She was a few hundred feet from where Soren stood.
One would need to cross another five Eldritch whales to reach her.
But Cynthia...
She squatted low, muscles taut, veins popping from her toes all the way to her thick thighs.
Even the whale underneath her felt the pressure as webbed cracks formed.
These webbed cracks were as deep as craters—after Sausage Neck’s meteor punches.
And then she leaped.
VOOOM...
She launched like a rocket, instantly breaking away from the gravity of the whale beneath her, getting to the next, and breaking through it again.
Cynthia moved like a bunny with thrusters under its hooves.
The rest of her body moved in sync with her legs—hands pushing aside obstacles on her path, smashing some together into paste.
In his entire life, Soren had never seen such an unstoppable force.
Also, how could she even breathe or see where she was going with that bucket-like helmet on her head?
As she moved, many antibodies shot their acid spit on her.
But she did not bother to dodge.
Chiiii
...
It sizzled.
But that was all it did. Aside from reddish burn marks, that was all it was.
She did not even dodge attacks like Soren and the others did.
It seemed like nothing could stop her.
In no time, Cynthia had made it to the body of Big Mama.
She had just reached the Tail region. But the moment she did, the antibodies started digging out of her sweat pores, rushing after her.
But these ones were anything but simple.
They had bodies that looked like extra-large gorillas—twelve feet tall.
The same vertical splitting heads with horizontally six-inch teeth were still present, but now these ones had... weapons.
Some held what looked like badly zigzag-shaped long swords. One had a hammer the size of a pillar on its shoulder—squatting readily at a corner.
And a few others had limbs that were practically long blades that ended in curved arcs like the crescent moon.
Even from hundreds of meters away, Soren could tell. Just one of those antibodies was a threat.
And here she was—Cynthia. The one-man army against all of them.
Cynthia paused, chest heaving hard to catch her breath.
And then she slammed her fists together.
Boom...
She moved forward.
And so did her opponents. The first to face her raised its pillar-like hammer and brought it down.
That force.
Soren swallowed.
It was enough to crush bones to dust.
BOOM.
An invisible sound wave spread outwards.
The impact was so loud, Soren had to close his ears, shutting off Blackfield.
The force fluttered his clothes and hair as he raised a hand to protect his eyes.
However, when Soren looked again, he was left speechless.
Cynthia had blocked that attack—both hands above her head.
The earth underneath her caved in.
However, she was not left unscathed.
From underneath her helmet fell drops of blood.
Regardless, she pushed the pillar-like hammer up, forcing the antibody to take two steps back.
An opportunity.
She kicked off the ground.
A punch.
Boom.
She ripped through its chest.
But unlike before, the moment her feet touched the ground, she did not wait.
She rushed forward, prompting the antibodies to chase after her.
A lot had happened to Soren until now, but never had he needed to face opponents of such strength.
Admiration for Cynthia was the least of the emotions he felt right now.
The Blades came down, and she either dodged them or used her axe to parry the attacks.
She was like a chef eager to show off his meat-dissecting skills to a surgeon.
Long, limbed appendages shaped like blades bombarded her.
But she was a force to be reckoned with.
Of course, all this would not be enough. Regardless of her valor and unrelenting determination, the antibodies would not give up.
Those she had destroyed healed fast behind her, adding up to the foes coming ahead.
For this battle, a show of strength and indestructibility was
not
the ally.
Speed
was.
While Soren was mesmerized by the battle, Vinegar, who had seen it many times before, looked away, attempting to go back to her business when she heard it.
"Oh god of the Neuralink. Dragon made it." A prisoner pointed. "She made it to the middle region."
Vinegar paused. Turned. Eyes glowing in surprise.
Soren quickly noticed that many of the prisoners had their attention pulled to Cynthia’s battle.
"What’s happening?" He asked Vinegar.
"She has been trying for years. But this is the first time... the first time she has made it to the middle region." Vinegar answered Soren, dodging an acid spit aimed at her shoulder.
"Go! Go!! Go!!!" A prisoner screamed.
"You can do it, Dragon. Go!" Another screamed.
Soon, everyone was cheering for her.
Soren assumed the prisoners hated her after what happened ’
yesterday
,’ but it would seem like fear was more of the dominant emotion.
Regardless, they all cheered for her to keep pushing.
Hundreds of antibodies were against her. But soon, she had passed the middle region and was into the head region.
"Yes!!!" A prisoner screamed. Like Cynthia’s win was his own.
However, the threat had increased to a few thousand giant-sized antibodies.
But there was more troubling news than that.
Big Mama, for some reason, was going back into the fracture in the sky.
That was weird.
The whale shook again. Like a train smashing into a wall. It shook all of them onboard.
Only now did Soren turn to look at the Soul Mechas.
He was shocked.
An eldritch whale had slammed into Lady Quiet.
The head frame where the pilot should be... was destroyed, with blood and meat paste in the air.
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