BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 1216: Journey to Mur (4)

The Chimaeric Demons were in a heated discussion, talking about battle formations and defense strategies through their communication systems.

Right at that moment, the clones kept a form between human and wyvern—a hybrid state that merged both aspects.

Their bodies mixed human and reptilian features in a practical way—black scales covered some areas while human skin remained in others. Their faces showed a blend of both forms, with reptilian eyes and forked tongues alongside human features and a mix of fangs and regular teeth.

This hybrid form let them speak normally instead of just using Erik’s instability.

Yet despite all they had gone through, voices betrayed clear signs of worry.

"They’re gaining on us," a clone said. "At their current speed, they’ll reach the undead within minutes." Enjoy new chapters from novelhall.Côm

"We should prepare for combat," another said.

The clone said it with so much resignation that it felt as if every ounce of hope had been drained from their existence, leaving behind only a hollow echo of acceptance. The clone had already accepted the inevitability of the coming battle.

In truth, he wasn’t wrong about feeling that way. The unknown flying thaids chased them for at least one hour. Erik tried to stay at a distance, but these things were much faster than he and the Chimaeric Demons were.

However, Erik decided against sending a group of clones to intercept them. The thaids were complete unknowns—their strength levels, abilities, and combat capabilities were all mysteries. Sending clones would not only waste valuable forces, but could also weaken their defensive might. With no tactical advantage to gain, splitting his forces now would just be an error.

Erik felt the ripple of emotions going on among the clones, and even himself, through instability, of course.

They felt determination, fear, rage, but also desperation. Everyone’s thoughts switched between staying strong and worrying about what could happen. Yet, despite the fear gnawing at them, there was also a stubborn refusal to give up, a silent promise to fight until their last breath.

[At least tell me you have a plan,] the biological supercomputer said. It knew what Erik was thinking, but they got into the habit of talking as if they didn’t.

Erik said, watching the undead scouts’ formations through the eyes of his clones’ memories grow more scattered as the pursuing thaids gained ground.

[Well, that’s a cheerful assessment. Any other good news you’d like to share?]

[Sorry. But seriously, we need options. You are right—combat is inevitable at this point. The question is whether we face them on our terms or theirs.]

Erik considered their situation.

Erik paused.

"I see them!" another clone said, breaking Erik’s and the system’s flow of conversation.

As one, the Chimaeric Demons turned their heads back. Even Erik did. The difference was that his neck wasn’t exactly made to turn like the clones did. In the distance, he saw the dark mass of creatures following them appear.

Like a swarm of locusts devouring everything in their path, the flock of flying thaids filled the horizon and made the water below churn because of the beat of their wings.

"Shit..."

[You know, if you keep staring at them like that, they won’t magically disappear,] the biological supercomputer said, trying to lighten the mood.

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he said, watching as the distance between them and their pursuers decreased. Erik could not be indecisive.

"Move the undead to the rear," Erik said. "Prepare for combat."

The Chimaeric Demons moved the rotting creatures into a defensive screen behind the main formation.

It didn’t take much for the monsters to reach them, and Erik’s breath caught in his throat. Emily was right. Those things were ugly.

Erik knew he had to act now, before the battle started. Going into a fight without intelligence was the gravest mistake one could make. He needed to understand these monsters—their nature, their strength, and the extent of their brain crystal powers.

Erik’s analysis interface activated. Numbers, measurements, and detailed readings began streaming across his view as the system gathered data about the creatures.

—[Analysis]—

-Name: Three-Headed Void Ravager

-Physical Description: Massive flying predator, approximately 4 meters long with a 12-meter wingspan. Body covered in overlapping chitinous plates with midnight black coloration and oily sheen. Three serpentine heads on independent necks, each featuring six amber-glowing eyes and multiple rows of backward-curving teeth. Prominent spinal ridges running the length of the body.

- Brain Crystal Powers:

Draining Field (A96B): Projects an energy-draining field that weakens nearby opponents, reducing their physical capabilities and mana reserves. Effect strengthens with proximity.

Void Breath (A66B): Releases concentrated dark matter that corrodes both organic and inorganic materials. Multiple heads can coordinate attacks for devastating effect.

{Attributes}

-STRENGTH: 808

-INTELLIGENCE: 20

-DEXTERITY: 630

-ENERGY: 1767

{Others}

-Power Level: 1736

- Estimated Experience per kill: 464,800,445.02

—[End]—

"Fuck..."

The statistics were terrifying. These creatures were much stronger than any single Chimaeric Demon—even stronger than Erik. Just looking at how much experience points they’d give if killed showed how incredibly powerful they were.

But killing them was going to be almost impossible, especially considering that with their draining field, the creatures were going to weaken Erik and the rest of the Chimaeric Demons.

That wasn’t the only problem. The creatures had two brain crystal powers, and all of them had more than 54 neural links.