100: Mass-produced iron cavalry form a mighty army; the Lord of the Abyss reveals his ferocity.

Chapter 103: Mass-Produced Iron Cavalry Becomes a Mighty Army, The Lord of the Abyss Reveals Its Ferocity

News of the apocalypse tank's resounding success in live combat testing spread like thunder to every corner of Dawn City. Soldiers and civilians across the Five Great Bases were in an uproar, as if the threat of the Skeleton Serpent pressing on their hearts had been mostly shaken off by the roar of this steel behemoth.

In the Northern Steel Base, the lights on the fully automated production lines burned brightly through the night. Vibranium alloy armor plates were precisely welded under the control of robotic arms, core components of magnetic storm main cannons were embedded one by one into the turrets, and the targeting systems of Laser Anti-Aircraft Guns underwent final calibration. Thanks to the resource explosion brought by the Chrono Miner and the technological boost of the red alert system 2.0, the mass production speed of the apocalypse tank far exceeded expectations—the originally projected three-month construction period was brutally compressed to just one and a half months.

When the one hundredth apocalypse tank slowly rolled off the assembly line, a grand flag-presentation ceremony was held on the parade ground of the Central Hub Base.

Lin Zhou, dressed in a crisp military commander's uniform, personally handed a military flag embroidered with four golden characters 'Apocalypse Iron Cavalry' to Zhao Shanhe.

"You are appointed as the inaugural division commander of the Apocalypse Tank Division," Lin Zhou's voice was firm and powerful, echoing across the parade ground. "Lead the Iron Cavalry to guard the East Sea defense line, and repel the enemy beyond our borders!"

Zhao Shanhe raised the military flag high, turned to face the neatly arrayed apocalypse tanks, and his voice boomed, shaking eardrums: "Apocalypse Iron Cavalry, protect our home and defend our nation! Not an inch of ground shall be yielded, we fight to the death and never retreat!"

"Not an inch of ground shall be yielded, we fight to the death and never retreat!"

One hundred apocalypse tanks fired their cannons in unison. The flames from their muzzles reddened the sky, and the thunderous roar made the very earth tremble. This steel army forged from red alert's black technology had thus become Dawn City's sharpest spear and its sturdiest shield.

Outside the East Sea Barrier Base, the tracks of the Apocalypse Tank Division crushed the sandy beach, laying down an impregnable defense line along the coastline. On each tank's turret, the twin-linked magnetic storm main cannons were slowly charging, their faint blue electric glow deterring even seagulls from attempting to land nearby.

Standing inside the command tank, Zhao Shanhe stared at the radar screen, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth. With the Apocalypse Tank Division, even if the Skeleton Serpent sent ten times the number of Deep-Sea Behemoths as before, they would only become wreckage beneath the tracks.

But he didn't know that a crisis far beyond imagination was quietly brewing deep in the Pacific Ocean.

Inside the undersea base, Zhu Long stood before a massive cultivation chamber, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light.

Inside the chamber, a colossal creature a full hundred meters long slowly stretched its body. Its form was covered in dark purple scales, each as large as a small hill, shimmering with a metallic luster. On its head grew seven crimson eyes, each capable of firing lasers potent enough to melt steel. Behind it, nine thick tentacles swayed casually, their tips ending in claws that could easily tear through an aircraft carrier's deck.

This was the ultimate weapon into which the Serpent Skeleton Research Institute had poured its heart and soul—the Lord of the Abyss.

Its genetic sequence fused fragments from the Deep-Sea Behemoth, the Magma Fiend, and the Spirit-Devouring Tree, and even incorporated a trace of energy substance stolen from Bear Country's Vacuum Forbidden Zone. It possessed not only overwhelming physical power capable of crushing anything, but also the ability to manipulate oceanic energy, summoning tsunamis and giant waves.

"Lin Zhou, your Apocalypse Tank Division is indeed quite a surprise," Zhu Long caressed the glass of the cultivation chamber, his voice icy. "But before absolute power, any steel is merely a joke."

He slowly pressed the activation button.

The hatch of the cultivation chamber slowly opened, seawater instantly flooding in. The Lord of the Abyss let out an ear-splitting roar that penetrated the water, reaching the East Sea defense line hundreds of kilometers away.

On the apocalypse tanks patrolling, an impossibly huge red dot suddenly appeared on their radar screens.

"Report! Detecting an ultra-strong energy signature! Target size... cannot be estimated! It's approaching our defense line at high speed!" The radar operator's voice carried a tremor.

Zhao Shanhe's face abruptly changed, and he sharply looked towards the horizon.

On the distant sea surface, a kilometer-high giant wave suddenly surged. At its crest, the silhouette of a colossal creature slowly emerged. Seven crimson eyes, like seven suns, illuminated the dim sea; nine tentacles lashed in the seawater, stirring up towering waves.

"What... what is that thing?" a tank crewman exclaimed in shock.

Zhao Shanhe's pupils constricted violently, his heart pounding wildly. In all his years, he had never seen such a terrifying creature.

"All units, attention! Maximum combat alert!" Zhao Shanhe roared the order. "Apocalypse Tank Division, deploy in a fan formation! Charge magnetic storm main cannons to maximum power! Aim at the target, prepare to fire!"

One hundred apocalypse tanks rapidly spread out, their turrets uniformly turning towards the Lord of the Abyss. The electric glow of the twin-linked magnetic storm main cannons intensified to its limit.

"Fire!"

Following Zhao Shanhe's command, two hundred thick beams of magnetic storm energy, like two hundred blue thunderbolts, tore through the air towards the Lord of the Abyss.

The energy beams struck the Lord of the Abyss's scales with pinpoint accuracy, producing sharp, grating sounds. Yet, horrifyingly, these beams powerful enough to blast through ten-meter-thick reinforced concrete left only faint white marks on the scales.

The Lord of the Abyss let out a contemptuous roar, its seven eyes simultaneously glowing red.

Seven scorching laser beams, like seven rays of death, shot towards the Apocalypse Tank Division in an instant.

"Evade, now!"

Zhao Shanhe roared, swerving the command tank sharply.

The laser beams grazed past the tank's tracks, instantly blasting seven bottomless craters into the sand, the rock within melted into magma.

Three apocalypse tanks that failed to dodge in time were directly pierced by the laser beams. Their sturdy Vibranium alloy armor, like paper, was instantly penetrated. The ammunition inside detonated violently, transforming the tanks into balls of fire.

"Damn it!" Zhao Shanhe's eyes nearly burst with rage. "All tanks, provide covering fire for each other! Use mobility to flank the target's rear!"

The Apocalypse Tank Division quickly adjusted tactics, executing agile maneuvers across the beach. magnetic storm main cannons continued firing, and Laser Anti-Aircraft Guns aimed at the Lord of the Abyss's eyes, attempting to disrupt its vision.

But the Lord of the Abyss's speed was beyond imagination. Its nine tentacles lashed out like phantoms; each swing could send an apocalypse tank flying or tear it apart outright.

In just ten minutes, the Apocalypse Tank Division had lost twenty tanks.

Watching the dwindling red dots on his screen, a wave of despair washed over Zhao Shanhe. This monster was simply not something human weaponry could contend with.

"Commander! Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!" Zhao Shanhe shouted into the communicator, his voice tinged with a sob.

Far away in the Central Hub Base, Lin Zhou had already witnessed the battle situation at the East Sea defense line through the skynet satellite. His face was dark enough to drip water, his fists clenched so tight they creaked.

"Relay my orders!" Lin Zhou's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "Falcon Fighter Jet Squadron, all units sortie! Load all Vine-Burning bombs and liquid nitrogen armor-piercing shells! Skynet System, focus all efforts on jamming the Lord of the Abyss's energy signals! Also, activate the red alert system 2.0's ultimate protocol, unlock..."

Before Lin Zhou could finish, a scream from Zhao Shanhe suddenly came through the communicator.

On the screen, the command tank was ensnared by the Lord of the Abyss's tentacles, then violently slammed into the ground, becoming a ball of fire.

The Lord of the Abyss's seven eyes slowly turned towards the direction of the skynet satellite, as if in taunt.

Zhu Long's laughter suddenly transmitted through the communicator, echoing throughout the command center.

"Lin Zhou, the game, has only just begun."

On the East Sea defense line, the tracks of the Apocalypse Tank Division still turned, and cannon fire still roared. But a shadow had fallen over the heart of every soldier.

They finally understood that the Skeleton Serpent's true killing move had only just surfaced.