The Undying Mecha Emperor

At this point, all of you might be thinking.

"What could be stronger than a hundred Gold Grade automated flying rifles firing Relvaro Armor Piercing High Explosive Rounds at twelve thousand rounds per minute?"

Well, the answer is very simple.

Gold Grade Laser Coated Blades fired by Gold Grade Magnetic Hyper-repulsion Firing Systems.

I combined the sturdiness and sheer unblockable-ness of Gold Grade melee weapons with the explosive power of Gold Grade Rifles' firing systems, and stretched my power to the very limit by producing a full twenty thousand of them.

I gritted my teeth as the burden on my mental facilities and my red energy suddenly spiked to my limit.

"Be careful." Bruce Pang said softly. He had no idea what sort of pressure I had to withstand with such a fearsome set up, but he knew it definitely wasn't something that could be dismissed with but a wave of his hand.

At that point, his words were uttered completely as an elder brother. He truly was concerned for my well-being!

But I was fine.

I wasn't able to execute such a fearsome attack twice in a row without injuring myself, of course. But doing it once was still very much within my limit.

"Pierce." I commanded my blades through gritted teeth as I clenched my fist to give my mental command a physical movement.

Without a single sound, all twenty thousand blades accelerated from zero to a mind-blowing two kilometers a second in an instant and sliced through the Wyrm King's thousands of spider webs and then through its humongous body.

My ultimate attack worked!

GRAaaaaaaahhhhhh…

The Wyrm King released a mournful cry as almost all of its thousand heads dropped lifelessly to the ground, severed by my Gold Grade Laser Blades.

At the same time, disgusting purple blood spurted out of every segment of his extremely fat and long body in copious amounts.

Despite my successful attack, it wasn't quite enough to kill the Wyrm King! Its vitality was much too high to be killed by just twenty thousand (relatively) small blades.

"Damn it." I cursed quietly as I closed my eyes to try and regain my energy a little.

I quickly dismissed all twenty thousand blades, and instead formed ten huge but thin blades, each the length of a ten storey apartment.

All ten blades floated in the sky and started to spin slowly.

With only ten items to control, the burden on my mental facility was much, much lower. However, because the mass of the ten blades were actually the same as the previous twenty thousand blades, the burden on my red energy was the same.

At that moment, my red energy was being once again stretched to the limit.

I could feel a deep fatigue creeping up in my heart.

"This will be my final attack." I said to Bruce Pang softly.

"Make it count." He replied with a nod of acknowledgement.

Graaaaahhhhh!!!

The Wyrm King was heavily wounded, and it was wriggling on the ground weakly.

Any casual observer might think that it was dying judging by the horrendous amount of blood it was losing every second.

But the keen eyed observer would notice that even though blood was constantly flowing out of the Wyrm's body, the purple pool of blood around it wasn't growing any larger.

It could be attributed to the sand absorbing the blood, of course. But the keen eyed observer would definitely see that a good portion of the blood flowing out of its body was being reabsorbed by it!

And all around its body, disgusting red lumps of flesh were forming slowly. The thousand severed heads were all regrowing!

If I failed to kill it within the next few minutes, there was a strong possibility that it would recover to its full strength!

Plus, I only had less than a minute before my two minutes were up.

It was all or nothing.

I let the ten blades reach maximum velocity in their spins for a few crucial seconds before once again sending them hurtling down towards the Wyrm King.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Without his thousand disgusting heads spitting out webs to slow down and hinder my blades, they were able to slam into the Wyrm King's body at maximum power.

And without much fanfare, they sliced his body into eleven messy segments!

The Wyrm King did not produce a death cry after that attack.

How could it?

All of its energy and vitality were instantly drained out of its body through the eleven gaping holes.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Purple blood exited its body and drenched the sand around it.

Its eleven segments quivered lightly for a moment or two before finally remaining still.

The Wyrm King was dead.

Killed by the future Mecha Emperor!

"Good. Retract everything and reform into a light blue mecha. You're now a scout." Bruce Pang said calmly.

I did as he was told and changed my form.

As I did so, the Ancestor was sent squishing next to us and I could once again hear Secretary Wang's very enthusiastic curses with great clarity.

"... don't care! You will meet with the god damned USAA and European delegation and show them a fake weapon capable of non nuclear platinum grade explosion that could once and for all explain this god damned fiasco! First Russel now you! Will you damned old fogeys stop causing me trouble!! Don't you know how close we were to having a god damned world war erupt because of Russel's stupid massacre? We don't need to give the god damned Europeans another god damned reason to attack!"

"She's very… expressive." I commented to Bruce Pang very softly.

But apparently, I wasn't soft enough.

"Who the hell just said that I am very expressive? I will go over there right now and give that god damned punk a real EXPRESSIVE beating! Is he the idiot who caused this fiasco?? God damn it!" Secretary Wang shouted very expressively, much to my absolute horror.

Both the Ancestor and Bruce Pang immediately turned and glared at me.