Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 633 - 553 The Power of Science

The bright white moon hung high in the night sky.

Western Georgia Territory, Cumberland Line, outside a standard outpost with complete facilities for a hundred soldiers.

"Roar!"

A low growl emitted from the throat, and suddenly a bright silver agile figure flashed through the primeval forest, quickly spotted by the soldiers on duty who had long reversed their routines.

Just as the spotlight locked onto it, the Crowman commander, as the officer, suddenly waved his hand:

"Open fire!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!...

The soldiers, dressed in leather coats and wearing enchanted wind-proof goggles, lifted their firearms which were already in an activated state; the orange-red muzzle flashes lit up simultaneously, and the lead bullets streaked with faint white light stormed to block the space where the figure would evade.

One bullet grazed its hind leg, another hit its spine.

Originally moving so fast it left only a residual image, the enemy finally appeared in the eyes of the ordinary soldiers. It was a leopard-like Natural Spirit with a completely silver body and feathered long limbs.

Only its front half appeared plump and graceful, with even a pair of small wings on its shoulder blades, but the hind half was gaunt as if an underdeveloped defective product. In the soldiers’ eyes, it projected a uniquely fierce posture.

Currently.

Under the Spiritual Origin dispersing across the New Continent, even the flimsy ghost-like entities that emerge and vanish with the breeze couldn’t be underestimated, just like the once "Headless Ghost" Aida, they too had acquired the ability to kill directly.

As for this silver leopard, it already possessed the Extraordinary Essence of Resentful Spirit Level, which, if fortunately worshiped by the Atrean people, might gradually transform into a new Totem God.

"Extraordinary move up to engage, grenadiers prepare, firearms soldiers reload."

With the Crowman commander’s order, two werewolves leaped from the ranks, brandishing crescent knives coated with a layer of golden sword oil, rushing fiercely towards the silver leopard whose speed had drastically dropped.

At the same time, a group of grenadiers in the rear had already ignited the fuses of the spherical bombs in their hands.

According to the Crowman Team’s habits, the best choice at this moment was to use vaporized Holy Water which was most effective against "ghosts".

But the congregation of believers in the New Continent was relatively sparse, and the Black Iron Cross Church couldn’t produce much Holy Water. In this war, the precious Holy Water was more used as a medication to treat Evil Spirit damage rather than a weapon.

Fortunately, they held an alternative with equally good effects — [Holy Salt Bombs], made from red sulfate crystals prepared by witchcraft, rather than the salt used in many church rituals.

"Throw!"

Bang bang bang...

As the Holy Salt Bombs exploded mid-air, they showered the entire area with fine red crystal rain. The two werewolves felt nothing unusual, but the silver leopard, as if bathed in acid rain, emitted blue smoke and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"Aroo—!"

Yet the spiritual monster driven only by bloodlust did not retreat but instead launched a desperate counterattack against the nearest werewolf, its spirit body shining brighter than ever.

Its head, seemingly soaked in acid, appeared ugly like an Evil Ghost; its jaws full of sharp beastly teeth flashed ominously cold, piercing the werewolf’s eyes.

Faced with the beast’s open jaws dangerously close, the werewolf did not dodge but instead stepped forward. The "Wild Spiritual Light" within him exploded abruptly; he backhandedly pulled out a dagger with a faint red blade from his waist, stabbing fiercely into the spirit core of the silver leopard Natural Spirit.

Bang—

Like the last straw breaking the camel’s back, the silver leopard exploded into countless particles of light and slowly disappeared.

The [Gladiator Talisman] hanging on the werewolf’s chest suddenly shone; the gentle spiritual feedback made him feel refreshingly comfortable from his heart to his fingertips as if he drank a bowl of cool water in June.

"Ha!"

"Just a little figure without any special abilities, don’t relax, stay vigilant!"

Through experiments, the effective range of the outpost is approximately ten kilometers.

Currently, on the 350-kilometer-long Cumberland Line, a total of 36 defense outposts had been established, with a stationed force of 3600 personnel. Because of the strong reinforcements from the Far Sails Territory, soldiers could rotate every month.

The scene here was merely a microcosm of the whole "Abayachi Defense Line". 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Today marked two months since the first Spirit Tide outbreak.

Large-scale assaults like the first had not happened again; only sporadic small waves of Spiritual Monsters continuously attacked the Kingdom Colony’s defenses, and although there were occasional failures, it was much improved from the start.

In these low-intensity battles, the trained warriors adeptly handled ordinary Natural Spirits without special abilities.

During this period, tactics gradually refined; strategies, responses, and weapons were analyzed for different types of enemies, and after every battle of significant value, someone completed a combat summary and distributed it across the entire line.

Thus, apart from the enhanced individual combat capability fostered by [Ephelide’s Sacrifice], knowledge accumulation, combat skills, and morale kept improving.

Every month before the switching of troops, battle heroes, exemplary soldiers, and advanced groups were selected, and with the honor came substantial material rewards and the privilege for weapon customization.

Due to these comprehensive policies, no severe aversion to battle had occurred, and the overall combat situation was positive.

Of course, assuming no unexpected events occurred.