It was a minor surprise, after all.
Lacroix not only had to throw the thermite bomb like a hand grenade over a distance of more than a hundred meters, but also had to be extremely precise. Moreover, he had to complete this task under the pursuit of about a dozen Plague Flies.
While doing this series of tasks, he really was busy.
He had already relayed the tasks to the best of his ability, far from being flustered; each step was precisely calculated with impeccable execution.
But he couldn't ensure absolute perfection in every issue.
The thermite bomb was thrown accurately, but its activation time was slightly early, so it exploded before even touching the Shield Generator.
However, the problem wasn't too significant.
The thermite bomb that exploded about one meter above the approximately two and a half meter tall Shield Generator still scattered a substantial amount of red, high-temperature material that splattered and flowed onto the Shield Generator.
This triggered a further reaction; the outer shell of the Shield Generator dissolved, and its internal energy went out of control.
After a sizzle of blue sparks, there was a loud 'boom', and the Shield Generator exploded.
From the perspective of the Wind Falcon Rapid Attack Vessels of the allied forces outside, the sprawling cobalt blue shield that enveloped the entire offshore structure flickered a few times and then disappeared.
Immediately afterward, the Wind Falcons tentatively fired a few rounds of their autocannons down below, and they indeed penetrated smoothly!
Had the ground troops succeeded?
They immediately relayed the relevant message to the commander below.
Matins, locked in fierce combat with the Great Demon, and Lacroix, dealing with the surrounding Plague Fly Swarm using a bomb gun and tactical knife, both heard the message.
They were invigorated!
They certainly hadn't forgotten that their original mission was to destroy this Shield Generator.
Now, they had completed the mission.
As for the unexpected arrival of the Great Demon and the Abyss Rift...
It seemed that there were other ways to deal with it.
In any case, it seemed impossible to kill the filth-covered creature unless they destroyed the Demon Engine behind it; but with it, the Demon Engine couldn't be dealt with either.
Then just forget about it.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat!" As the highest commander, Matins ordered decisively.
A group of them fought and retreated.
With Matins covering the rear to resist the pursuit of the filth-covered creature, the elite special forces, along with two Phoenix Veterans, retreated while firing, inflicting casualties on the Demons and attacking the filth-covered creature to provide cover for Matins.
Previously, the filth-covered creature had no way to deal with them, and now in chase mode, it was even less capable.
This space, which seemed vast with a ceiling height of six meters and large open areas, had only a few pieces of equipment and structures that had been damaged earlier in the fight.
However, for a 'fatty' that is six meters tall, wide, and thick, this space was still too cramped, making it inconvenient for Ge Wajia to maneuver.
The greatly restricted filth-covered creature gradually fell behind in the chase.
It could only emit waves of impotent, furious roars.
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I, as a Great Demon, when have I ever been toyed with !
Even in my most tragic times, when I had half my head chopped off, one arm, and countless injuries, those were casualties from a fair and square battle! The enemies I faced then were strong and numerous, but in the end, I killed them all, and although I had to recover for some years afterward, at least that battle was satisfying!
But today, it's all frustration!
Not at full strength, frustrating!
The enemies dodging and evading, frustrating!
They targeted the Shield Generator and Demon Engine, which I could not protect at the same time, frustrating!
And what's worse, I realized something wasn't right.
According to the memories left by the body I occupy, there's supposed to be a starship constantly present above this world.
Ge Wajia was fully aware of what it meant for a Starship to be in orbit.
Now, here I am without any anti-orbital equipment, just a Shield Generator backed by the infinite energy of the Spiritualized Gas Field, which could have still been useful.
Now, the Shield Generator is gone.
Although the Demon Engine is still intact and the Abyssal Rift remains, the power of the Chaotic Abyss continues to erode the real world, transforming the vicinity into an environment more suitable for Demons and continuously summoning more Demons here.
Before long, I could raise a Demon Legion from this core, and my own power will keep growing, eventually reaching my peak state.
According to the memories of this body, once that step is reached, conquering the entire planet and offering another gift to my benevolent father would be within easy reach.
But... what if an orbital strike hits later?
Nothing has been established yet.
If this Demon Engine behind me explodes, then it's all over.
I will be sent back to the Chaotic Abyss because the source of the laws will be cut off, and the short time in between wouldn't be enough to build another Demon Engine and continue converting the energy of the Spiritualized Gas Field.
Watching those human vermin escape into the narrow passageway, rendering me completely unable to pursue, my enormous body, along with many Plague Demons who had just crawled out from the Abyss Rift and were not yet aware of what fate awaited them, stood bewildered in this space, unsure of what to do next.