--
"Mech Pilot 1004 to HQ, do you copy?"
Inside the main ship of humans, precisely the command center, several people wearing uniforms could be seen monitoring the screens that displayed the on-going ambush against demons.
In one particular corner, an agent tapped his headset and answered the call:
"HQ can hear you, Pilot. What do you have for me?"
"Good news, Agent. The Flesh Incubator and that pesky Soul Network are gone. Completely destroyed. The possibility of them rebuilding them anytime soon was almost zero."
The agent was stunned to speechlessness after hearing this. His mouth literally dropped wide open in shock.
As someone who was placed in the command center, this agent obviously knew many things about this operation and their enemies. Of course he knew that the Flesh Incubator and the Soul Network were prime targets for destruction since they're the key to the Demon Race's false immortality.
That said, even though the pilots were told about this, the truth is that nobody expected any of them to actually do some damage to it. Everyone here knows the importance of these two things to their enemies, so logically, it would make sense that they would be heavily guarded and secured.
So, hearing that someone actually managed to not only reach where those things were being kept but also to completely destroy them beyond repair was an unexpected but very welcomed surprise.
"I don't wanna be that guy, Pilot. But I'm going to need some proof to verify these claims of yours. This is huge, and you and I know that. I'm just following protocol."
"I know and understand. I'm sending the evidence now; it's a bunch of pictures and a video of the actual destruction of those things. I'll be on standby while you verify this on your side."
"Let me put you on hold."
It didn't take long before the agent found himself looking at the pictures and the short video clip that the pilot sent to him. He muted the line and grabbed the holographs of the evidence before making his way to his supervisor.
"Sir, you gotta see this." The agent was barely keeping his giddiness from escaping through his speech.
His supervisor raised a brow and glanced at the holographs that the agent showed him. Upon seeing the pictures and watching the short video clip that the pilot sent, the supervisor straightened his back and his eyes sharpened.
"Who sent this?" he asked.
All of the core components that were important to the functions of these tools were destroyed beyond recognition. Hell, he could barely see a trace of them.
Additionally, any backup data stored was also wiped out. The prince could also see scorch marks on the walls and smell the burning scent lingering within the room. He was almost certain that all the souls of his people were burned too. All the materials they use to support the Flesh Incubator were all wiped out as well. Your next read is at mvl
It was cruel. The destruction of both the Soul Network and the Flesh Incubator was definitely massive damage to his people. Without these two, all of them were facing true deaths right in their faces. Any form of rebirth or reincarnation becomes impossible without those two.
And they can't be repaired. Recreating them was possible, but that's under the assumption that they survive this war. Moreover, only his father, the Demon God, could recreate both of those things. Even worse is that all of his people who died in this war won't ever be seen again, assuming that they manage to survive this war somehow. Their deaths are permanent this time.
The Demon Prince inhaled sharply and swallowed the blood rising up to his chest. The seed of fear within him was germinating even faster, and he could only let it happen.
Nothing could've ever prepared him for this. The burden of leading his people was turning out to be more heavy than he initially expected.
He knew that this isn't the time to lose faith in his abilities, but he can't really help it. This... this is just too much.
BOOOM!!
An explosion shook him out of his stupor. With a quick flare of his senses, another crises descended upon them.
"Shit! They're after the power source now?"
The Demon Prince really didn't have the time to be distracted. The destruction of the Flesh Incubator and the Flesh Network was already a grave injury to his people. If he allowed humans to destroy the power source that's keeping this ship afloat, then that would quite literally spell their certain death.
He marched towards the core of the ship. He arrived just in time to see a couple of jets and mechs firing at will at the barriers that's keeping them away from the power source.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He bellowed out in rage.
He raised his spear and sent a wave of black and crimson energy towards the pesky flies. He watched them scatter around to evade his attacks before focusing their fire on him.
Now, all of a sudden, the Demon Prince was facing the pressure that the barriers were experiencing earlier.
Salvos after salvos were fired at him. Each wave made the Demon Prince wary and somewhat frightened. He knew that he could endure some of them, but with this many all at once? That's suicide! Why did he even announce his presence like that? He could've sneaked in instead and strike them from behind!
Unfortunately, it's a little too late for him to regret his actions now. He's already riding at the back of the proverbial tiger. It's do or die for him, nothing in between.
The worst part is that he couldn't blame anyone else for this other than himself.