All Chapters of EXILE COG: OMEGA PROTOCOL: Chapter 91
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Chapter 91: The Death of the Clown
Blue electrical sparks crackled from the tip of Borin’s laser scalpel, reflecting off the metal walls of the stuffy field medical unit. The sharp scent of ozone mixed with the smell of burnt oil filled the small room, creating a thin haze that constricted Prince Elara’s breathing. On the steel operating table, the figure he once knew as Zenith the Scavenger now looked alien. The jet-black Void-Steel armor still emitted faint traces of purple vapor from its shoulder cooling units, while the relic antenna on his back stood rigid, broadcasting a high-pitched, ear-splitting whine. “Could you slow down a little, Chief? You seriously look like you’re dismantling a grinding machine, not fixing my friend,” Elara protested, his voice trembling with suppressed tears. He gripped the edge of the operating table until his knuckles turned white, his eyes fixed on Zenith’s lenses, which now glowed a static purple, cold and lifeless. Borin didn’t turn around; his red beard, braided with iron chains
Chapter 92: The Dwarf Relic Expedition
"Your tactical analysis is absolute garbage, damn it! Are you saying saving your own life is a waste of resources?!" Chief Borin roared, his voice echoing so loudly that bronze dust rained down from the ceiling of the Stonehearth command center. Borin’s mechanical hand slammed the tactical table so hard that the holographic projection of the Northern Mountains violently shook. Across from him, Zenith stood rigid, a monument of black steel. His Void-Steel armor radiated an unnatural cold aura, while his eye lenses glowed with a static, deep purple. There was no relaxed slump of the shoulders, no dismissive tilt of the head. Zenith the scavenger was truly buried beneath Protocol Omega. "Efficiency is the singular parameter in this war, Borin," Zenith replied. His voice was devoid of emotion, flat like a monotonous stone grinding wheel. "Diverting military personnel to search for ancient relics whose existence is based solely on dwarven myths constitutes an eighty-four percent strategi
Chapter 93: Fading Light Valley
"Mark the coordinates now, or we'll lose their frequency trace in this black blizzard, damn it!" Elara yelled, her voice hoarse, punctuated by plumes of breath that immediately froze in the cold air. Prince Elara stood before a portable tactical table that shook violently from the vibrations of the steam generator in their temporary camp. Across from him, Zenith, or more accurately, the Omega entity that now controlled his logic circuits, stood rigid without the slightest sign of cold. His black Void-Steel armor seemed to absorb the dim light from the Magitek lamps inside the tent, creating a deadly silhouette. Zenith's optical lenses emitted a static, deep purple glow. He did not turn toward Elara; his large, black-armored hand moved with military precision over the holographic map. "Air route analysis: Not feasible. Sovereign energy particle density in the atmosphere has reached saturation levels. Initiating ground route projection via the Grey Sector." The blue light from the ho
Chapter 94: Diplomacy in the Den of Refusal
"Don't blink, you idiot! If that silver light hits your eyes, your brain will be completely drained, scrubbed clean like a freshly washed plate!" Zenith roared, his voice hoarse and laced with painful static distortion. Arrows of pure light shot out from behind the silver mist, slamming into Zenith's Dark Coil energy shield with a deafening, high-frequency boom. Prince Elara ducked behind Zenith's towering metal legs, while Marcus drew his energy blade, attempting to slice through the increasingly suffocating fog. The scent of dry jasmine and air as cold as ice enveloped the Fading Light Valley, where time seemed to stop and rot. "Show yourselves, High Kin! We did not come to spill blood!" Marcus shouted, his voice echoing between the ancient stone pillars that resembled giant fangs. "Your blood has been spilled since your ancestors betrayed the covenant of this forest, Human," a melodic voice carrying a note of death resonated from all directions. The silver mist slowly parted, r
Chapter 95: The Bond Valerius Desired
"The silver light from this Phasing Core is seriously frying my visual sensors, damn it!" Zenith exclaimed, his voice cracking with the static electricity arcing between the crystal pillars of the Fading Light Valley. Zenith’s optical lenses flickered wildly, briefly emitting the dull yellow of Exile before locking back onto the deep, static purple of Omega. His black Void-Steel armor hummed low, resonating with the silver crystal he had just integrated into his shoulder system. Across the light-shrouded chamber, Elder Lyra stood calmly, her long fingers pointing toward a magic circle newly etched into the stone floor. "Prince Elara," Lyra called, her voice melodic yet carrying a weight as cold as polar ice. "Our aid is not just a piece of metal you attach to your machine. To pierce the Sovereign's veil, your mind must be able to recognize the frequency of darkness before it destroys you. And in this place, only one person carries that frequency in his soul." Lyra turned toward the
Chapter 96: General Scrapper and the Old Core
The pounding sound of metal striking ice echoed like a death knell along the exit path of Fading Light Valley. Zenith stopped abruptly, his heavy metal feet planted deep in the black snow, which was beginning to freeze into sharp crystalline layers. The relic antenna on his back vibrated violently, emitting high-frequency sensory pulses that made the air around them feel static and suffocating. "Hold your positions. No one moves a single millimeter," Zenith commanded. His voice was a cold Omega baritone, utterly rigid and devoid of human emotion. "What is it, Zenith? Did your radar antenna pick up another enemy?" Prince Elara asked. The youth now stood straighter, his eyes fixed on the blizzard ahead. The purple veins on his neck no longer pulsed wildly, but instead lent a calm shade of darkness to his increasingly mature face. Marcus drew his energy sword, positioning himself in front of Elara. "I'm not getting any signals on my armor sensors, man. The air here is completely dead.
Chapter 97: A Message from the Empress
The static whine emanating from Mentor Jory's crystal tablet was agonizing, tearing through the silence of the night at the Magitek Prime border, now blanketed in knee-deep black snow. The blue light from the Mentor's staff flickered erratically, casting long, trembling shadows on the walls of the ice cave where they sheltered. The scent of burning sulfur and ozone seeped through the rock crevices, mixing with the heavy metallic odor of Zenith, who stood rigid as a statue of black steel. "I got it ... I got the frequency, Prince!" Jory exclaimed, his wrinkled finger trembling as it pressed the crystal surface. Zenith, who had been locked in cold Omega mode since the battle against General Scrapper, rotated his head one hundred and eighty degrees. His purple lenses flashed sharply, immediately synchronizing with Jory's device. "Initiating Royal-Alpha protocol decryption. Neutralizing Sovereign static interference in three ... two ... one." A holographic screen exploded into life in
Chapter 98: The Mastermind’s Escape
"Shut down the scanner, Jory! The frequency is screaming, damn it!" Zenith yelled, his voice cracking from the static that snapped and crackled between the frozen command tent poles.Mentor Jory didn't reply verbally. His wrinkled fingers danced frantically across the Stonehearth crystal tablet, which now glowed deep purple, radiating heat capable of blistering human skin. The smell of burning wires and the foul stench of corrupted mana filled the cramped space. In the corner of the tent, Prince Elara stood rigid, his hands gripping a dwarven dagger until his knuckles were white, while Marcus drew his energy sword, his eyes wildly scanning the surroundings."Too late, Zenith! Valerius's containment vessel has been breached!" Jory shouted. He tried to slam his staff onto the floor to create a containment seal, but a wave of black energy exploded from the emergency cell, throwing the mentor into a stack of logistics crates.Zenith, now fully under Omega mode control, showed no human pan
Chapter 99: Magnetic Deviation
CRUNCH! Zenith’s knee joint suddenly locked, sending a shockwave that slammed his massive metallic body onto the frozen ground. Prince Elara flinched, narrowly avoiding the black Void-Steel armor on Zenith's back, which was now spitting thick purple short-circuit sparks. Around them, the outskirts of Magitek City looked like a rigid hell; the neon-shining skyscrapers were now encased in black ice crusts, while the gigantic shadow of the Shadow Sovereign continued to circle the sky, exhaling a soul-crushing cold. "Zenith! Get up, damn it! Don't die here!" Elara yelled, his voice hoarse from inhaling the sharp ozone dust. He tried to pull Zenith's arm, but the robot felt as heavy as a dead mountain. "Magnetic ... deviation ... detected..." Zenith's voice emerged from his speaker, but the tone was extremely rigid, filled with ear-shattering static distortion. His purple lenses blinked wildly, emitting an unstable glow. "Logic core ... experiencing level three lockdown. Motor functions
Chapter 100: The General's Tactic, The Death Gap
The purple light of the holographic tactical map reflected starkly off Zenith’s black Void-Steel armor, creating the illusion of pulsing nerve fibers along his now-incandescent metal arm. The atmosphere inside the emergency command tent was so cold that Prince Elara’s breath emerged as thick plumes of vapor that immediately froze into fine crystals in the air. Outside, the roar of the Sovereign’s black blizzard sounded like the bellowing of a thousand monsters scratching at the tent fabric, attempting to breach their final defense. "Look at these Sector 12 coordinates, damn it. This route isn't on any Royal Guard map," Elara muttered, pointing to a thin line that snaked beneath the foundations of Magitek City's Ivory Tower. Zenith, now fully locked into Omega Protocol, offered no emotional reaction to the prince's coarse language. His deep red eye lenses emitted scanning beams that swept the map at millisecond speed. "Data confirmed. Sector 12 utility tunnel. Abandoned since the sec