Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 232 Chen Yu's Anger (Tenth Update)

A near-mad determination appeared on Shintaro Takayama's face as he abruptly turned to face the entire bridge command post.

A hoarse voice, carrying an undeniable authority, boomed through the command room: "Pass on my orders! All units of the White Whale battle group, immediately enter maximum combat readiness! Target—Night City!"

This command seemed to have flipped a crazy switch.

The entire command system was instantly ignited, and the same frenzied light flashed in the eyes of commanders at all levels.

They practically roared as they repeated the order: "All naval guns, immediately adjust your firing arc and lock onto the core area of ​​Night City!"

"All missile silos are activated, and coordinates have been set!"

"Air Force! All units take off! Load maximum yield munitions! Repeat, maximum yield munitions!"

Gao Shan took a deep breath, his eyes burning with madness, and almost roared as he gave the final order: "Load that 'special warhead' onto the lead aircraft immediately! Authorize its use!"

Since they dared to humiliate Young Master Jing and Lord Saburo, then let them... and this damned city, burn together in the flames of Arakasa!

The command, like a death knell, echoed in every corner of the battle group.

This was no longer the personal madness of a single commander, but the collective frenzy of the entire Arasaka military machine.

On the flight deck of the Moby-Dick, the ground crew were working at an almost self-destructive pace, as if injected with a mad drug, loading ammunition.

They showed no fear of nuclear weapons, only a morbid fanaticism.

When the tactical nuclear warhead marked with radiation warning symbols and the Arasaka family crest was carefully loaded onto the specially modified attack aircraft, the ground crew around it even showed an almost pious expression.

"For Lord Saburo!" Someone shouted this slogan first, and it quickly spread across the deck.

In the command center, the operations staff were frantically calculating the strike parameters. Their faces showed no hesitation, only a martyr-like determination.

The communication channels were filled with the hoarse confirmations of the ship commanders, each voice carrying the same frantic tone.

The roar of the engine, like the howl of a wild beast, shattered the tranquility of the sea.

One after another, fighter jets, like cursed arrows, were launched from the aircraft carrier deck.

They swiftly formed a massive attack formation in the night sky, each fighter jet brimming with the will to destroy.

All the fleet's turrets rotated in sync, their cold muzzles pointing neatly at the brightly lit city in the distance.

At that moment, the entire Arasaka Fleet transformed into a massive suicide attack weapon.

From the highest commander to the lowest-ranking soldier, everyone was immersed in a collective "gyokusai" (honorable death) frenzy.

This madness transcended reason, extinguished fear, and left only one shared thought—to wash away the inviolable glory in their hearts in the most extreme way.

However, the Arasaka Fleet's all-out, frantic actions did not escape the eyes of an omnipresent force.

At this moment, in a makeshift workshop in the abandoned town of Night City, Chen Yu was focused on the final data verification of the large-scale design of the dimensional teleporter. On the makeshift control console, the blue holographic design diagram slowly rotated, and countless data streams poured down like a waterfall.

Just as the verification process reached a critical point, the servo skull floating beside it suddenly emitted a sharp alarm buzzing.

Almost simultaneously, two virtual figures flashed into existence in the data space—the iconic red hair of Spider-Murphy and the meticulous image of "Manager" Arasaka Kei coalesced almost at the same time.

“Sage.” Arasaka Kei’s voice remained as steady as ever, but his pace quickened noticeably. “An unusually large-scale mobilization of the Arasaka White Whale battle group has been detected.”

All shipborne weapon systems are ready for launch, and the air attack formation has taken off and is approaching Night City at combat speed. The attack intent is clear; threat level assessment: highest.

Spider-Murphy followed up with a chilling confirmation characteristic of a network traveler: "They've used strategic weapons. My monitoring nodes show that the last tactical nuclear missile has completed its loading procedure, and the target parameters are most likely pointing to the workshop area or the city center. Shintaro Takayama has issued the 'Gyokusai' attack order."

Chen Yu abruptly stopped verifying the data.

His massive metal body slowly turned toward the main control screen, the crimson optical lens precisely locking onto the real-time battlefield situation map.

The lights representing the Arasaka Fleet and air formations were rapidly approaching, and the specially marked nuclear missile signal was particularly glaring.

Inside his processing core, data was surging at an unprecedented speed, conducting multi-threaded threat assessments and tactical simulations.

Initially, Chen Yu's core approach quickly unfolded into a pure tactical analysis—enemy troop composition, attack route planning, estimated arrival time, and the allocation plan for one's own defensive resources… These data operated seamlessly like gears in a precision instrument.

However, as the analysis deepened, an unprecedented emotion began to spread through his logical circuits.

This is not vigilance in the face of a threat, nor calmness when assessing the strength of the enemy and ourselves, but a deeper emotion—a strong dissatisfaction at being offended and disturbed.

His experimental field, this "social laboratory" that has just established initial order and is producing valuable data, this research sample that consumed a lot of his computing power and resources, and even used cross-dimensional technology to call on the apostolic knights...

Now there is a group of ignorant people who are trying to destroy it completely in the most brutal way?
Just for that ridiculous "dignity"? For that outdated and corrupt concept of "a subject dies for his master's disgrace"?

Don't they understand that interfering with the research process of a mechanical explorer is more unforgivable than any form of blasphemy?

This discontent is cold and pure, a restless energy devoid of human emotion, yet it is more oppressive than any hysterical outburst.

It stems from a deep concern that the precious research environment may be damaged, and from an absolute intolerance that the valuable data to be produced may be destroyed.

Chen Yu's crimson optical lens slightly adjusted its focus, changing for the first time due to a non-research-related emotion, and firmly locked onto the light spot representing Arasaka's final madness.

He finally lost his temper.

This anger did not stem from a loss of personal emotion, but from a deep dissatisfaction with the impending brutal interruption of important research.

At this crucial moment when key data is about to be produced, any behavior that interferes with the experimental process is a desecration of the pursuit of knowledge itself.

Those who commit blasphemy will face Chen Yu's most severe punishment.

(End of this chapter)