"Everyone, Level 2 Combat Readiness!"
As the supreme commander on the Dimensional Battlefield at the moment, Dunshan gave the order, and the entire base sprang into action.
All cloning engineers and construction robots ceased their work, orderly but rapidly heading towards the underground shelters.
Small drones, shaped like razors, took to the sky in swarms.
Rows of seemingly ordinary storage crates snapped open, releasing large numbers of fully armed combat robots.
The not-so-bright Brute Legion was "released from their cages." Although they were cursing and swearing without a filter, they managed to form a somewhat orderly queue, striding towards the front lines.
In addition, countless military-painted Haros poured out of cargo containers like a flood, bouncing and rolling towards their respective posts.
Those with red-and-black camo hopped onto four-to-five-meter-tall medium mechs, using their "ears" and "hands" to secure themselves in the cockpits.
Blue-and-black camo Haros formed small squads of twos and threes, quickly manning the pilot seats of large fighter jets.
The reddish-brown camo ones all entered more traditional mechanical equipment like tanks and infantry exoskeletons.
Of course, even more Haros manned the fixed armaments around the base.
Turrets, machine guns, anti-aircraft bunkers.
For the Yuri Base, which hadn't truly started mass-producing troops yet, these defensive fortifications operated by the Haro Army were perhaps the units with the highest firepower.
Watching the frontline base rapidly enter combat readiness, the newly arrived Mitsuki simply nodded silently, offering no further comment.
"I'll go scout ahead."
Mitsuki's tone remained calm. After speaking, he threw his arms back, erupted with chakra under his feet, and transformed into a streak of silver light, rushing towards the direction of the combat sounds.
Yes, silver light.
Since Luca was willing to distribute "genetic modification enhancements" to clone soldiers, he naturally wouldn't forget to use them to boost the combat power of his key subordinates.
While the "Brute Modification" and Luca's own "Dragon Modification" offered significant power boosts, they both drastically altered the user's appearance.
Therefore, the "Quicksilver Modification," utilizing Pietro's genes, was more suitable for a high-tier combatant like Mitsuki.
Of course, the price was that poor Pietro had been called into the lab quite often recently to "donate" hair.
Back to the action.
As a Kage-level ninja, Mitsuki already possessed exceptional speed. After the "Quicksilver Modification," his running speed surpassed even Pietro himself.
He accelerated instantly, arriving at the edge of the battlefield—the entry point for the Hell demons—in a blink.
Mitsuki's high-speed movement suddenly halted. Unlike Pietro, who often slid forward due to lack of control, Mitsuki stopped perfectly.
The scorching wind whipped up by his passage roared past him as Mitsuki stood firmly, his face serious, looking ahead.
Sure enough, it was just as Dunshan had judged.
This wasn't a small-scale demon incursion like before. In the short time since the commotion started, thousands of demons had already flooded in, densely packing the area.
Meanwhile, even more demons were continuously crossing the ripple-like battlefield boundary from the rear, charging forward with excited yet aimless fervor.
Although Dunshan had dispatched many mechanical units to scout various parts of the battlefield...
Even as all the scattered robots in the vicinity rapidly converged, they were a drop in the bucket against this endless demon army, utterly unable to halt their advance.
At this moment, zooming out for a wider view...
On the left side of the frame was the edge of the Dimensional Battlefield, where thousands of hideous Hell demons surged forth like a tide.
Occasionally, isolated robots and drones charged from the distance, attempting to intercept the demon army, but they failed to make even a splash against the enemy line.
On the right side of the frame, amidst the boundless desolate landscape, Mitsuki stood alone.
Dressed in a neat and sharp plain combat suit, his silver-blue hair dancing in the wind, his face showed no fear.
Silence and madness, the individual and the swarm—it was as if the dense demon line divided the world into two halves.
The next moment, Mitsuki moved his arm slightly, skillfully undoing the Summoning seal on his left wrist.
Poof~
A cloud of white smoke exploded.
The pitch-black Pandora's Box appeared by Mitsuki's side.
"It's rare for these demons to be gathered so densely..."
Mitsuki's tone remained icy and calm, but his hands moved with blinding speed.
With a thought, the black box beside him rapidly disassembled into complex components that rose into the air, then reassembled in his hand, transforming into a massive, structurally intricate Fuma Shuriken over two meters long.
Then, without any exaggerated movement, the silver light resembling the "Speed Force" flashed around him.
Taking a slight half-step forward, his body tensed, and his arm whipped out like a lash.
Accelerated by his superpower, the giant Fuma Shuriken turned into a silver-black streak of light, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom.
But that wasn't all.
Still in his accelerated state, everything around Mitsuki seemed to slow down.
In this state, his hands flew through hand seals, and he whispered softly:
"Ninja Art: Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
The next instant, the silver-black streak of light ahead was triggered.
The single Fuma Shuriken multiplied into thousands. In a split second, the solitary streak transformed into a massive shadow that blotted out the sky.
Countless sharp whistles merged into a roaring hurricane.
Giving the demons opposite no chance to react, hundreds upon hundreds of giant Fuma Shurikens sliced into the waist of the demon army's formation.
Splutch splutch splutch~ Boom boom boom~
Regardless of height, size, or form, any demon hit by the blades was sliced in two without resistance.
Those shurikens with "suboptimal" angles that slammed into the ground exploded with massive shockwaves, sending countless lucky demons flying into the air.
Blood, severed limbs, horns, and tails paved the ground in the blink of an eye.
The Grim Reaper's scythe took on a concrete form at this moment.
Countless humming, spinning Fuma Shurikens acted like an excellent desktop cleaner; with a casual wipe across the land, ninety-nine percent of the demons were "cleaned up" on the spot.
Most of the "Shadow Clone Shurikens" even penetrated the entire demon line, flying out of the battlefield and into the starry sky of the Hextech Dimension before finally exhausting their momentum and dissipating into white smoke.
Still standing in his original spot, Mitsuki raised his hand again.
He caught the returning "Pandora Fuma Shuriken" as it spun back into his grip.
Looking at the ground covered in minced demon meat and the battlefield edge where, for a moment, no new demons dared to enter, he murmured to himself.
"Hmm, I probably should have waited a bit longer before releasing that."