Chương 9: A little Ron shock
The resistance of the Rift?
Bronya looked at the wave of deep red dots surging on the panoramic map, her brow furrowing tightly.
There were too many of them...
The Stellaron had drained all the imaginary energy from the surrounding rift, creating rift creatures almost identical to the waves the Silvermane Guards faced in the last simulation.
What exactly is this Stellaron? Why can it control the rift?
Moreover, in the last simulation, her mother was also assimilated by the Stellaron...
Bronya buried these questions in her mind, focusing on the immediate threat of these rift creatures.
On the panoramic map, there were four blue dots patrolling the entire logistics area.
The logistics area currently had only four squads of Silvermane Guards. Aside from the squad led by Ron, Bronya's personal guard, there were three other squads maintaining the operations of the entire logistics area.
Even though they had all stepped onto the path of Preservation under Ron's training method, they were still too few to withstand the overwhelming red tide.
They needed reinforcements from the front lines...
Without hesitation, Bronya immediately reported the emergency to the High Guardian and handed over full command to Ron.
This wasn't shirking her duties; she knew her own limitations. Facing such an enemy, if she were to command the Guards, the defense line would probably be breached within a day.
Sometimes, doing nothing was the best way to avoid making things worse.
Text gradually appeared on the screen:
[You keenly sensed the danger and did your best to respond, communicating an urgent plea for reinforcements to the front line.]
[The front-line army responded quickly.]
[You learned that the front-line army would need three days to return for defense.]
[You approached your personal guard Ron, pleading with him to hold Belobog for three days until reinforcements arrived.]
The text faded, replaced by a new scene:
Four squads of Guards stood in neat rows behind makeshift barricades near the gate, aiming their rifles.
The iron thorns and barriers at the gate had been cleared of their thick snow, coated with tung oil, glinting ominously in the sunlight.
Beyond the gate, through the distorted light of the rift, countless rift creatures were advancing towards Belobog in formation.
The drifting snow of Belobog seemed to pause at this moment, just like the imminent war, forced into silence and stillness.
"Ron... I've done everything I can for this crisis. The rest is up to you."
Bronya, clad in military uniform, looked exhausted, the faint dark circles under her eyes testifying to her recent struggles.
"Three days... In three days, Captain Jepard and the front-line troops will return."
Bronya spoke, a trace of guilt in her eyes.
"I hope you can command the Guards to hold off the rift creatures for three days. I know this request is unreasonable, but..."
Ron interrupted her gently:
"Bronya, go get some rest. You've worked hard these past few days."
He took out the Builder's badge Bronya had pinned on him, holding it in his hand, and saluted her.
His cape fluttered as he turned.
Without hesitation, Ron walked towards the gate.
[Your personal guard Ron, fearless in the face of danger, quickly arranged the Guards' defense line.]
[On the first day, the starfire of Preservation shone on the front line. The imaginary energy from the path of Preservation turned into various colors, overwhelming the rift creatures outside the gate.]
[But the rift creatures were endless, and even the power of the Pathstriders would eventually be exhausted.]
[On the second day, under the command of the Stellaron, the rift creatures launched another massive assault. The Guards fought with all their might, but it was merely enough to hold the gate.]
Reading the text on the screen, Bronya's heart tightened.
The rift creatures' attacks were growing stronger, while the Guards' defense line was becoming weaker...
On the panoramic map, the Guards' units had become scattered—apart from Ron's elite team, the other three squads could barely assemble, suffering heavy casualties.
Given this situation, could Ron really hold the line?
Bronya felt anxious, but more than worry, she felt a sense of anticipation.
Ron had brought her many surprises, and even in this dire situation, there might still be a chance for a turnaround...
Suppressing her mixed emotions, Bronya kept her eyes fixed on the screen.
The text continued to appear:
[On the third day, your personal guard Ron led the elite team out of the gate.]
On Bronya's panoramic map, the once orderly red army had become disorganized, breaking into scattered clusters.
The blue dot representing Ron's team was moving among these clusters, each pass dimming the red dots' glow.
But the blue dot remained vibrant, showing no sign of fading.
The text faded, replaced by a new scene:
The drifting snow obscured the view, but large shadows loomed in the distance.
The twisted light unique to rift creatures shone on those shadows, emitting a cold aura of death similar to Belobog's snow.
Ron stood calmly before the endless rift army.
"Keep an eye on the supplies. Once I've cleared the elite rift creatures controlling the army, plant them at the marked locations."
He instructed his team, then walked alone into the snow.
The mass of rift creatures engulfed Ron.
But the light of Preservation shone amidst the snow.
On the path of Preservation, Ron had taken a firm step towards the golden headless giant at the peak.
The dark golden light of the imaginary energy surrounded him, enveloping Ron in golden crystal amber, turning him into a crystal-armored giant on the battlefield.
Solid as a rock, firm as a mountain.
The rift creatures' army scattered under Ron's might, powerless against this giant on the battlefield.
Bronya watched in slight bewilderment as the red dots on the panoramic map dwindled, new text appearing on the screen:
[The massive rift creatures' army was scattered by Ron's team. You saw a violent explosion in the rift, originating from the core of the rift creatures' army.]
[The traps Ron had set off detonated, dispersing the rift creatures' formation. The mindless rift creatures couldn't regroup.]
[The army attacking the gate disbanded.]
[Your personal guard Ron led his team into the rift, eliminating 1024 rift creatures.]
[Ron's team gained combat experience, and Ron's leadership experience increased significantly.]
Is this really Ron?
Bronya was slightly stunned by Ron's capabilities.
She knew that in this simulation, Ron had already stepped onto the path and become an exceptional leader, capable of clearing rift creatures...
But that was in the already-cleared rear of the front lines. Even if there were newly generated rift creatures, they were usually just twisted elements or phantom guards, not particularly strong.
Who would have thought that Ron, without a word, had become so powerful—leading a small team into the rift creatures' army, emerging unscathed, and decimating them?
Bronya bit her lip, a bewildering thought crossing her mind.
"Is Ron really the same species as me..."
She began to suspect Ron might be one of those strange otherworldly beings from novels.
The text on the screen continued, oblivious to Bronya's shock.
[Captain Jepard returned with the front-line troops. The rift counterattack, already weakened by Ron, was thoroughly subdued with their cooperation.]
[On the same day, High Guardian Cocolia left Klipperfort and came to the logistics area.]
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