Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C80

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This stimulant was a concoction of synthetic adrenaline, endorphins, and various mind-enhancing drugs. It was nothing like the adrenaline shots used by imperial soldiers. Once injected, physical strength, endurance, explosiveness, cognitive ability, pain tolerance, neural response, motor coordination, and even sensory functions like smell, hearing, and vision would multiply manifold.

Of course, there were side effects. This "superhuman" state lasted only about 15 minutes before returning to normal. Moreover, the large dose of endorphins placed a certain strain on human tissues, potentially causing varying degrees of tissue damage. Frequent use could exacerbate injuries, deteriorate the body's internal environment, and lead to drug residue accumulation, which, if exceeding safe levels, could impair liver and kidney function, eventually leading to failure and death.

To borrow Tang Fang’s words to describe it, this stuff was like masturbation—moderate use is pleasurable, excessive use is harmful, and overuse leads to ruin.

Housen, being simple-minded and unable to think around corners, avoided this potentially lethal substance like the plague. Although Arroz wasn’t as extreme, having encountered no crises since emerging from underground, there had been no need to use it.

Now, with Tang Fang injured and all combat units down, relying on Housen to save them both from peril? Buddha have mercy... they’d be lucky if he didn’t make things worse.

The reinforcement troops from the 3789th Division were flooding towards the base, and the longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous it became for their side. With no other choice, Arroz steeled his resolve, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the sniper’s obstructed view to leap up with the help of air currents, simultaneously injecting himself with the stimulant.

This opportunity would come only once. Life or death? It all depended on this one move.

As the stimulant took effect, waves of energy coursed through his body. Arroz grabbed onto a rubber tube, flipped over using its momentum, and through the thinning smoke, his gaze locked onto Clam, who was hiding on the second floor, exposing only most of his head.

He raised his gun, concentrating intensely, then took a deep breath, released his grip on the tube to steady the rifle, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Click."

The metal spike tore through with unstoppable force, hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through the scope and shattering the sniper's skull, releasing a cloud of blood.

"Phew." As he exhaled deeply, the vibrations from his powered armor touching the ground reverberated. Under the influence of the stimulant, Arroz performed a high-difficulty spin, supported himself with one hand, and stood upright directly.

It was then that Housen finally snapped out of it, shaking his head: "He... he's dead?"

Arroz lifted his visor, spat out half a cigarette butt, and nodded: "Dead."

These words hit Francis like a sledgehammer. Clam was dead, Clam... he was dead.

Francis felt as though his recent experiences were like a sine wave, oscillating between peaks and troughs.

And Tang Fang waking up was like placing a luscious red cherry on the tip of this trough...

He stood up, he actually stood up. Despite such severe injuries, he still had the strength to get up.

Francis's eyes widened like copper bells, his gaze fixed on Tang Fang's muscles, tender enough to release water when squeezed.

What about his wound? The injury on his shoulder? That earlier shot hadn't just torn through muscle; it had shattered bones too. How could such a severe injury heal so quickly? Was this guy even human anymore?

Francis felt like a wounded wild rhino, staring at a lion walking against the sunset, emitting low, despairing whimpers.

Arroz glanced at the wound on his shoulder and smiled faintly: "It seems we'll find it hard to die from now on."

Housen touched the dent on his head made by the sniper, caressing it like a delicate flower: "Hard? Hard my ass. Without it, my head would've been blown apart."

Ignoring his complaints, Tang Fang turned to look at a streak of crimson on the second-floor wall and asked grimly: "Is he dead?"

Arroz nodded: "Thanks to the combat stimulant built into the powered armor, otherwise, under such disadvantages, mutual destruction would have been the only outcome."

"What? You injected yourself?" Housen scrutinized him up and down: "How do you feel? Any signs of nausea, vomiting, or dizziness indicating organ failure?"

"Nausea and vomiting? Do you think this is childbirth?" Arroz rolled his eyes at him, glancing at the armor UI interface's injury scan. The previously overloaded and bleeding muscle tissue was healing rapidly. Checking the remaining duration of the stimulant, 11 minutes and 30 seconds were left. At this recovery rate, the injuries would fully heal within 10 minutes. What did this mean? It meant the stimulant could be continuously injected without worrying about self-harm leading to death.

"Guess what I discovered?" Suppressing his excitement, he shared this revelation with the two of them.

Upon hearing him, Tang Fang nodded thoughtfully. He had suspected this before, but due to wearing the "Guardian Knight," he couldn't test it.

"Arroz, what... what do you mean?" Housen stammered.

"It means that for you and me, this stuff is harmless."

Housen was not only a brute but also a natural-born destroyer, as evidenced by his choice of "Marauder" powered armor. The formidable combat prowess displayed by marines and marauders after injecting the stimulant had long made him drool, but due to its significant side effects and his fear for his life, he had refrained from using it.

Now, upon hearing that the stimulant was harmless to them, he was like a child who had finally gotten his long-desired toy, his thick eyebrows shooting straight up.

"I'll continue the unfinished work." Tang Fang looked up at the remaining five rune spheres and frowned with a bitter smile. Blowing them up wouldn't be a bad idea, of course, that was Housen's interest. As for him, he preferred a more civilized approach.

Once again ascending the crystal energy steps, this time without the threat of snipers, the data deletion process went very smoothly, completed in just ten minutes.

As the last glimmer of the Epsilon rune matrix disappeared, Tang Fang exhaled a deep breath. Despite the twists and turns, it was finally done. Next, they would return to the underground refining factory to collect the fruits of their victory with peace of mind.

"Hmm, almost forgot, there's still a Francis to deal with."

Just as his spirit relaxed, suddenly an inexplicable restlessness surged from deep within. A thought flashed, and he realized that the Overseer stationed above the base to keep watch had sent an alarm message.

"Could it be that the reinforcements from the 3789th Division have arrived?" He quickly focused his thoughts, communicating with the Overseer to share its vision.

A point of light grew larger, instantly spreading across the entire sky.

"Roar..." Amidst the Overseer's pained roar, flashes streaked across the night sky. Magnetic projectiles enveloped in bluish-purple lightning struck its body, leaving cracks on the Overseer's tough shell.

Reinforcements? No, no, impossible. The Overseer, mutated from an Overlord, served as the Zerg's reconnaissance unit, heavily armored with extraordinarily high defense. Ordinary ground vehicles of armored divisions could hardly cause substantial damage to it.

Switching to long-range vision, the sight 50 kilometers away in the sky made Tang Fang shiver, his scalp tingling. Warships. Yes, warships—exactly 54 of them. A fleet composed of Dogfish Shark-class frigates and Tiger Shark-class destroyers was advancing grandly toward the base.

The magnetic projectiles that had earlier hit the Overseer were the work of the two 220mm electromagnetic railguns on the port side of the three leading Tiger Shark-class destroyers.

Recognizing the shark paint on the warships' prows and checking the numbers, Tang Fang instantly identified their origin—the Tiger Shark Squadron under the Thunder Fleet.

Weren't they supposed to be held up by the Sulru Empire forces at the equatorial battlefield? Why were they suddenly here?

As he furrowed his brow in deep thought, the psionic flame in the air flickered, the screen flashing red with blinding alarm symbols lighting up again. This was the second intrusion alarm. Tang Fang shifted his thoughts, and the alarm symbol faded, replaced by a scene displayed on the periphery of the psionic flame.

A platoon of soldiers clad in the Sulru Empire's standard "Silver Wolf" powered armor was descending via lift platforms from the top of the Epsilon ruins in the southwest equatorial region into the towing hall where cosmic transport ships were docked.

Had the second battlefield fallen? Had control of the ruins fallen into the hands of the Sulru Empire forces?

Tang Fang was stunned. In just over an hour, the entire battle situation had undergone earth-shaking changes. He quickly connected his thoughts to the Overseer, activating large-scale detection mechanisms.

A few seconds later, the information fed back by the Overseer weighed heavily on his mind. The forces of the 3789th Division's second brigade, third battalion, and divisional reconnaissance battalion that had been deployed in the second battlefield had retreated north of the equator, completely abandoning the fight for the ruins.

As for the third battlefield at the equator, both sides were withdrawing their troops in an orderly manner. The Sulru Empire had pulled back the infantry of the "Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division," airborne troops, and the Little Eagle Squadron under the Saint Violet Fleet to surround the ruins, adopting a defensive stance to protect their gains.

Meanwhile, to avoid the Eastern Front's isolated forces suffering a devastating sweep by the Tiger Shark Squadron, the second brigade's first and second battalions, the severely damaged third brigade's first battalion, the "Silver Tempest" special operations battalion, and the reserve support battalion under the "Silverwing Tempest Infantry Division" had entirely abandoned pursuit actions. They adopted a strategy of breaking into smaller units and retreating separately to retreat to the southern main base as quickly as possible.

This had originally been an evenly matched contest, but ever since a small mysterious force broke through the 3789th Division's front lines and entered the logistics base, the entire Planet Namie battlefield underwent a series of dramatic changes like a row of dominoes falling.

The Sulru Empire forces couldn’t understand why their opponent had suddenly withdrawn while fighting well. However, since the enemy had ceased hostilities, they naturally were happy to reap the benefits, securing the Epsilon ruins. On the advice of the fleet headquarters, they dispatched a team of elite soldiers to scout deep inside the ruins ahead of time to prevent any mishaps and potential ambushes.

In truth, it wasn’t that the Thunder Fleet was noble-hearted; they simply had no choice due to trouble in their own backyard.

The loss of the 3789th Division’s logistics base and the termination of data uploads. Could the juicy morsel right in their grasp just fly away? Faced with such a situation, anyone would be restless. After weighing the pros and cons, Austin Scott reluctantly issued orders to abandon the second and third battlefields entirely and commanded the Tiger Shark Squadron, closest to the 3789th Division’s logistics base, to rush back and reclaim control of the ruins and salvage the fruits of victory at all costs.

Although Tang Fang didn’t know the exact details, he inferred the Thunder Fleet’s intentions from the information fed back by the Overseer. The Tiger Shark Squadron was aggressively approaching, and the reinforcements from the west, north, and east fronts were less than a kilometer away from the logistics base.

They clearly intended to sacrifice the lesser to save the greater.

A flash of electricity, and another magnetic projectile hit the Overseer, shattering a piece of its already cracked shell and splashing fragments of flesh everywhere.

The Overseer trembled, driven by pain, it flew eastward. But just then, a row of flashes lit up in the distance. Surface-to-air missiles screamed towards it, exploding into colorful flames around the Overseer's bulky body. Metal shards erupted like a geyser, leaving horrifying scratches on the shell, some even embedding into the cracks created by the magnetic projectiles, causing secondary damage.

The 3789th Division’s ground reinforcements had arrived.

The Tiger Shark Squadron gradually approached, their menacing hulls casting long shadows on the base walls under the rising sun.

At this moment, Tang Fang, located in the underground ruins, smiled faintly. The reinforcements had finally arrived, but he wondered how those people would react upon seeing the destroyed spectrum analysis converter and the empty Epsilon database.

Would the old man Austin Scott keel over in shock? What kind of expression would Prince Walker Stuart have on his face? And as for the Emperor, would he curse heaven and earth?

The mighty Thunder Fleet, led by the nose like a dog, running themselves ragged—it felt fantastic, even more refreshing than sucking on an ice pop in the scorching heat of summer.

So what if reinforcements came? By then, he would already be riding the elevator underground, leaving them to stare dumbfounded at their backsides.

They had the Tiger Shark Squadron, even aircraft carriers, but so what? If they dared to come down, joining Stalker and Sentry’s forces would ensure they never returned.

Having made his decision, Tang Fang communicated with the Overseer and issued a recall command. A flash of green light illuminated the base, and the Overseer’s massive body silently disappeared. The cannons fired by the Tiger Shark-class destroyers lost their target, each shell carrying immense kinetic energy, striking the base buildings like thunder and lightning, creating crater after crater.

As for the anti-aircraft missiles, they acted like drunken men who couldn’t find their way. Some collided head-on, embracing each other like brothers before going off together. Others, in a fit of confusion, plunged straight into the base's fuel depot, igniting roaring flames.

The command units of both the Tiger Shark Squadron and the reinforcements exploded in chaos. Such a behemoth, how could it vanish without a trace? Whether in the sky or underground, how could it disappear without a sound, turning around nonchalantly and vanishing into thin air?

While those above were filled with question marks, unsure of the situation, Tang Fang had already descended the crystal energy steps, informing Arroz and Housen of the dire situation outside.

Since learning that the stimulant could be used indefinitely, the brute was like a newlywed groom, his ambitions soaring, waiting for the blissful night of passion: "I’ll kill one if one comes, two if a pair comes. Today, I’ll show these bitches that my cannon is much bigger than those nails." With that, he provocatively winked at Arroz.

"You two take care of him." Tang Fang glanced at Francis, who was dragging a trail of blood behind him, still refusing to give up and inching forward with his feet. "I’ll go check the lower level."

"Don’t worry." Arroz bumped his arm-mounted grenade launcher and sneered: "This thing is perfect for blowing things up."

Tang Fang had no intention of worrying about how he handled Francis. He turned and walked towards the elevator platform in the corner of the hall, pressing the hotkey with practiced ease, slowly descending to the -1 level.

The robustness of the Epsilon ruins remained as astonishing as ever. The explosion of the rune crystal balls had no impact on the underground facilities; not even a scratch could be found.

Standing at the central elevator platform, he pressed the operation button on the control panel with practiced ease. A holographic screen popped up on the upper layer of the panel, displaying streams of Epsilon characters.

When Tang Fang deemed everything in order and was about to adjust the system configuration and modify the gravity compensation mechanism, suddenly all the Epsilon characters trembled, followed by a flash of red light, and a conspicuous warning sign appeared unexpectedly.

If the annotation below the warning sign were translated into human language, it would read: "System circuit damaged, gravity compensation mechanism malfunctioning."

Circuit damage? He was momentarily stunned and disbelievingly pressed the rate adjustment function again. The same glaring red warning sign appeared with the same message: "System circuit damaged, lifting function malfunctioning."

What?

Tang Fang was utterly dumbfounded. The elevator platform was malfunctioning? Unusable? What were they supposed to do now?

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