18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 496

Jasper's reflexes were quick as lightning. When he hit the ground, he instinctively curled into a protective ball, avoiding any serious injuries.

Anticipated, scanned without blind spots - this level of Al sophistication was clearly military-grade. These killer machines hadn't been deployed before the catastrophe; they were the latest armaments from the defense sector. If these were ever unleashed in large numbers on the battlefield, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Robot number two, fooled by a feint, charged at them again. Stella flicked her wrist in a deceptive gesture.

Her movement was captured, prompting the android to dodge. But once again, it fell for the trick.

Another feint, another dodge.

After several false moves, the robot's programming couldn't pin down Stella's actual intent, prompting a system recalibration.

This refresh was a disaster for the bot. No longer recognizing her hand movements as a threat, it didn't react - even as her real attack came. The result was the same as its predecessor: crushed beneath tons of steel rebar. In the control room, the observer seethed with rage. These Australians were both cunning and devious!

Individuals with supernatural abilities who refused to be tamed were a threat if they couldn't be controlled.

The memory of fallen comrades and the recent defeat at the jaws of a red-eyed crocodile sparked fury. They had lost over a thousand troops in just a few skirmishes - a level of sacrifice not even the Russians would dare. The leader's earlier joy had evaporated. "No need for caution, just leave them breathing."

Fingers danced over the keyboard, and new orders were dispatched.

The programming updated, and what was a one-on-one confrontation turned into a mob attack, completely disregarding any semblance of fair play.

The octuplets unleashed their full combat prowess. They knew every fighting style from around the world; Australian martial arts was child's play to them. Their movements were textbook perfect, almost like a circus act. But it was the numbers that were overwhelming. Against their impenetrable defenses, Stella's tricks were failing. She was thrown to the ground with such force she could taste the iron tang of blood in her throat.

As they pounced to finish her off, complying with their directive to leave her with a "breath," they understood the command quite literally - just enough breath for one more gasp.

desperate,

planned to bomb them into oblivion once Arcadia ejected them. But why

she probed with her

their programming malfunctioning

with a jolt, that Arcadia hadn't ejected them because they weren't human. Despite their human-like appearance, they remained

control, they were effectively offline in Arcadia, cut off from their network like

any chances with Arcadia. She quickly transferred them into a shipping container in The Garden. Thick walls and external locks should keep them contained, at least for a while. Stella

machines were flawlessly

aid, engaging the robots in combat

trap and

cast her net, scooping up the robots along with the rebar, and chucked them into the

exchanging worried but relieved glances. These enemies

en novelxo

wiped the blood from her lip, guilt-ridden.

him, Stella forced a smile through the pain. "I'm fine.

felt as though his bones were falling apart. "I'm fine

"Looks like someone

"Well,

between the two, were shocked and infuriated. Their latest Al combat machines, a

unwilling to accept defeat, commanded, "Deploy all personnel. Take no

of sending all three thousand troops for just two individuals seemed

And they only

let's just make peace, like we would

room's defenses crumble and his

with a bullet hole in