The Mech Touch novel Chapter 2294

Chapter 2294: Grey Apparitions

"Avatars! Is anyone out there? Come on! Please respond!"

Imon Ingvar's Bright Warrior flew aimlessly in circles. Despite previously huddling behind an asteroid the rest of the Second Mech Company of the Avatars of Myth, everything disappeared once the wave of darkness swept past their position.

His mech lost contact with the Bright Warrior mechs that were huddling just tens of meters away from his machine.

It was as if the wave of darkness had all taken them away.

What was even odder was that the asteroid that Imon's mech previously used as cover disappeared as well!

"Is this an illusion?"

When Imon experimentally directed his Bright Warrior to fly downwards, he found to his horror that the obscuring darkness wasn't just muffling his mech's sensor.

It had actually displaced him in a completely different space!

Questions continued to well up in his mind as Imon tried and failed to make sense of this abnormal change. His shallow understanding of science didn't help matters either. All he knew was that he had lost contact with every comrade, including his sister!

"Casella! Where are you?!"

In his haste to reconnect to his fellow Avatars, Imon failed to notice that the darkness around his mech slowly began to seethe. It was only when a strange chill ran straight through his body that he suddenly paused.

In the periphery of his vision, Imon suddenly noticed movement!

He withdrew some of his senses from his mech and looked around in the darkened cockpit. Even though Imon dialed up the lights to their highest setting, he could barely spot the cockpit consoles in front of his piloting chair.

"Did I imagine it?" He questioned himself.

A second chill struck his body!

"What is going on?!"

A strange soundless roar suddenly rang through his ears! Imon grabbed his helmeted head. A strange pressure kept mounting on his mind as if some enormous weight was pressing down on him. The most infuriating aspect of all of these weird events was that Imon was completely unable to block them. He felt as if some unfathomable existences were attacking at this very moment!

"I have to fight back!"

Imon ignored every uncomfortable situation and immersed himself into his mech. As soon as his man-machine connection with his mech intensified, Imon found to his relief that his body was no longer subject to as many abnormal phenomena.

He didn't know why that was so, but Imon was not in the mood to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

Sadly, soon after he took shelter in his own mech, the boiling darkness beyond his mech convulsed.

Suddenly, a strange apparition banged against the armor of his mech!

"What?!"

Though Imon was completely caught off-guard, his instincts were still pretty good. His mech immediately retaliated with a sword, only to cut off some kind of strange grey transparent mech.

"The hell?!"

Another ghostly mech attacked his mech from behind. Fortunately, Imon had become fully alert. Before the strange ghostly mech could thrust its half-transparent spear into the rear armor of the Bright Warrior, the latter turned around and cut through the apparition!

More transparent mechs appeared with regular frequency. Some of them even fired rifles that only dealt a fraction of the damage they were supposed to have if fired by physical mechs.

Imon was forced to fly his Bright Warrior through the darkness in order to take out these strange mechs.

All the while, Imon continued to guess at their origin. What was the deal with them? Were they real, or were they merely figments of his imagination that had come to life?

"Wait a minute.. some of these mechs look familiar."

Though the greyish mechs had been stripped of all color, as a mech pilot Imon was trained to study the physical properties of the mechs he fought.

He gradually recognized that the designs of the ghost mechs matched the mechs fielded by the pirates he had just fought!

He even guessed that these ghost mechs all consisted of machines that the Larkinson Clan and Penitent Sisters had previously taken out in the previous rounds of battle.

This was because the grey mechs each exhibited at least some battle damage!

This damage caused the ghost mechs to function less optimally.

Slowly but surely, Imon managed to keep a grip on the situation. No matter the odd appearance of these hostile apparitions, they were considerably weaker than their actual physical counterparts.

First, their transparent nature caused them to inflict less damage than they should be capable of doing.

Second, that same nature caused every attack made by his mech to deal amplified damage to the enemy mechs.

In fact, much of the grey mechs that weren't immediately cut in half stopped functioning after suffering catastrophic internal damage!

Third, the enemy mechs fought as stupid as bots. Even pirate mech pilots knew better than to launch plain and straightforward attacks. There didn't appear to be any human intelligences controlling these ghost mechs!

Even so, Imon's optimism slowly began to make way for creeping worry, which soon became supplanted by dawning horror.

"These ghost mechs don't stop coming!"

It started out slow, but escalated over the course of the battle. The boiling darkness kept spitting out the same grey mechs that his Bright Warrior had cut to pieces before.

In addition, the longer this ordeal took place, the greater the darkness became active!

"Ahhh! What will it take for you to stay down!" Imon yelled in frustration as his Bright Warrior's sword cut through one ghostly swordsman mech while stabbing through the chest of a ghostly space knight. "Casella?! Where are you?!" _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

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