Loser System and Berserker Me-Chapter 172: I Am Very Confident

【My host, there’s something very wrong!】

System 12345 felt light-headed looking at Weryomahner’s pathing on the map.

【Did you lost her?!】

It thought that its host could catch up with Weryomahners and capture her with the help of the speed enhancement spell, and then he could take his time slowly wearing her down. With its host’s skill, it wouldn’t take long before Weryomahners become a loyal slave like the others…

But Weryomahners was smarter than it had thought.

She initially headed southeast, looking as if she was making her way toward the Tibetan Empire’s capital, Lhasa. Along the way, she suddenly took a turn and headed northward, rushing toward Tianshan and seeking refuge in the vicinity.

Oblivious to that, its host was still heading southeast, which meant that they were on divergent paths right now!

If Weryomahners took a detour to Lhasa right now and reported this matter to Tsenpo Ling, it would be over for them!

【I can’t mark a target red anymore, so I can’t relay her exact location to my host. What should I do?!】

System 12345 panicked. Its senior had removed some functions from its code after revising it, saying that some of the functionalities were against their internship rules.

In the end, it gritted its teeth and stomped its feet.

【I’ll assign a mission! I’ll reward my host with the Soulseal Chain as long as he goes to Tianshan. He should catch my drift, right?】

…

“Master, are these the new combat puppets?” a mage disciple asked in confusion as he watched statues being transported to a fortress near Great Patola. “But why statues? These are non-living things! Can they even move?”

“Why can’t the undead move?” An old mage shot a glance at the mage disciple, prompting the latter to shut his mouth out of fright. “These things are called combat puppets. They are stronger than war slaves.”

“Esteemed mage.” An envoy respectfully presented a letter to the old mage. “Per our Tsenpo’s orders, we have delivered the first batch of 400 stone combat puppets to you. Please check the quantity, and let us know if there are any defects…”

The old mage interjected with a raise of his hand, saying, “There’s no need for that. I was involved in the development of the combat puppet, and some of these statues are my work. You have worked hard traveling here, so why don’t you…”

“My gosh!” the mage apprentice suddenly howled in excitement after inspecting the combat puppets. “How are these statues so much stronger than war slaves? This is incredible! 500 of them would be enough to rival an army of 100,000!

“Master, this…”

Pah! Pah!

Faced with the old mage’s glare, the mage apprentice knew that he had stepped out of line and angered his master, so he quickly slapped his face as a show of repentance.

“What an utter lack of respect,” the old mage berated. “Do that again, and I’ll tear out your tendons and turn you into an artifact!”

“Sir Mage, you shouldn’t reprimand him,” the envoy said with a smile. “Your disciple isn’t wrong. The Tsenpo has sent the stone combat puppets to task you to fight against an army of 100,000.”

“…”

“…”

…

In the mountain valley…

“Master, would we have not been dispatched here if I didn’t blurt out those words?” the mage disciple asked with a tearful face.

After delivering the 400 statues, the envoy magically whipped out a second letter that requested the old mage and his disciples to head to the frontlines right away to stop the enemies.

On top of that, they were not permitted to bring anyone else aside from themselves and their puppets. Mages like them were accustomed to having servants attend to their every need, so the absence of their servants was a huge inconvenience.

They felt like the Tsenpo was intentionally making things difficult for them.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference.” The old mage gained a better understanding of the situation after reading the letter. “The Tsenpo issued this order because we have a tough battle waiting ahead of us. The more living beings we bring, the stronger our enemies become…”

Boom!

Dust flew into the sky. The earth shook. Stones and little clumps of mud were jolted into the sky.

“Master…” A mage disciple tightened his grip on his staff as his eyes bulged in disbelief. “Just how many terracotta soldiers do the enemies have? Why can’t I see the end of them?!”

The other mage disciples were also in shock.

“Isn’t this too exaggerated?”

“There must be at least hundreds of thousands of them!”

Despite the powerful combat puppets they had, the tremendous sight of the massive terracotta army still left them suffocated as if something was stuck in their throats.

“Master, can we win this battle?”

“Will we all die here?”

“Of course not,” the old mage impassively replied.

“Master, are you that confident in those combat puppets?”

400 against 300,000; that sounded like a ridiculous notion even if they had the advantage here.

“My confidence lies not in the combat puppets but in myself,” the old mage replied.

The mage disciples fell into deep thought.

Does this mean that… our master has a hidden ace up his sleeves? Or is he a hidden expert? He has concealed his true means all this while, but in crucial times…

“Activate the combat puppets. Fill them with mana,” the old mage instructed. “We’ll leave the puppets here and retreat.”

“…”

…

Outside the mountain valley…

“What are those?”

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Clang clang!

Amidst the noises that sounded like rocks scraping against metal, a bunch of weird-looking fellows appeared before Shu Yichao. They looked like statues, but there were runes inscribed on them and their eyes glowed with a faint light.

“They could be elites from the Tibetan Empire.”

Miazova could tell that these statues were formidable. With their thick bodies, sturdy armor, and the massive scimitars they brandished, they were practically a rock version of war slaves.

“Stone combat puppet?”

Shu Yichao checked their stats.

Name: Stone Combat Puppets

Damage

Melee Damage: 115-125 (Superior, Armor break)

Defense

Armor: 100 (Superior)

Magic Resistance: 40 (Average)

Speed

On Foot: 30 (Slow)

Morale: Fixed

Discipline: Average

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“Impressive,” Shu Yichao commented.

The stats of the stone combat puppets were comparable to a footsoldier version of the ghost horsemen without ranged attacks. Sending the terracotta soldiers against them was as good as throwing eggs on a rock.

The enemies had also wisely chosen to camp at a narrow mountain valley, which prevented the terracotta soldiers from exploiting their numerical advantage.

If a battle broke out, the undead army would surely suffer severe losses.

But was that a concern for Shu Yichao?

You must be kidding me.