The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: The Fortress in Red

"WHAT?!"

As expected, it was Master Quinn.

The old mechanic’s voice cracked so loudly that several people jumped. His hand flew to his chest, as though steadying his heart, and he wobbled like he might collapse at any second.

The concept of using beast materials to harness characteristics was not new. It had been the dream of every craftsman for centuries. But dreams were one thing. Reality was another.

Yes, people could forge plating from beast scales. Yes, sometimes beast blood was used to temper alloys. But to claim they could draw out and weaponize actual abilities from beast cores?

That was unheard of. Impossible. Heretical.

For a terrifying moment, Quinn thought he would actually pass away right there, foaming at the mouth from sheer disbelief. But then the holoprojection flickered to life, and D-29 began to play the simulation.

The Master straightened instantly, gripping the table as if to tether himself to existence. His face drained of color, but his eyes blazed with desperate fire.

He swore—if the grim reaper himself came knocking, he would slam the door and cling to life.

He had to see this.

The projection bloomed in front of them. Jax’s biomecha appeared in glowing light, a crimson giant with twin shields gleaming like titanic slabs of war.

"Anchor Mode," Luca’s calm voice narrated.

The mecha planted both shields into the ground. At once, energy rippled through the terrain. The ground itself seemed to tighten and harden around the biomecha’s feet. An incoming barrage slammed into it—explosions, debris, fire. Yet the juggernaut did not budge. Not an inch.

It looked as though the ground itself had chosen to hold Jax in place.

Gasps rippled across the room.

"It’s rooted?!" Gisella muttered. "He didn’t even slide back under impact!"

"Seems impossible, no?. Even siege cannons cause recoil. I had the same thought when I first saw it, responded Cece, who had been similarly surprised before."

But the holographic mecha stood tall, shields like anchors, unshaken.

"Piercer Mode."

The holoprojection shifted. The shields’ edges began to hum, vibrating at a frequency so high the air itself seemed to blur.

The biomecha lunged.

One shield stabbed forward, driving straight into an enemy mecha’s chest. The armor shredded like paper. The projection zoomed in—everyone saw it. The shields were drilling through, vibrating like the jaws of a beast burrowing through stone.

The enemy mecha collapsed, core pierced clean through.

The hangar went silent.

Then someone whispered, "That’s not a shield. That’s... that’s a weaponized mining rig."

"No, Pop. That’s a battering ram!" screeched Ollie.

But then they couldn’t continue the speculation because—

"Epicenter."

The biomecha slammed both shields into the ground. Energy surged. The terrain rippled outward in a circular shock, like a stone tossed into a lake.

Only, instead of water, it was the ground.

The ground buckled, shook, and threw enemy mechas off balance. The lighter ones tumbled like toys, while smaller simulated beasts sprang off the ground. Even the heavier ones staggered, footing shattered.

The onlookers clutched their chairs as if the tremor was happening in the hangar itself.

"Sweet Solaris..." one elder wheezed. "That’s... that’s battlefield control. With a shield."

Quinn slapped his thigh, wheezing like a dying bellows. "Who would’ve thought? Who would’ve thought that after surprising himself in the last few months, there could even be more things to discover?! An actual quake with the mecha shields as the epicenter! By all that’s holy, it’s... It’s genius!"

"Directional Shockwave."

The biomecha raised both shields and clashed them together. A pulse of force blasted outward like a giant’s roar, the shockwave scattering enemy lines. Simulated mechas skidded back, their neat formations shattered into chaos.

Spectators ducked instinctively, shielding themselves from the phantom blast even though it was only a projection. Even Duchess Amelia winced as if remembering what the Deathworms could do.

"That could turn an entire advance into a rout," muttered Killian, his voice strained. "While it might not outright decapitate anyone, whoever sees that first would likely panic."

"As for the last one, it’s not really from the beast core, but more from the nanite ore coating the shield." Luca pointed out.

"Nanite-Enhanced Fortification."

The nanite ore—minute metallic particles fused into the structure—shifted like invisible swarms inside the keratin and arachnid exoskeleton. Under strain, they redistributed themselves, packing into fractures and bonding the materials tighter than before. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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