Chapter 14 - Push

A striking figure approached Edward—a humanoid AI robot named Sufia, standing six feet tall and clad in a sleek military uniform. Her presence was both beautiful and imposing, her piercing blue eyes gleaming with intelligence.

"Sufia, what is the current situation in the Holy Kingdom?" Edward inquired, his voice steady and firm.

"My Fuhrer," she replied, her voice calm and precise, "after analyzing the data from the people we rescued and the satellite feeds, it appears that many cities in the Holy Kingdom have succumbed to the monsters. The capital is now under the control of demons. Currently, the Demihuman army is advancing toward a city called Kalinsha."

The air was thick with tension as Edward's brow furrowed with concern. "Can you provide more information about these monsters?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing.

"They are attempting to push southward, but the Holy Kingdom Navy is holding them at sea," Sufia reported, her eyes scanning the data streaming across her visor. "We estimate their numbers to be close to one hundred thousand."

Edward turned his gaze to the large screens displaying satellite images. The devastation was evident—towns and villages lay in ruins, their inhabitants suffering under the relentless assault of the demons. The stench of smoke and ash hung heavy in the air, and the distant rumble of artillery fire echoed through the silence.

He activated his helmet's communication system to reach out to Alice, the AI managing their resources back on Earth. The soft hum of the comms system filled the air as he spoke.

[Alice, how many robots and clones do we currently have?]

[Almost 500,000,] she responded promptly, her digital voice crisp and clear.

"That's a significant force, but I can't deploy them all here," Edward said, contemplating their strategy. "We need to maintain a strong presence on Earth as well."

[Alice, I want you to create more robots and clones. Build additional factories and repair those that can be salvaged. Maximize our production capabilities and develop more weapons.]

[I understand. I will expedite the process,] Alice assured him, her digital tone unwavering.

"Very good," Edward replied, feeling a surge of determination. He knew that the challenges ahead would be formidable, and he needed to prepare thoroughly.

In the aftermath of World War III, few facilities had survived, but the seventh robot factory had endured. Alice had constructed various structures to ensure their survival, including power plants, but it was clear that they needed more resources.

Thanks to advanced technology, they could operate efficiently, creating different types of robots for various tasks—workers, scientists, guards, and soldiers. The whir of machinery and the hum of engines filled the air as the robots went about their duties.

Alice had dispatched robots across Earth in search of survivors. While they had not found any living humans, they had uncovered valuable resources. However, it was still insufficient. They needed to explore the minerals available in this world.

Edward's attention returned to the giant screen before him. The satellite images showed the extent of the devastation, and the weight of their task hung heavy on his shoulders.

"Sufia, assemble an army of 10,000 troops," he commanded, his voice firm and resolute.

"As you wish, My Fuhrer," Sufia replied, immediately activating her advanced technology to begin the formation of the army. The sound of machinery whirring to life filled the air as the robots sprang into action.

As the troops were being assembled, a message from Alice flashed on the screen. She had discovered a rich deposit of minerals in a nearby mountain range—exactly what they needed to bolster their resources and weaponry.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, Edward quickly devised a plan to send a team of robots to mine the minerals. Time was of the essence; the demons were advancing toward Kalinsha, and they needed every resource they could muster.

With determination in his heart, Edward prepared to face the challenges ahead, knowing that the fate of the Holy Kingdom—and perhaps the world—rested on his shoulders.