Originally, under Stryker's plan, their attack would be carried out in secret, and they had already returned to the stronghold when the enemy discovered it.
But he ignored one thing, not everyone had the same determination to resist to the end like him.
Not long after the team set off, a traitor leaked the moment to the heresy. Although he did not know Stryker's specific plan, he knew that now was the weakest time for the stronghold's defense.
Therefore, an attack followed, followed by a massacre.
By the time Stryker hurried back to the stronghold, it was too late.
The sky above Crest Fortress was burning, and the flames burned to the entire earth. The bombing of enemy planes blew the ancient watchtower into a fire-burning hole, melting the towering walls, destroying towers and flat streets.
In the burning aisle, black figures were passing by.
The figures roared in a low voice, panting, and took away lives with their foul-smelling claws.
"Brunei!"
With a roar, Stryker kicked open a door and raised his detonator and opened fire.
He looked so tall in the rolling smoke, like an Astate, and on his rocky face, he had bright eyes
Scan the darkness around him, allowing him to shoot bullets at the enemies lurking beside him.
In the nearby smoke, the red-eyed monsters trembled and exploded, and blood splattered onto the stone wall.
Suddenly, several lasers cut open the air near him, so Stryker immediately shot and fought back, and stepped out his legs and accelerated, shuttled between the falling corpses.
On the front apron, there was a group of people fighting. In front of the gate of the boarding pipeline, two bloody militiamen were fighting with their commander, Brunei.
"Let us go over now, you bastard."
"Shameful deserter!"
Stryker could hear one of them screaming.
"You let us wait for death here, hurry up and let us go."
Stryker saw one of them pull out his pistol and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The gun opened fire before Stryker rushed to the man.
Colonel Katachang, full of anger, smashed the gunman's chin with the grip of his pistol, knocked the man to the stairs, then lifted the other person's body and threw the other person on the burning stair track below.
But Brunei has fallen into a pool of blood.
"I...I have notified the floating barges as per your order, and they are ready to retreat... Leave me, hurry up, or..."
"Shut up!"
Stryker scolded and tried to help Brunei up, but his hands were covered in blood.
"Let's go together."
"I can't wait for that long, I'm going to die... You retreat quickly, sir."
Brunei said painfully, his voice sharp and hoarse.
Retreat, retreat, retreat again!
Stryker hated himself why a Katachang man had to endure so much shame.
"Don't fucking say you're retreating! Attica didn't hold me and ran away! Mount Olympia didn't hold me and ran away! The Red Sand Mountains didn't hold me and ran away! Today I, Stryker, will not run away."
On the apron, Stryker heard the sharp roar from the air-floating barge jet engine, which meant that the last one was about to take off.
"quick--"
Brunei grabbed Stryker's clothes.
For a moment, Stryker thought Brunei hoped he could take him with him.
But the other party's body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and Stryk was so scared that he took a big step back.
On the top of the stairs, the twisted Chaos pioneer troops were surrounded.
It turned out that Brunei vaguely saw them along Stryker's shoulders, so he reluctantly allowed his body to protect him and blocked the bullets for his superiors.
Stryk slowly stood up, with flames burning in his eyes.
He first used one bullet to explode the nearby soldiers with horned skulls, and the second and third bullets also exploded the bodies of the other two enemies.
The fourth, fifth and six bullets knocked several enemies away, causing them to fall directly to their comrades who were still climbing the stairs.
The seventh sound of air-bounce came from the seventh round.
So he threw the explosive pistol aside and slowly retreated to the door of the boarding duct.
Following the smoke, he could smell the stinking smell of chaos and the buzzing sound of huge flies.
Maybe the enemy will rush to him in the next second.
Suddenly, an automatic cannon roared and opened fire at the barbaric enemy, and the devastating fire was shot from a nearby corner.
Stryk turned around and saw the strong man with a fish-shaped tattoo on his face.
It's a hedgehog.
The hedgehog was in a sentry cannon position near the boarding office and launched a cover fire for Stryker.
"Hurry up and get on the barge, the last train is still waiting for you."
Stryker walked through quickly against the strong wind generated by the barge engine.
As the hatch was about to close, Stryker jumped into the cabin.
The enemy's bullets were constantly hitting the fuselage.
Stryker hit the cabin floor with his face facing the ground, leaving blood on his face.
He stared at a group outside the cabin who was rushing to catch up with the last militia.
"Open the door!"
Stryker shouted angrily:
"Are you all fucking deaf? Open it now."
But the crew members seemed to have not heard him, so Stryker stood up with difficulty and pulled down the cabin leverage.
The door opened suddenly, and the hedgehog jumped up.
Afterwards, everyone quickly closed the hatch door.
"Now."
He shouted at the crew members in the cockpit.
"Take off quickly!"
The next second, the jet engine let out a deafening scream, but the air-to-air laser fire broke the boarding pipe, causing the barge to accidentally break a pillar, and the body began to shake continuously.
Below the shuttle, the fortress was burning in a sea of fire.
In order to escape, the pilot seemed to throw everything behind his head - rules and regulations, the limits of the fuselage, and even his mother's name, frantically adjusted the power of the jet engine to its limit.
After the tail nozzle of the shuttle machine sprayed a ball of black smoke, it suddenly sprayed another ball of flame.
"Engine failure!!"
This is the most desperate voice.
The floating barge began to descend, and the fortress below it was like a dying person, being eaten by the flames little by little.
Stryker stood up with difficulty and barely walked to the porthole. The scene in front of him was his dream - the flame, blooming like a flower. This pale and dim green flame seemed to have been given life, swallowing the whole world, the whole world...
He held his Katachang machete tightly, and if the Emperor decided to summon him here, he would definitely take away enough traitors' heads before heading to the throne.
With a bang, the barge fell heavily back to the ground.
"Come on!!! Traitors!!!"
The moment the hatch opened, Stryker roared and jumped down, holding up the scimitar in his hand.
Suddenly, a strong air flow passed by him.
Stryker looked up and saw several silver-gray metal warhawks.
Their hatch doors were all opened, and under Stryker's shocked gaze, blue-gray figures carrying jetpacks jumped up from the hatch door, and made a scream that he had never heard of in his life, enough to freeze the soul.