Sensing the slight fluctuation of airflow coming from above, and hearing the boy's excited cheers, the mother, who was focused on leading the boy to escape, couldn't help but look up.
At this time, as long as there is a slight chance to save her, no, to save her son's life, the mother will choose to believe it.
No matter how unrealistic and ridiculous this opportunity sounds.
!!
But when she raised her head, she saw the legendary "angel" actually "descend" above them.
I saw the god's body driven by Sanguinius, slowly flapping its white wings, floating in the city. Its left hand held a hunting bow engraved with exquisite carvings, and its right hand pulled the bow string into the shape of a full moon.
"call out--!"
Then, a psychic arrow burst out with dazzling golden light, roaring through the dark night sky, piercing directly through the body of the giant beast that had just stood up.
"call--!"
The moment the arrow hit the ground, there was no violent explosion, but a more dazzling light that quickly lit up the entire city.
"Hoo...ho..."
As for the giant beast that was pierced by the arrow, it was wrapped in a raging fire that seemed to be inextinguishable, struggling and wailing.
In just a few seconds, the hundred-meter-tall giant beast was completely burned by the fire. The ashes were blown away by the wind and fell to the ground like snowflakes.
"Wow~ Mom, it's snowing. Is this the snow you said?"
Seeing ashes falling all around, the boy cheered even more excitedly.
Hearing the cheers and seeing the ashes, the people who had been running for their lives in panic stopped and stared at the sky in a daze.
More than a dozen soldiers even forgot to change their magazines, and their index fingers still pulled the triggers, causing their firearms to make "Click! Click!" sounds in sequence.
At this time, Sanguinius controlled the body of God to repeat the actions just now, wreaking havoc in the west of the city, and was instantly killed by his own kind, and the giant beast that seemed to be in shock was also killed with one arrow.
The light produced by the two arrows made the whole city look like daylight.
"Thank you dear Father God for letting your angel of judgment come to the world to cut through the darkness and bring light..."
Facing the warm spiritual light and looking up at the body of God flying towards the city center, a man couldn't help but kneel down on his knees, made a gesture of prayer, and said the above words with great piety.
"God...God has not abandoned us yet..."
"Angel…"
More and more people, even if they don't believe in religion or God, can't help but kneel down and sigh.
What had just happened, apart from God, they could not imagine anyone else who could kill the giant beast that had been ravaging the earth for a long time in an instant.
"There's an enemy situation at nine o'clock!"
However, one of the soldiers who was the first to regain his senses raised his finger and pointed to the west and shouted a reminder.
On the west side of the intersection where everyone gathered, an incalculable number of beasts appeared in the streets.
And not only on the west side, the beasts that were wandering nearby and noticed the movement all rushed towards their area.
After all, various unexpected changes caused them to lose the best opportunity to escape from the city and fell into a siege by beasts.
See this.
All the soldiers responded immediately. Those who changed magazines were scattered around the crowd, and those who pointed their guns at the beast wave continued to pull the triggers and shoot.
"Come here son..."
The mother, who did not kneel down with others, quickly took the boy into her arms, and her eyes behind the mask stared at the back of the god's body that had moved away.
Just when she, and many others, once again had the thought of being abandoned by God, a transport plane formation composed of thirty Thunders arrived over the city.
One of the planes broke away from the formation, quickly dropped in altitude, and then landed directly at the intersection where the mother and son were, in a manner similar to an emergency landing.
Expand the nose door.
"Boom! Boom!"
A group of "giants" with an average height of more than three meters left the cabin with steps that were obviously shaking.
The "giants" ignored the crowds and soldiers whose thoughts stopped again, and divided into four groups of five people each to go around the intersection.
Immediately afterwards, the "giants" passed the soldiers, stood in a row, and all raised their left hands to aim at the back of the beast who still didn't understand the situation, or was not intelligent enough to understand the situation...
"嘡!嘡!嘡!" gunfire sounded loudly.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The particularly "pleasant" sound of flesh cracking at this moment, combined with the unique gunfire of the bolter, continued to shock everyone's hearts.
The dark green painted power armor worn by these twenty "giants" can be seen in some details of Mjolnir III, but overall it is thicker and rougher than Mjolnir III, and its style resembles the heavy armored soldiers of ancient Greece.
.
The forearm of his left hand is equipped with a double-barreled .75-caliber special bolter, and a thick silver bullet chain is connected to the ammunition box hanging on the lower back.
The right hand holds a spear similar to the Spear of Fear.
However, the energy stance wrapped around the sharp spearhead and flashing light red light indicates that this is a power spear that requires the use of the slot in the gauntlet and is directly powered by the nuclear fusion reactor of the power armor, and is expensive to build.
The right shoulder is also equipped with a large-caliber shoulder cannon.
The white "Λ" Legion logo engraved on the left shoulder armor represents the identities of the twenty "giants" who are the Umbrella Second Legion, the most elite warrior guard of the Spartan Legion.
Each Legion has a Honor Guard hand-picked by the Primarch.
This group is the best among the Astartes, equipped with exclusive "Terminator" power armor that matches the style of their respective legions, and equipped with expensive weapons.
The Terminator power armor is a derivative of Mjolnir, and the outer armor was made by the craftsman god Hephaestus. Although it cannot be "enlarged" like the original body's exclusive outer armor, the Terminator is also a unique existence, and it is extremely difficult to
Mass production.
Now.
The twenty Spartan warriors who guarded the mother and son, as well as the soldiers and everyone else, were the elite who stood out from more than five hundred Spartans.
Behind the warriors were panic-stricken people who were confused about the situation.
In front of him was the beast's body, which was blasted by the blaster and exploded, with dark blue blood flying everywhere.
The warriors of the flood control dam created an absolute "vacuum" zone in front of them to block the impact of the beast tide.
No matter how many beasts there are, they can't advance any further.
As the two legions, totaling more than a thousand Astartes, were deployed to every corner of the city, the number of beasts faced by the warriors decreased rapidly.
Soon, the crisis at the intersection where everyone was standing was relieved, and the warriors stopped firing and lowered their left hands.
After the ceasefire, people could even hear the subtle sound of the barrels of the double-barreled bolter.
"嘡...嘡..." and the sound of intensive gunshots echoed throughout the city.
West side of the intersection.
"Sergeant, what is going on...? Are they really an army sent by God to the mortal world?"
Seemingly influenced by the devout prayer before, a soldier looked at the five warriors not far in front of him and asked in surprise.
"I don't know." The sergeant beside the soldier shrugged, put the last magazine in the rifle in his hand, and expressed his opinion:
"I only know that they are friendly forces. If not, we would have gone to see the true God by now. How could we stand here and talk."
"Sergeant, look, there's another big guy coming out." Another soldier warned in a low voice.
"Huh?" Hearing this, the sergeant turned around and looked.
After wearing the original power armor, John, who was over 4.5 meters tall, bowed slightly and walked out of the Thunder transport plane under the gaze of more than a hundred people.
When he arrived outside the cabin, John straightened up and looked down at the people gathered in the center of the intersection.
Similar to the style of the Spartan Legion he led, John's power armor was biased toward the ancient Greek style. Combined with the Spear of Terror held tightly in his right hand, John was no different from the well-known demigod hero.
“Thank you God the Father for sending His sons to come to us and save our lives in times of crisis…”
The devout prayer knelt down to John, and more than half of the people were also influenced by him and knelt down to John.
But the mother and son were not among them.
"..."
John was silent when he saw this situation. Due to the obstruction of his helmet, everyone could not see his face and expression at this time.
"Wow..." The boy in his mother's arms, who had no idea about the so-called "god" or "religion", asked John bluntly:
"What is your relationship with that archangel?"
"Brother." John responded immediately, then looked around at the people kneeling before him, and explained in a low voice:
"Also, we are not gods, let alone the so-called heirs of God the Father. We are the sons of Sui Bian. Please keep this in mind."
After explaining, John ignored how the crowd would react and walked straight towards the sergeant and others standing on the west side of the intersection.
The closer they got, the more the sergeant and soldiers raised their heads, until John was not far in front of them.
But they won't be overly excited like civilians, and they still remain rational. After all, they are guys who dare to fight against a hundred-meter giant beast.
"Soldier, lead your men, protect civilians and take our transport plane. The pilot will take you to a safe area." John said.
"Thank you for your assistance." The sergeant glanced at Thunderbolt parked not far away, thanked him sincerely, and finally said curiously:
"By the way, I still don't know who you are...?"
"Human." John responded briefly.
After saying that, John went straight to the west street.
Twenty warriors also followed their original body and left this intersection.
Under the helmet, John looked indifferent, watching all kinds of information displayed on the screen.
Using the vision provided by pulse scanning, he and twenty warriors came to the evacuation exit of the mother and son, and entered the abandoned sewer in the opposite direction.
"Sergeant, it seems that they want to go to the underground fortress, but how can they find it without us leading the way?" a soldier said.
"Look? Do you think they are characters who need our help? Let's go, it is our mission to make civilians safe." The sergeant said with emotion.
"Okay Sergeant..."
Next, the sergeant and his soldiers escorted the civilians into Thunder's cabin.
The standard specification can carry forty fully armed Astartes, and the Thunder can naturally accommodate less than one hundred and four ordinary humans in total, and there is even room in the cabin to spare.
After the last two soldiers entered the cabin, the pilot controlled the Thunder and slowly took off.
Before the nose door was completely closed, the last sight everyone saw was a ruined city filled with gunfire.
After the cabin door closed, the dim red light came on, and the thunder was noticed to be changing direction and flying rapidly, which gave people a sense of security that they had lost for a long time.
"Everyone." At this time, the cabin broadcast also came with a reminder from the pilot: "The cabin has completed ventilation, so you can take off your breathing equipment."
Hear the reminder.
The brave soldiers took off their masks directly. After finding that they could indeed breathe freely, everyone also took off their masks one after another.
After the disaster, everyone could finally relax and talk to each other more often.
"Sui Bian..." and the devout prayer murmured to himself: "Is this the real... God the Father? Well... yes, the real God the Father..."
As for “not God” as stated by John…
To be honest, most people in the cabin were skeptical about this.
The boy sitting at the end of the cabin with his mother, still maintaining his innocence, will not consider the problems of adults.
"Mom~." He spread his hands and imitated the way the God's body flaps its wings, but as if he was afraid of disturbing others, he whispered to his mother with a smile:
"We are flying, we are flying, it's great~haha~."
"Yes, son, we are flying." The mother also smiled kindly, patted the boy's head with her left hand and said, "This time it is really safe."
Outside the cabin.
More and more Thunder transport planes carrying civilians are leaving the city and flying at low altitude over the desert, preparing to return across half of the Sahara Desert towards the frontline base.
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North side of the city center of Rabat.
On the spacious main road, among the dilapidated ruins, two Blood Angels tactical teams gathered.
The ten holy angels crushed the beast body that was ten to a hundred times their own and gradually pushed southward.
The team on the left side of the street, three Holy Angels armed with standard bolt rifles, were scattered at the outermost edge of the team, responsible for dealing with the two "firepower output" who slipped through the net.
At the center of the team are two members equipped with heavy weapons.
One holds a 1.0 cal caliber heavy bolter in both hands and has a huge ammunition box on his back.
The other one holds a plasma cannon with a barrel filled with blue light. The power backpack installed on his back is also much larger than the other members and is used to power the plasma cannon.
"Dang! Dang!"
"Ri~—whoop!"
The sounds of bolters and plasma cannons intertwined, mercilessly slaughtering anything that was not human.
At this moment, there are nearly two hundred tactical teams like this on the city surface, executing the order issued by Sui Bian to "kill all alien garbage".
Hundreds of meters underground.
John and his twenty warriors, armed with pulse scanning, shuttled through the criss-crossing maze of tunnels, gradually approaching the underground fortress where the situation was unknown.
Inside the helmet.
"John, how's the situation?" Robert's voice came from the communication.
"Everything goes well, the battle on the surface is expected to end within ten minutes." John, looking ahead, turned a corner and saw the faint light spot at the front of the tunnel and continued:
"As you guessed before, the remaining humans in this world are hiding underground."
"Okay, I will notify the reconnaissance troops heading to Europe and the Middle East, and deal with the raging aliens as soon as possible," Robert said.