A volley of gunfire was fired from the rebel position, and the crisp sound of pulse gunfire echoed throughout the center of Area 01.
The Kriegs, who were charging quickly towards the position, were under intense barrage.
However, among the weapons of the rebels, only large-caliber fixed machine guns, as well as anti-tank weapons and artillery of armored units, can instantly penetrate or destroy TPS-4 and CMC-700 power armor.
However, the distance to an intersection was fleeting, and before too many casualties occurred, the Kriegs had already rushed to the edge of the stinking position.
"Buzz!"
The first battalion commander to rush into the position swung his chain sword and slashed the nearest rebel on the left shoulder.
"Hey...—呲ala!!"
Even with the obstacles of armor and bones, the chain sword still cut through very "smoothly" and removed the rebel's left shoulder, right arm and part of the head.
Dark green blood sprayed in all directions, also splashing on the battalion commander's power armor.
While completing the slashing motion, the battalion commander's left hand holding the bolter swung to the other side and pulled the trigger toward the rebel with the "secondary mouth" on his abdomen.
A shot of "嘡!"
"Poof!" The rotten and swollen head exploded into pieces.
While the battalion commander dealt with the two rebels, the remaining Kriegs also rushed into the position and killed all enemies in sight with extremely fast efficiency.
In an instant, the already indescribable smell of the position became even more fishy due to the blood, broken arms, and remains flying everywhere.
In the close combat during the exercise, even the UNSC's elite airborne troops needed five times the number of troops to barely equal Krieger, and that was when both sides were equipped with equal weapons and equipment.
This is not an exercise, and those facing Krieger are not elite airborne troops, but renegade UNSC Army soldiers.
Hand-to-hand combat seemed to turn on some kind of "switch" for the battalion commander and the Kriegs, allowing them to harvest the lives of the rebels in an extremely crazy manner.
"For my Lord! Die heretic!!"
A rebel yelled, taking the opportunity to rush towards a Krieger who was surrounded by people and had no time to take care of him behind him, and put the muzzle of his gun at the weak part of TPS-4's back at close range.
"Ta-ta!"
"Pfft...! Pfft!"
This time, the pulse bomb successfully penetrated TPS-4. Several warheads exploded in the Krieg's body. Bright red blood flowed to the outside of the power armor, causing the Krieg to stagger and collapse to the ground.
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"Hahaha! Die! Heretic!"
"Our Lord protects us! Heretics are not a threat!"
Seeing that the arrogant Krieg was finally defeated, the more than twenty rebels surrounding them vented their long-suppressed fear with loud cheers and thanked their master.
But before this Krieger completely lost his ability to move, he commanded the power armor's small cold fusion reactor to overload via oral instructions in his helmet.
then...
"boom--!"
The violent explosion swallowed up more than 20 rebels in the blink of an eye, and the shock wave also knocked down many rebels in the distance.
View from above.
The remaining Kriegs, with this crazy close combat that was not afraid of death, actually overwhelmed the rebels who outnumbered them ten times.
"These guys...are the gods of death!"
"Why...why! Even with my Lord's blessing, why are you not their opponent?"
Krieger showed no concern for his own style, causing the morale of the rebels to fall into a low state again.
Some rebels even began to doubt themselves. Why should they take refuge in "our Lord" in exchange for the so-called true meaning of life? What is the purpose of rebellion?
"A bunch of trash!"
Fiers wielded his scimitar and chopped the two retreating rebels into two pieces. He looked at Krieger who was about to rush in front of him, raised several twitching and squirming "left hands" and clenched them together hard.
"Click!"
Accompanied by the horrifying sound of bones breaking, Krieg, who was targeted by Phils, was crushed into a ball by the tyrannical psychic energy, even with his body armor on.
After easily killing a Krieg, Phils looked at the most ferocious battalion commander.
"Crack!"
A bolt of psychic lightning twisted in the shape of a "Z" and flashing green light shot out from Phil's tentacle-like left hand and struck straight at the battalion commander's helmet.
"Snapped!"
The psychic lightning was so fast that the battalion commander had no time to react before he was caught by the bolt.
The helmet, which was originally painted yellow, was also scorched by psychic lightning, and plumes of black smoke were emitted.
Then his body became slightly stiff and he fell down, paralyzed on the ground motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Seeing that the battalion commander was silent, Fiers' distorted face revealed a deformed smile, he raised his machete high and said contemptuously:
"No matter how strong these dumb guys are, they still don't have God's blessing, so...kneel down!!"
As Phils said, a spiritual wave visible to the naked eye took it as the center point and quickly enveloped all the rebels and the remaining Kriegs.
This fluctuation had no impact on the rebels, but the Kriegs were unable to attack anymore and were forced to kneel down.
The Kriegs tried their best to hold on. Even if they couldn't bear it, they would rather lie on the ground completely losing their ability to resist than kneel down to Phils.
"Ah."
Looking at Krieger who was all lying on the ground, Phils smiled disdainfully, looked around at all the rebels present and said loudly:
"This is the consequences of opposing our Lord! Come on! Pry open the helmets of these mutes and feed them the nectar given by our Lord! Let us see if we can cure these mutes!"
Discovering that Phils had reversed the situation on his own, all the rebels finally regained their confidence, and then they exclaimed in unison: "Yes!!"
Next.
The rebels divided into groups to get the equipment boxes containing the soup, while the remaining rebels walked towards the immobile Kriegs, preparing to pry open the helmets of the power armor to see Krieg's true appearance.
"Forehead..."
At this time, the battalion commander, who seemed to have died long ago, let out a low groan of pain.
He put down the bolter he was holding tightly, reached out with his left hand to the back of his head, and manually released the link between the helmet and the power armor.
After exerting great force, the battalion commander took off his completely damaged helmet, revealing his true face.
It is very different from what the entire UNSC, including the general public, has speculated.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! People who don't know the details, through Krieg's special helmet, instinctively imagine them as "cybers" with horrific looks and various needles inserted into their skin.
However, the real situation is completely opposite.
I saw the battalion commander who had taken off his helmet. He had neat short hair and healthy fair skin. He had strong features and was quite handsome.
The only thing that "disturbed the scenery" was the bloody left eye, the cheek under the eye, and two blood stains that were about to dry up.
Just now, Phils' psychic lightning caused the screen of his helmet to explode, injuring his left eye, and the electric shock all over his body caused him to fall into a brief coma.
The battalion commander threw his helmet aside, held the chain sword in his right hand and poked the ground, then stood up with support, stared at Phils with his right eye, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The 087th Regiment Combat Battalion obeys the order! Keep charging! For the sake of sir! For the company! Follow me to kill the heretics of Cholera Arcadia!"
Yelled at the same time.
The battalion commander held the chain sword with both hands, struggled to kill the nearby rebels who had not yet reacted, and then ran towards Phils.
But Krieg, who should have been unable to move, could now struggle to get up, hold on to their chainswords, and continue to kill the fallen traitors beside him.
The unexpected sudden change caused many rebels present to die under the swords of the Kriegs before they could react.
"This...how is this possible!"
Even Phils, who had always been aloof, was shocked by what happened in front of him.
In its eyes, Krieg is obviously just a bunch of mutes without psychic powers, so how can they withstand its psychic pressure.
In the blink of an eye, the battalion commander and more than a dozen Kriegs had already rushed in front of it.
"Damn it...a bunch of damn mute bugs!!"
Phils returned to his contemptuous attitude and used his left hand to release more powerful psychic lightning.
"Crack! Crack!"
The battalion commander was struck by lightning again, and was connected to more than a dozen comrades beside him.
The comrades were struck by lightning and fell to the ground unable to move, but the battalion commander was able to face the psychic attack and continue to approach Phils.
And this powerful psychic attack could only slow down the battalion commander's pace at most.
Such an incredible situation caused Phils's corrupt brain to shut down, and he kept mumbling "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!".
It is clearly a person chosen by God, and the spiritual energy contained in its body is enough to change the direction of a war.
But why can't it kill the "bugs" that are getting closer to it?
But the battalion commander didn't care whether Phils was the God's Chosen or not. The moment he approached, he swung the chain sword with all his strength and was bound to disembowel Phils.
Without thinking too much, Phils also waved his scimitar to block.
"Zheng!" There was a metal collision.
"Whoop! Whoop!" The titanium alloy chain kept cutting the blade that emitted a strange green light.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
However, no matter how you look at it, it seems that the "small" battalion commander has successfully suppressed the three-meter-tall, bulky and bulky Phils in terms of strength.
The close combat finally allowed Phils to see the difference in the battalion commander.
Looking carefully, it found that the battalion commander was emitting a faint golden light, like...
It seems that I have been protected by some kind of "god".
Thinking of this possibility, Phils's distorted face showed an expression of extreme shock.
who is it?
Once he thought of the existence of other "gods", Phils' faith began to waver, and he began to consider whether his move to surrender to "my lord" was right or wrong, just like a rebel.
"Bless sir!"
When Phils was stunned, the battalion commander roared and pushed away the scimitar, then turned around, swung the curled chain sword, and slashed towards Phils' abdomen.
"Hey!"
Even with the curled blade, the chain sword could still easily tear through the black robe and the rotten skin under the black robe.
This blow left a gash in Phils' abdomen.
Dark green blood, mixed with rotten intestines and deformed organs, flowed out through the gap and spilled to the ground.
Also pouring out of Phils' body from the gap were a large number of flies-like flying insects.
"Buzz~buzz~"
They pounced on the battalion commander, making annoying noises like mosquitoes, ready to bite the skin that was no longer protected by the helmet.
But as soon as they got close, they were burned by the faint light emanating from the battalion commander, and turned into ashes one after another.
"Death to the traitor!"
The battalion commander was not satisfied with the successful blow. He took this opportunity to swing his sword vigorously, and finally disembowelled Phils, even his fat and bloated body shrank a lot.
"no no..."
Because his "god" really existed, Phils, who was still in a state of shock, retreated continuously, completely unable to make an effective counterattack.
Let’s look at the current situation on the rebel side.
Seeing that Phils was brutally tortured by the battalion commander and losing his invincible psychic assistance, he also saw that the remaining Kriegs were furious.
"Run! Run!"
"No! Stay away from me! Don't come near me!"
"Let me go...let me go, I was forced to join them..."
In the end, the rebels, who were not too corrupt, collapsed completely.
With only their skin and armor stuck together, and what looks like a second mouth on their abdomen, the rebels who have completely become the playthings of "my lord" are still holding on.
But surrender and begging for mercy and such persistence are in vain. What the Kriegs hate most are traitors, and they ruthlessly kill all rebels.
Only the guy who chose to run away at the beginning was left alive for the time being.
After all, the number of Kriegs is not large, and there is no time to deal with them now. Killing Phils and the black-robed cultists who are praying is the first priority.
The believers were much easier to deal with than the rebels, so the Kriegs put away their chainswords and adopted the simplest and most effective attack.
That was to use Hellfire rifles, Gauss machine guns, small missiles and grenade launchers to "sweep" the entire square.
Although the light pillar generated by the summoning array failed to completely dissipate, the light was much dimmed.
After the comrades completed the "ground-washing" attack, the battalion commander also knocked down Phils, who was covered in injuries.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But the moment the battalion commander was about to complete the neck-cutting action.
Fiers' dirty, chaotic eyes burst out with green light, and he rolled over, successfully dodging the chain sword that hit its neck.
"Tsk, I can only make do with this body."
Phils, who had dodged the blow, seemed to have a different voice.
It stood up again and advised the battalion commander: "My child, you are ten thousand times stronger than a human in this body. If you take refuge in me, you will gain greater power!"
"Buzz--blah-!"
But the chain sword slashed across "Fiers"'s neck without any hesitation, causing his swollen head to fall to the ground, and he could no longer say anything to the battalion commander.
Immediately afterwards, the rotten body and head turned into a pool of smelly green water, leaving only the scimitar that still gave off a strange green light.
It's just that the light pillar of the summoning ceremony did not disappear due to the death of "Fiers".
Seeing this, the battalion commander, who was originally expressionless, couldn't help but frown, showing a solemn expression.
But not long after, the beam of light dissipated on its own, which caused the battalion commander's expression to change to confusion.
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A few seconds before the light beam disappeared.
Inside the bridge of the Phoenix-class aircraft carrier, the flagship of the UNSC 3rd Fleet.
Sui Bian, wearing a custom-made uniform, stood at the end of the bridge with his hands behind his back, looking into the fault space outside the porthole window.
[Captain Krieger under the host was detected and successfully killed Fils Doroni, who was possessed by the middle-level demon from another space, "Samael".
At the same time, this system detected that Samael's existence was exposed due to his possession, and his psychic level was inferior to that of the host.
But Samael is not in a weak state, so the host should spend points to rob him of psychic energy.】