Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

Tap! Tap!

The position where the rebels were located fired a salvo of gunfire, and the clear and pulsed gunfire echoed throughout the center of Area 01.

The Kriegers, who were charging quickly towards the position, were under heavy barrage.

But among the weapons of the rebels, only large-caliber fixed machine guns, anti-tank weapons and artillery of armored units can instantly penetrate or destroy TPS-IV and CMC-700 power armor.

However, the distance of an intersection was fleeting, and before there were too many casualties, the Kriegers had already rushed to the edge of the stinking position.

Om-~!

The battalion commander who was the first to rush into the position swung his chainsword and slashed at the left shoulder of the nearest rebel.

Shhhhh!!

Even with the obstacles of armor and bones, the chainsword cut through very smoothly, removing the rebel's left shoulder, right arm and head.

Dark green blood sprayed all around, and also splashed on the battalion commander's power armor.

While completing the slashing action, the battalion commander swung his left hand holding the bolt gun to the other side, and pulled the trigger on the rebel with the vice mouth on his abdomen.

Hey! A shot.

Pfft! The corrupted and swollen head exploded.

When the battalion commander dealt with the two rebels, the remaining Kriegers also rushed into the position and killed all enemies in sight with extremely fast efficiency.

In an instant, the position where the smell was hard to describe, became even more stench due to blood, broken arms, and remnants flying all over the place.

In melee combat during the exercise, even the elite UNSC paratroopers needed five times as many people to barely equalize Krieger, and that was when both sides were equipped with equal weapons and equipment.

This is not a drill, and Krieger is not facing elite paratroopers, but renegade UNSC Army soldiers.

The hand-to-hand combat seemed to turn on some kind of switch between the battalion commander and Kriegers, making them frantically harvest the lives of the rebels.

For my lord! Die heresy!!

A rebel yelled, and took the opportunity to rush towards Krieger, who was surrounded by groups and had no time to take care of his back, and pointed his gun at the weak part of the back waist of TPS-IV at close range.

Tack!

Puff! Puff!

This time, the pulse bullet successfully penetrated TPS-IV, and several warheads exploded in Krieger's body, and the bright red blood flowed out of the power armor, causing Krieger to stagger and collapse on the ground .

Hahaha! Die! Heresy!

My lord! Heresy is not a threat!

Seeing Krieg finally knocked down, the more than 20 rebels who surrounded him vented their long-suppressed fear with loud cheers and thanked their master.

But before this Krieger completely lost his ability to move, he used dictation in his helmet to order the small cold fusion reactor of the power armor to overload.

then

boom--!

The violent explosion devoured more than 20 rebels in the blink of an eye, and the shock wave also knocked down many rebels in the distance.

Overlook from above.

The surviving Kriegers, with their frenzied close combat without fear of death, actually overwhelmed the rebels who outnumbered them by ten times.

These guys are gods of death!

Why. Why! With the blessing of my lord, why are you still not their opponents!

Krieger's disregard for his own style has once again brought the morale of the rebels into a slump.

Some rebels even began to doubt themselves, why should they take refuge in my lord in exchange for the so-called true meaning of life? What is the purpose of the mutiny?

A bunch of trash!

Firth swung his scimitar and cut two retreating rebels in two. He looked at Krieger who was about to charge in front of it, and raised several twitching and wriggling left hands to clenched together.

Click it!

Accompanied by the terrifying sound of bones breaking, Krieger, who was being targeted by Phils, was crushed into a ball by the tyrannical psychic energy.

After easily killing a Krieger, Fiers looked at the most ferocious battalion commander.

Crack!

A psychic lightning that twisted into a Z and flashed green light shot out from Fiers' tentacled left hand, and shot straight at the battalion commander's helmet.

Snapped!

The speed of the psychic lightning was so fast that the battalion commander had no time to react before he was struck straight.

The helmet, which was originally painted yellow, was also scorched by psychic lightning, emitting wisps of black smoke.

Then his body was slightly stiff and his head fell back, paralyzed on the ground motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Seeing that the battalion commander was not moving, Phils showed a deformed smile on his distorted face, held up the scimitar, and said contemptuously:

No matter how strong this group of guys who can't speak are, there is no blessing from God, so... kneel down for me!!

As Phils said, a wave of psionic energy visible to the naked eye centered on it, quickly covering all the rebels and the remaining Kriegers.

This fluctuation had no effect on the rebels, but the Kriegers were unable to attack anymore, and forced the Kriegers to kneel down.

!

Krieger persisted with all their strength, even if they couldn't bear it, they would rather choose to lie on the ground completely without resistance than to kneel to Phils.

Ah.

Looking at Krieger who was lying on the ground, Fiers gave a disdainful smile, looked around all the rebels present and said loudly:

This is the fate of opposing our lord! Come on! Pry off the helmets of these dumb people and feed them the nectar bestowed by our lord! Let's see if we can cure these dumb people!

Finding that Phils turned the situation around by himself, all the rebels finally regained their confidence, and then they said in unison, Yes!!

next.

The rebels separated a group to get the equipment box containing the soup, and the rest of the rebels went to the immobile Kriegers, preparing to pry off the helmets of the power armor to see Krieger's true face.

Forehead

At this time, the battalion commander, who seemed to have died long ago, groaned in pain.

He put down the bolt gun he was gripping tightly, stretched his left hand to the back of his head, and manually unlinked the helmet from the power armor.

With great effort, the battalion commander took off the completely damaged helmet, revealing his true face.

It is very different from what the entire UNSC, including the general public, guessed.

People who don't know the details, through Krieger's special helmet, instinctively imagine them as reformed people with terrifying appearance and skin full of needles.

However, the reality is quite the opposite.

I saw the battalion commander who took off his helmet, with neat short hair, healthy fair skin, tough facial features, and a rather handsome appearance.

The only disturbing thing was the bloody left eye, the cheek under the eyes, and two blood stains that were about to dry up.

Just now, Phils' psychic lightning caused the helmet screen to explode, injuring his left eye, and because of the electric shock all over his body, he fell into a short-term coma.

The battalion commander threw the helmet aside, stabbed the ground with the chainsaw sword in his right hand, and then got up to stand up with his strength, staring at Fiers with his right eye, and shouted hoarsely:

The 087th Regiment Combat Battalion is ordered! Continue to charge! For the sake of the sir! For the company! Follow me to kill the heresy of cholera Arcadia!

Yelling at the same time.

The battalion commander held the chainsaw sword in both hands, tried his best to kill the nearby rebels who hadn't reacted, and then ran towards Fels.

Krieger, who was supposed to be unable to move, could struggle to get up at this moment, also holding their chainsaw swords, and continued to kill the fallen traitor beside him.

? ? ! !

The unexpected sudden change caused many rebels present to die under the swords of Kriegers before they could react.

How is this possible!

Even Phils, who had always been aloof, was amazed by what happened before his eyes.

In its eyes, Krieger is obviously just a bunch of dumb people without psychic powers, so how can they withstand its psychic oppression.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the battalion commander and more than a dozen Kriegers had rushed to it not far away.

Damn. A bunch of damn dumb bugs!!

Fiers returned to his contemptuous attitude, unleashing a more powerful psychic lightning with his left hand.

Crack! Crack!

The battalion commander was struck by lightning again, and connected to a dozen comrades beside him in series.

The comrades were directly blasted by the lightning, fell to the ground and could not move, but the battalion commander was able to face the spiritual attack and kept approaching Fers.

And this tyrannical psionic attack, at best, only slowed down the battalion commander's pace.

! !

The occurrence of such an incredible situation caused Phils's corrupted brain to shut down, and he kept saying Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!.

It is obviously a person chosen by God, and the spiritual power contained in its body is enough to change the direction of a war.

But why can't I kill the bugs that are gradually approaching it!

But the battalion commander didn't care if Phils was the God's Chosen. The moment he approached, he swung the chainsaw sword with all his strength, which was bound to cut Phils open.

Without thinking too much about it, Phils also brandished a scimitar to block.

Zheng! There was a sound of metal collision.

Heck! Heck! The titanium alloy chain kept cutting the blade emitting a strange green light.

The two sides were deadlocked.

But no matter how you look at it, it feels like the small battalion commander has successfully suppressed the three-meter-high, bulky and bloated Phils in terms of strength.

Fighting at close range finally made Fiers see the difference in the battalion commander.

Looking carefully, it found a faint golden light emitting from the battalion commander's body, like...

It seems that he has also been protected by some kind of god.

Thinking of this possibility, Phils' 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 act of turning to My Lord was right or wrong like a rebel.

Mr. Bless!

Fears was astonished, the battalion commander pushed away the scimitar with a roar, then turned around, swung the already curled chainsword, and slashed at Fells' abdomen.

Shhh-!

Even with the curling blade, the chainsaw sword still easily tore through the black robe and the rotting skin under the black robe.

This blow left a gap in Phils' abdomen.

Dark green blood, mixed with rotten intestines and deformed organs, flowed out along the gap and fell to the ground.

There were also a large number of fly-like flying insects gushing out of Phils' body through the opening.

Buzz~buzz~

They pounced on the battalion commander, making annoying noises like mosquitoes, ready to bite the skin that had lost the protection of the helmet.

But as soon as they approached, they were burned by the faint light emitted by the battalion commander, and turned into ashes one after another.

The traitor shall die!

The battalion commander, who managed to deal a blow, was not satisfied. He took this opportunity to swing his sword vigorously, and in the end he really disemboweled Fiers, even his fat and bloated body was deflated a lot.

no no.

Because of the real existence of other gods, Phils, who was still in a state of shock, retreated repeatedly, completely unable to make an effective counterattack.

Look at the current situation of the rebels.

Seeing Fiers being brutalized by the battalion commander and losing his invincible psychic assistance, he also saw the remaining Kriegers being red-eyed.

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 less corrupt rebels completely collapsed.

Only the skin and the armor stick together, and there is a second mouth on the abdomen. The rebels who have been completely reduced to the playthings of My Lord are still persisting.

But surrender and begging for mercy and this kind of persistence are futile. What Kriegers hate most is traitors, and they ruthlessly kill all rebels.

Only the guy who chose to escape at the beginning, temporarily survived.

After all, there are not many people in Krieger, and there is no time to deal with them now. The first priority is to kill Fiers and the black-robed believers who are praying.

Believers are much easier to deal with than rebels, so the Kriegers put away their chainswords and adopted the simplest and most effective attack.

That is to use Hellfire rifles, Gauss machine guns, small missiles and grenade launchers to wash the ground of the entire square.

Although the beam of light generated by the summoning diagram could not be completely dissipated, the light was much dimmer.

After the comrades in arms finished the washing ground attack, the battalion commander also knocked down the wounded Fels.

But the moment the battalion commander was about to complete the neck-cutting action.

!

Firth's dirty, chaotic eyes burst into a green glare, rolled over, and managed to avoid the chainsword attacking its neck.

Tsk, I can only live with this body.

Firth, who dodged the blow, seemed to have a different person in his voice.

It stood up again and persuaded the battalion commander: Child, you are ten thousand times stronger than a human with this body, rely on me, and you will gain even greater strength!

Om—~呵啦—!

But the chainsaw sword crossed the neck of Fils without any hesitation, causing his swollen head to fall to the ground, unable to say anything to the battalion commander.

Immediately afterwards, the rotten body and head turned into a pool of stinky green water, leaving only the scimitar still emitting a strange green light.

It was just the light beam of the summoning ceremony, and it didn't disappear because of the death of Fiers.

Seeing this, the battalion commander, who was originally expressionless, couldn't help but frown tightly, showing a dignified expression.

But not long after, the beam of light dissipated spontaneously, which made the battalion commander's expression switch to confusion.

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A few seconds before the beam of light disappeared.

Inside the bridge of the Phoenix-class aircraft carrier, the flagship of the UNSC 3rd Fleet.

Wearing a custom-made uniform, Sui Bian stood at the end of the bridge with his hands behind his back, overlooking the fault space outside the porthole.

[Detected Captain Krieger under the command of the host, and successfully killed Philstoroni who was possessed by the mid-level demon in a different space, Samael.

At the same time, the system detected Samael, whose existence was exposed due to possession, and whose psychic level was lower than that of the host.

But Samael's state is not weak, so whether the host consumes 15,000 points to plunder him spiritually. 】