Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

The bridge of the Retribution.

Sitting at the captain's seat, Miranda witnessed through the holographic screen on the right hand side that Thunder III successfully penetrated the outer wall of the enemy's flagship with the rays of the melta cannon and entered it unimpeded.

Confirm that the jump is successful.

She immediately said: Turn around and inform all the pilots of the squadron to stay away from the enemy's flagship with this ship and focus on dealing with the remaining two cockroaches.

yes!

outside the ship.

The Punishment changed direction under the crew's control, passing the flagship without slowing down.

The three carrier-based aircraft squadrons that completed the escort mission moved forward with the Retribution, relying on the firepower network provided by the near-anti-aircraft guns to fight with the enemy planes that were chasing after them.

A Viking fighter jet.

In the cockpit, there is a faint roar of the engine, and the sound of the pilot's steady breathing.

Outside the window is the silent and cold universe, as well as the dazzling silent fierce battle with different colored artillery groups and ballistics.

The pilot wearing a fully airtight pressure suit, wearing a holographic helmet that covers the face, and holding the joystick in his right hand, let him and Viking quickly shuttle through the enemy aircraft group.

Di-! Di-!

The sudden sound of an urgent alarm reminded him that he had been locked by the enemy plane, and the dense small artillery group flashed from behind on both sides of the wing.

See here.

The pilot swung his right hand violently, then pulled back.

The fuselage then rolled to the right and then decelerated, which caused several enemy planes whose performance was inferior to that of the Viking to rush straight into the pilot's field of vision.

Also entered the range of the Viking's machine gun.

The moment the helmet assisted to complete the lock, the pilot pulled the red trigger without any hesitation, causing the Gauss cannon to spit out a blue fire snake.

boom-! boom-!

The 25mm spike bombs directly tore up those enemy planes.

Address the threat.

The pilot immediately pressed forward on the joystick, and his Viking skimmed under the Retribution, avoiding the consequences of a collision with his own mothership.

Waiting to adjust the angle of the fuselage again, just so that he can intuitively see the entire space domain that is in battle.

I saw that the Retribution had rushed out of the encirclement of the three enemy ships, and was still changing its course, preparing to attack the nearest cockroach.

After all, assisting Thutmose to complete the gang jump does not mean that the battle is over, but has just begun...

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The interior of an enemy flagship.

A bulkhead is light purple, like a large warehouse cabin, where many ground armored units with turret structures resembling fat beetles are parked.

Here, there are also a large number of aliens of different races.

The largest number are the little fat race who are not more than one meter tall, walk swayingly, all have huge oxygen tanks on their backs, and wear breathing masks.

These little fat guys gathered together in groups of three or four, sometimes yelling Ah~!, Wow~!, feeling surprised.

When other races pass by them and smell their body odor or the oxygen leaking from their masks, they can't help but stay away as soon as possible.

It seems that only these little fat people breathe special gas, so they need to be equipped with exclusive breathing tools.

And the taste can be extremely strong.

Judging from the characteristics of being short and fat, timid, funny, slow and smelly, it is more appropriate to call the little fat people Gulu people.

The second is that the body is thinner, and the degree of rickets is worse than that of the golden armor commander. The average height is about 1.8 meters, and the overall race is like a jackal.

These jackals also viciously push and bang grunts and let out an unpleasant, high-pitched quack! laugh.

But the Guru didn't dare to resist, so they could only bear it silently and patiently.

Apart from these two races, the largest number is a group of beasts.

They are tall, burly, and extremely strong, with an average height of more than 2.6 meters, with lush hair covering gray skin, similar to apes on earth.

In terms of human aesthetics, it is most appropriate to call them ghost-faced beasts for their extremely ugly facial features.

Brutes wear thick, rough armor, and the weapons they hold are simple and crude, such as giant hammers, giant axes, and large-caliber live ammunition weapons that are wider than human wrists.

Finally, there are few elites who wear gorgeous armor and are equipped with the best weapons, and are of the same race as the fleet commander.

Aw! Aww!

At this moment, a blue-armored elite yelled at the two ghost-faced beasts furiously, as if reprimanding or warning them.

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However, the ghost-faced beast, which seems to be stronger than the elite, is the same as the bullied Guru, daring to be angry and silently accepting reprimands.

After the elites finished cursing, they turned around and walked away.

Bah! A ghost-faced beast spat in the direction it was away from.

Roar!

The other one even caught the jackal who was pointing at them and making fun of them secretly.

! !

The Gnoll man clutched by the neck of the ghost-faced beast struggled frantically, begging for mercy in a language they could only understand.

But with a click, the ghost-faced beast still twisted the neck of the wolf man, and then threw the limp corpse casually like throwing garbage.

thump!

Ah~!

Yeah!

The dead body just hit the center of several Grunts, and the group of little fat people screamed in fright, and fled around with their hands raised high.

It seems.

The alien force that declared war on the Retribution and the Harvest Star is an alliance that gathers different races.

And there is a clear grade division inside.

The most numerous but weak Grunts should be in the lowest tier, and the rare elites belong to the command class.

The most important point is the way the various races get along with each other, especially the attitude of the ghost-faced beasts who are not angry with the elites. It is not difficult to guess that there are serious hidden dangers in this alliance.

If the management does not control it, there is a high probability that civil war will break out, causing the alliance to fall apart.

When there is crowding out in the warehouse, and when there is a secret confrontation...

Wh----!

Diverging orange-red light, the extremely high-temperature hot melt ray burned through the bulkhead above the warehouse, directly vaporizing the nearby jackals, grunts, and ghost-faced beasts.

The moment the melting ray disappeared.

Boom~!

It was the Thunder III with a hard fuselage, rampaging and adopting an alternative forced landing method, crushing three enemy beetle-shaped armored units.

Huh~——!

As Thunder III entered the warehouse, it also caused a difference in internal and external air pressure. The Blazing Wind wanted to suck the gas in the warehouse out of the ship.

! ! !

It also includes the various ethnic groups in the Alliance who have not figured out the status quo.

A large number of people like Grunts and Jackals were sucked into the icy universe by the strong suction before they had time to react.

The ghost-faced beast and the elite are holding on to the gaps in the bulkheads and decks.

Fortunately, the flagship isolated the outermost damaged area and lowered several gates, which stabilized the air pressure in the warehouse.

Those Grunts and Jackals who were still in mid-air fell to the deck one after another, temporarily recovering their lives.

All the tribes of the Alliance were completely confused by the sudden change just now, which also made them realize that the Thunder III parked in the middle of the warehouse was the culprit for everything just now.

So they stood up again, holding messy weapons, and gradually surrounded Thunder III.

Aw!

At this time, a red-armored elite gestured to several ghost-faced beasts, asking them to inspect Thunder III at close range.

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No matter how upset they were, the ghost beasts still nodded their heads.

But before they could step closer, the door of Thunder III's nose suddenly opened, and then...

Huh! Huh! Huh! The bolt guns blared loudly.

Puff! Puff!

The sound of standard explosive bolts cracking and shredding the fragile flesh resounded throughout the warehouse.

Dead! Die!

Go to hell, ugly alien!

For Father! For Magnus!

At the same time, resounding throughout the warehouse, there is also the unique metal battle cry of the Astartes.

The moment Thunder III opened the nose hatch, the Thutmose reservists who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of the cabin, and surrounded the soldiers of the Alliance in reverse.

Thirty Thutmose, divided into five teams, is a standard six-member tactical team.

Two of the squads, each with two heavy bolters of 1.0cal caliber.

Like Gulu people who are only one meter tall, they can't withstand 0.75cal and 1.0cal caliber bolt bombs at all. If they get hit or rubbed against a shot, their entire bodies will be blown into pieces.

So is the Gnoll.

But these disgusting guys, the metal device worn on the left wrist can deploy blue and green translucent energy shields to help them resist the bombardment of standard bolts.

But only once.

A bolter bomb shattered the shield, and the strong force broke the Gnoll's left arm and sent it flying.

Before landing, the Gnoll, who was still in mid-air, was hit by another standard explosive bolt.

The result is also the explosion of the body.

Light purple blood and pieces of flesh flew horizontally, splashing on the nearby bodies of the same kind.

! ! !

Gnolls were the first race to collapse in the face of a brutal attack they had never seen before.

Even though the energy shields were intact, they screamed and ran out of the warehouse, not knowing that exposing their backs to the Astartes was the most stupid move they had ever made.

In less than one breath, Gabriel and his brothers were the first to slaughter all the gnolls.

On the other hand, the Guru people with the lowest class and the weakest have maintained basic morale.

They clustered around the Brutes and the Elites, especially the Elites, holding small U pistols and firing tiny green cannonballs at the Thutmose.

It seems that as long as there is a backbone, the Gulu people will still muster the courage to continue fighting.

Brutes and Elites...

Roar!

The Brute Beasts, whose basic height was higher than that of ordinary Astartes, roared like wild beasts, and some even wanted to wield giant hammers and giant axes to engage in close combat with Thutmose.

But after all, it is flesh and blood.

No matter how strong and strong the physique is, it can be solved by two more bolt guns.

Fragments of their limbs were scattered all over the deck, with dark red blood flowing, and the thick armor did not play any role at all.

On the contrary, they were equipped with sophisticated weapons capable of continuously firing blue-ray cannonballs, and gorgeous armor that could generate energy shields. Their action and reaction speeds were far faster than those of the elites of the Alliance races, and they successfully survived a round of shooting by Thutmose.

At least two bolt bombs are needed to break the shield of the blue-armored elite.

And the only red-armored elite had to withstand the bombardment of six explosive arrows before he became a piece of meat dripping with dark purple blood.

Fifteen seconds passed.

The gunfire ceased.

Except for the 30 Thutmose reserves, there was only a bloody mess left in the warehouse, and hundreds of Alliance soldiers were slaughtered.

Boom, boom.

A Thutmose stepped out of the formation, came to a ghost-faced beast that had only its upper body left, and was struggling to crawl, raised its left foot and stepped on it.

Pfft! With a sound, the ghost-faced beast's body was trampled, blood splashed everywhere, and it said coldly:

Chop Suey.

The evaluation of chop suey deservedly belongs to these hundreds of Alliance soldiers.

Their only achievement before death was to leave a few traces of high-temperature burns on Thutmose's pottery steel armor and consume a little bolt powder.

Don't take it lightly. Gabriel reminded the brothers at this time: We don't know each other well. This is just the tip of the iceberg of the enemy's flagship, so we all remain vigilant.

Finished reminding.

Gabriel continued to order: Now divide into two groups. While eliminating the aliens as much as possible, find their commanders, behead them or capture them, so as to reverse the situation that the Retribution is at a disadvantage.

heard the words.

A group of brothers nodded in response, divided into two groups, and left the warehouse quickly using the automatic door that was also opened by induction, leaving behind the old-fashioned Thunder III.

The pilots who belonged to Umbrella's official establishment chose to close the cabin door at the nose, contacted the Retribution, and remained on standby after reporting the current status.

Even though Gabriel didn't leave a tactical team behind to guard him, the pilot wasn't afraid, and was even prepared to manually overload the Thunder III's small nuclear fusion engine when necessary.

After all, there are only two outcomes for a successful dance.

Either get rid of all the enemies and complete the beheading.

Either the operation fails, and all the Astartes who jump to the gang are killed.

If it is the last result, then the pilots flying the Thunder series will directly perish with the enemy ship.

No matter what the result is, it will cause heavy damage to the enemy, and it will not be a loss.

Moreover, looking at the current situation alone, it seems that there is no need for this pilot to contribute his precious life to mankind.

at this time.

In a wide corridor that seems to connect various areas...

Wow! Wow!

ah!!

Aww!

A very wonderful symphony is being staged.

The unique gunshots are intertwined with the fear, anger and unwilling cries of all ethnic groups.

I saw Gabriel leading fourteen brothers, walking in the courtyard in the corridor inside the enemy ship.

Even if the enemy is relying on the bunker, as long as he probes, he will be headshot accurately by the bolt bullet.

Among the soldiers of various tribes in the Alliance, only the relatively large number of ghost-faced beasts and the few elites with good equipment can pose a slight threat to Gabriel and others.

In a short while, the corridor was cleared.

In other words, the Alliance soldiers visible to the naked eye were eliminated.

Before Gabriel and the others could move on, the automatic door at the end suddenly opened, allowing a group of invisible guys to rush into the corridor.