Chapter 1580 Is my destiny coming to an end
The dense rain of bullets covered almost all the front of the passage, but its kinetic energy was resolved by an invisible force. The huge steel body wrapped in power and energy moved forward like a rampaging rhinoceros, crushing all enemies who shot at it.
The deformed robot started to burn with sparks, and the limbs inside the deformed mecha were even more horrific.
The troll psykers, shielded by the robots, had no retreat. He opened his mouth wide and was about to spit out some more aggressive elemental spirit when the steel giant opposite him took the lead and let out a roar like a drum.
"I'll fight!" He hit the troll's bloody mouth with a heavy left hook, knocking out a whole row of sharp teeth at once.
"Wow! What a Lingyan Explosive Punch!" Killian was delighted to see it, and the telekinetically controlled sword danced wildly, killing seven or eight loaded enemies on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the steel street flew up and down with heavy punches, the punches were as fast as bullets, constantly bombarding the troll's face and chest, blasting the opponent so hard that he was unable to fight back. force.
"What a set of extremely fast bullet punches! When will I reach such a state!" Killian was in awe, and controlled the sword to prepare for a sneak attack on the troll.
His sneak attack was indeed successful. The troll's Achilles tendon was torn open, his body suddenly paused, and his middle door opened wide in an instant.
"Ho ho!" Of course the steel giant would not let go of this opportunity, and even used his thick elbow to hit the opponent's throat.
"Wow! What a Duan Sheng Dao!" Killian was inexplicably moved and felt that what he should learn more was actually the ability to seize opportunities.
Then, the troll psyker's body, which was covered in thick armor from top to bottom and weighed almost two tons by visual inspection, flew backwards, like a sandbag that had been completely smashed away.
Then, the steel giant began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a young man wrapped in silver-gray business attire, standing at attention, elegant temperament, with the appearance of an elite civil servant, who else could he be if not Yang Mingzhao? Woolen cloth?
Then, this delicate and elegant scholar leaned on the wall and breathed heavily, like a dead social animal who was neglectful of exercise but was forced to run a full marathon.
It took him nearly half a minute to finally adjust his whistling to a calmer tone, and then forced out a stiff but awkward smile to his junior brother: "I, my lord... ah no, senior brother, I have always felt that I He is a civilian, but he is really not good at fighting.”
Killian had nothing to say and could only smile. You were the most excited when you were fighting just now. If you are not good at fighting, then am I not even a rookie?
He cursed while using his mind power to control the blade to penetrate from the back of the enemy's neck.
The dying Myshandar Troll opened its mouth wide, as if it wanted to scream, but because its vocal cords had been cut off long ago, no sound came out. His huge body was like a puppet whose strings had been pulled out, and it was still twitching when he fell to the ground.
Even when the zero element separated from the body, the twitching did not stop completely. However, this finally means that this tragic war has come to an end.
At first, the two masters of the Spiritual Research Society led their own marines to fight in the rear, but there were more and more enemies. Not only were there unknown armed men with sophisticated weapons, but there were also battle robots with excellent performance, and even two more psykers came.
Fortunately, these two psykers are probably only first-level rookies. Being able to pull a car with telekinesis is the limit.
Unfortunately, most ordinary people can't tell the difference between high and low levels of psychic power. Our marines only know that there are three enemy psykers, and our own only two masters of the Spiritual Research Society. 3 versus 2, the advantage is not mine.
As a result, some Marines actually fled on the spot.
...Anyway, now that Mr. President has run away, he is worthy of the salary paid by the community government.
Of course, there were some soldiers who stayed to continue fighting, including all internal security soldiers from the Internal Affairs Bureau. This should be attributed to Chairman of the Internal Affairs Committee Mr. Shona's disciplinary rectification after he took office. From this perspective, Chairman Shona deserves a medal when he is still on Earth. However, why can’t Mr. President, who knows people well and uses them well, not be considered a credit?
But no matter what, our numbers are indeed at an absolute disadvantage. Several times, Killian even felt that his life was about to be handed down here, but with three parts of luck, three parts of hard work, three parts of the master's secrets, and one part of the secret knowledge, Bless me, I finally managed to persevere until the end.
When the eldest brother finally completed the prerequisites for opening up, transformed into an iron giant and began to trample blood, except for the two psykers, no one on his side was still standing.
Killian Shazabi looked at the passage littered with corpses and felt a little sad for a moment. After this battle, he actually gained a lot, but if possible, he did not want to use such a tragic way to grow.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the huge corpse of the troll that was still twitching and flashing with spiritual light, and he couldn't help but admire: "They are indeed the Myshandar man-eating trolls! Legend has it that their stomachs can even digest nuclear waste." , even without spiritual nourishment, the vitality is still as tenacious as a cosmic protozoa.”
"It's not an exaggeration to say that nuclear waste can be digested. This has exceeded the scope of carbon-based organisms. However, they should be able to digest stones and scrap steel." Yang Mingzhao said.
"...I think stone and scrap steel are beyond the scope of carbon-based organisms."
Yang Mingzhao laughed, supported the wall with one hand, and supported his waist with the other to help him stand upright. He didn't forget to take out a bottle of oral liquid with a suspicious color and poured it into it.
Then, a trace of blood flowed on Yang Mingzhao's face, as if his body had been hollowed out. His whole posture became full of life again.
Well, compared to Yang Mingzhao who was just in front of him when his body was empty and could only take drugs, Killian Sazabi, who controlled the flying blades to fly in the sky and strike deadly blows, was more like a master.
Yang Mingzhao, who had regained his energy, asked: "By the way, did you just want to say that I was very excited when I was fighting and didn't look bad at all?"
"This..." Killian began to laugh dryly.
"Do you still want to say that my cautious approach makes me look too much like a greasy bureaucrat who follows the rules. I am not a warrior at all, let alone a psychic, right?"
The senior brother really knows how to read minds. This time, Killian couldn't even laugh, and was only moved in his heart: "Big brother, thank you for your hard work!"
He still felt that the senior brother actually wronged him in order to play the promising role of a bureaucrat well.
Yang Mingzhao understood what the other party meant. He really wanted to say that he was not acting, but that he was enjoying his current career plan. However, it was really hard to tell, so he just said: "Junior brother, you still don't practice enough! The universe is balanced Yes, it is difficult for a race like the Myshandar Trolls with amazing physiques and tenacious vitality to awaken spiritual energy. Even if they do, most of them are related to physical strength and strength. But you also saw this guy's battle just now. Are you here?”
Killian nodded: "His body has been transformed into elements, and he is still using his word spirit to condense storms. It is most likely that he is 'controlling' him. Well, the control of trolls is a bit beyond my common sense."
"As a psyker, how can you be affected by stereotypes?"
"In any case, a troll that can use speech spirits and elemental cells is no longer an ordinary troll. It must hit hard, and it must be done as soon as possible." Yang Mingzhao said: "...But, to make such a troll The enemy is overwhelmed, and I must unleash all my strength in the shortest possible time. Only then can I have a chance of victory. I can send but cannot withdraw. Can this still prove my talent?”
Killian thought carefully about the too beautiful battle scene just now. From this point of view, it seems reasonable for the senior brother to say that his output was too strong all at once, although he still felt that something was wrong.
Yang Mingzhao added: "However, they are definitely not predators."
Killian was startled for a moment, then became interested: "Eldest Brother, do you mean that their identities have been found out?"
"Not at all. Junior brother, do you think I am some kind of walking database?" Yang Mingzhao spread his hands and said, "However, I videotaped the whole battle just now and the appearance of these robots. I don't know, but Master Maybe someone over there will know something.”
Killian would naturally not object. In his senior brother, he could see the shadow of his elder brother Tan Jize when he was a foreign student; he felt that this type of talent is the type who is mature and seeks for the country. What they do must be reasonable, and it must be more reasonable than him anyway. He used his mind to collect all the zero elements scattered around, and asked: "What about us now? Go to the bridge for reinforcements, or go to the President?"
Yang Mingzhao did not hesitate at all: "Go and save the president."
Of course Killian would not have any objections. However, he then heard the elder brother add: "The bridge is being besieged. If the enemy has two or more psykers of the same level as this troll, the place cannot be defended. We can't rush there now. It’s too late.”
Killian had a small face and didn't know what expression to use for a moment. He felt that there was no need for the other party to tell him such cruel things.
This means that there is no way to save the bridge, but President Nikita can still save it? Then, as a member of the secretarial team, it is our duty to find him and protect him.
Speaking of which, Mr. President Nishita is followed by Lieutenant Colonel Pom, who is also an experienced veteran and is equipped with a heraldic machine. He should be able to hold on until we get to the place.
……
In the dense rain of bullets, Lieutenant Colonel Bohm stretched out his broad wrist, grabbed Keith Nichta's shoulders, and dragged the president, who was still in a daze, half-carried behind a temporary isolation hatch.
"Your Excellency, let's go quickly!"
However, before he could manually close the hatch, half a dozen blaster beams pierced the guard captain's burly body. This loyal guard captain, a psyker with an astonishing physique, looked at the hole in his chest with disbelief.
Then, he also saw blood seeping out of the holes.
"...Your Excellency, Zumtrek is really not easy to use!" The guard captain's eyes were filled with sadness, and even a little bit of grief and indignation.
He really couldn't help but feel sad and angry.
Half an hour ago, he was a psyker with a heraldic machine. The heraldic machine he wore was the Paladin MK2 model that had just been put into production, which was an enhanced version of the Guardian model. To strengthen it, it uses the latest spirit circuit design - to put it bluntly, it is copied from the Empire's Scarlet Machine; it also uses the newly designed Zumtrik alchemy power furnace of Blue Label Company.
As we all know, the largest alchemical weapons manufacturer in the community is Herring-Oil Alchemy Heavy Industries, but this company is actually a legacy left over from the era of imperial rule. The company has always been controlled by the Co-Prosperity Party, so naturally it is not very popular with political friends. The party and government are waiting to see you.
...Oh, now it is not a government of political allies, it is a so-called coalition government.
In fact, President Nikita had been looking for a replacement in this regard long before the war, not to mention that the war with the empire had already begun.
So, when the well-established Blue Label Company came forward to bid, President Nishita was naturally very pleased.
Then, there is the latest heraldic machine alchemy power engine, named Zumtrik type, and the latest heraldic machine Paladin type 2.
Then, there was the tragedy of Lieutenant Colonel Bohm's heraldic machine crashing during the battle.
This is really a tragedy! Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was just protecting Mr. President as he retreated to the shelter, deploying two force field shields to block bullets, and using blaster cannons to blast away some enemies blocking the road. He had never even encountered a psyker. It was not considered a high-intensity battle, so why did it just shut down?
Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was also an experienced veteran. Instead of being trapped in the priceless alchemy mecha and waiting to die, he immediately discarded the mecha and escorted the president on foot to continue the evacuation.
His judgment is beyond reproach. As a guard captain, he did successfully deliver President Nishita to the entrance and exit of Area D. As long as you pass through this passage, you can see the entrance to the rescue cabin.
Everything would have been perfect were it not for this final volley.
...No, if there was a heraldry machine, how could I be beaten like this by the weapons of the soldiers?
I'm not even so exhausted that I can't even let go of Iron Skin.
Lieutenant Colonel Bohm blocked the door of the passage with his burly body, and his eyes when looking at President Nishita were naturally filled with sadness. He began to miss his first heraldic machine, the bulky Guardian. Although the performance of that thing is not half that of the Imperial Scarlet Machine, it is at least reliable!
That favorite machine in my memory has been sent to the front line of the New World, right? Those of us in the presidential guard who do not have to go to the battlefield have become the first batch of people to be equipped with this new heraldic machine. At that time, many media and even congressmen were criticizing us. Looking at it now, isn’t it prescient?
So, am I the one who was tricked by my foresight?
Of course, although Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was grief-stricken, but in the eyes of President Nishita, who was protecting him, the guard captain's eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, as if he was playing a hero's elegy. of.
The tough-guy president suddenly shed tears of heroism. He wanted to hold the guard captain's hand, and probably wanted to ask him what unfulfilled wishes he had.
The latter was even a little bit dumbfounded for a moment, and then let out a breath of relief. He pushed the President into the passage with force and whispered: "Let's go quickly, Your Excellency! Both Zumtrek and Blue Label deserve to die!"
He then turned around again and shifted his gaze to the attackers who were armed with live ammunition. He grinned widely and let out a heroic laugh: "Hahaha! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!"
His voice was hoarse and filled with intense pressure, but it did not make the attackers waver in the slightest. They continued to shoot, hoping to use fierce firepower to tear the body of the guard captain into pieces, and by the way, they could also tear the president behind him into pieces.
However, the dying lieutenant colonel's body had a steel-like aura flowing out of him, and it was like a statue embedded in the channel buckle.
Under his cover, the hatch was finally closed.
President Nishita, who had already entered the passage, suddenly discovered that he was the only one left.
Of course he also wanted to use the terminal to contact others, but the ship seemed to be densely covered with communication interference barriers that he couldn't understand, and there was no signal. Of course, the wireless function is still intact, such as stand-alone games, and the map inside the ship.
He hurriedly pulled up the map, determined the location, and then took out the pistol, which was given to him by a guard just now.
It took President Nishita more than three times as long as a military cadet who had been enrolled for a week before he hurriedly loaded the magazine and trembled towards the end of the passage.
He felt that his steps were soft, and every step felt like stepping on cotton. The passage ahead was brightly lit, spacious and clean, but empty. In the eyes of the president, it was as scary as a ghost. Indeed, no matter where he is, Mr. President is always surrounded by people. Indeed, he has not been so alone for a long time.
Then, he couldn't help but stand still. Because I did hear human voices.
"President Keith Nichita?"
This gloomy voice was not a question, nor was it even a confirmation, but rather a sense of ritual before an attack.
A burning sensation that he had never experienced before passed through the president's torso. His back hit the wall, and the strange burning sensation turned into pain that spread throughout his body.
"I was hit? I was hit just like that?" He made this judgment unusually calmly. Immediately afterwards, he cried again in an unusually calm manner.
"I was hit? I, Keith Nishita, the heroic leader of the community, my fate is going to end here? This, this is unscientific! Why is this happening?"