Chapter 926: Death Falls from the Sky
Originally in Stryker's plan, their attack would be carried out in secret. By the time the enemy found out, they had already returned to their stronghold.
But he overlooked one thing. Not everyone has the same determination to resist to the end as he does.
Not long after the team set off, a traitor leaked this information to the heretics. Although he didn't know Stryker's specific plan, he knew that now was the time when the stronghold's defense was at its weakest.
So an attack ensued, followed by massacre.
By the time Stryker hurried back to the stronghold, it was already too late.
The sky above Crest Fortress is burning, and the flames are also burning across the entire earth. The bombing of enemy planes has blasted the ancient lookout into flaming holes, melted the towering city walls, and destroyed the towers. and smooth streets.
In the burning corridor, black figures were passing by.
Those figures roared and gasped, taking away lives one by one with their foul-smelling claws.
“Brunei!”
With a roar, Stryker kicked open a door, raised his bolt pistol and fired.
In the thick smoke, he looked so tall, like an Astartes, and on his rock-hard face, a pair of bright eyes
scanned the surrounding darkness , allowing him to shoot bullets at enemies lurking nearby.
In the nearby smoke, those red-eyed monsters trembled and exploded, blood splattering on the stone wall.
Suddenly, several laser beams cut the air near him, so Stryker immediately fired back, then spread his legs and ran faster, weaving between the fallen corpses.
On the tarmac in front, there was a group of people fighting. In front of the boarding gate, two militiamen with bloody heads were fighting with their commander, Brunei.
"Get us over here, you bastard."
"Shameful deserter!"
Strike could hear one of them shouting.
“You let us wait here to die, let us pass quickly.”
Stryker saw one of them pull out a pistol and tried to stop him but it was too late.
The gun fired before Stryker could reach the man.
Full of rage, Colonel Catachan smashed the shooter's jaw with the handle of his pistol, sending the man flying up the stairs. Then he lifted up the other man and knocked him to the ground. Throw it onto the still burning stairway below.
But Brunei has fallen into a pool of blood.
"I...I have notified the floating barge according to your order, and they are ready to retreat. Leave me alone, you leave quickly, or..."
"Shut up!"
Stryker cursed and tried to help Brunei up, but his hands were covered with blood after just a moment.
"Let's go together."
"I can't wait that long, I'm going to die...You should retreat quickly, sir."
Brunei Pain When he spoke, his voice was sharp and hoarse.
Retreat, retreat, retreat again!
Strike hated himself for why a Catachan had to endure so much humiliation.
“Don’t fucking say retreat! Attica couldn’t hold me and I ran away! Olympia didn’t hold me and I ran away! Red Sand Mountains didn’t hold me and I still ran away! I’m Stryker, I won’t run away today. "
On the tarmac, Stryker heard the sharp roar of the floating barge's jet engines, which meant that the last one was about to take off.
"Quick——"
Brunei grabbed Stryker's clothes.
For a moment, Stryker thought that Brunei wanted him to take him with him.
But the other party's body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and Stryker was frightened and stepped back. Stride.
At the top of the stairs, the twisted vanguard of Chaos has surrounded them.
It turned out that Brunei vaguely saw their figures along Stryker's shoulders, so he reluctantly let his body protect him and blocked the bullet for his commander.
Stryker slowly stood up, eyes burning with fire.
He first used one bullet to blow up the nearby soldiers with horned skulls, and the second and third bullets also blew up the bodies of the other two enemies. The fourth, fifth, and sixth bullets knocked several enemies into the air, causing them to fall directly onto their comrades who were still climbing the stairs.
On the seventh round, the sound of empty bullets came out,
So he threw the bolt pistol aside and slowly retreated to the door of the boarding tunnel.
Following the smoke, he could smell the rotten smell of chaos and hear the buzzing of huge flies.
Maybe the enemy will rush in front of him in the next second.
Suddenly, an automatic cannon roared and opened fire at the brutal enemy troops. This devastating firepower was fired from a nearby corner.
Strike turned around and saw the strong man with a fish-shaped tattoo on his face.
It’s a hedgehog.
Hedgehog was in a sentry gun position near the boarding area, providing covering fire for Stryker.
"Hurry up and get on the barge, the last one is still waiting for you."
Strike flew through the strong wind generated by the barge engine.
At the moment when the cabin door was about to close, Stryker jumped into the cabin.
The enemy's bullets are constantly hitting the fuselage,
Stryker's face fell heavily to the cabin floor, leaving a gurgling blood on his face.
He stared at a group of militiamen rushing outside the cabin, hoping to catch up with the last flight.
"Open the door!"
Strike shouted angrily:
"Are you fucking deaf! Open it quickly."
But none of the crew members seemed to hear him, so Stryker stood up with difficulty and pulled the cabin lever.
The door opened suddenly, and the hedgehog jumped up.
After that, everyone quickly closed the hatch.
“Now.”
He shouted to the crew members in the cockpit.
"Take off quickly!"
The next second, the jet engine made a deafening scream, but the air laser fire broke the boarding pipe, causing the barge to accidentally break a column, and the body began to collapse. Stop shaking.
Below the shuttle, the fortress was burning in a sea of fire.
In order to escape, the pilot seemed to have thrown everything behind - the rules and regulations, the limits of the aircraft and even his mother's name, and frantically adjusted the jet engine power to the limit.
After the shuttle's tail nozzle spewed out a ball of black smoke, it suddenly sprayed out a ball of flame.
"Engine failure!!"
This is the most desperate sound.
The floating barge began to descend, and the fortress below it was like a dying person, being eaten away by the flames bit by bit.
Stryker stood up with difficulty and reluctantly walked to the porthole. The scene in front of him was simply his dream - flames blooming like flowers. This pale and dim green flame seemed to be given life. , Devouring the whole world, the whole world...
He gripped his Catachan scimitar tightly. If the Emperor decided to summon him here, then he would definitely take away enough before heading to the throne. The traitor's head.
With a bang, the barge fell heavily back to the ground.
"Come on!! Traitors!!!!"
The moment the hatch opened, Stryker jumped down with a roar, holding the scimitar in his hand high.
Suddenly, a strong stream of air passed over him.
Stryker raised his head and saw several silver-gray metal war eagles.
Their hatches were all opened, and under Stryker's shocked gaze, blue-gray figures carrying jetpacks jumped up from the hatches, and made a sound that he had never heard in his life, which was enough to freeze his soul. scream.
(End of this chapter)