Chapter 234: with translation of chapter title

Shengjilesi

She sensed the faint airflow undulation coming from above, then heard the boy's excited cheer, and the mother, intent on escaping with the boy, involuntarily looked up.

Spiritual Energy

Father God

Judgment Angel

But upon looking up, she saw the legendary "angel" actually "descending" above them.

Only seeing Shengjilesi piloting the DivineBody, slowly flapping its pure white wings as it hovered over the city, its left hand gripping a bow engraved with exquisite patterns, its right hand drawing the bowstring into a full moon shape.

Thunder

Giants

Special Powered Armor

Thor's Hammer III

Thor's Hammer

Spear of Fear

Explosive Arrow Gun

Special Explosive Arrow Gun

Powered Spear

Energy Stance

Fusion Reactor

At this moment, Shengjilesi, controlling the DivineBody, repeated the previous maneuver, shooting down the beast rampaging in the west of the city; and, because its kin had been instantly killed, the similarly shocked giant beast was also struck down by a single arrow.

Umbrella

Second Legion

Facing the warm glow of Spiritual Energy, gazing up at the DivineBody flying toward the city center, one person involuntarily dropped to their knees, made a praying gesture, and uttered the aforementioned words with extreme devotion.

Legion

Warrior Guard

OriginalBody

Apart from a god, they could think of no one else who could, in an instant, slay the giant beast that had long been ravaging the land.

Astate

Terminator

Hephestus

Flood Control Dam

After all, the unexpected series of events caused them to lose the best chance to flee the city, leaving them trapped in the encirclement of the Beast Entity.

Angel

All the soldiers immediately reacted; those reloading their magazines scattered around the crowd, aiming their guns at the Beast Tide and continued to pull the triggers, sweeping fire.

Special Explosive Arrow Gun

The mother who had not knelt with others hurriedly pulled the boy into her embrace, and, eyes behind her mask, gazed at the receding DivineBody's back.

Just as she and many others again felt the thought of being abandoned by the gods, a formation of thirty Thunder transport aircraft arrived overhead the city.

One broke formation, rapidly descended, then landed in the same way as an emergency landing, directly at the intersection where the mother and child stood.

Opened the nose hatch.

Boom! Boom!

A group of "giants", owing to their special powered armor and averaging over three meters tall, stepped out of the cabin with clearly heavy steps.

The "giants" ignored the crowd and soldiers whose thoughts had stalled again, splitting into four groups of five each and moving to the four sides of the intersection.

Next, the "giants" moved past the soldiers, stood in a line, and in unison raised their left hands aiming at the Beast Entity that still hadn't grasped the situation, or rather, whose intellect was insufficient to comprehend it…

The gunfire rang out "Ka! Ka! Ka!"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

At this moment, the especially "pleasing" sound of flesh bursting, coupled with the unique report of the boltgun, continually shocked everyone's hearts.

The dark green painted powered armor worn by these twenty "giants" reveals traces of Thor's Hammer III in some details, but overall it is heavier and coarser than Thor's Hammer III, its style resembling that of ancient Greek heavy infantry.

On the left forearm is mounted a dual-barrel. 75-caliber special boltgun, with a long silver ammunition belt linked to the ammo box hanging at the rear waist.

The right hand grips a spear resembling the Spear of Fear.

But the energy field shrouding the sharp spearhead, flickering with a pale red glow, shows that this is a spear requiring power via a gauntlet slot, directly from the powered armor's fusion reactor, and is expensive to produce.

The right shoulder also bears a large-caliber shoulder cannon.

The left shoulder plate bears a white "Λ" legion insignia, representing the identity of these twenty "giants": they are the elite warrior guard of Umbrella's Second Legion, the Sparta (Spartan) Legion.

Each legion possesses an Honor Guard personally selected by the OriginalBody.

This group, the elite among the Astate, is equipped with exclusive Terminator powered armor matching each legion's style, and is issued expensive weapons.

Their Terminator powered armor is a derivative of Thor's Hammer, its outer armor forged by the smith god Hephestus; although it cannot be "scaled up" like the OriginalBody's exclusive outer armor, the Terminator is likewise a one-of-a-kind existence, extremely difficult to mass-produce.

Now.

The twenty Sparta warriors guarding that mother and child, together with the soldiers and crowd, are the elite picked from over five hundred Sparta.

Behind the warriors is a panicked crowd unable to comprehend the situation.

Before them lies the Beast Entity, its body shattered and exploding from the boltgun blasts, with dark blue plasma spraying everywhere.

Like warriors of a flood-control dam, they have created an absolute "vacuum" zone before them, forcibly blocking the Beast Tide's advance.

No matter how many Beast Entities there are, they cannot advance even a bit.

As the two corps, totaling over a thousand Astate, deployed to various corners of the city, the number of Beast Entities the warriors faced rapidly dwindled.

Soon the intersection where they stood was cleared of danger, and the warriors ceased firing, lowering their left hands.

After the ceasefire, people could even hear the faint "zz~zz~" sound emitted by the barrel of the double‑barreled bolt‑gun.

"Bang… bang…" and the dense gunfire echoing throughout the city.

West side of the intersection.

"Sergeant, what's… what's going on…? Could they really be an army sent by the gods to the mortal world?"

It seemed the devout prayer‑maker's influence lingered; a soldier, looking at the five warriors a short distance ahead, asked with surprise.

"I don't know." The sergeant beside the soldier shrugged, swapped the last magazine into his rifle, and offered his view:

"I only know they're allies; if they weren't, we'd have already gone to see the true god, and we wouldn't be standing here talking."

"Sergeant, look, another big guy is coming out," another soldier whispered.

"Hmm?" Hearing that, the sergeant turned to look.

There, John, clad in OriginalBody‑powered armor and standing over 4.5 meters tall, bowed slightly and stepped out of the Thunder Transport Plane under the gaze of hundreds.

Outside the cabin, John straightened up, then looked down at the crowd gathered at the center of the intersection.

Like the Sparta Corps he leads, John's power armor bears an ancient Greek style, and with the fear‑lance clenched in his right hand, he looks just like the demigod heroes people know.

"Thank the Father God for sending his offspring to our side, saving our lives in the hour of peril…"

The devout prayer‑maker knelt before John, and more than half of the people, influenced by him, also knelt.

But the mother‑son pair were not among them.

"."

John remained silent, and the helmet concealed his face, preventing anyone from seeing his expression.

"Wow…" The boy held in his mother's arms, who knew nothing of "gods" or "religion", asked John bluntly:

"What is your relationship with that archangel?"

"Brother." John replied immediately, then surveyed the kneeling crowd, his voice low as he explained:

"Also, we are not gods, nor are we the so‑called Father God's offspring; we are the children of Sui Bian, please remember that."

After finishing, John ignored the crowd's reaction and walked straight toward the sergeant and others standing on the west side of the intersection.

The closer he got, the more the sergeant and soldiers tilted their heads upward, until John stood not far in front of them.

Yet they did not become as emotionally agitated as civilians; they remained rational, after all they were the ones who dared to fight the hundred‑meter beasts.

"Soldier, lead your subordinates and protect the civilians boarding our transport; the pilot will take you to a safe zone," John said.

"Thank you for the assistance," the sergeant glanced at the Thunder nearby, sincerely grateful, then asked curiously:

"By the way, we still don't know you are…?"

"Human." John replied briefly.

Having said that, John walked straight onto the western street.

Twenty warriors also followed their OriginalBody and left the intersection.

Under the helmet, John wore an indifferent expression as he watched the various data displayed on the screen.

Using the view provided by pulse‑scan, he and the twenty warriors reached the evacuation exit for the mother‑son group and entered the abandoned sewer in reverse.

"Sergeant, it looks like they intend to go to the underground fortress, but without us guiding them, can they find it?" a soldier said.

"Looks like? Do you think they need our help? Let's go; ensuring civilian safety is our mission," the sergeant reflected.

"Alright, sergeant…"

Next, the sergeant and his soldiers escorted the civilians into the Thunder's cabin.

The standard configuration can carry forty fully armed Astate, so the Thunder easily accommodated fewer than 104 ordinary humans, leaving spare space inside.

After the last two soldiers entered, the pilot guided the Thunder to lift off slowly.

Before the nose hatch sealed completely, the last sight everyone saw was the ruined city filled with muzzle flashes.

After the hatch closed, a dim red light lit up; noticing the Thunder's rapid course change gave people a long‑lost sense of safety.

"Everyone." The cabin intercom then relayed the pilot's reminder: "The cabin has been ventilated, so you may remove your breathing gear."

Hearing the reminder.

The bold soldiers took off their masks, found they could indeed breathe freely, and everyone followed suit.

The survivors finally relaxed, and conversation among them increased.

"Sui Bian…" The devout prayer‑maker murmured, "Could this be the true… Father God? Hmm… yes, the true Father God…"

As for John's earlier claim "not a god"…

To be honest, most people in the cabin were skeptical of that.

The boy sitting at the cabin's far end with his mother, still pure‑hearted, did not contemplate the adults' concerns.

"Mom~." He spread his arms, imitating the DivineBody's wing‑flap, and, as if fearing to disturb others, whispered a laugh to his mother:

"We're flying, we're flying, wonderful~ haha~."

"Indeed, son, we're flying." The mother smiled kindly, lightly patting the boy's crown with her left hand, and said: "This time it's truly safe."

Outside the cabin.

More and more Thunder Transport Planes carrying civilians left the city, flying low over the desert, preparing to cross half of the Sahara back to the front‑line base.

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…

North side of the city center of Rabat.

On the spacious main avenue, amid the broken ruins, two heavy‑armor tactical squads of the Holy Blood Angels gathered.

Ten Holy Angels trampled Beast Entities ten to a hundred times their size, advancing southward.

The squad on the left side of the street consisted of three Holy Angels wielding standard explosive-bolt rifles, scattered at the outermost edge of the formation, tasked with eliminating any stragglers among the two 'firepower output' units.

At the center of the squad were two members equipped with heavy weapons.

One of them wielded a 1.0-caliber heavy explosive-bolt rifle in both hands, with a huge ammunition box on his back.

The other carried a plasma cannon with a barrel glowing blue; its power backpack mounted on his back, much larger than those of the other members, supplied energy to the cannon.

Chi! Chi!

Ree—whoosh!

The sounds of the explosive-bolt rifles and plasma cannons intertwined, mercilessly slaughtering any non‑human thing.

Meanwhile, on the city surface, nearly two hundred light and heavy armored tactical squads were carrying out Sui Bian's order to 'exterminate all alien trash'.

A hundred meters underground.

John, equipped with a pulse scanner, and his twenty warriors moved through the criss‑crossing labyrinth tunnels, gradually approaching the underground fortress whose situation was unknown.

Inside the helmet.

"John, how's the situation?" came Robert's voice over the comms.

"Everything's going well; the surface battle should end in ten minutes." John, looking ahead, turned a corner, saw the faint point of light at the tunnel's front, and continued:

"Just as you guessed, the remaining humans of this world are hiding underground to live."

"Alright, I'll inform the reconnaissance teams heading to Europe and the Middle East, and also to deal with the rampant aliens as soon as possible." Robert said.

"Don't worry."

(End of chapter)