Chapter 320: Face Me! Bastard!

Boom… rumble…!!

Because the engines were still running, the cruise ship kept careening after crashing to the ground, devastating every building in its path.

Until the hull broke apart into several sections, tumbling and catching fire, fortunately the four fusion engines did not overload, and only then did the destruction cease.

But the forty thousand civilians aboard the ship were not all saved, and civilians in Sector 11 along with ground forces were also brutally caught up.

And the "culprit" behind all this…

The demon riding a flying horse, dressed like an ancient Greek god or demigod hero, was dueling with the reacting carrier aircraft formation.

At the same time, the Hai Fu Yote and the regulatory department battleship that had just entered the skies over Sector 07 were using close‑range gun arrays to aid the carrier aircraft in jointly dealing with that demon, preventing it from further threatening the other vessels.

On the ground, fierce fighting also erupted.

The demons that passed through the hundred‑meter "gate" from the pocket dimension into Sector 07 were humanoid, but they were taller and more massive than the creatures that had rampaged through the megastructure apartment and slain Sarah's father.

Most stood over three meters tall, and just by their giant shields, war spears, bows, and heavy armor one could tell they were Olympus's most "loyal" divine‑servant soldiers.

However, their skin was purplish and rotting, the armor fused inseparably to it, clearly indicating they had fallen into chaos alongside the gods they served.

The divine servants, unlike ordinary demons, were not chaotic and undisciplined; they formed numerous small formations to exchange fire with the humans.

Those bearing giant shields took the front of the formation, shielding the spearmen and archers behind them.

Tap tap!

Clack clack!

Laser and pulse‑gun lines fired in unison, pouring high‑energy beams and Shellless Pulse Ammo into the divine‑servant formation.

On the divine‑servant side, shield‑bearers helped absorb the attacks, so for the moment there were few casualties.

Moreover, they were not merely hiding behind the shield‑bearers; spearmen and archers used their towering physiques and the blessings of the dark god to hurl spears or draw bows.

Whoosh~! Whoosh~!

War spears and arrows wrapped in eerie violet Spiritual Energy emitted a slicing sound as they cut through the air, instantly meeting the human side, and then…

"Bang! Bang!" the shields failed and shattered.

"Puff! Pfft!" the sound of blades piercing powered armor and flesh mingled in the melee.

Those Spiritual Energy‑infused spears and arrows shattered many UNSC ground forces, auxiliary troops, and Krig energy shields.

Soldiers stripped of shield protection were felled and even killed by the oncoming spears and arrows.

Lawmen whose personal gear could not generate energy shields, and retired soldiers relying on "pure flesh," suffered heavy casualties.

"Buzz!" a burst of energy.

Gen Luo, still at the front, easily deflected incoming arrows with his powered axe, and at the moment of deflection the axe blade's energy field and the Spiritual Energy‑laden arrows generated a small energy burst.

At that moment, another war spear came at him.

But with another "Buzz~!" the spear was bounced off the energy shield generated by the Thor Hammer Mark VI, forced to change direction and finally embed diagonally into the ground.

Not only Gen Luo, but a pack of wolves equipped with Mark V and reserve "wolf cubs" wearing Ceramic Steel Armor Type II also had energy shields capable of withstanding multiple spears and arrows.

After all, Mark V, Mark VI and Ceramic Steel Armor Type II use micro‑fusion reactor backpacks, whereas UNSC, auxiliary forces and Krig rely on mass‑produced, regularly replaceable cold‑fusion "batteries."

Thus the shield power output differs greatly.

Noticing this, Gen Luo swung his left hand, holding the explosive arrow gun, toward the front and aimed the muzzle at a divine servant exposed outside the giant shield, shouting loudly:

"All wolves, quicken your steps and charge into the enemy formation! Disrupt their attacks!"

While roaring, Gen Luo's index finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!" two shots.

"Puff! Puff!"

Two explosive arrows pierced precisely through the helmet gaps, successfully entering that divine servant's head.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the two explosive arrows detonated, the divine servant's skull, along with its helmet, shattered outright.

At the same time…

"Fuck this mess!"

"Die for me!"

The wolves and wolf cubs let out their own battle cries, pulling triggers and spraying explosive arrows while following Gen Luo's accelerated stride, rapidly closing the gap.

Even all the Krig present voluntarily left their lines to join the charge.

In the blink of an eye.

Gen Luo suddenly leapt, sending his ton‑scale bulk soaring, vaulting over the frontmost shield‑bearing divine servant and landing straight onto the unavoidable "unlucky bastard"…

"Pfft!"

That unlucky divine servant was crushed outright by Gen Luo's "weight" and brute force.

The wolf pack leader who first charged the enemy formation was naturally not satisfied.

He swung his kinetic axe with his right hand, hacking and cleaving, reaping those around him who had height advantage but were inferior in speed, strength, and reaction to his divine servants.

"Bang! Bang! Crack!"

Hearing the empty magazine click in his left‑hand explosive arrow pistol, Gen Luo didn't bother to reload; instead he swung the gun barrel as a weapon toward a divine servant attempting to back‑stab him with a spear.

"Bang!" the divine servant was flung away by the single strike.

While Gen Luo tried to steady his footing and expand the gains, five wolf brothers, two squads of wolf cubs, and a thousand Krig engaged the divine‑servant formation in close combat.

With this group of Astate and the death‑unaware Krig charging forward, the "mortals" gained a brief respite, and redirected some heavy vehicles to help purge the divine‑servant demons behind the lines.

However…

This also forced the stationed forces into a two‑front war, having to guard against demon incursions from outside Sector 07 while fending off the ever‑flowing divine‑servant army.

Their numerical advantage was gradually fading; there was nothing they could do—the hundred‑meter "gate" opened too suddenly, and troops were scattered across the zones.

In strength, the divine servants were clearly weaker than Astate but far stronger than ordinary humans; their numbers kept rising while the human side sharply declined.

Looking up at the sky…

Boom! Boom!

A fireball continuously erupting in explosions.

The demon wielding a silver sword, using its pet pegasus's agility, destroyed seven carrier‑based aircraft—Gyrfalcons, Vikings, and the like—one after another.

Seeing how hard the mounted demon was to counter, the captains of the Hafeyot and Regulatory Department warships quickly ordered all carrier‑based aircraft to pull out of the fight, assigning the close‑in defense gun arrays the sole task of destroying the enemy.

Ri~ pat pat pat!

Thus, the sky also rang with the clear, pleasant sound of the close‑in defense guns firing in unison.

Each second, tens of thousands of 30 mm shell‑less pulse rounds and 15 mm flechette rounds together form a barrage that hurtles toward the mounted demon hovering high above.

The high rate of fire is the chief feature of pulse and Gauss close‑in defense guns; a five‑barrel 30 mm pulse close‑in defense gun fires at 12 000 rounds per minute.

The 15 mm version, also a five‑barrel Gauss close‑in defense gun, reaches a rate of fire as high as 14 000 rounds per minute.

Although activating the close‑in defense gun arrays is tantamount to "burning money"—with ammunition consumption and barrel wear as drawbacks—right now the captains of the two warships have no time to worry about that.

Even though the mounted demon possesses a psychic shield to aid its defense, it still does not want to be hit by concentrated fire.

So it chose to lower its altitude and quickly approach the docked civilian vessels, or skim over the human ground forces, so that the two warships, to avoid friendly fire, could no longer fire indiscriminately.

The aerial situation grew ever more dire.

The ground battle stalled, casualties rose sharply, and even the Astartes could not avoid being wounded or killed.

The servitors are indeed inferior to the Astartes.

In one‑on‑one combat, whether a full legion member or a reservist, the Astartes can reliably prevail.

Even two‑on‑one or three‑on‑one, the outcome remains the same.

But if the odds are twenty, thirty, or even a hundred to one…

Then the vast majority of Astartes reach their limits, especially those around twenty years old—the "greenhorn" reservists.

In the current situation, sheer numbers do indeed make up for the servitors' qualitative shortfall.

Finally, the gate that had released the mounted demon and nearly ten thousand fallen servitors lost its stability and could not avoid collapsing and dissipating.

With the gate closing and reinforcements arriving from nearby, the battle proceeded.

Moreover, the reinforcements included an entire Wolf Company and two reserve companies, altogether nearly four hundred Astartes who joined the fight, returning the initiative in the ground battle of Sector 07 to humanity.

Among the servitors' formation…

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Root, having affixed his bolt pistol to his rear waist to free both hands, vigorously swung his power axe, cleaving the servitors blocking his path one by one, and with sheer force carved a bloody route to link up with the Wolves and their pups.

Immediately afterward, the reinvigorated ground forces prepared to eliminate in one fell swoop the fallen servitors who had lost their retreat.

"Sir!" at that moment a Wolf pointed to the sky and shouted: "That bastard riding a beast is charging at us!"

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Upon hearing this, Root looked up and saw the mounted demon descend into the fallen servitors' formation, momentarily disappearing from view.

"No matter what that bastard intends to do," Root said, reloading his bolt pistol with a fresh magazine, continuing: "In the air we can't help much, but on the ground that bastard won't be running loose."

He said.

Root raised his right‑hand power axe and, using the Space Wolves' distinctive loud voice, bellowed to everyone present:

"Everyone, prick up your ears! Only by cleansing the starport can we evacuate the city's civilians! For your loved ones! For the honor of being a soldier! Follow me and exterminate these bastards!! Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

The Wolves and their pups let out a metallic‑toned battle cry in unison.

"Thud! Thud!"

When nearly four hundred ton‑scale Astartes launched their charge, the very street shuddered beneath them.

Following closely behind the giants were the ever‑silent Krieg, plus the support troops tasked with aiding the giants.

In contrast, the local UNSC, sheriffs, and retired soldiers, provoked by the demon's atrocities, were ignited with endless fury.

"Next."

The Astartes and the Krieg took the role of the "spearhead", engaging in close combat to continue disrupting the servitors' formation, while the remaining forces retained enough strength to hold their positions and then began a methodical advance.

However, in the midst of the clash, the mounted beast reappeared within sight.

"At close range."

It can be seen that the opponent is not merely a 'bastard'; in fact, his features are rather handsome. Though he is much slimmer than the surrounding servitors, standing only about 1.9 meters tall, his previously displayed power shows he is far more formidable than a servitor.

A squad of hot‑blooded young Wolf pups, seeing that the culprit behind the cruise‑liner crash dared to charge to the front line, wanted to gang up and slay that bastard.

"Clang clang!"

Three Wolf pups provided covering fire.

"Boom…~ hum~! hum!"

The other three Wolf pups drew their chainswords, spaced themselves out, and charged from different angles at the leisurely‑advancing bastard.

In less than a blink, the three Wolf pups reached the bastard's side and almost simultaneously swung their chainswords.

"But a flash of silver light…"

"Bang! Bang!" the energy shields shattered one after another.

The three Wolf pups, who had been full of vigor, saw their attack amplitude drop sharply, as if they had lost all strength.

Next, fissures appeared on the Wolf pups' necks; then their heads shifted together and slid off, helmets and all, falling to the ground.

Their massive bodies, now headless, crashed heavily to the ground.

！！

Even though they had braced themselves mentally, the Wolf pups tasked with providing covering fire could not clearly see the bastard's attack.

Next, this bastard raised the silver sword in his hand, face showing enjoyment and a conceited smile, and launched an attack.

In an instant.

Just that hybrid alone has already surpassed the casualties inflicted by the divine servants on the reserve wolf pups.

Moreover, that guy seems to know that the wild wolves are experienced, so he specifically picks the inexperienced and easily impulsive wolf pups.

"Damn your mother's trash! Face me!"

However, accompanied by Genluo's furious roar.

"Buzz—"

Also, the axe blade and silver sword clashed, bursting out blinding light, promptly stopping the situation of continued casualties among the wolf pups.

Only seen, the enraged Genluo seized the opportunity, swinging his power axe at the hybrid, his left hand still gripping a blast-arrow pistol, pulling the trigger at close range against the hybrid's face.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Boom! Boom!"

But the blast-arrow shells could not pierce the hybrid's spiritual energy barrier.

"Trash!!"

Genluo roared again, and this roar contained overbearing spiritual energy; then he directly flung the "in the way" pistol, his left hand reaching forward, seemingly wanting to tear open the opponent's barrier with bare hands.

"Clang!"

However, the hybrid used the silver sword to lift the pressure of the power axe, actively distancing himself from Genluo, and spoke in human language with a grin:

"Hybrid? Hahaha! I suppose so, my mother is human, and my father is Zeus, king of the gods; in a sense I am indeed a hybrid..."

He said.

The guy who openly admitted being a hybrid waved his silver sword again at extreme speed toward Genluo, his expression even more frenzied, saying:

"So I hate the word 'hybrid' the most! To gain my father's favor and also to obtain true divinity, only slaughter and destruction! Hahaha!"

"Hah! Hybrid!"

Genluo was even more contemptuous, swinging his axe to meet him.

(End of chapter)