Chapter 441: then translation of chapter title

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Hearing this unfamiliar, strange metallic voice, all the officers present couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the source of the voice.

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Just this look instantly made all the officers tremble with fear.

More importantly, a faint fluctuation and shock enveloped the entire position, making the officers feel terror and shock, and they also felt that the person emitting the metallic voice seemed even harder to deal with than the Leviathan, the living mothership of the Zitari in the sky.

More importantly, that person's height is about 3.4 meters!

And it was this that caused all the officers to stare in stunned fear, and also allowed them to hear the Astate's distinctive, contemptuous, metallic voice after donning the helmet—exactly the Man-Eating Shark Terminator who had just activated its transfer function and jumped here from the Bloody Shack.

With a deep gray primary paint, white and gold as accents, the Terminator's shoulder armor is enlarged and thickened; a mechanical arm on its back holds a triple-barreled 1.0-caliber super-heavy explosive bolt, the left arm also has a paired. 75-caliber explosive bolt, and the right arm bears a heavy weapon resembling a flamethrower.

From the insignia on the right shoulder pad and the graffiti of red fangs on the helmet's lower jaw, one can analyze that this Terminator is a century-old veteran of the First Company, Second Combat Squad of the Man-Eating Shark Battalion.

The Terminator slightly raised his head, watching the Leviathan approach his area; despite the helmet obscuring his face, it's not hard to guess his expression and demeanor are full of contempt, even tinged with disappointment.

There was no way; when leaving the flagship with his brothers, morale was high, ready to happily 'burn, kill, loot' the invading alien scum of Zero-Five Earth—who would have thought that only after completing the transfer and arriving on the battlefield would he discover…

These scumbags are really scum!

He didn't even have the desire to act…

Moreover, they aren't like the Blood Ravens or White Executors who have their own attached UNSC fleets and governed star systems; they often roam the borders of territory, and when bored they stray far from the domain, delving into alien forces' ranges to 'relieve boredom'.

This is also why the Man-Eating Sharks, lacking a governed star system, can earn enough merits to exchange for a Hera-class vessel and two Achilles-class vessels.

Fortunately, though the Man-Eating Sharks are crazy and poor, being deeply influenced by their father's ideals, they at least won't stand idly by while watching their compatriots suffer a gruesome death from invasion.

Thus, the Terminator could only muster a bit of interest, using the helmet's screen to lock onto the Leviathan, then casually raise his left hand and launch an attack without hesitation.

'Clang!' a crisp gunshot rang out as a. 75-caliber 'standard' explosive bolt instantly left the left barrel and underwent secondary acceleration.

'Bang!' the explosive bolt easily pierced the Leviathan's external armor and delved inside.

If judged by past experience, a single explosive bolt, while capable of causing some damage and loss to the Leviathan's interior, is insufficient to outright destroy an entire Leviathan; at least forty to sixty 'standard' explosive bolts would be needed to completely blast it apart.

But…

Whoosh~——!

The 'standard' explosive bolt that had penetrated the Leviathan's interior, upon detonation, produced an extremely loud 'charging' sound, or perhaps some kind of 'reaction' or 'collapse' noise.

Naturally, only the attacking Terminator could hear that sound among those present; the officers and civilians hiding in buildings first saw an orange fireball with a diameter of at least seventy meters, extremely bright but not yet blinding.

'Boom!!' Immediately followed was a violent explosion sound.

The fleeting fireball not only consumed and vaporized two-thirds of the Leviathan's main body, but also shattered the remaining third into fragments.

'Whoosh!!' The shockwave, mixed with gusts, debris, and fragments, surged outward.

'Clatter!!' All the glass and mirrors of nearby buildings were shattered.

'Ah!!'

'Oh heavens!!'

The shockwave also flung all the officers standing on the ground to the ground, and even civilians sheltering inside buildings were not spared, causing various screams and cries to echo throughout the street.

Fortunately, the shockwave's lethality could not cause officers and civilians to suffer internal organ rupture or internal bleeding, so it was a narrow escape.

Only the Man-Eating Shark veteran wearing the Terminator armor remained motionless, watching the remaining fragments of the Leviathan fall from the sky and crash onto the ground.

Just now, the. 75-caliber explosive bolt fired by the Terminator was indeed a 'standard' explosive bolt, not a high-explosive round nor any other special type.

In fact, the warhead of the fired explosive bolt contains a matter-antimatter 'fuze', loaded with 1 gram of normal matter and 1 gram of antimatter.

The reason it is classified as a 'standard' explosive bolt is that Umbrella, having fully mastered antimatter technology, is preparing to use such matter-antimatter explosive bolts to completely replace the diamond warheads with purified deuterium cores.

However, special explosive bolts such as nano, venom (strong acid), and storm (containing dense, fine fragments) are still 'in service', and Umbrella has no intention of completely eliminating them.

Thus, the Astate battalion that first equipped these matter-antimatter—or rather, the new-model 'standard' explosive bolts—can be considered a veritable 'per-capita nuclear bomb'.

After all, a single explosive bolt can yield 43,000 tons of TNT equivalent, i. e., the power of 3.3 Hiroshima atomic bombs—and that's just one bolt.

If an Astate empties a 30-round magazine of the standard explosive bolt rifle, that amounts to that Astate having fired a total of a hundred Hiroshima atomic bombs at the surrounding area, buildings, and region…

A hundred…

Even though it falls far short of the effect of a genocide order, tossing a fully equipped, fully armed 'ordinary' Astate into ninety percent of the universe and worlds would absolutely be an insurmountable peak for the local natives—a disaster star, and also a 'world-ending god'.

And the Man-Eating Shark Terminator standing at the center of the police line, while locking onto the Leviathan via his helmet screen, also adjusted the warhead's reaction yield.

Otherwise, if the warhead underwent a full reaction with the usual 1 gram of antimatter and 1 gram of normal matter, then everyone present who could stand on two feet unharmed would still be the Terminator, but the Zero-Five humans on Manhattan Island would suffer.

Having effortlessly dealt with the Leviathan, the Terminator lowered his left hand, looked around at the officers shaking their heads and struggling to stand, and some of the younger ones even wanted to point their guns at him, he warned:

'Man-Eating Shark Battalion has arrived; if you don't want to die, quickly find a place to hide.'

'Thud, thud!' Having said that, the veteran Terminator turned and left with heavy steps.

Moreover, as he departed, a squad of clueless Zitari, fingers on the triggers of their energy rifles, launched a charge, apparently intending to avenge the Leviathan.

Relying on his energy shield to withstand attacks, when the Zitari drew near, the Terminator either clenched his left fist to strike or casually flicked his right hand outward in impatience.

The result needs no further elaboration.

As the veteran Terminator withdrew from the street corner, his surroundings and rear were littered with severed limbs, fragmented corpses everywhere, and deep purple blood soaked the pavement.

Watching the retreating back of the veteran Terminator, a captain with a split forehead bleeding, his face and uniform dirty, raised his left hand to help a nearby young officer—whose hat had run off somewhere and who was assuming a aiming stance—lower his gun barrel.

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'Captain.' Noticing the interference with the aim, the young officer looked at the captain with a puzzled expression.

'Kid, do you think your 9mm round could blast that flying insect (the Leviathan) with one shot?' the captain countered.

'No.' The young officer shook his head without even thinking.

'Then why are you pointing your gun at him?!' the captain raised his hand again and smacked the young officer on the back of the head.

Then the captain opened his shoulder radio and reminded all his colleagues in Manhattan: 'This is the Rose Hill District Police Station; we have just made contact with a individual wearing deep-gray heavy armor, about 11.2 feet (3.4 meters) tall, who shows some goodwill—please refrain from firing indiscriminately.'

'This is… tap-tap! click! Norma… bureau, understood!'

As soon as the reminder finished, a colleague replied; from his fragmented response one could tell that the situation on his end was intense, possibly still not having made contact with the Man-Eating Shark Battalion.

"We've got several 10‑foot (three‑meter) guys here, helping us deal with the alien scum! Hahaha! Watching the way they fire their guns and the scene of the alien scum exploding, it's fucking awesome!!"

However, another comrade laughed heartily over the radio, clearly having received assistance from a Man‑Eating Shark.

Moreover, from that comrade's tone one can tell that, despite its intimidating height and physique, the Man‑Eating Shark shows a fairly friendly attitude toward officers, civilians, or any non‑hostile human compatriots.

Hearing this, the captain couldn't help recalling the green hulking figure that had "helped" them kill Citarian not long ago, but ended up mistakenly wounding and killing many of their officers and civilians.

Now, looking at it, it's more accurate to say that the green hulking figure was venting its rage rather than "helping" them; it didn't care at all.

His emotions are hard to put into words.

If given the chance and the conditions, the captain and all the officers present truly want to shoot that green hulking figure dead on the spot.

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Meanwhile.

Approximately three hundred meters northwest of the police position guarded by the Terminator veteran "Guan Gu", lies a wide commercial street.

"Tadadada!" A massive, dense barrage of red high‑energy beams flickered.

"Puff! Puff!" At the same time, the hundred Citarian gathered here were incinerated and dismembered by the high‑energy beams within seconds, leaving no room for even the slightest resistance.

In the center of the commercial street lay Citarian who were either dead or convulsing on the brink of death.

On the far right of the street, a three‑person auxiliary fireteam was marching quickly toward the left, preparing to approach the Stark Building where the portal would be opened.

These three auxiliaries wore Man‑Eating Shark‑themed camouflage, their helmets' lower jaws also bearing blood‑red fangs, and were equipped with Helundin II and a heavy‑caliber laser rifle.

Now, two battalions of Man‑Eating Sharks and two auxiliary assault groups are deployed in Manhattan and in nearby districts such as Long Island, Staten Island, and Jersey City, working to eliminate the Citarian that have descended to the surface.

And the speedboat‑like aircraft, plus a hundred‑meter‑long Leviathan?

Looking up at the sky at this moment, one can see an Achilles‑class aircraft carrier belonging to the Man‑Eating Sharks, escorted by a Paris‑class frigate, hovering at roughly 2,500 meters altitude, using its close‑in gun system to efficiently destroy and shatter the Citarian aerial forces that buzzed like annoying flies.

Moreover, humanity of the primary universe at this stage also applies antimatter technology to ship‑borne missiles, naval missiles, and the cannons and artillery of various bio‑mech suits.

Because the combat zone lies within the atmosphere and millions of innocent compatriots remain on the surface, the Achilles‑class and Paris‑class opt to use old‑style missiles for the strike.

But that's enough; for the Citarian, even old‑style missiles constitute an absolute dimensional‑reduction strike.

On the ground…

No need to say more.

The Man‑Eating Sharks and auxiliaries, while efficiently eliminating the Citarian, also employ as brutal and ferocious close‑combat methods as possible, delivering a massive shock and deterrence to the Citarian and Zero Five humans.

In contrast, on the commercial street not far from Rose Mountain, the three‑person auxiliary fireteam spent only a few seconds wiping out the hundred Citarian, then hurried to the street's end; as they looked toward the Stark Building, their helmet displays suddenly warned of a humanoid anomaly.

In fact, no warning was needed—they had already spotted the so‑called humanoid anomaly.

The three auxiliaries stationed at the left end of the street observed the nearby interchange entrance while forming a triangular formation, slowing their pace as they approached the entrance.

The humanoid anomaly at the interchange entrance was engaged in close combat with several Citarian.

Upon close inspection, the humanoid anomaly wore a dark‑blue tight combat suit, its muscles and lines near the golden ratio, possessing strength and reflexes far beyond normal humans; it wielded a metal round shield painted red, white and blue as a weapon—or as a block—skillfully parrying the Citarian.

The three auxiliaries were unaware, but after opening a vortex Space Gate and, via the auxiliaries' individual cameras, Sui Bian, who was stationed in the core world of the Terra Shield watching the battle, knew that the so‑called humanoid anomaly was one of the representatives of the Avengers—

Captain America, Steve Rogers.

But the three auxiliaries wouldn't care whether the opponent was Captain America or Captain Britain; without first determining why it possessed superhuman physical traits, they simply classified it as an anomaly.

Conversely, Rogers, this legendary figure of Zero Five Earth, also noticed the three auxiliaries approaching "him"; after "he" used superb martial arts to knock down the surrounding Citarian, he immediately raised his shield for defense and vigilance.

One of the auxiliaries then bluntly ordered, "Put down the shield, clasp your hands over your head, and don't make me repeat myself."

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