Chapter 230: Chapter 164, The Death of the Military Governor (6k, Please Subscribe!)_3
On powerful individual Green Skins like the Beastman Fleet General, this kind of power could even materialize, strengthening his physique, and in crucial moments, it could also provide a surge of explosive capability.
The Spiritual Energy enveloping the Beastman Overlord that Gu Hang had cast was shattered by this force, which also brought him severe backlash damage.
However, Gu Hang did not even consider his own injuries.
Seeing the erupting energy rejuvenating the severely wounded Green Skin, it kicked Matins away and then clashed its great axe against Priest Rizzo.
This time, Rizzo found no advantage and was forced off balance.
Kuangya, relentless when at an advantage, slashed three times with his axe, smashing Priest Rizzo to the ground, and didn’t even flinch when two plasma rays bombarded his body.
After sustaining three axe blows from Kuangya, Rizzo’s staff was knocked aside, and he lay on the ground, his breathing faint.
Just as the overlord was raising his axe, ready to make another strike to chop off the big-headed redskin’s head, Gu Hang’s Spiritual Energy surged forth once again, restraining his right arm.
Under the heavy injuries, forcing this action made Gu Hang’s condition even worse, with more fresh blood flowing from his mouth, nose, and ears, even his eyes were bleeding.
But he still succeeded in limiting the Beastman Overlord’s movement, saving Priest Rizzo’s life.
At that moment, Matins, who had been kicked away a second time, charged back in, roaring as he once again slashed his chainsaw sword at the Beastman Overlord’s shattered chest.
However, the chainsaw sword was blocked by Kuangya’s left arm.
His pair of steel claw hands clamped down on Matins’s chainsaw sword.
The chainsaw buzzed loudly, producing spectacular sparks against Kuangya’s steel claws, yet they were deadlocked in combat.
The situation was at a standstill for the time being.
Gu Hang realized something was wrong.
He could only control Kuangya’s arm wielding the axe, and he wouldn’t be able to maintain the control for long. Once his power dissipated, the tide of battle would immediately turn.
There had to be further resolution to the problem.
He had one more option: to stimulate Spiritual Energy even further, abandoning the control of Kuangya’s axe-wielding right arm, and instead controlling the steel claws that were blocking Matins. Doing so would provide Matins the opportunity to slice open the Beastman Overlord’s chest with the chainsaw sword and kill him.
But as soon as he released control of the axe, Priest Rizzo’s head would fall.
Should he do it?
Gu Hang knew there was no time left for hesitation; he had to make a decision immediately.
But before that, there arose another variable in the situation.
His Spiritual Energy sensed someone appearing in the hole that had been blasted in the ceiling by Kuangya’s melter cannon.
It was a human soldier, clad in the uniform of the Rage Owl Star Governor-General Corps and, judging by the insignia, belonging to the 3rd Independent Regiment.
This battle outside the core engine power cabin shouldn’t have involved the 3rd Independent Regiment. The assembly of troops had been too rushed, with no time to call in more forces.
The presence of this person here was clearly accidental, a coincidence.
But they might bring a significant surprise.
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After an entire platoon was wiped out, Lacroix, as the highest ranking among the remaining seven, became the acting commander. He had no idea where to go, let alone what the original mission target of the platoon was.
He could only follow the simple idea of leading the remaining six men towards where the fighting was happening, in the hope of finding proper officers to join and to offload the leadership responsibility he had been reluctantly carrying.
Along the way, they encountered mostly aftermaths of battles but no living, proper officers.
One particularly gruesome battlefield was littered with heaps of corpses.
They passed through it and picked up a few weapons.
Lacroix knew that the electromagnetic rifles from the elite marine troops were much better than their G9A assault rifles.
As for their original rifles, they dared not discard them. Throwing away weapons meant facing court-martial upon return. But picking up a few extra on the way back shouldn’t be a crime, right?
And it wasn’t just rifles they picked up. From a dead marine soldier, cut in half, they found two Personal Melter Bombs.
New and unfamiliar, but after examining them briefly, they roughly knew how to operate them—although they couldn’t guarantee it was correct since they dared not actually test them out.
Then, they pressed on, and halfway through, they heard more intense gunfire.
Lacroix once again led his men towards the sound, determined to relinquish command.
“I’m obviously only suitable to be a soldier, not an officer,” he thought.
And the reason this thought became even stronger was that even while leading his troops towards the most intense fighting, he could still take the wrong path.
They arrived, but to their embarrassment, they discovered that the intense gunfire seemed to be coming from beneath their feet.
The starship’s environment was too complex—not like the surface, with only one ground level. They had reached a higher deck, but now it was deserted. Wanting to descend into battle and find a higher-ranking leader proved impossible.
However, fortune favors the bold, and just as he and his six men aimlessly searched for a way down, a red beam cannon shot upward from below, punching through the ground not far away.