Anat’s expression became stern and tense.
He immediately alerted his brothers in combat about the change in situation and requested fire support from the four teammates in the distance.
The space warriors encountered a swarm of drones flying out from the launch wells at a distance of about forty meters, a range at which their shooting accuracy was fully guaranteed. With a diameter of generally forty to fifty centimeters, hitting these drones with a bomb gun would guarantee their destruction.
However, the distance between them continued to close in a very short amount of time.
Although drones were being blown up in the air, the numbers were still too great.
The hundreds of drones flying out were destroyed at the exit, causing a chain of secondary explosions, and in a moment’s time, more than thirty had been lost. This was the limit of the Phoenix warriors’ superhuman shooting precision.
Bomb guns also needed to be reloaded.
During the lapse in firepower, the remaining drones would be able to reach their faces.
In the blink of an eye, Anat made a startling decision: he pulled out a thermite bomb, activated it, and then threw it with all his might at the drone swarm.
Then he took a big step back, even jumping backward abruptly, lying halfway back, but tilting the gun barrel high, accurately hitting the thermite bomb in mid-air.
The thermite grenade exploded with a bang, spewing deep red heat flow in all directions, and the significant blast area destroyed a dozen drones.
The suicide bombs carried by the drones caused a chain explosion, which propelled the hot, high-temperature incendiary fluids even further outward, thereby destroying even more drones.
At least forty suicide drones disappeared in that wave.
But the situation was still not safe, with thirty drones still heading their way.
“Draw your swords!” Anat shouted, quickly getting up and drawing his close-quarters weapon: the chainsaw sword.
The Alliance had a production line for imported chainsaw swords, although the output was very small—the demand wasn’t very high to begin with. Twenty-seven space warriors, one sword each, posed no problem.
The roaring of the chainsaw started as he struck down two nearby drones, not allowing them to get close.
The destroyed drones didn’t even manage to detonate their bombs before losing their ability to move.
However, there was no such opportunity after that.
The reach of his arm plus the length of the chainsaw sword allowed him to destroy drones at a maximum distance of nearly four meters, but that was the furthest extent.
What about the blast radius of a suicide drone?
When it became clear that getting close enough to maximize the explosive power was unrealistic, a new command seemed to have been issued.
A drone exploded at a distance of seven or eight meters from Anat, taking out another alongside it. The edge of the fiery blast enveloped Anat. The impact force made him stagger backward, and he felt countless steel ball bullets hitting his body.
And it was at this moment, more drones passed through the flames and into the explosion, detonating one after another.
Aside from the few that were slashed by the warriors in close quarters and a few ignited by the supporting fire of the brothers behind them, at least twenty-three suicide drones exploded around Anat in that instant.
The two other Phoenix Warriors charging with him, spaced not far apart, were of course also caught in the blast.
The four brothers in the rear felt a tightness in their hearts.
They could no longer see what was happening in the center of the explosion.
They called out for the interim team leader over the comms channel but received no further response.
This caused some panic among them for a moment.
On one hand, the potential loss of three battle brothers was a concern; on the other, how to proceed with the subsequent mission was another issue.
Just as they were unable to react further, a massive figure, standing at least four or five meters tall, crawled out of the missile silo.
The four interstellar warriors providing fire support from a distance aimed their weapons at the figure and pulled the triggers.
However, all of the grenade gun bullets were blocked by a layer of blue light that appeared in front of the emerging figure.
Only then did the interstellar warriors see clearly what had come out: it had a humanoid upper body resembling a slender, graceful human female with only the key areas covered in copper-iron structures, the rest was creamy white skin. Below the waist, though, was a massive spider-shaped body with eight legs.
In the center of the spider’s body was a core emitting blue light, which must have been where the Shield Generator was located.
This Shield Generator must have been the lowest grade, as just the concentrated barrage from four grenade guns made the blue light, indicative of the energy shield, flicker intensely.
But no matter how low-grade, it was still a bona fide energy shield; breaching it would take some time.
At least, the interstellar warriors emptied an entire magazine from their grenade guns in a matter of seconds, hitting the target with nearly every shot, yet only managed to make it flicker.
Conversely, the spider-shaped mechanical monster was about to counterattack.
Its eyes turned a penetrating blue, light condensed within them, hinting at an imminent burst.
Its gaze was fixed on one warrior.
The Phoenix Newblood being stared down was named Raman Kuwas. He felt the lethal threat coming and immediately retracted his gun, throwing himself to the side to dodge.
But the creature’s gaze followed him closely.
The next moment, two laser beams shot out from the eyes of Irong Fatches. The concrete wall of the bunker that Kuwas dodged behind was immediately burned through, creating a large hole; in no more than a second or two, the bunker wall would be penetrated, threatening to burn onto the interstellar warrior.
But in that split second, a red figure burst out from the smoke of the recent explosion!
That was Anat!
Steamy smoke was still rising from his body, which was even slightly reddened.
His helmet was nowhere to be found, likely discarded by himself, revealing a young face that looked exceedingly fierce at the moment.
“Roar!”
His raging voice followed!
The energy shield couldn’t stop his advance; he passed through the azure shield about two meters in front of Irong Fatches, and his chainsaw sword, ready to strike, swung close towards Irong Fatches!
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