“The thirty-first.”
Anat pulled the bloodstained chainsaw sword from the chest of the fallen Sentry Mecha before him, while his other hand, holding a bomb gun, fired nonstop, blasting Stefanians who tried to threaten him into pieces.
Seconds later, the magazine was empty.
It was his last one, and there were still many enemies.
But he felt no panic.
The chainsaw sword swung into action as his other fist clenched, becoming as heavy as a sledgehammer.
Those grazed by the chainsaw sword would find their bodies torn apart, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Under the chainsaw sword capable of tearing through steel plates, the human body was frantically fragile; the Interstellar Warrior’s fist was just as lethal. Even without the Gravity Gauntlets or similar devices, just the strength of an Interstellar Warrior, combined with the output of the powered armor, meant that the iron gloves could completely pulverize any part of the human body they struck.
Anyone who tried to obstruct him, anyone who dared to get close, was ruthlessly eliminated. Soon, Anat was drenched in blood, which wasn’t so noticeable only because it splashed over his fiery red battle armor.
However, he didn’t attempt to kill all the enemies with his ammo depleted; instead, he chose to break through to the rear.
The enemy was numerous, but few dared to block his way.
The death of the ‘Knight’ had a significant impact on the remaining soldiers’ will to fight.
This was precisely Anat’s purpose in taking the initiative to strike. He wanted to take down the Sentry Mecha with one thrust, destroying this small group of enemies’ will to resist.
Once he succeeded, it was time to retreat.
Even though his bomb gun was out of ammo, the retreat wasn’t difficult,
as the remaining enemies were only ordinary soldiers.
Those with low morale had already collapsed, fleeing in disarray. Those with more courage dared only fire a few shots from a distance. Not to say whether they could hit their mark, but even if they did, the LR Series Laser Guns, standard issue weapons in the hands of the royal guards, were ineffective against the powered armor.
Everybody knows what happens with a flashlight.
Of course, that’s a joke. The LR Series Laser Guns are much more powerful than the G Series projectile weapons.
Anat cherished the armor he wore dearly. Damaged armor could take a long time to repair, and currently, the Phoenixes didn’t have the luxury of providing each of their ranks a spare set. He was not keen on getting hit by those ‘flashlights’ too much, as the surface coating could be melted off, and severe metal fatigue could lead to armor damage.
He dodged bullets, casually killing enemies that came close, and quickly retreated to his own line of defense.
Two brothers-in-arms guarding the already blasted gate, using the ruins of buildings for cover, nodded slightly to him.
He nodded back briefly and then saw an old veteran commander behind them, to whom he reported mission completion and refilled some bullets from the nearby ammo box.
Glancing briefly, he saw that the bullets remaining in the ammo box were already scarce. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire
Before long, everyone would run out of bullets.
This was indeed the predicament they were currently facing.
Before this, his group, after intercepting the Iron Curtain Queen Isabel and her entourage, didn’t retreat with the captives but instead returned to the heart of the Kingdom of Stefano.
This clearly was a perilous move.
They hadn’t fully taken over this city yet. Here, two hundred thousand Stefanian troops were still holding their ground. With their queen captured within the palace, the reaction the Stefanians would have was all too predictable.
For whatever purpose, they would mobilize all their efforts and assemble all forces to take back their queen.
This was also the goal of the Interstellar Warriors—to use the queen as powerful bait, holding the enemy firmly in place.
After converging with two squads that had completed the destruction of the anti-air systems, Anat and his comrades, a total of twenty Phoenixes, stood guard at the center of the kingdom, beginning a confrontation—more accurately, a one-sided slaughter—against the countless enemies coming to rescue the queen.
Isabel’s so-called ‘brave Stefanians’ indeed weren’t just hot air. The so-called ‘Knights,’ the kingdom’s nobles who piloted the Sentry Mechas, along with a large number of royal guards, charged forward with abandon, striving to break through the pathways guarded by the Interstellar Warriors to rescue their queen.
But they achieved nothing.
In this not very lengthy period, the twenty Interstellar Warriors annihilated thirty Sentry Mechas and killed more than two thousand royal guards.
Mecha debris and warrior blood stained every area red, with limbs and metal wreckage strewn all about.
And the Interstellar Warriors were unscathed.
Even the valiant Stefanians couldn’t help but feel their morale sink in the face of such desperate disparity.
They had tried everything and sacrificed without reservation, yet they still saw no glimmer of hope for breaching the defense line formed by the twenty Phoenixes.
Yet they kept striving.
After enough sacrifices and lessons learned, the Knights and Stefanian soldiers who followed didn’t blindly charge forward anymore. They kept shouting, instructing the ordinary soldiers to carry their weapons and cover a few individuals carrying high explosives, rushing towards the Interstellar Warriors.
They gambled on luck and bet that the Interstellar Warriors also had limited ammo.