"Tap!Tap!"

The rebels were located at the position where the gunfire was fired, and crisp pulses of gunfire spread throughout the center of District 01.

The Kriegs, who were charging quickly towards the position, were under intensive barrage blockade.

However, among the rebels' weapons, only large-caliber fixed machine guns, as well as anti-tank weapons and armored units' artillery, can penetrate instantly or destroy TPS-4 and CMC-700 power armor.

However, the distance between an intersection was fleeting, and before too many casualties, Kriegs had rushed to the edge of the stinking position.

“Buzz-～!”

The first battalion commander who rushed into the position waved a chainsaw sword and slashed hard at the left shoulder of a rebel.

"Hello...—Sher!!"

Even with the obstacles of armor and bones, the chainsaw sword still slashed very "smoothly" and removed the rebel's left shoulder, right arm and head.

The dark green blood sprayed around, and also splashed on the battalion commander's power armor.

While completing the swinging action, the battalion commander swung his left hand with the blaster gun to the other side and pulled the trigger to the rebels with the "deputy mouth" in the abdomen.

A shot of "Sure!"

"Puff!" The rotten and swollen head exploded.

When the battalion commander solved the two rebels, the remaining Kriggs also rushed into the position and killed all enemies in sight with extremely fast efficiency.

In an instant, the position that was already hard to tell was even more fishy due to blood and broken arms.

During the melee during the exercise, even the elite UNSC airborne troops needed to be five times the number of troops to barely be on par with Krieg, and it was when both sides were equipped with equal weapons and equipment.

It's not an exercise now, and it's not the elite airborne soldiers facing Krieg, but the rebellious UNSC Army soldiers.

Hand-to-hand combat is like turning on some "switch" between the battalion commander and Kriegers, causing them to harvest the lives of the rebels extremely crazily.

"For my Lord! Death heresy!!"

A rebel shouted and took the opportunity to rush towards a clan surrounded Krieg behind him, and he had no time to take care of him and pressed his gun to the weak part of the TPS-4's back low from a distance.

"Dada!"

"Puff...!Puff!"

This time, the pulse bomb successfully penetrated the TPS-4, and several warheads exploded in Krieg's body. The bright red blood flowed outside the power armor, causing Krieg to stagger and collapse to the ground.

"Hahaha! Death! Heresy!"

"My Lord protects! Heresy is not a threat!"

Seeing that he finally knocked down the arrogant Krieg, more than 20 rebels surrounded him, venting his long-suppressed fear with loud cheers and thanking their masters.

But before Krieg completely lost his ability to move, he used oral methods in his helmet to overload the small cold fusion reactor of Power Arm.

then...

"boom--!"

The violent explosion swallowed more than 20 rebels in the blink of an eye, and the shock wave also knocked down many rebels in the distance.

View from above.

The remaining Kriegs, with this crazy melee battle without fear of death, actually defeated the rebels who beat ten times their number of people.

"These guys... are the god of death!"

"Why... Why! Even though we have the blessing of our Lord, why are we still not their opponent!"

Krieger completely ignored his own style, which made the morale of the rebels fall into a sluggish again.

Some rebels even began to doubt themselves, why did they surrender to the "our master" in exchange for the so-called true meaning of life? What is the purpose of rebellion?

"A bunch of waste!"

Firs waved his scimitar and slashed the two retreating rebels into two pieces. He looked at Krieg who was about to rush in front of it, raised several twitching lines, and clamped together his wriggling "left hand".

"Click!"

Accompanied by the scammering sound of bone breaking, Krieg, who was targeted by Pheles, was actually armed with his armor and was squashed into a ball by powerful spiritual energy.

After easily killing a Krieg, Philes looked at the fiercest battalion commander again.

"Crack!"

A twisted "Z" and a psychic lightning flashed green light shot out from Pheles's tentacle-like left hand, thundering straight towards the battalion commander's helmet.

"Bang!"

The psionic lightning speed was extremely fast, and the battalion commander had no time to react and was thundered.

The helmet, which was originally painted in yellow, was also scorched by psychic lightning, and wisps of black smoke emerged.

Then his body raised his head slightly stiffly and collapsed, sank on the ground without moving, not knowing whether it was death or life.

Seeing that the battalion commander had no movement, Pheles's twisted face showed a deformed smile, he held up the scimitar and said contemptuously:

"Even if these guys who can't speak are strong, they will not be blessed by God, so... they all kneel down for me!!"

Philes said, a wave of psychic energy visible to the naked eye quickly enveloped all the rebels and the remaining Kriggs with it as the center point.

This fluctuation had no effect on the rebels, but the Kriegs could no longer attack and forced the Kriegs to kneel down.

The Kriegs tried their best to persevere. Even if they couldn't stand it, they would rather choose to lie on the ground completely without resistance than kneel down at Pheles.

"Oh."

Looking at Krieg, who was lying on the ground, Firs smiled disdainfully and looked around all the rebels present and shouted:

"This is the end of opposing our Lord! Come on! Pry open the helmets of these mutes and feed the nectar given by our Lord! Let us see if we can cure these mutes!"

Discovering that Pheles turned the situation alone, all the rebels finally regained their confidence, and then said excitedly: "Yes!!"

Next.

The rebels divided up a group to get the equipment box filled with soup, while the remaining rebels were towards the inactive Kriegs, ready to pry open the helmets of the power armor to see Krieg's true appearance.

"Forehead..."

At this time, the battalion commander, who seemed to have died, let out a low cry of pain.

He put down his tightly clenched blaster, freed up his left hand to reach the back of his head, and manually unlinked his helmet and power armor.

After exerting force, the battalion commander took off his completely damaged helmet and revealed his true face.

It is very different from the speculations of the entire UNSC, including the public.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! People who don’t know more about it, instinctively imagine them as “transformed people” with terrifying appearances and various needles inserted in their skin.

However, the truth is completely opposite.

The battalion commander who took off his helmet had neat short hair and healthy fair skin, strong facial features and a handsome appearance.

The only thing that "disgusting" is the bloody left eye, the cheeks below, and two blood stains that are about to dry up.

Just now, Pheles's psychic lightning caused the helmet screen to explode, hurting his left eye. It also caused him to faint for a short time due to electric shock throughout his body.

The battalion commander threw his helmet aside, held the chainsaw sword in his right hand and poked it on the ground. Then he stood up with support, stared at Pheles with his right eye, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The 087th Regiment Battle Battalion obeys the order! Continue to charge! For the gentleman! For the company! Follow me to kill the heretics of cholera Arcadia!"

Roaring at the same time.

The battalion commander held the chainsaw sword in both hands, tried hard to kill the nearby rebels who had not yet reacted, and then ran towards Pheles.

But Krieg, who should not be able to move, could now struggle to get up, hold their chainsaw swords, and continue to kill the fallen traitors beside him.

The unexpected sudden change caused the many rebels present to respond and died under the sword of Kriegers.

"This...how is this possible!"

Even Philes, who had been high above all else, was shocked by what was happening in front of him.

In its eyes, Krieg was just a bunch of mutes without psychic energy, so how could he withstand its psychic oppression?

In the blink of an eye, the battalion commander and more than a dozen Kriggs had rushed to it not far.

"Damn...a bunch of damn mute bugs!!"

Pheles returned to his contemptuous attitude and used his left hand to release a stronger psionic lightning.

"Crack! Bang!"

The battalion commander was once again hit by lightning and connected to more than a dozen comrades beside him.

The comrades were directly thundered by lightning and fell to the ground and could not move, but the battalion commander could actually face the psychic attack and continue to approach Pheles.

And this powerful psychic attack only slows down the battalion commander's pace at most.

Such an incredible situation caused Pheles' corrupt brain to crash, and he kept muttering, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!".

It is clearly a chosen person by God, and the spiritual energy contained in his body is enough to change the direction of a war.

But why can't I kill the "bugs" that are gradually approaching it!

But the battalion commander would not care whether Pheles was a god-chosen. As soon as he approached, he waved the chainsaw sword with all his strength, which would have to open the belly of Pheles.
To be continued...