Chương 145: Chapter A-5:”Warrior’s Resolve”

Zacklay was in the operation command room of Dieclan Headquarters. He was flying instructions to search for the King who fled underground. At the same time, he was moving to deploy a solid encirclement net to dispose of the bunch still wandering above. His mind was rough like a stormy sea.

"They did it. To think they would sneak directly into the Central Control Tower. I didn't think there was such an idiot." Exposing irritation, biting his fingertips.

"Moreover, they magnificently destroyed the security. With this, the effect of my specialty detection is halved." He inadvertently leaks such a grudge. Although not all, the security system of the Central Control Tower controlled the city's surveillance cameras and so on. Since they stopped functioning all at once, his detection range was considerably limited. Moreover. Moreover.

"Are there only reckless idiots in Lunatope? There are some coming straight here." He had information that a pair of men stole a bulletproof car from Dieclan. The camera firmly captured the figures of two men driving that car earnestly towards the Central District. If you want to die that much, I'll turn you into a beehive as you wish. Zacklay's face distorted with indignation and killing intent.

"Shoot down the bunch in the 7th District, 3rd Block! It might cause some damage to the city, but I don't mind using 《Phanon》!" 《Phanon》. A laser weapon far more powerful than a gun. Originally, it was developed as an installation-type weapon to shoot down intruders into the Central Factory and Central Processing Plant. However, since security is down now. Those deployed there will not function for a while until the backup system operates.

William and Nelson were driving the car weaving between high-rise buildings while shaking off persistent pursuers. Avoiding linear movements as much as possible so as not to be sniped by the enemy. Pushing forward towards the Central District. At that time. Mixed with bullets, they saw a streak of red light aiming here.

"Switch driving." William, who knew its danger well from the experience of losing many comrades, entrusted the steering wheel to Nelson. And he climbs on top of the car body himself. Standing as if bracing his legs slightly bent. Inhaling deeply suuu, sharpening his spirit. Something red flashed chika-tto in the back. At that moment. He aims and swings the Slais with godspeed. Immediately after, that which flew at a speed invisible to the eye hit the blade. And bounced off in a strange direction.

Completely seeing through the timing of impacting the vehicle. He blew away the high-penetration laser 《Phanon》. It was a divine skill possible only because he has fought on the front lines for a long time. Still blowing away 《Phanon》 flying one after another, William called out to Nelson driving.

"Go near the headquarters as it is and disturb the command system. As soon as Lasla and others succeed in rescue and there is a prospect of return, we withdraw. Got it?"

"Yeah...!" The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. The Central District approached. They can see more than ten vehicles blocking the way tightly. William once put the Slais back on his waist. And held the equipment he carried on his back slightly upwards. It was a Rocket Launcher. Aiming at the target, firing it. The fired warhead draws a gentle, almost straight parabolic trajectory. And hits the vehicle blocking the front as if to protect it.

The exploded and burning vehicle fell into the sea of the urban area as it was. Thus forced to concentrate on the attack. The moment he released the Slais from his hand. That man was aiming for it. From far away, weaving through the gaps of buildings. A blue flash pierces the sky. Pinpoint Sniping. The magic bullet of instant death that took Mina's life in an instant. Of course, he doesn't make the same mistake.

William, who was particularly vigilant, had skillfully shifted his body position to remove the hit point in advance at the timing when sniping was assumed. But the speed of sniping is incomparable to human movement. With almost no time to be conscious, the unavoidable ray approaches his body and—. Although different from Plato's aim. He, whose left shoulder was shot through cleanly. Staggered greatly and fell fura-fura from the car body." William!" Furthermore, immediately after.

A second aimed ray shoots through the bonnet of the vehicle. The car body burns up and falls with him inside. Nelson, who jumped out on the spur of the moment, hooked the wire device on the wall of the building. But as if targeting that further, the flying red laser beam pierces his Dominant Hand. Intense pain attacks his body. Still, he managed to regain his posture, decelerating using the wire again, and was able to land safely. Behind such him, a hateful voice resounded.

"Kukkukku. It went well. You fell in the planned place." To that boyish voice, when Nelson looked back ha-tto. What was reflected in his eyes was—. Dozens of Dieclan members lined up in an orderly manner. And Zacklay waiting right behind them. Zacklay was wearing a triumphant smile.

"Underestimating Boku (Me) all this time. But that's the end too."

"... Zacklay."

"It's execution time. All units, Fire!" Volley fire is executed. Everywhere is covered with a veil of bullets. There was no escape anywhere. But Nelson was smiling fearlessly. He was waiting for this time." Oooooooooooooooooooooooo————!" The man who has kept silence anytime anywhere. At this time, raised the first and last roar. Without even holding a Slais. Approaching the ranks with the momentum of a rushing wild boar. Receiving a tremendous number of bullets in his body. His arm is torn off.

The tip of one leg was also blown off. Stomach, shoulder, cheek, ear, and even head shot through. Flesh bursts here and there on the whole body, and fresh blood scatters. Still, he never stopped. Breaking the line of members, jumping in straight. Forcibly approaching Zacklay. It was a completely desperate move. It was the movement of a person who was prepared to die from the beginning. And when Nelson finally reached right in front of Zacklay. His boyish face convulsed in fear in an instant.

Because in Nelson's hand— A Tail Bomb just before detonation was already held.

"Loudmouthed, and intrusive... knowing you. If I provoked you, I thought you would... at least show your face..."

"Yo, u...!"" Know the Warrior's Resolve...!" The moment he floated a proud smile powerlessly. The bomb spilled from his hand. Immediately after, a fierce large explosion occurred. Painting the entire area with scorching heat and flash.

"Zacklay...!" Plato was burning that gruesome scene into his eyes with disbelief. Even if he wanted to avenge, that enemy was blown away together. Trembling his body with helpless frustration, he slams his fist powerlessly against the wall. When sadness also welled up. Very close to Lilna, a terrifying bio-energy increase reaction began to occur. Plato shuddered immediately. Although he believed in her strength and did not doubt it. Still, it was a disgusting biological reaction that gave him a bad premonition.

Damn, at a time like this...!" Lilna!" Plato had no time to grieve or be angry. Without a second thought, his feet started moving.

"Fu, ha, ha..." A dry laugh spills from the man's mouth. What karma is it. Although hitting his body strongly against the ground and being wounded all over—. Again, William"Survived" at the very last moment. Even though his confidant subordinate just died.

"There was no need... to die before me. Idiot..." Looking at the place where he lived, raising thick smoke. With a helpless feeling, only one word. He muttered so. From then on, he never looked there again. Pushing his staggering body, he stands up. An important job still remains. The job of letting Lasla and others escape safely.

"There! A survivor!"

"Die!" Dragging his tattered body, bloodstained all over with bruises." Ruaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa————!" William squeezed his soul into passion and shouted. While being shot several bullets into his body. Approaching the enemy with the spirit of a demon, he slashes mercilessly with the Slais. Every time he swings the sword. The enemy's head and limbs fly wildly violently, as if reflecting his passion. Pushing forward with that momentum, he stole one of the nearby vehicles and got in.

The face that lost blood and turned pale reflected in the front mirror. Trembling hands were smeared with filthy blood and oil. The figure of a man living in killing and dying in killing. Right. This is a figure suitable for me. He thought so self-mockingly. But even such a dirty me should be able to connect possibilities to the future. No, must connect. Gripping the steering wheel powerfully. His eyes were burning with a sense of mission at the end.