fynovel Chapter 450: Death Of Four
Chapter 450: Death Of Four
Chapter 450: Death Of Four
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[Where's Maharajah? He's not replying.]
Phoenix asked on the comms as she ran through a trembling tunnel.
Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and her feet were following a path laid out for her.
Unlike usual, she wore her augmented suit in its default look, not needing to be in her best form to face the Templars.
Besides, she didn't want the students tripping over themselves.
While they were considered adults at that age-thanks to factors like increased maturity, intelligence, and the shorter average lifespan of an Earthener-she still saw them as teens, their hormones often spiraling out of control.
[He's likely reached Elijah's cohort by now. His opponent could be giving him some trouble.]
She raised a brow at Aquila's response.
[Nah. Those Templar Deacons are too weak, no way he's struggling.]
A chuckle echoed in her mind.
[Who said it's just Deacons? Or only Templar soldiers, for that matter? But enough of that; we've only got ten cohorts left, so let's pick up the pace.]
Aquila commanded while checking the coordinates of the closest cohort near him.
Once he locked on to them, he added:
[Any of you see Emir yet?]
In response, all eight hunter-group leaders had scoffed in some way or another.
This question seemed to be frequently asked if one judged their reactions.
[I'm telling you, that punk definitely went straight for their base!]
[Haha! Exactly, fuckers like us always pull up to the factory!]
The fighting maniacs, Kremlin and Iron Reich, joined the conversation, loud as always.
They were currently in the middle of combat, Kremlin, a Brawler, smashing through the soldiers with his fists, while Iron Reich, an Arcanist, fired a minigun, tens of enchantments engraved on it.
Students ran away behind them, rushing towards the ruin's exit.
[I wouldn't put it past him...]
Red Dragon agreed, lifting a few pieces of rubble that trapped a student beneath and tossing them aside.
[And stop being too loud, German humor is no laughing matter.]
Lionheart chimed in:
[They're right though. Judging from the types of injuries I'm seeing, there are just too many of them. It's like they have a factory producing knockoff Celestials, even the highest-ranked Awakened are subpar.]
Despite the chaos around him, his tone was calm, almost indifferent.
He, unlike the other nine, remained at the entrance, healing the injured alongside those from the Academy and Second Life.
[And about Emir, if he's not at their base yet, which I doubt, he's on the way now, clearing everything out. Either way, you guys better be ready for whoever's left that sneak down here. They'll join those at the exit soon enough.]
A creepy laugh resounded.
[Heh... He always does like to make an entrance, doesn't he?]
Shinobi's voice was low as his scythe sliced through the air.
He was unseen among the ruins, only appearing to signal the arrival of death.
His Shinobi Shozoku allowed him to blend in seamlessly, leaving only heads and blood in his wake.
[But it's always the quiet ones like his little pale friend that you need to watch out for.]
Southern Cross joined in next, his voice gruff:
[Quiet or not, I'd rather see him in action than just hear about it... Fuck! I've seen one ability, and that was it.]
He wiped blood off his long sword with the back of his hand.
The muscles under his dirty brown hair tensed as he tightened his grip on the hilt.
[I WANNA FIGHT THE BASTARD SO BADDDD!]
Ignoring what appeared to be a usual occurrence, Kalahari muttered, her tone dismissive:
Aquila's words crackled through her mind.
She glanced at a small radar on her HUD and quickly replied:
[Alive, and a minute away from reaching the next cohort!]
[Great. We're almost done on our end.]
His voice was calm, but the strain was clear.
Not because he was exhausted, but because of failure.
There weren't any major defeats, true, but that didn't mean jackshit.
"Fucking rats!"
He stabbed his assault rifle forward, a long bayonet at the end of the barrel tearing through a
soldier's throat.
Blood splattered, and he kicked the soldier away, dropping him to the ground next to multiple
dead bodies with similar-looking injuries.
Aquila was saving his ammo as much as possible, using his gun as a melee weapon.
It was the best in the market, an HA415. Completely customized, with a short-stroke gas piston system, a full-length Picatinny rail on
top for an integrated digital optic, a collapsible stock, embedded LED indicators for ammo status, and a robust handguard with multiple accessory rails.
The man had certainly paid a pretty penny for it, and thankfully for him, it paid off.
Beside him, Professor Lang summoned an Aetheric Bulwark, shielding three frightened
students as they made their escape.
He stayed on the ground, performing chest compressions on a male student, even though he felt no heartbeat beneath his hands.
Lang repeated that motion for what felt like hours, silently begging for a miracle. For him to
come back to life.
But as Aquila fired his gun, taking out more soldiers, the student's heart remained still,
lifeless.
Right... a student had died. And he wasn't the first.
Two more had fallen before him-both girls.
The bullied one and her friend, the one who had stood up for her, the one who questioned
Emir about bravery.
It appeared that they had been left behind by their cohort.
Signs of battle littered the scene, evidence of their struggle. They had fought valiantly, but against a Deacon from Templar, their efforts were futile.
Though the HG leaders dismissed them as knockoffs, they were still Paladins and Knights.
The difference in sub-rank was more than those poor girls could handle.
After all, they were the same rank as Quinn-Elite.
They were burned alive.
Ironically enough, Iron Reich had found them.
He and Kremlin were now fighting side by side at the end of Aquila's tunnel, clearing a path
through the chaos.
Kremlin's fists shot out bright blasts of ice-cold Aether, each punch taking down multiple
enemies.
Meanwhile, Iron Reich's enchanted minigun roared, bullets flying in all directions, indiscriminately tearing through foes.
Those two did not care whether students had died or not; they were simply enjoying
themselves.
"Haha! These guys just keep coming!"
"Let's make sure they regret it!"