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Chapter 151 - Death before Dishonour!

Time: 2 hours into the war (30 minutes before the bombing)

Location: [Motherbase]

POV: Agent A01-2

I walked with my fellow agents to the rapid launch system, the dark being like a blanket surrounding us, all of us know that today will be our last. Yet we don't mind, instead, we are proud, proud to able of use for our Marshall's ideals! I entered my pod and saluted my fellow brothers in arms of the A01 team. The doors closed soon after, ''T-minus 30 seconds remaining'' the system of the intercom sounded. ''Agent A01-2, your target has been changed to Andes Complex sector H08, an unknown enemy is threatening evacuation efforts, do you accept this change?'' My commander said to me, I responded with a nod, ''Change accepted, Flightplan changed, estimate flight time... 15 minutes.''

I closed my eyes as I slowly started to feel like needles being put all over my body. I felt my muscles gain mass, my senses heighten and my ability to think improved to a point where I was having issues coping with it. ''Relax, let your subconscious take over that which you cannot handle, you can focus on only one thing and that is to... fight!'' Zulu our commander said to us all. I closed my eyes and fell asleep...

''ETA 1 minute and 30 seconds!'' the computer aboard woke me from my sleep. I quickly regained my wits and was fully able to grasp my new abilities, together I also sensed a fire burning deep inside. A fire as big as my heart burns, yet I can sense its strength dwindling, 'My life essence?' I thought to myself.

I curled my hands to a fist,

'Marshall, you have under all odds defied heavens.

As one individual you lit the road for mankind, warding off all who opposed.

Under your battle cry, a million men assembled ready to go to Hell and back for you.

Under your banner people rallied and under your banner, you have brought light to their worlds...

Under your ideals, you have fought ill the end. Humanity is precious, humankind is precarious, humans are unyielding, you know that humans are destined for greatness even when brought to their knees...

You used your very life to have them able to achieve that greatness.

So guide me, Marshall, for when I join you in Hell, for when I join your one million-strong army!

Guide me to ward off all those who oppose you!'

I unclenched my fists and readied myself mentally and physically to fight to the very end!

''Impact in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0!'' A hard shock was felt throughout my body. ''Opening Capsule'', the doors opened and ejected me outwards to confuse the opponent. I braced my legs for impact, making a massive crater in the concrete. ''MAY THE MARSHALL ACCEPT YOU IN HIS LIGHT!'', I ran towards the weird alien creature who just pulled out a machinegun from his chest, next to him was a red skull cut in half. Ramming into him I broke Large parts of his chest.

''How dare you puny human damage the great Bhrista the Conquerer!'' The alien shouted as he held his chest with his arms while retreating. Soldiers were shocked, as the mask I carry is an infamous mask related to the Marshall's army, an organization no one can locate. It's a normal white skull of a human but two demon horns are painted on it as well, representing the army of Hell!

I fired my heavy-duty 45 MM autocannon carried in my armour's right arm. Big thud sounds would bellow as another empty shell casing falls on the ground, The shells impacted the beast using my heightened senses and strength, causing massive gashes on his skin but it wouldn't penetrate deeper.

The alien was enraged, and used some sort of energy to shoot a laser beam right into my armour, ''Warning, user energy shielding is overheating, 10 Seconds until detonation.'' my armoured suit system warned. But after 5 seconds the beam weakened, ''Oh this human can withstand highly focused Qi that long.'' the alien remarked as I reloaded the 45MM clip. ''Those that threaten the world are punishable by death, those that threaten the Marshall are punishable by death and those that threaten the Marshall's ideals are punishable by endless torture followed by more torture and more and more and more until you believe you are already in Hell!'' I sprinted towards the alien pushing my 45 MM autocannon right against his abdomen, an awful sound of bone being crushes and flesh being torn through are followed by a burned smell.

''These shells are imbued by my very life essence! *Cough* and a bit of depleted uranium technology..., BUT 99% my life essence'' I laughed to myself, but to the Alien it sounded like the laugh of a tyrant. ''Fool!'' he laughed, I didn't understand what was going on but his flesh and bone grew back wrapping around my cannon. 'Detach' I commanded the armour.

My arm felt only slightly lighter, I grabbed my Glave and prepared for battle, putting my right foot forward as I steadied my weapon, but before I noticed A deep cut was made in my arm, 'He's fast!' I drew my glave into a circle around me to push away if he was close.

I closed my eyes and let my life essence flow into my eyes. Soon I saw his fire on my left and swung my glave right at it. I cut into him deeply, sadly it still wasn't enough, letting go of my weapon I started covering my life essence onto my fists.

''Oh, I have never seen this type of energy before'' He remarked before a sign of horror came over him, ''IMPOSSIBLE! YOU CAN'T EXIST! HUMAN MAGI WENT EXTINCT EONS AGO!'' My fist slammed right into him and I let loose of my life essence control causing it to flow into the alien destroying every cell in his body.

When the alien finally fell down dead I saw my life essence being only 1/50th of what it used to be before. I felt my body get heavy as I fell onto my knees, 'It seems not controlling it worsens the consumption and as a direct result your age. I pulled off my mask and looked at the glasses reflection, looking back at me was an old wrinkly face with grey hairs.

I stood up with my last bit of strength and saluted the soldiers, after which I turned around in the direction of the attacking army, ''IN THE MARSHALL WE TRUST! BHRISTA THE CONQUEROR IS DEAD!''