His eyes widened as he ducked to avoid the bullet, passing through where he had been in slow motion, piercing the car, before he fled from behind, stumbling.
He got up, a bullet piercing his knee, remaining stuck within. Rargnes screamed in pain.
"Rargnes?" Sengrar shouted with shock. "What happened?!" He hurriedly climbed up, stopping for an instant as he saw Rargnes crawling, his knee bleeding, which had spread to his jeans.
Sengrar grabbed Rargnes's arm and brought him near him before closing the door. Then, he immediately pivoted and grabbed the walkie-talkie.
"Damn! Retreat! Retreat! Noah got killed! Jean! Yurs! What's your situation?"
Silence.
Sengrar swayed on the truck, nervously waiting for an answer as he glanced at the bullet's shot. Rargnes might not be the strongest of their new group of about thirty—he never bothered to count—but after him and Jean, he was definitely between the top three and five. This bullet shouldn't have penetrated his leg. They even joked with their old gun, shooting around to the poker's looser when the game wasn't involving alcohol.
The truck's shaking crashed him to the right side. He got up with a groan and wore his helmet and chest plate. Sengrar occasionally glanced at Rargnes, still complaining about his wound, and helped him equip.
Then Sengrar kicked the truck's metal curtain, creating an outgrowth before drawing his sword etched with colorful runes and slashing. The sword turned blue, cutting it like butter as he made a void door.
Sengrar pushed Rargnes, who fell on the road, and Sengrar landed perfectly. He glanced around, swiftly dodging their group squad's other truck, noticing Jean and Yurs group each heading to a different location, surrounded by military men.
"Fuck!"
Numerous flash grenades were thrown, blinding them. Rargnes closed his eyes and heard explosions all around. He tried to get up, limping on his leg as he parried a mace's hit with his shield. The shield turned green, stopping somewhat the damage, but the force pushed him down.
'So strong?!'
That man was at this level! And he was already far above the Medieval Men's level! Back in the invader's world, they only feared the noble. Hope surged on his face as the military man, helmets hiding his eyes and ears, fell back.
A smog of white screen appeared. Rargnes cursed at the location where the military man had disappeared. His medieval helmet could help him resist strikes - and he would probably have stopped that bullet, too - but nobody wore such heavy equipment while resting. Now, his helmet - leaving only small lines of void before his eyes - made him pivot on himself constantly, trying to figure out where enemies would come.
A man came from behind with a mace and smashed his helmet. Rargnes fell heavily, his body spasming in shock. Then, multiple figures rushed at him, making him from all parts as he couldn't move. His consciousness fell as his helmet was deformed.
Sengrar was casting his gigantic spells in all directions, attacking enemies and allies alike. He charged through the smoke and found himself face to face with dozens of men armed with submachine guns who fired at him.
Sengrar moved his hand and formed a shield of green, blocking the bullets on his chest, getting hit on the legs, and damaging his armor.
He continued through the hundreds of cartridges falling on him as mere pieces of metal. He yelled in pain. These weren't typical bullets! He charged and screamed from the pain of the cartridges hitting his legs, penetrating slightly, their impact forcing him to fall back slightly while he approached them.
The soldiers dropped their machine guns and picked up maces. They charged towards him, several at once, bombarding him with blows.
With each blow crashing into his armor, Sengrar seemed to suffocate. On his right, he saw RedStar being led, tied up, and unconscious into a van.
He tried to strike, but his hands were caught by a soldier whose strength was more significant than his own!
He widened his eyes, an air of disbelief on his face. "No... it's not possible... not now...!"
A presence came from behind and knocked him out.
Jean was still fighting with a few of his men - slowly collapsing under the enemy attack. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. Thankfully, he never allowed his men to remove his armor, even while traveling. That decision, which had made him face complaints, still seemed to be of no use.
Before him stood a few tens of military men, each with strength in their top 5. He cursed as he saw Rargnes's body - who had sucked so much energy from finishing collapsed enemy thanks to his ability to flatter Sengrar - getting taken together with Sengrar.
'Leaving their booty to their chief, huh?!'
So it meant the strongest still wasn't there. And yet... a mace smashed at him after his team collapsed.
Yurs watched the scene from his truck, a hillock farther away, ordering his squad to keep going.
Only two trucks and 5 people escaped.