Nova felt along her armored suit and grabbed a bomb of immense power, staring intently at the bio-monster.
At this moment, the bio-monster charged towards her quickly. As its power decreased rapidly, its speed naturally slowed down after being slashed dozens of times by blades. Finally it opened its big mouth and kept roaring.
As a top level five warrior, would Nova miss this opportunity? She swayed left and right twice, pounced fiercely to a position about 20 meters away, and accurately threw the bomb into the huge bloody mouth.
A muffled explosion sounded, the giant beast froze for a moment, then crashed to the ground.
"Ha!" Nova stretched out two fingers excitedly and made a gesture of victory.
Just as she caught her breath, she heard Rex and Wilkins shouting in unison: "Get out of the way!" as they dashed madly towards her.
If she had reacted to their shouts and got out of the way, she would have definitely escaped with her life.
However, at this moment she was stunned and turned her head only to see a strange giant beast rushing towards her like a bullet train, with an astonishing speed.
Preoccupied with close combat, neither of them dared to activate the radar shield for fear of affecting their vision. This bio-monster had already sneaked within 200 meters before being discovered.
In the instant Nova turned around, the bio-monster had already approached within 100 meters. With a flash of red light, it opened its huge mouth and instantly froze Nova's entire armor and body into ice, which was then shattered by the gale.
"The liquid hissed!" Rex and Farrow shouted together.
This extreme cold surpassed the Thunderstorm Armor!
Rex had told Wilkins before that there were many strange beasts, insects and even silicon-based life forms in the universe that used their unique physique to spew extreme cold, flames, electric plasma, energy spheres and other attacks against their enemies. This was nothing unusual.
On Earth there were species good at flexibly employing chemical substances, like electric eels and bombardier beetles. How much more so in the infinite vastness of space?
However, the fact that the Rasillions could turn the beasts before them into bio-weapons indicated they had made major new advances in biological research.
This monster was obviously not a species they had published on their military networks. This giant beast had an extremely fast moving speed comparable to some Earth mechas.
"Fall back!" Rex suddenly jumped up and pushed Wilkins away, roaring as he rushed forward with his long sword.
The creature's speed exceeded 100 km per hour. There was no chance of escape. Plus its attack range exceeded 100 meters, their probability of survival approached zero - he might as well stake his life rather than abandon his only subordinate.
Seeing Rex charge over, a hint of profound cruelty flashed in the giant beast's eyes. Its speed was almost faster than lightning. Rex couldn't dodge it as the several dozen centimeter long fangs bit towards him.
The armor couldn't withstand it at all. Rex's waist was bitten into two sections. His chest cavity was swallowed by the giant beast in one gulp.
It almost didn't realize Rex was determined to die. As he charged over he was grabbing armed explosives ready to detonate.
The bombs exploded in the brute's throat...
Its defensive strength was unknown, but even such a fierce impact didn't knock it over. It just staggered a few steps before recovering its balance, with eyes fixed intently on Wilkins.
Rex had pushed Wilkins about fifteen meters away. Looking up, he witnessed the captain's death in time. His mind roared like thunder, with eyes turning bloodshot. He violently twisted sideways, continuously rolling swiftly and grabbing the sword Rex had dropped.
The monster pounced on Wilkins but didn't hit him. It suddenly whipped its head around, chin slightly open as blue light coalesced and spurted out.
This action came faster than lightning, catching Wilkins off guard. With his current abilities he simply had no hope of dodging it. Death had stealthily arrived.
Wilkins was scared out of his wits, feeling his heartbeat nearly stop. But at this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, then swiftly expanded.
Somehow, he could now clearly see the trajectory of the streaking blue light, as if it had slowed down.
No! This wasn't his vision! He felt the rapid flight path of the blue light slowing down!
It was a strange feeling, like an ultra slow motion video - not only able to discern the rolling changes of the blue sphere, but even catching glimpses of the energy ripples produced by its supersonic rotation.
Wilkins bent his legs forcefully. The armor made an overloaded sound, instantly erupting with tremendous power. "Bang!" He leaped five meters sideways, the blue flash grazing past and crashing thirty meters behind into the ground, turning a radius of ten meters into extreme cold rubble.
Wilkins' face twitched slightly. If the distance had been within ten meters, death would have been certain.
There, frustrated by two failed attacks, the monster lashed out razor-sharp talons forcing Wilkins to leap diagonally left.
With the opponent's slowed speed, Wilkins' jump allowed him to dodge the claws. He stepped right to evade another attack.
Two continuous steps, as if finding a rhythm, harmonizing a mysterious cadence. In the rhythm Wilkins felt a strange change occur in his movements, becoming exceptionally incredible.
A thought emerged in his mind. Could this be what Master meant by martial arts completely fused with spirit, the legendary ride the wind - a unique state only the peerless experts above level twelve possessed?
It was said some level twelve and above experts accidentally entered the ride the wind state at the brink of death. In the brief few dozen seconds before it disappeared, never to appear again.
Other than the Union's number one expert, Alastair who truly grasped ride the wind at level thirteen martial arts, no one could randomly trigger this state.
The agility of a breeze, the ferocity of a gale!
In that moment, Wilkins' speed suddenly increased by over thirty percent. His whole silhouette became blurred, movements increasingly unfathomable. In his mind everything became exceptionally clear, even his inner force flow became smoother!
Those ruthless military evasion methods engraved into his marrow were casually strung together by him, yet produced astonishing effects. In four seconds, he leisurely strolled between nonchalant flips and turns, easily dodging several fatal attacks.
Exhilarating!
He had never experienced such comfort before. He was eager to throw his head back and loudly roar out this extremely gratifying emotion.
But he did not forget - this was the battlefield.
After evading another blue light attack, he suddenly spun around, speed like lightning as he rushed below the giant beast. He emitted a frenzied howl. Relying on the armor's jumping power he fiercely jetted up seven meters, raising the long sword high and viciously stabbing into one of the monster's eyes.
The slender blade stabbed deeply into the bone below the eye socket. Wilkins held tightly onto the sword hilt, hanging below the bio-creature's eye.
This monster struggled in tremendous pain. Out of primal instinct, it violently thrashed its massive head while swiping a claw at Wilkins.
Wilkins let out a cold laugh. His agile legs nimbly pushed off the monster's cheek, adding momentum for a graceful somersault!
Missing Wilkins, this blow instead hammered the embedded vibro blades deeper into its skull.
Undoubtedly this was major damage. The beast lifted its head emitting a long miserable wail.
"Die!"
Wilkins roared fiercely, picking up Rex's fallen sword. Leaping up again, he spun twice midair, utilizing the spinning force to viciously stab the sword into the base of the monster's ear.
Finally, the creature staggered a few steps before crashing thunderously to the ground.
Wilkins heaved a long sigh, gazing at the mangled corpses of several comrades. A desolate sadness welled up in his heart.
Yet this was the battlefield. There wasn't even time to gather and bury their corpses. He instinctively activated radar, glancing roughly to discover nearly twenty red dots five kilometers away, quickly closing in on his position.
"Damn it!" He cursed, swiftly turning to locate his sniper rifle. He also took two armed explosives from the shattered armor, rushing into a trench sprinting for the opposite bank.
If there were only one or two pursuers, the complex terrain could help Wilkins eliminate them. But facing so many enemies, the narrow valley left him with no place to hide.
Now, surviving was no longer a consideration in this goddamned war - only killing more Rasillions, to avenge his fallen comrades.
Evading the claws, moving at top speed.
After a successful ambush, there seemed to be no more pursuers across the trench. Maintaining extreme velocity, Wilkins raced toward the height they had previously reinforced. Once he retrieved the supply cache, he could kill even more monsters!
However, Wilkins celebrated too early.
After charging over the trenches, sprinting five kilometers, a red dot appeared seven kilometers to his front left - with astonishing speed, reaching 100 km per hour!
To attain such land speed required either a level seven or eight master, or just one thing: a mecha suit, possibly even piloted by a level eight or higher!
Wilkins' heart pounded violently. On this relatively flat terrain, even with his superlative ride the wind evasion, survival would be hopeless against the imagined mecha.
Wilkins was already cursing the eighteen generations of Rasillion ancestors in his heart.
He was indeed very annoyed.
Scattered globally, even the scattered hundreds of thousands of troops meant just one enemy per thousand plus square kilometers. Yet somehow, dozens of enemy units plagued their area - was it just bad luck or did the brutes have some tracking method?
Thinking of tracking, Wilkins' heart shuddered violently.
Tracking? Their widely dispersed individual defense lines - unless command had betrayed them - left the Rasillions just one means of tracking them.
If so, then the armor's continuous contact signals had become positioning beacons!
Realizing this, Wilkins promptly cut off all communications. Disregarding battery drain and physical wear, he also set the armor's temperature regulation higher.
In the dusk, Halo's surface still lingered around 38 degrees high temperature. Wilkins wiped his forehead in vexation as he brooded. Despite his suit's cooling system, the damned heat remained stifling.
To maintain combat performance, the armor auto adjusted to around 23 degrees - optimal human comfort. Such conspicuous temperature difference formed a clear signal to track foes and allies.
He set it to 38 degrees, making the armor's exterior temperature match the surroundings.
Such extreme high temperature overburdened electronics and accelerated fluid loss - but Wilkins' tactic saved his life. Seconds later he watched excitedly as the chaser five kilometers away began losing his trail, wandering blindly.
"Just as I expected!" Wilkins accelerated joyfully.
However, in the meantime, the mecha-like thing had closed distance to three kilometers. With high resolution cameras it discovered Wilkins' silhouette.