Tratratra...
Suddenly the sound of several 50 calls being fired rang out as It did a hail of bullets Impacted my armored doors that got punctured through.
Though the only thing the mangled bullets that lost a portion of their kinetic energy managed to achieve was to rip apart my clothes and shatter my armored vests armor plates.
I looked over to the source of gunfire only to see a 2-meter-tall militant clad from head to toe In black advanced armor plates.
Hip firing his 50 cal heavy machine gun with the ammo belt connected directly to the ammunition box on his back.
Sir based on my scans these hostiles seem to be cosmic marines Imitations or In this case protypes.
Lilith declared In my mind.
"Yeah no s*it..."
I muttered under my breath while looking at the x-ray and Infro red mini-screens In my HUD view.
The f*ckers barely gave off any heat even up close while a mechanical exo skeleton was fused with their bones together with a dozen cybernetic Implants dotting their bodies.
Can you hack Into their microchips?
I asked as I expertly changed my mag Into a fresh one.
Negative sir they are completely shut off from outside Interference.
"This day gets better and better doesn't It?"
I scoffed to myself while calling out to my battle brothers through our connected AIs.
"Listen up, those f*cks seem to be our prototypes, so I say we show them what finished products can do"
I barked out loud as I grabbed my mangled makeshift shield stood up and started running to the f*cker while pulling my trigger nonstop.
"Say no more!"
"Die f*cker Die!"
"This too much f*cking fun!"
My battle brothers who were the same battle junkies as I was got flipped Instantly because they were having just too much fun.
Once I emptied my mag I pressed the release button causing the mag to drop to the ground while I spun around and flung my shield straight at the prototype.
Only to see the f*cker deflect It with a flick of his hand, the shield embedded Itself Into the nearby mud huts wall.
While I Inserted a fresh mag and started pressing the trigger once again as I closed the distance.
The bullets only left shallow dents as they ricocheted off the f*ckers body but I didn't care, by the time the prototype once again focused his machine gun's muzzle on me.
I slammed Into It with my body, causing the the thing to get flung away like a rag doll, after all, I weighed a few hundred kilograms.
So a normal human would be as good as dead then a few hundred kilograms ram itself Into him at 100 kilometers per hour speed, but then again the prototype wasn't a normal human.
I saw the thing stagger to his feet as he relocated his joints back Into their places, while snapping his unnaturally bent limbs back Into place with sickening crunches.
Finally, the thing grabbed his unnaturally twisted head and cranked It back to the front, seeing this I couldn't help but lick my canines as I grinned psychotically.
"Interesting!"
I muttered under my breath as we both leaped at each other.
The prototype delivered a right hook straight towards my face but he was too slow.
I ducked down and delivered an upper hook straight to Its chin causing It to stagger as It rose Into the air from the kinetic force generated by my punch.
When followed up with a kick to his right knee once it's feet touched the ground again which bent In a different direction with a sickening crack.
As the prototype lost Its balance I delivered a punch straight toward Its solar plexus, the armor plates on Its stomach shattered as my fist dug Into Its flesh.
Once I yanked out my black blood-covered fist I spun around and delivered a kick straight to the thing's head.
Everything happened so fast that the prototype couldn't react at all.
I looked at the prototype only to see him stand up again as Its facial and head's armor bloody pieces fell to the ground revealing Its rotten visage and shark-like black blood stained teeth.
"Graaahhhh!"
The thing raored as It lunged at me only for me to grab Its head with both of my hands while pressing my right leg against Its chest and with a powerful pull and kick to yank out Its head with Its whole mechanically augmented spine.
As I looked at the head that kept on trying to bite me the Image of my battle brother's head overlapped with the current one.
Why do I have the feeling that the unidentified pathogen Is a mutated version of whatever this guy has and whatever I have In my blood Is something In between?
I couldn't help but think In my mind only for the mini bomb Installed In the thing's head to explode all of a sudden.
"Tch son of a b*tch"
I cursed as I looked at my barely damaged hand while I pulled out a few bone and metal pieces that barely managed to pierce my skin.
"Weeb, Cezar, Fritz are you done?"
I asked as I turned around to see how It was going on my battlebrothers end.
"Yeah, these prototypes are just so so"
Airid holding the the prototypes ripped off arm said.
"I thought they'd last longer"
Cezar commented as he swiped his bloody combat knife that he looted from a corpse In the heat of a battle against a zombies field pants which In his hand looked like a pocket knife.
"Yeah I thought zombies should be carrier than that"
Darius remarked as he looked the prototypes heavy machine gun and ammo backpack.
"Well what did you guys expect we were made with late 21 st centuries technology"
I said while shrugging my shoulders.
"Anyways let's get our missions target already and get ourselves dead drunk and f*ck to our heart's content"
I said as I started heading towards the village's biggest building a three story brick house.
"Hell yeah!"
"That's more like It"
"S*x, d*ugs, and rock and roll!"
My battlebrothers voiced out their enthusiasm one by one.
...
In a dimly lit room decorated with 4D banners emblazoned with s*astikas and other n*zi insignia, an ancient looking figure sat in a wheelchair.
The room was filled with an array of medical devices, tubes, and monitors.
The a*strian painter, who looked like a fossil at this point, had a small, neatly trimmed mustache and piercing blue eyes that still held a trace of the ferocity from his youth.
A*olf H*tler, the F*hrer supposed a deadman himself, sat there, watching the live video feeds from the prototypes' helmets.
His bony hands gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, and his sunken eyes were fixed on the screens.
As the last video feed cut off, the man's lips curled into a sinister smile.
He shakily removed his oxygen mask, his breath ragged and wheezing.
He started to laugh, a sound that began as a low, guttural chuckle and quickly escalated into maniacal, evil laughter.
His frail body shook with the effort, and soon he was coughing up blood, but he didn't stop.
"Hahaha! Mein G*tt Kaiser is back from the dead just like he said he would!"
He rasped, his voice filled with triumph and madness.
"They thought they could kill him, but he has returned! And with my new army that I had prepared, we will reclaim what is rightfully ours!"
His laughter echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of the horrors of the past. The medical devices beeped frantically, warning of his deteriorating condition, but H*tler ignored them.
He was consumed by his vision of domination, his mind racing with plans for the future.