Chapter 159: Last Stand; Race Against Synchronization Program!
Nation of Grinwall—Rhemon City—Green Rhemonic Land
The battlefield in Rhemon City had turned into a brutal, unrelenting war of attrition. Abdel, his body battered and bloodied, fought desperately to hold the line. His once-strong voice, which had once rallied their forces with commanding cries, had turned hoarse from exhaustion.
His feet felt heavy, his vision blurred. Every swing of his sword was a battle with his own collapsing strength. The weight of his responsibility pressed on him like a thousand tons, and though his body screamed for rest, his mind would not allow him to stop.
He knew what was at stake. If he fell, Ms. Caldwell and Mr. Thompson, who were fighting behind him, would surely fall as well. The thought of their demise was enough to keep his limbs moving, even if it felt like he could no longer feel them.
His palms were raw, bloodied from gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly, but he no longer had the strength to care. He fought with the fury of a man who had nothing left to lose but everything to protect.
Rhemon's agents, like a never-ending tide, poured onto the battlefield with no regard for their own survival. For every one that fell beneath Abdel's sword, two more seemed to take its place, each more relentless than the last.
The battle felt like a twisted version of the myth of the hydra—each agent slain only made room for more to emerge. And yet, despite the crushing weight of this endless onslaught, the agents kept coming, more fervent and determined than before. It was as if they were willing to die for Rhemon, to serve as nothing more than cannon fodder for his twisted purposes.
They had no chance of passing the synchronization program, but they fought and died as if they believed it was their sole purpose in life.
Abdel's sword cut through another agent, but his body was starting to give way. His arms were numb from the constant battle, each blow a struggle to maintain the strength to lift his blade.
His focus was slipping, his stamina draining faster than he could replenish it. Still, he pressed on, knowing that the fate of the green Rhemonics and the defense of the Rhemonic Lands rested in their hands.
His heart ached as he saw the captured green Rhemonics, imprisoned in metal cages.
They were bruised, battered, and barely conscious, but they were alive. The agents had made sure of that. It wasn't out of any sense of mercy—no, the agents were simply ensuring a constant flow of test subjects for Rhemon's horrific Synchronization program. The thought of these innocent beings being used in such a vile experiment twisted Abdel's gut, fueling his resolve even as his body screamed for release.
Just as he thought he might get a moment of reprieve, three more agents rushed at him, batons raised. Abdel cursed under his breath, the words almost inaudible over the din of the battlefield. "Just die, you insane bastards," he muttered, bracing himself for the next assault.
But even as the words left his mouth, he knew there was no stopping this fight. Not now. Not when everything was on the line.
Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the warzone, Ecdy and Nymff were embroiled in their own deadly battle. If it had only been the agents to contend with, the fight might have been manageable.
But this level 3 Agent, the elusive and terrifying foe— wielding ice weapons that sliced through the air with deadly precision, made the battle more treacherous than ever.
Each moment of distraction, each lapse in focus, meant the difference between life and death. They had to be constantly on alert, never allowing their attention to wander for even a second, or else one of those icy blades would find its mark.
Nymff's agile form darted between shadows, each movement fluid and swift, but even she could not escape the constant threat of the cunning level 3 agent's attacks.
Every time she stepped forward, a shard of ice would shoot past her, narrowly missing its target but leaving a trail of frost in the air. Ecdy, too, was on edge, his normally calm demeanor now a mask of sheer determination.
His every movement was calculated, each strike aimed at keeping the agents at bay while protecting his partner. But even they couldn't escape the crushing pressure of the situation.
The forces of Rhemon were overwhelming, and despite their best efforts, it felt like the battle was slipping away from them.
The green Rhemonic lands—their home, their last bastion—were on the brink of falling, and there was little they could do to prevent it.
They could hear the faint crackling of destruction in the air, the sounds of distant clashes and battles still raging in other parts of the camp. They knew, deep down, that if they didn't hold strong, if they didn't keep fighting, the Green Rhemonic legacy would be extinguished forever.
Amid the chaos, Abdel's sword rose once more, its edge gleaming with unwavering defiance. His resolve burned brighter than ever.
There was nothing left for him but this fight. He would stand tall, hold the line, and if it meant sacrificing his life to protect those who depended on him, so be it. Rhemon's dark influence loomed over them, suffocating everything in its shadow, yet as long as they breathed, there remained a fragile, flickering chance to push it back.
The battle wasn't over. Not yet. Without warning, a Level 4 agent charged at Abdel, his baton aimed at his upper arm. Abdel moved to block, but as his muscles tensed, a sharp pull of pain reminded him too late that he had nothing left to give. His defense faltered, and the baton struck with brutal force.
The impact sent Abdel crashing to the ground like a ragdoll, his body crumpling in a heap. He hit the earth with a thud, his limbs heavy, and immediately his eyes fluttered shut- like a battery drained to its last drop of power, unable to function further.
There was nothing left. He simply awaited whatever would come next, his body and mind exhausted. The agents closed in on Lhize and Lhaze, who were on the verge of collapse themselves, drained and powerless.
Ms. Caldwell and Mr. Thompson, sensing the escalating danger, exchanged a grave glance. With Abdel being handcuffed and dragged off to join the caged Rhemonics, the situation was dire. Things were about to spiral out of control.