Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

In the corridor on the top floor, an elite warrior wearing golden armor raised his energy sword high and shouted something.

Halsey plugged her translation software into everyone's communication channel, and after half a second the software whispered: Catch the intruder—but if anyone fires at the Holy Light again, he will be skinned alive! go ahead!

Dr. Halsey pressed the temples of his spectacles back behind his ears to listen to the murmur of the built-in translator. Crystal. She murmured on the channel. They want crystal.

Several groups of elite warriors dropped plasticine-like sliding ropes, and the ropes shone with an eerie blue light. They abseil down to the floor. Hundreds of Grunts screamed with excitement and jumped up and down. The gnolls followed their elite warrior leader down the rope.

What a piece of shit! General Whitcomb got up and patted Rebecca on the shoulder. Well done, paratrooper, I owe you my life. He turned to the communication channel and yelled: Pola Ski! Get down here as soon as possible! We need to retreat immediately!

Understood, Polaski replied, his voice carrying the calm, never-flinching manner of a Navy pilot.

Fred, Grace, and Anton turned around and opened fire on a group of Elites trying to land at their location, causing the Elites to fall to the ground, purple blood splattering on the floor.

Dr. Halsey stuffed the alien crystal into his coat pocket and knelt next to Kelly. She checked Kelly's vital parts on the PDA and shook her head, looking at John solemnly, She's still breathing. She needs help.

Let's not be rude, General Whitcomb growled. Welcome, Master Chief!

Straf all around, the Master Chief ordered. Concentrate the firepower. Spread out in delta mode. Move!

The Spartans stepped simultaneously to form a semicircle, assault rifles pointed outward. They simultaneously opened their weapons' safeties and fired. Behind them, Rebecca and the paratroopers took their positions, completed the semicircle, opened the safety of the grenade, and threw it at the enemy.

John stopped and looked at Kelly, then he picked up her limp body from the floor and put it on his shoulders.

The Covenant troops landed and closed in, but they did not fight back. Dozens of elite warriors were knocked to the ground by armor-piercing bullets that hit their armor, or by fragmentation grenades.

The gnolls who followed the elites down the rope jumped and landed in the center of the massacre. They stood in front of the elite warriors and overlapped the energy shields. This shows the typical psychology of elite warriors taking the lead to show off their power - they must join the battle first, even if it means paying the price of their lives for that honor.

Rebecca was more than happy to satisfy these fools' sense of honor. She threw whatever frag grenades she had left, and the Covenant flew into the air as she laughed and exploded.

The gnolls and elite warriors cautiously approached the Spartans who were strafing. Another line of Gnolls followed, adjusting their energy shields overhead to prevent grenades from being thrown into the middle of their line.

Polaski drove the troop carrier out of the hole in the ceiling, spiraled down, and slowly stopped one meter above the ground, which was covered with blue floor debris. The hatches on both sides of the troopship hissed open.

John handed Kelly to Fred, who had jumped aboard, and then helped Dr. Halsey and the general get inside. The Helltroopers and other Spartans jumped in through the second door. Sergeant Johnson and the Master Chief were the last to board the ship - as soon as their feet touched the gangway and their hands grasped the crossbar, Polaski accelerated and flew off the ground.

Rebecca watched the Covenant troops as the dropship climbed upwards. Thousands of them were running on the floor, crawling on the walls, crowding the corridors, everywhere. They look like a swarm of angry ants.

There was a painful cough not far away, and Rebecca looked there. Kelly slumped on the deck, a few wisps of smoke rising from the bullet holes in her armor.

The Master Chief was helping Dr. Halsey bandage Kelly. Rebecca walked over, wondering if she could help, but her eyes were attracted by a shining object next to Kelly - the crystal.

The crystal did not lie flat on the deck, but ignored the existence of gravity and actually floated up, with its sharp and thin end pointing to the ground.

Rebecca's eyes widened, What is this?

It's incredible, Halsey whispered.

Rebecca almost immediately remembered the crystal on the Yongzhu. They had many similarities, but she couldn't figure out what the purpose of these crystals was.

The Master Chief glanced at Crystal, Please take care of her. He said to Dr. Halsey, stood up and walked towards the cockpit.

The sunlight shining into the troop carrier gradually grew brighter, and it was flying upward into the hole in the ceiling. Rebecca took two steps forward, holding on to the bulkhead, prepared for the unexpected.

However, the troop transport slowed down and tilted forward, and the spacecraft returned to a horizontal heading.

What the hell? Cecilia shouted, Why can't the spaceship get on board? The purple light from the gravity beam in the hole became brighter and brighter, and it began to hurt the eyes.

It's the cruiser hovering above us, and its gravity elevator is forcing us back. General Whitcomb pointed to the display screen and said, Lee, climb to the side and fire two missiles toward the top of this pipe. Rocket.

Yes, sir, Lee replied, eager to rejoin the fight. He nodded to the general, grabbed a portable rocket launcher, and headed for the hatch.

The general frowned and shook his head, The rocket cannot rise one kilometer in this tunnel, but we have to try anyway.

The troop transport stopped rising, swung up and down on the spot for a while, and then slowly sank down the channel.

Lee opened the side door. Intense purple light from the gravity beam flooded into the ship.

Dr. Halsey took a sharp breath and Rebecca turned to see what frightened her.

For a brief moment, she thought the crystal was in a heap of shards. But it wasn't broken, not at all.

The sides of its upper half bloomed like petals, crystal blue petals undulating, the crystal opening wider as the ultraviolet light of the gravity beam hit them. Each surface rotates rapidly, forming a complex geometric pattern in the dance. The crystal seemed to reshape itself, emitting a cold green light.

Before Rebecca could figure out what happened to the crystal, Polaski's exclamation suddenly came from the communication channel: Holy shit. That destroyer is doing something. It hit it, my God!