Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

The 49th time unit of the Covenant War, the sixth cycle, the galaxy controlled by the heretics, on the cruiser Holy Knight.

The methane storage room on the S deck was filled to the brim with all kinds of tin cans, and the lights on the top emitted a lavender light.

Anggo Yipipilu curled up in a ball and slept soundly. His feet couldn't help but twitch slightly, dreaming of his hometown in an extremely cold place.

His old father bent his waist and used a pickaxe to dig into the ice layer where methane was stored. When the turbulent methane gas spurted out, he used a glass jar that had experienced more than ten years to contain the gas. .

Pipiru, you will definitely be the pride of our village in the future. The pilgrimage needs young men like you. This was what the old father told him before he was taken away by a Sangheili warrior.

Pipilu's nose still remembers the refreshing fragrance of the tank of methane, and the extreme cold in his hometown is engraved into his bones.

Pipilu, why are you hiding here? Get up! The sharp voice of his partner Kakata rang in his ears, and he was suddenly awakened.

What? What happened?! Pipiru widened one of his eyes and said to him - the other eye was shattered by a heretical human bullet in the previous battle.

It's time to go, Lord Sangheili asked us to ride on the boarding vehicle with him. Kakata said as he ran out with short legs.

Pipilu shook his head and hurriedly followed him. What happened? Why do we need to get to the boarding vehicle?

I don't know. If you go late, you might get your head screwed off.

The two of them crossed this deck, took the ship's gravity elevator, and arrived at the hangar of the Holy Knight.

In front of the purple vehicle, two Sangheili warriors wearing black armor had been waiting for a long time. In front of them stood a row of Anggoi and a row of Zyg'Yar infantry.

The slow guys have finally arrived. One of the Sangheili warriors looked at Pipiru and Kakata with disdain and said, For the pilgrimage, all aboard!

These Covenant warriors boarded the vehicle in an orderly manner, closed the hatch, and then with a loud bang sound, the boarding vehicle was launched and rushed towards the human ship thousands of kilometers away.

Pipilu pressed his cheek against the cold and shaking glass, looking at the scene outside the window with fear: the fortress point defense guns on the human ships kept spitting out flames, and the dense shells smashed the boarding vehicles around them into pieces. There were clusters of sparks; those flat interceptor planes fought with the Seraph fighters in the vast space, pulling out streaks of blue and purple light; from time to time, human fighters leaked out and flew over the boarding ship. A group of tools, bringing out endless firelight.

He secretly prayed that the boarding vehicle he was on would not be destroyed.

Listen carefully, I will only tell you once! The black-armored Sangheili warrior opened his four-petal mouth and raised his head and said loudly, Our target is the 'sacred object' on the human heretic ship. This is' The precious treasure left to us by the ancient sages. If anyone dares to shoot randomly, the Sangheili warrior waved the plasma rifle in his hand, I will smash his head!

This Sangheili warrior has a monitoring compass hanging on his waist, and the pointer inside plays a navigational role in their search for the holy relics of the ancient sages.

Pipilu pulled the supply mask on his face, curled his lips quietly, and quietly expressed his disdain for the two Sangheili warriors who had been brainwashed by the prophet.

His old father hoped that he could shine on the pilgrimage, but after joining the army, Pipiru soon discovered that the so-called pilgrimage was crap. The holy prophets and the semi-clergy Sangheili warriors ride on the heads of their fellow comrades and dominate them, using them as cannon fodder on the battlefield without caring about their lives.

Pipiru is different from his companions who just sleep and breathe methane every day. He believes that there is some kind of sacred mission on his shoulders - to become the strongest warrior of the Anggoi clan and then lead the clan to get rid of oppression.

He touched the plasma pistol on his waist and showed a proud smile - when he got on the ship, he would let these proud Sangheili warriors know what cruelty means!

What are you laughing at?! The Sangheili warrior noticed the one-eyed Angoy, pointed at him and cursed, Don't shoot before boarding the ship, you idiot!

Pipilu stiffened, tried to straighten his rickety back, and shouted loudly: Yes, sir!

The Sangheili warrior turned his head, no longer paying attention to him, and turned to another Sangheili warrior and said: Brother Bell, for the sake of glorious promotion, please allow me to go to the heretic's bridge and seize this ship with the sacred object. Ship.”

Zar, if the prophet sees your bravery and loyalty, he will be very pleased. Bell patted his shoulder, I will send a Zyg Yar team to follow you.

No, brother, I want to enjoy this honor alone. Being with these despicable shield-bearing races will only tarnish the glorious tradition of our Sangheili family. Zar waved his hand, and the armor on his body creaked.

Bell opened his mouth and hesitated. He originally wanted to stick to his idea, but looking back on his brother's strong combat capabilities on the battlefield in the past, he still nodded in agreement.

Pipiru narrowed his eyes and felt that these two Sangheili warriors were really stupid.

What did you say?! Bell glared at Pipiru, raising his arms high as if to hit him.

What a tragedy, I accidentally said what was on my mind.

Ahem, sir, I mean, Pipiru rubbed his hands in a flattering manner, Those idiot humans will definitely not be able to stop your majesty, sir. As long as you stop there, they will definitely use the weapons in their hands. Throw them on the ground and kneel down to beg you not to kill them.”

Pipilu swore that he saw the Sangheili warrior's already broad chest become a little more bulging due to the poor flattery.

Well, it turns out that's what you meant. It's very good. Bell's tone was full of pride, But I still know the truth that 'one energy sword cannot fight against two plasma grenades', so you- He stretched out his hand Pointing his finger at Pipiru, Come with me as a vanguard and be the first to break into the human defense line and seize the sacred objects.

Ah? Pipiru's one eye almost popped out of its socket.

Stop talking nonsense! This is the honor I bestow upon you!

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Yongzhu Arsenal.

Captain Di is still awesome. Thanks to her, we can participate in this battle. On Tibetan Fox 5, Corporal Cecilia took down a can of C-7 foam explosives and stuffed them into his backpack.

The reason why the Covenant people boarded the ship must be, I think we will know soon. Sergeant Kelvin took off an MA5B assault rifle and hung it on his back, then took off an M45 shotgun and held it in his hand. He held it on his waist The room was filled with M9 fragmentation grenades.

The sergeant suddenly missed his old days in the Air Force, flying in the blue sky every day. If the planet he was guarding did not encounter rebels or Covenant people, he could live a few years without thinking - but he Not one to be lonely, he became a hell paratrooper.

No matter what those beasts are for, after this battle, I will——

Hey! Corporal Cecilia interrupted Tibetan Fox No. 4 loudly, Don't say such dangerous words.

The speakers above their heads made the static noise of the communication connection, and then Ellie's voice sounded, The Hidden Fox Team will report to the infirmary immediately.

Our job is here. Sergeant Kelvin pulled the bolt of his gun and said coldly.