Human Light Umbrella

Suddenly, a small piece of flying beast's stump stuck to the sealing window of the Condor like a flying insect killed by a vehicle driving at high speed.

But the unceasing impact quickly blew away the stump and the dark blue blood sticking to the window.

Then, the commotion caused by the detonation of the plasma bomb finally began to stop.

The blue light dissipated, allowing the crew of the Condor to clearly see three mushroom clouds rising over the city of Paris.

The centers of the three explosion sites have been completely crystallized, and within a visual radius of no more than two kilometers, they are completely reduced to scorched earth scattered with fine crystals.

The disgusting embryos and tentacle-like plants, as well as the few monsters lying on the ground who didn't bother to attack the Vulture, all "evaporated" and disappeared.

The things outside the range did not escape the catastrophe either, large areas of remnant buildings and tentacle plants responsible for assimilating the atmospheric environment were all destroyed by the shock wave.

Until now, there are still many areas where flames burn with the consumption of air with extremely low oxygen content.

As for the tall tower building far away from the center of the explosion and the absolute killing range, although it was severely damaged and crumbling, it at least survived.

After all, the target of the Condor was not it.

According to Robert's order, the crew adjusted the explosive yield of the three plasma bombs to the minimum. If they were the largest, one would be enough to wipe out Paris.

After completing the detonation order, the two pilots controlled the Condor to accelerate towards Paris, preparing to provide conventional fire support for the troops that were about to land next.

...

Over the southern sky further away from the city.

A flight formation consisting of Yugull, Pelican, large transport boats, and assault boats carried the 600-member 02rd Battalion of the Krieger [-] Regiment, and the [-]st Battalion of the Ninth Airborne Division with more than [-] personnel. Assault group, quickly approach the tower.

An assault boat on the left side of the formation.

The corporal, who was still sitting with his legs outside the cabin, was adjusting the pulse rifle in his hand, loading a fragmentation bullet for the 30mm grenade launcher hanging below.

Adjust the electronic components of the firearm again, hold it with both hands, and aim the muzzle at a scrapped vehicle wrapped in tentacles on the ground obliquely in front of it.

The helmet screen was locked, and the mechanical skeleton also assisted him in the calibration, indicating that the individual system is normal.

"Huh~—."

"Boom~..."

As soon as he lowered his gun, the corporal felt that the assault boat encountered a strong air current and heard an obvious explosion.

Holding the bulkhead with his right hand, leaning forward slightly, he leaned out of the cabin and looked north. He saw Paris where three mushroom clouds had already risen.

"Everyone in the third platoon is listening." The second lieutenant in charge of commanding their third platoon said in the communication:

"The flight formation is expected to arrive at the designated landing area in 6 minutes. The mission details have already been sent to each of your screens, so I won't repeat them.

Moreover, the latest news sent back by the superior said that Umbrella's Astartes completed the task in only 10 minutes. I don't force you to be as efficient as the Astartes, but I only ask for one thing, that is, all Let me live, do you hear me clearly! "

"Sir! Yes! Sir!"

All three platoons, including the corporal who likes to keep silent, replied loudly on the communication.

The voice fell.

The corporal retracted his upper body protruding from the cabin, held the rifle in both hands, and adjusted his breathing while looking at the dilapidated scene on the ground.

The projected 6 minutes flew by.

All the assault boats broke away from the formation, skimmed the ruins outside Paris at low altitude, and the scorched earth shone with crystal light, and reached an open area south of the tower.

The flexible and light assault boat dropped rapidly, and when it was less than five meters from the ground, the corporal and his comrades jumped out of the cabin.

"Tread!" Both feet landed steadily.

Holding the rifle, and through the clear vision provided by the helmet screen, the corporal observed the high tower thousands of meters away from them.

As if recovering from the plasma explosion, dense beast bodies poured out of the tower, forming a considerable army of beast horde.

"Tap! Tack!" Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire.

The corporal and his three teammates form a squad, which alternates with other squads belonging to the third platoon.

The assault boat that unloaded the airborne troops quickly rose to hover at high altitude.

The crew in the cabin controlled the pulse machine guns mounted on both sides, and cooperated with the Condor to provide fire assistance to the airborne troops in the landing area.

Thanks to the clearing of the plasma explosion and the fire support from above, the corporal and [-] paratroopers did not have to worry about being attacked by flying beasts at all.

Then arrived at the landing area, are all kinds of transport planes and transport boats.

Opening the rear hatch, unloading the main force of the 3rd Battalion and the 3000st Assault Regiment, nearly [-] people formed a formation, and easily suppressed the beast tide dozens of times larger than their own.

"Ta! Tat!"

And amidst the dense gunshots, the same crisp laser gun system was mixed.

Shining red ballistics filled the space between the humans and the beasts.

Shortly after.

The corporal crouched halfway beside a crumbling low wall.

He removed the empty magazine, put it in the recovery bag hanging on the back waist, and then took out a magazine and put it away.

When he stood up and passed the low wall, the high tower building seemed to be very close at hand, only a hundred meters away from him and his comrades in arms, and the number of beast bodies that prevented them from entering the high tower was no longer the same as before.

The corporal returned to the squad, ready to launch another offensive with cooperation.

"Di-! Di-!" But the unique whistle came from not far behind him.

!

Hearing this whistle, the corporal, who was originally calm, and his comrades in the third row felt a chill down their spines.

After several joint exercises, they knew what the whistle meant.

The corporal looked back over his shoulder.

I saw that the source of the whistle was a platoon leader Krieger wearing exclusive TPS power armor and a red helmet.

This Krieger held up the chainsaw sword in his right hand and swung it forward fiercely. Dozens of Kriegers carried their laser rifles on their backs, and also took off the chainsaw swords hanging from their waists, and launched a relentless attack towards the tower. Yan's charge.

At the same time, there were five Kriegers with Gauss machine guns and CMC heavy power armor squatting on the ground.

The small missile launcher placed on the back of the CMC is controlled and adjusted by two mechanical arms, and the elevation angle is aimed at the animal bodies gathered near the high tower.

"Shh! Shh!"

Dozens of small missiles dragged a slender white tail flame, leaped over the corporals and Kriegers, scattered, and landed directly on the group of beast bodies.

"Boom! Boom!" The flames and smoke from the explosion quickly enveloped them.

Before the thick fog dissipated, the platoon leader and Kriegers had already approached and rushed into it without fear.

"Om~!!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The sound of the fast rotation of the chain and the sound of the flesh being cut continuously came from the dense fog.

"..." This change stunned the corporal and his comrades.

"What are you doing in a daze!" The second lieutenant yelled on the communication: "Follow Krieger and rush into the target building, don't embarrass the Ninth Division!"

After shouting, the second lieutenant rushed towards the tower together with the five heavy Kriegers equipped with CMC power armor.

"Yes, sir!"

The corporal and the comrades in the third platoon also followed Krieger and the second lieutenant to charge.

Chapter 233 "So Can I Kill It Now Robert"

The corporal's third platoon, along with two other combat platoons from the [-]st Shock Regiment, followed five heavily armed Kriegers into the smoke of the explosion.

In the thick smoke, the ground was covered with rotten pieces of meat and limbs, as well as the animal body whose head was separated from the body, and the unique noise of chain rotation could be heard from time to time.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

When the vision of the helmet screen became clear, he found that the beast bodies gathered near the entrance of the tower were almost wiped out by Krieger's bombing and charging melee.

He also saw the red-helmed platoon leader Krieger, who was at the forefront of the crowd, dodging the pounce from a slightly larger animal body, and turned around sharply to use his strength to hold the chain he held tightly in his right hand. The saw sword swung towards the neck of the beast body.

"Stab!"

The high-speed rotating chain caused the sharp blade to violently tear apart the skin, flesh and bones of the beast, and the dark blue blood sprayed outward.

In the end, the red helmet platoon leader completed the beheading action.

"Boom...boom..." The head that was separated from the body fell to the ground.

The body still ran forward several meters due to inertia, before collapsing to the ground with a "plop".

Although Krieger's physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary humans, he is not an Astartes after all, and he cannot withstand the "death" increase brought by Thor's Hammer Power Armor.

Therefore, the paratroopers around could clearly see how the red helmet platoon leader killed the oversized animal body.

And its death means that everyone's path to the tower is unimpeded.

The red helmet platoon leader shook his right hand, shaking off the blood stains stuck to the chain.

Dozens of Kriegers put their chainsaw swords back on their waists, took off the laser guns attached to their backs, held them, and gathered beside their platoon leader with five heavily armed Kriegers.

After reorganizing the team, the red-helmed platoon leader brandished the chainsword and led the Krieger combat platoon equipped with heavy firepower, walking silently towards the blue-lighted entrance.

"Step, step." Only the sound of clear and orderly footsteps reached the ears of the corporal and a hundred paratroopers.

"Follow up with the third row." The second lieutenant said on the communication: "Many combat teams have already entered the target building, and we must not fall behind."

The combat group mentioned by the second lieutenant was actually the 3rd Battalion and the [-]st Assault Regiment. They were mixed and divided into [-] small combat units, and dispersed into the high tower to improve the efficiency of finding colonists.

The flying formation is outside, responsible for dealing with the remnants of Paris.

The corporal and others who received the order followed the Kriegers ahead and walked into the tower.

Walking in, it is a spacious arc-top hall, with tentacle plants growing in the corners of the smooth walls, providing light for this place.

At the end of the hall, there are several tunnels with a diameter of ten meters that can lead to the depths and upper floors of the tower.

With this architectural structure, the numerical advantage is no longer obvious.

So the red helmet platoon leader at the front of the team divided the battle platoon under his command into three teams of more than ten people, and the airborne troops who were originally three platoons also chose to separate.

The corporal and his comrades, working with a squad led by the red-helmed platoon leader himself, entered one of the tunnels.

Inside the tunnel, there are also glowing plants growing on both sides.

Everyone walked forward for a while and found that the tunnel as a whole leads to the upper floor in a spiral shape, and every time a certain distance is reached, there will be a new tunnel entrance leading to an unknown area.

"It looks like a heap of ants on the outside, but who knows that it's even more insane inside. It always feels like we have become like bugs." A comrade-in-arms said in a team communication.

"Indeed." Hearing the ridicule, even the taciturn corporal couldn't help but agree.

The space of the tunnel is not small, but this ant-hill-like structure does make humans feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, since they entered the tower until now, including all combat troops, they have not been attacked by beast bodies.

"You say, why does Krieger like to charge?" Another comrade changed the subject.

"I don't know why, but I know that the target of the death whistle is finally no longer us."

The comrade beside the corporal said with lingering fear.

In the large-scale joint exercise a year ago, UNSC was in charge of attacking and Umbrella was in charge of defense. Both sides were equipped with the same training armor and weapons.

The elite of their [-]th, [-]st, and [-]rd Airborne Divisions took an airborne pod out of the fleet for orbital airborne, and raided the rear of the Umbrella defense area, preparing to carry out harassment and beheading operations.

After they landed, they just entered the uninhabited town for training when they attracted the Krieg 01 Regiment stationed nearby.

At first, the airborne elites were full of confidence. After all, the difference in numbers between the two sides was five times.

But as the street fighting unfolded, the airborne elite found that the superiority in numbers was nothing at all. Whenever Krieger's whistle sounded, there would be the names and numbers of comrades in arms, and a reminder of "death in battle" would be displayed on the upper right corner of the helmet screen. …

It was a series of overwhelming reminders.

In the end, the 01 Regiment insisted on killing them all, holding them back until Umbrella's main force arrived.

Although it was only a large-scale exercise, the unique "death" whistle was deeply imprinted in their minds.

This is why the paratroopers felt a chill down their spines when the combat platoon of Krieger raised the charge whistle.

"Alright, all of you should be more vigilant. Not meeting enemies doesn't mean you're completely safe."