Chapter 53: Four gods in Mech Armors
Julian and the soldiers he assigned dashed forward, Julian moving more swiftly.
The other soldiers behind him held their guns very tightly, their hands close to the trigger, ready to release at any given time. There were a lot of activities happening in that short run.
Julian swerved to the left and right occasionally, dodging bodies of dead soldiers. When he stole glances at some, he saw toothless corpse, some with their eyeballs out and most with a battered face. If this went on like this, they would surely lose a lot of soldiers. He decided he had to act fast.
Running with his kind of speed, he was soon at the front door of the building. A kick had sent it, open, a slight hesitation before... He knew he would be facing a lot, but he wasn’t so scared as he was bulletproof with the mech armor he had on. He was sure the other soldiers would be too..
The door reeled back. Julian was surprised it was still there, he had been expecting it to come off after all this brutality. Rolling on the floor, Julian dodged some bullets and a soldier somersaulted right over him, sending bullets from his gun into the mouth of a soldier who didn’t know what was about to hit it.
The others became alarmed and they exchanged glances, their hands quickly going to the trigger of their guns. But then, before they could fire, Julian had stood up, firing at them all before they could blink. They all slumped to the floor, except one though, who was acting tough, trying to stand after all the bullets.
Julian smiled. Well, since he became the Galactic Knight, he didn’t give fucks. And right now, well, he didn’t give a fuck also. The soldier tried to shoot, Julian decided to let him shoot. At least that would be the only thing he accomplished before he died. Julian watched him shoot.
Clank! The bullet met him by the chest. Julian smiled under his helmet, he grinned and then, before the soldier could comprehend what was about to happen, Julian flew right into him, sending, with just a single punch, all of its teeth away.
Julian had wanted to do the usual brutal killing – pressing the soldier head and stuff but before he could move his body, the soldier slumped to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth.
Julian was genuinely surprised. A punch of his to the side of the jaw?, how was this possible, was his punch this thick? He decided to look at soldier very well. He was sure dead, with a twisted jaw and the stuff that carried his teeth well out. Damn! Dead as fuck! Julian left him and returned to the line of fire. They were in a place that looked like a hall. By the looks of things it led to other places.
The hall stretched wide, lined with thick metallic walls that bore the scars of gunfire and explosive force—dents, scorch marks, and splashes of blackened blood. Overhead, long strips of flickering blue lights buzzed with uneven energy, casting harsh shadows that jerked a bit with every movement. The floor was matte-black steel, cracked in places, and littered with shell casings, broken visors, and limbs.