Chapter 137: Fiery Explosion
One unfortunate Lord caught a depleted uranium round straight on. The entry wound was the size of a fist. The exit wound? As large as a basin. The intense heat of the impact—over 6,000°C—charred the edges of the wound instantly, leaving no blood to spill. As Ava's fighter swooped back up, two more jets flew over the battlefield. Each carried a massive, square payload suspended by steel cables.
Boom! Boom!
The moment the jets reached the center of the battlefield, the cables released. The heavy objects crashed to the ground with thunderous force, shaking the earth. Soldiers on the wall felt the vibrations beneath their feet.
Ka-ka-ka-ka...
Mechanical whirring followed as the massive objects unfolded. The soldiers watched, stunned, as two towering machines, each eight meters tall, rose from the ground. The sheer size of these Goliath rivaled the height of the defensive wall itself. From their vantage point, the soldiers could see the back of the Goliath' heads—or rather, the missile launchers mounted there. "What... what are those?" Scott stammered, his voice barely audible over the chaos. He could no longer make sense of the battlefield. It wasn't his to control anymore.
The tide of battle had shifted entirely, taken over by a new force. Minutes earlier... Before the arrival of the mechanical army, Scott and his forces were locked in a desperate struggle against the horde. Meanwhile, within the Base, a bloody massacre was unfolding. Kane's mutant thugs, aiming to secure his escape, slaughtered soldiers and survivors with cruel efficiency. The once-secure airport was now a scene of carnage. Blood painted the tarmac, and bodies were strewn across the runway.
Kane's men worked quickly, dragging the corpses aside to clear the path. "Move it! Get those bodies out of the way!" Kane barked, his eyes darting nervously toward the distant sound of gunfire. Nearby, a group of terrified women in flight attendant uniforms huddled together, their eyes filled with despair. They were Cheng's bargaining chips—his "currency" for survival. "Get those women on the plane, now!" he shouted. In the distance, the hum of engines grew louder.
Boom! Boom!
The sonic booms of approaching jets echoed above, drawing Kane's gaze upward. He watched as the aircraft flew toward the frontlines. "They're from NYC City," he muttered, recognizing the sleek designs. "Idiots. They're flying straight to their deaths." He snorted and turned back to his men. "Hurry up! Clear the runway! We're leaving!"