Chapter 209: Chapter 153, The Death of the Interstellar Warrior_2

Aside from the three of them, with Schneider in the front and Matins a bit behind on the flank, the two former champions of the Phoenix Battle Group, now the strongest individuals in hand-to-hand combat within the battalion, sprinted towards the Orc Warlord.

Their speed burst to an extreme in an instant, following the bombs, as they charged at the Orc Warlord.

Nearly all the bombs hit the Orc Warlord.

His ultra-heavy armor, which not even a space warrior’s grenade gun could penetrate, failed to inflict direct damage on the orc chief behind. Yet, with dozens, if not hundreds of bombs, the diamond-tipped projectiles clinking against it unrelentingly, he still felt a significant impact.

Not to mention, the bombs would explode a second time, causing additional damage.

After nearly a hundred miniature explosions, even the toughest flesh and thickest armor could not help but become dizzy and uncontrollably staggered backward.

During this time, his body, far stronger than that of an average space warrior, was still capable of counterattacking at the critical moment.

He struggled to lift his spear and fired forward without aiming.

In a split second, about a dozen large-caliber bullets fired off.

The power of this weapon’s caliber was certainly no less formidable than that of the grenade guns in the hands of the space warriors.

More crucially, even though he didn’t aim, the narrow terrain was fair to everyone. The space warriors were not small in stature either.

Two-thirds of the bullets still hit their targets.

Schneider took four hits, with his thick, curved shoulder armor deflecting three, but one still penetrated where the shoulder met the chest armor.

There was armor there too, of course, but it was relatively weak and the bullet struck at a good angle.

This shot injured Schneider.

But his stride only faltered for a moment, then he continued to rush forward without any reduction in speed.

Behind the two men, one of the most unlucky brothers-in-arms took two shots to the helmet.

He grunted and fell to the ground. Three or four men from the Storm Corps tried to pull the fallen warrior back but failed to succeed.

Even with their strength enhanced to T3 level, far surpassing that of an ordinary person, three or four men could not hope to drag a fully-armed space warrior.

At this moment, Matins and Schneider had both reached the front of the Orc Warlord.

Schneider took a slight leap, raising his striking position, and his combat knife accurately stabbed into a fissure where the orc’s armor joined.

It pierced through.

Schneider could hear the Orc Warlord let out a deep roar of pain, evidently hurt, and his body was even brought to the ground by the force of Schneider’s thrust.

But this only incited the orc’s ferocity.

His metal-coated arm bent inward, and the autocannon mounted on his wrist aimed at Schneider.

With one more pull of the trigger, a storm-like barrage from the autocannon would unleash countless rounds in an instant, all of which would hit Schneider at close range. Even with his powered armor, he could not avoid serious injury.

But at that moment, Matins arrived.

His chainsword struck down hard from the other side, hitting a weak joint on the arm, with the chainsaw’s power turned up to the maximum, sparks flying. He felt a massive resistance but gritted his teeth, pressing down hard with the chainsword.

A moment later, the gun-mounted hand was severed.

Schneider was somewhat unsatisfied.

Matins indeed saved him, but in his view, this was also a wasted opportunity. If Matins had chosen a more lethal spot, it might have been possible to kill this formidable foe directly. Although he would pay for it with serious injury or even death, the calculation under his cold combat will deemed it still worthwhile.

However, Schneider said nothing about it, not because his life was saved, but because at this moment in the fight, the slightest change could be the difference between life or death.

The Orc Warlord had only lost an arm; he wasn’t dead yet.

Without his spear, the brute still had a massive cleaver welded to his other hand.

The greatsword suddenly slashed toward Schneider, and Schneider freed one hand to seize its arm, wrestling with it, while his other hand tightly gripped the dagger plunged into his battle armor, drawing it outward along the trajectory of force, aiming to enlarge the wound, hoping to reach vital organs.

At the same time, Matins, who had lopped off the hand of the Orc Warlord and was covered in blood inside his helmet, lifted the chainsaw once more; this time, he aimed for the neck, the fleshy part. The gap between his heavy helmet and his breastplate was the best point of entry.

However, the entire battle process, though extremely swift, did have its delays.

When the massive body of the Orc Warlord fell, the enemies who had been blocked behind had a clear line of fire to launch their attack on the two of them.

The crude firearms in the hands of individual orc brats could be temporarily ignored. Although the firepower of the green-skinned guns was generally high, it was unrealistic to expect to injure a star warrior with just a few shots.

But the weaponry in the hands of the killer cans was different.

The multibarrel autocannon opened fire.

Schneider was hit several times, which affected the strength of his grip on the green warlord’s arm. The large, ruthless sword slashed across his lower back.

Chunks of his tough armor were blown away, blood splattered.

The flesh-tearer still planned to pull out the greatsword for another blow, aiming to completely sever the shrimp can in half at the waist.

But at that moment, Matin’s chainsaw sword arrived.

The fury of the Phoenix Battalion Leader was immense, all vented through that one sword strike.

With the burst of firelight, the chainsaw tore through the gap between the helmet and the breastplate, the enormous volume of blood spurting out due to the motion of the chainsaw, like a fountain.

Just as Matins had previously severed the Warlord’s forearm, this time he also cut off the opponent’s head.

Immediately afterward, Matins didn’t check on Schneider’s condition but pulled out his chainsaw sword and, despite the fire from the killer cans’ autocannon, charged forward.

The killer can seemed slightly larger than the Orc Warlord and bore a range of frightening close-combat weapons. However, in terms of armor strength and power output, it couldn’t compare with a genuine Orc Warlord. Moreover, with the confined space limiting movement, its combat effectiveness was further reduced.

Matins, in his rage, had also been injured by the autocannon, but still quickly dismantled the orcish walking mecha.

At the same time, the other two star warriors also charged out, and the three began a frenzied slaughter of those orcs who lacked the cover of heavy equipment. In the narrow space, the three were like highly efficient killing machines, and those green-skinned brutes had no power to fight back against chainsaw swords and combat blades.

The elite soldiers of the Storm Corps at the rear wanted to help, but they found it unnecessary when they raised their guns; the green-skins they targeted often ended up slain the next moment.

The soldiers looked at each other and, in the end, lowered their weapons.

Better to stand down and avoid friendly fire.

But in truth, the star warriors didn’t kill that many green-skins at the entrance.

After another twenty or so were dead, the remaining live orcs had all fled.

Orcs weren’t always endlessly courageous, especially after the death of their leader, their morale would collapse, and they would flee.

The retreating green-skins ran, all the while bellowing some language. Although it was hard to understand, one could guess they were saying their boss was dead.

Matins, panting, did not lead the charge out.

He was furious, but still rational.

In this place, they could utilize the terrain to kill countless green-skins. Out there, in the open, they couldn’t withstand dozens of killer cans and armed trucks to annihilate thousands of orcs.

They could only retreat, dragging Schneider and the star warrior wounded in the head to safety.

At this moment, the noise from outside also became audible.

Having lost their strongest leader, the green-skins predictably showcased their traditional skill—beginning to fight amongst themselves.

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One more chapter to come tonight.