Chapter 210: Chapter 154, I saw it

Interstellar warriors are not invincible; there are too many strange and terrifying things in this universe.

Actually, if those greenskins had been a bit more strategic and, in particular, if that leader Tear Meat hadn’t been so impatient to lead the charge, but instead kept sending murder cans with ordinary greenskin kids or even fart spirits to consume the ammunition and pave a way, and then had Tear Meat lead enough troops for a decisive, final blow, Matins and the others’ ultimate fate might have been total annihilation.

Ultimately, there were too few interstellar warriors, and their weapons and equipment were too light infantry-oriented. If they had had more heat guns, plasma guns, heavy explosives, or micro heat bombs, or if they had traded their combat blades and chainsaw swords for power weapons…

Perhaps the battle would have been easier, and the cost not so great.

The two fallen interstellar warriors lay quietly on the ground, while the remaining three huddled next to them.

The elites of the Storm Corps did not dare to come close; they naturally left space for these superhuman warriors.

Today’s battle, after those who had undergone Mr. Gu’s special training and felt strong, clearly recognized the gap between themselves and the real superhuman warriors. Without these five interstellar warriors, relying on themselves alone, they probably would have been crushed like chicks by that Orc Warlord.

However, even such powerful demigods have their moments of death.

The warrior who was shot in the head had breathed his last. The first shot from the large-caliber machine gun had deformed his helmet, and the refined ceramic steel material could not withstand such a bombardment; the second shot went through the helmet whose defense was greatly reduced after deformation, causing fatal damage to the brain tissue.

Schneider was not yet dead, but…

If they had had a Pharmacist and a Dreadnought Mech, he might have been able to change his identity, find a new way to continue living, and keep fighting for The Emperor.

But they had none of these things.

Schneider knew what was coming. He understood the condition of his body better than anyone else.

With half his waist sliced open and multiple vital organs destructively damaged, the fact that he had not yet died and was even temporarily conscious was already a testament to the robust vitality of an interstellar warrior.

He lay half-reclined on the ground, his helmet long since removed, and the fresh blood bubbling from his mouth soiled his beard and half his face.

Yet his expression was very calm.

In contrast, Matins and the other two Phoenixes appeared much more sorrowful.

It was then that Schneider spoke up, “Why such a look?”

His voice was weak and strained. Excessive blood loss and organ destruction had allowed a great deal of blood to fill his lungs, making even breathing difficult, let alone speaking.

But from his voice, one couldn’t hear too much pain; he sounded very calm.

The warriors beside him did not speak, nor did they stop Schneider from continuing. Logically, since he was nearly certain to die, they felt it was only right to let him speak his last words.

“Don’t look so sad; isn’t this our destiny? Is there really any interstellar warrior who can serve a certain term and retire peacefully? Dying on the battlefield is our inevitable end; it comes for all of us eventually.”

“My only regret is that I won’t get to see the revival of our war group.”

“Matins, to be honest, I have never accepted you as the leader of the war group. I’m stronger than you, more ruthless, more decisive, more like a tough warrior, yet the leader chose you to succeed him. Even now, it still bothers me.”

“Since you became the leader, I’ve disagreed with almost every decision you’ve made. Sometimes I genuinely thought those decisions were indecisive and weak. But other times… well, I admit it was just because I couldn’t get over it, intentionally opposing you, like this time coming to Rage Owl Star to seek help from Mr. Gu.”

“On our way to Rage Owl Star, we encountered so many worlds where no one truly wanted to help us. This was one of our few options. Although Mr. Gu doesn’t even have full control over his own world, and although this world is so barren, at least everything started to look hopeful.”

“Now that I’m about to die, I must confront my inner feelings and tell you honestly: I acknowledge this Mr. Gu; I believe he really can help our war group to revive.”

“Matins, I know that since we’ve arrived at Rage Owl Star until now, we’ve already lost three brothers, including myself. This might shake your heart, after all, you’ve never been one to hold steady. But I need to tell you, don’t waver, don’t hesitate. Since we’ve made our choice, we must stand firm and keep going.”

“I…”

Matins was at a loss for words.

The person who knows you best is your competitor, and he had to admit that Schneider had indeed seen into his heart.

He did feel lost and shaken.

How long had they been on this planet? Merely two months, yet three out of seven brothers had died, including Schneider, a warrior even more seasoned than himself.

The problems on this planet were far more severe than he had anticipated. A native Evil God who had already fallen into Hell, an orc tribe that had produced a Warlord… these enemies were ones he had never considered before arriving at this star.

With things continuing this way, could the four remaining members of the war group endure until the moment of Revival City’s rebirth?

What if Revival City’s rebirth never arrives, and the war group perishes here?

What he hadn’t expected was that the person urging him to stay resolute would be Schneider.

They say that a man’s final words are often his good ones, and perhaps these were Schneider’s true thoughts.

But why had he undergone such a change? Matins wanted to ask, but he was somewhat afraid to speak.

Schneider, however, seemed to see right through to the thoughts in his heart:

“I’ve seen Mr. Gu’s troops, that army under his command. If he was able to train such a formidable army in such a short time, with heroes inside it that even I have to acknowledge, what’s not to believe?”

Matins remained puzzled.

Schneider was right, but those so-called brave soldiers… truth be told, in their long history of fighting, they had seen many such units of elite troops from various empires working together in combat.

Is it really that significant?

The blood-covered Schneider, however, revealed a faint smile. He struggled to raise his hand and gestured with a crook of his finger.

Matins leaned down, bringing his ear close to Schneider’s mouth.

Between the movements of his lips, Matins heard news that shocked him:

“I’ve been to that Secret Research Institute in Weixing City, I’ve seen… many black boxes.”

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Although a bit late, this chapter has still made it!

Our goal of 160,000 words for May has been achieved!

But I’ll have to take a day off tomorrow, the company notified us of overtime tonight, and it looks like it’ll be a busy day.

I’ll make up for the missed days in the following two days!