Translator:
Sean88888
Editor:
Elkassar1
An hour later.
Sheyan was already slightly panting. He was in a rather sorry state, with flesh and blood all over him, but fortunately, most of the flesh and blood belonged to others.
He had only two real injuries. The first one was on the chest, made by a Dark Templar’s vicious warp blade. The wound dragged nastily from his left shoulder all the way down to his lower right abdomen. The Dark Templar must have been anticipating the cut to split his opponent in two, but it unfortunately only caused such a wound on Sheyan.
Sheyan’s muscles wriggled and grew rapidly, trying to mend the wound, but there was still some residual force of the warp blade on it, so it was healing rather slowly.
This injury was a result of Sheyan’s carelessness. He had dueled a large number of Dark Templars previously, so he thought he knew them well, but he found that he had underestimated these Dark Templars. They were veteran Dark Templars who had undergone the baptism of fire and blood on various battlefields, completely different from the new recruits.
Of course, the moment the Dark Templar managed to get a solid hit on Sheyan, Ronnie had instantly appeared behind him like a ghost. His lethal weapon that glowed blood-red pierced through the Dark Templar’s black veil, slicing his throat. Warm emerald green fluid had splashed about, filling the air with a slightly pungent smell.
Sheyan’s second injury was on his head, very close to his eyes. Blood had coagulated on his eyebrows, making his face look even more menacing. This injury was acquired when he tried to help an ally. A heroic Zergling had swung its claws down on his head and swiped away a large piece of his scalp, together with the hair. His skull was even visible through the wound.
This wound must be washed with clean water to remove the corrosive energy left by the Zergling’s claws, or it would have a hard time healing.
There were only eight members remaining of the original fifteen-member squad. Besides Sheyan, Ronnie, Ramtas, Kyrgyzna and Pontin, there was also a Marine named Zengi, another Marine named Queiroz, and a Medic, Annie.
The Protoss and the Zerg seemed to have come to a certain agreement. Both sides had devoted a part of their forces to hunt Sheyan’s group down. Enemy troops came at them one wave after another in succession. First, it was the Zerg troops, then the Protoss troops, then the Zerg troops again… They were mechanical, brutal, and unending, not giving Sheyan’s group a chance to catch their breath.
Sheyan’s squad was currently recuperating on one of the higher floors of a tall building. They silently sprayed medicines on their wounds and bandaged them up. Sheyan looked towards the distance, then broke the silence.
We’re moving in the right direction. Take a five-minute break, then get ready to move out.
After that, he turned to Annie.
Do you want to get stronger?
Although Annie was exhausted, her eyes still gleamed with excitement as she nodded earnestly. At such a time, no one wished to die, so everyone wished to rapidly grow more powerful.
Sheyan walked up to her and spread open his palm. A brown crystal about the size of a pea lay on it. It slowly dissolved into smoke right there on his palm and seeped into Annie through her nostrils.
One would grow stronger the quickest by experiencing intense battles of life and death. Furthermore, there was a hack like Sheyan there who could strengthen them with the spirit crystals dropped by the enemies.
Therefore, all the surviving soldiers were at least elite level now. Sheyan had also consciously directed more resources towards Annie, the sole surviving Medic. As long as she could grow to become a heroic unit, they should be safe as long as they did not encounter the Queen of Blades herself.
Having inhaled all the smoke, Annie trembled, then suddenly passed out. Sheyan seemed to have expected that. He instantly grabbed her and held her under his arm, then turned to the others.
Let’s go.
By this time, Ronnie had silently connected a sliding rope to another building next door, then motioned for them to slide to the other side. Rope-sliding so high off the ground may seem dangerous, but for trained people, it was no big deal.
However, when it was Sheyan’s turn to rope-slide over, a Hydralisk suddenly burrowed out of the ground as if it was a planned move. It pushed through the metal plate on the ground and spat at the rope up in the air.
Meanwhile, a Mutalisk approached from the air too. It fluttered its wings vigorously to overcome the force of gravity as it spewed its spores at Sheyan.
These two creatures had obviously been lying in wait to prepare a deadly trap for Sheyan!
In that instant, all the Marines applied their Stimpacks, no longer concerned about the consequences. With bloodshot eyes, they focused fire on the Hydralisk below, blasting it into a pool of blood and pus within three seconds.
However, the Mutalisk’s acid spores had already snapped the tough sliding rope apart. Sheyan was still more than 5 meters away from the opposite building!
Sheyan flung Annie, whom he was carrying, away. The force he used was just right for Annie to land on the opposite platform. Annie rolled several times after landing and did not appear to be hurt.
But because of the throw, Sheyan dropped even faster towards the ground hundreds of metres below. The trap laid down by the Hydralisk and Mutalisk seemed to have worked. The elite Mutalisk roared with joy and dove lower so as to better witness its enemy splattering into a bloody pulp with its own eyes!
But Sheyan suddenly vanished while in mid-air. When he appeared again, he was already on the back of the elite Mutalisk!
That was the teleportation ability on the ring ‘Entanglement of Victory’! Sheyan did not forget to point out a direction to the others who were staring wide-eyed from the top of the building, gesturing for them to leave first. Then, he clenched his fist and slammed it down on the Mutalisk’s head! At the same time, he clamped his legs hard.
The strength he exerted with his legs was extraordinary. He instantly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking. The elite Mutalisk screamed in agony, but the scream was soon cut short by the green fluid gushing from its mouth. Sheyan’s rock-hard fist slammed down on its head, sending down one punch after another. The creature’s skull had most likely cracked after experiencing those punches.
These punches were for the purpose of causing as much pain as possible to the Mutalisk, so that its simple brain could not function properly and could only act according to instinct. Otherwise, if it came up with a bad idea like dying together with Sheyan, Sheyan would be in big trouble.
From a third person’s perspective, the Mutalisk flew unsteadily in the air as if it was drunk. It got closer and closer to the ground as its strength waned.
In this instant, a weapon with an intense blood-red glow was forming on Sheyan’s hand that was wrapped around the Mutalisk’s neck! It was Evil Sword Apophis!
When the Mutalisk flew closer to the ground than it had ever been, Sheyan rolled off its back. The red glow on Evil Sword Apophis was so dense that it seemed like it was dripping blood. The head of the Mutalisk suddenly flew to the sky. Dark green acid sprayed out of it like an out of control faucet of a fire engine. Its head had been chopped off by Sheyan!!
Sheyan stood up slowly after falling to the ground. His gaze seemed indifferent, but upon closer scrutiny, one would notice the burning determination hidden within.
For he had seen a squad of Protoss troops that was approaching slowly from the other end of the long street.
Among the Protoss troops, Sheyan even saw some familiar armours. They had fought side by side before this, but they were now enemies who had to fight to the death! Sheyan’s eyes finally settled on an extraordinary-looking Dragoon which had six long hydraulic legs…
Tochego.
The heroic Dragoon, Tochego.
Sheyan stared long and hard at Tochego, and Tochego’s mechanical compound eyes stared back at him. After a few seconds, both sides moved at the same time!
A string of photon projectiles exploded at the spot where Sheyan stood a moment before. Even after the dust settled, the flowing plasma at the bottom of the pit the projectiles made was still dimly visible. Electric charges leaped up like freshly-caught fish.
At least twenty powerful Zealots rushed at Sheyan at an orderly pace, their momentum akin to an army of thousands! Fortunately, Sheyan had already dashed into an adjacent building. The sounds of things crashing came from inside, as if the building he had rushed into was a ceramic shop.
The Zealots were about to rush in too, but a huge metal plate spinning at a high speed came whirring towards them from the inside. The few who charged at the very front were instantly sent flying back, while the rest kept moving forward without breaking stride! However, the moment they stepped into the building, as if they had crossed an invisible barrier that did something to them, all of them bent down and gasped for breath while blue liquid dripped down from their masks at the mouth!
SARS was finally spreading among the Protoss, baring its ferocious fangs!
Sheyan was feeling exhausted too. After landing a successful hit, he instantly turned around and fled, not stopping there for a moment longer than was necessary. He had only just caught his breath when he suddenly felt an intense heat coming from somewhere nearby. A part of the metal wall was rapidly dissolving into red-hot molten metal. After that, a blinding flash of white engulfed him!
The attack came so abruptly that Sheyan only had enough time to protect his head with his hands!
