Inhuman Warlock Chapter 96
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They needed to injure Lucifer before he could attack them; otherwise, it was going to be dangerous.
"You also start firing at him!" he said to the pilot, commanding him to use the weapons of the helicopter as well.
The helicopter had a rocket system since it was a military helicopter. It also had rapid-firing guns at the bottom. As the missiles took more time to fire than blindly shooting from the rapid-firing gun, Flourance chose the guns.
Among the three helicopters flying, only Caen's helicopter didn't have a weapons system since it was a different one that was especially brought to carry the heavy cage.
The first and the third helicopters were the only ones that had weapons, which was why Caen didn't simply blow them up himself.
Flourance didn't wish to delay the attack for even a second, but that in itself was already too late as before the ones inside the helicopter could even move, a massive lightning bolt appeared before Lucifer and flew straight towards the helicopter.
It was one of the biggest lightning bolts that Lucifer has been able to conjure since he had woken up with the power of black lightning, and it came just at the right time.
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Black lightning twisted and turned as the lightning bolt flew straight towards the main rotor of the military helicopter.
The powerful lightning bolt hit the rotor blades. Even though the helicopter was made to somewhat resist the lightning from the weather phenomenon, the Black Lightning of Lucifer was much more destructive than regular lightning.
While the normal lightning was damaging, it was useless against the helicopters that the APF was using. Even the systems in the helicopter were made to resist the lightning surcharge; however, the designers never thought about something like the Black Lightning of Lucifer.
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Rather than just hitting the helicopter's main rotor and disappearing, the black lightning entirely broke the main rotor of the helicopter. Even most of the systems of the helicopter were fried, which included the weapons system.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Loud beeping noise filled the helicopter, and smoke started rising in the sky. The helicopter started falling down on the ground, slowly gaining momentum while losing control.
The balance of the helicopter was also broken as people found it hard to keep still. Some people held onto things while some unfortunate ones fell outside, unable to save themselves.
The screams of the one that fell echoed in the ears of the others, scaring them. They held even more firmly.
"Are we going to die?"
"Sigh, after fighting so many bad and powerful Variants, I didn't know that I would die because of a ten years old kid."
"Same, bruh."
The Variants started talking amongst themselves as sadness and uncertainty filled their hearts.
Some prayed for themselves to survive, while others started remembering the happy moments that they spent with their family.
' I'm sorry, my dear daughter. It looks like daddy won't be able to come home.' One of the Variants thought as he thought about his nine years old daughter.
"If I was going to die, I'm glad that I am with you all in my last moments," Another Variant said. "Thank you for being my friend in this life. I hope we can meet in the next life as well."
"You bastard, you are happy that we are all dying with you? If we weren't dying, I would have killed you myself." Another man joked around, hiding his fear of death.
"Oh, holy god. Forgive us for all the sins that we might have committed. We are coming into your embrace." One of them even started saying his last rites.
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Flourance's face twitched as he heard the inauspicious words of his team members.
'Just what fools have we collected in the delta squad?' he thought, frustrated.
He walked over to a shelf on the side and opened it.
"Shut up, you idiots! How can you think we won't have parachutes? Now stop talking nonsense and take these," Flourance told everyone as he started bringing out the parachutes.
He threw them to everyone. "We have enough of these here. Take these and jump out. None of you shall die in my watch!" He commanded.
Tears of gratitude appeared in the eyes of some members as they took the parachutes. They had never been as grateful to Flourance as they were now.
"Thank you." They all thanked Flourance as they wore the parachutes and jumped outside one after another.
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The first guy jumped out with the parachute, thinking that he was saved.
"Thank you, god, for saving my life. I promise I will never stop believing in you," he said as he smiled gently.
His face soon turned pale as he saw a black lightning bolt coming towards him.
"You useless god! You only helped me so I could die even more painfully?" He yelled, enraged.
"Aaah!" A pained scream left his lips as he was hit by the lightning bolt. He died instantly as the light in his eyes disappeared. His bleeding lifeless body continued falling down.
In their gratefulness of finding a way to survive the crash, the variants had forgotten that the real enemy was still outside, waiting to kill them like they were his hunt and he was the hunter.
Lucifer was flying, emotionless, as he saw the Variants jumping out of the helicopter one after another. It was more like an aim practice for him since he did have long-range attacks that could kill the enemies instantly.
The third helicopter has already turned back and left for search since Flourance has commanded an independent search. They didn't know what was happening behind them.
Only Caen had stayed behind, watching Lucifer toying with the Delta Squad.
There was a fascinated look on his face as he watched everything before him. He was amazed at the events that had transpired. It was as if Lucifer was actually playing with the powerful Delta Squad.
Only one word came out of his lips, "Amazing."
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