《The Hero Without a Past》Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Marching Through London
Advertisement
Finally, something we could get out teeth into. “Contact,” I barked. “Possible Sarnak sighting, info from Nanocloud.”
Doyle reacted with his usual decisiveness. “Alpha platoon, prepare to receive visitors. Positions, everyone.”
With practiced efficiency, forty soldiers and thirty Phoenixes sprinted from the trucks and took up positions behind cover.
Cover which was, mostly, too small to shield a ten-foot battlesuit. That was fine by me, if they were shooting at the Greyhound they weren’t shooting at the squishy soldiers.
I leveled my Mass Driver Rifle and began scanning the road.
Sarnak troopers turned the corner, led by one of their Sergeants.
Twenty of them, in formation.
This lot was good. They saw us and reacted instantly. Two fell into positions of cover and started firing, while the rest charged.
At me.
Seventy human combatants opened fire. Bullets and plasma smashed into the Sarnak, as I blurred into motion.
I saw the reaction the moment the first HEPAR shot smashed into a Sarnak. The trooper staggered back, stunned.
Got enough to let Donna hit him with a Boosted Shot.
My turn now. The Sarnak Sergeant was racing towards me, screaming….
Right into the crosshairs of the Mass Driver.
Firing the Mass Driver Rifle involves recoil. A lot of recoil. A lighter suit - like the Boar Armor - wouldn’t have been able to handle it, and I’d have been lucky not to topple over.
With a half-ton suit, though, the recoil feels - less. Just a bit of a jerk backwards.
For the Sarnak Sergeant, it felt a lot worse.
The round smashed into him, knocking him flat, with the force of a 1,000 damage blast.
SARNAK SERGEANT -1000 HP!
SARNAK SERGEANT DEFEATED! +1000 XP!
ONE-HIT KILL! VERY IMPRESSIVE!
FOR YOUR FIRST ONE-HIT KILL IN THE PRESENCE OF A GENERAL OFFICER, YOU GAIN RESPECT IN THE MILITARY.
Advertisement
+1 CHARISMA.
… does my power make any sense?
Whatever. It’s additional control points.
Focus, Andrew, mid combat here.
Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one who’d been distracted for a moment by the Sarnak Sergeant’s death.
The other Sarnak were, too.
Time to earn my keep. I swung the Mass Driver Rifle towards another Sarnak, this time a Trooper.
He didn’t even have time to react before I fired.
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
Shooting time…
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
The Rifle cycled empty. The magazine only held six shots at a time and I needed to reload.
After ‘hammer time’.
Out came my Lightning Hammer, and I charged.
POWERED CHARGE! SARNAK TROOPER -204 HP!
SARNAK TROOPER -106 HP! ELECTRIC SHOCK! SARNAK TROOPER -40 HP!
Another trooper charged in, trying to grapple with me… not a great idea with someone that much taller.
SARNAK TROOPER -106 HP! ELECTRIC SHOCK! SARNAK TROOPER -40 HP!
One of the troopers tried to aim his rifle at me. That deserved special attention...
DEADLY BLOW! SARNAK TROOPER -530 HP! ELECTRIC SHOCK! SARNAK TROOPER -40 HP!
For that matter, another was looking at me funny….
DEADLY BLOW! SARNAK TROOPER -530 HP! ELECTRIC SHOCK! SARNAK TROOPER -40 HP!
More Troopers closed in. They were trying to target my legs, possibly to trip me up. No worries.
I lashed out with a series of kicks.
SARNAK TROOPER -47 HP! SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
And now, a bunch of Sarnak had closed on me, trying to pin me down with their plasma rifles and combat knives. Too many, too close.
Sadly for them, this was something the tactical manual had anticipated.
Powerjump launched me twenty feet into the air. A minor expenditure of 100 MP.
Advertisement
Just far enough to land off to the side, giving the Phoenix a clear shot …. At a bunched-up group of nine Sarnak, all frozen in the open from trying to grapple with me.
Except for the one who’d been clutching my leg when I launched… he landed on the ground with me.
SARNAK TROOPER -137 HP FROM FALL DAMAGE!
Phoenix Company opened fire.
Plasma blasts slammed into the bunched-up Sarnak, roasting them in seconds.
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED BY ALLIES! +500 XP!
The notifications flew thick and fast, as the Sarnak died swiftly.
The one clutching my leg was moaning, but had the presence of mind to aim his rifle at a point which a man really doesn’t need heated up.
Can’t have that. I stepped on the rifle, and the hand holding it.
The sheer weight of half a ton of metal was enough to squash the rifle, the hand, and most of the arm.
The Sarnak Trooper screamed. Purple blood splattered all over my boots.
SARNAK TROOPER -226 HP! CONDITION INFLICTED: CRUSHED LIMB, BLEEDING!
“Put him out of his misery,” growled Doyle from behind me.
I shrugged, then smashed down with the Lightning Hammer. Once. Twice.
SARNAK TROOPER DEFEATED! +500 XP!
The ‘crack’! of the Hummer’s Mass Driver Rifle told me the skirmish was not yet over. The Hummer’s gunner had targeted one of the two Sarnak crouching behind cover, while a series of Boosted shots from Phoenix Company made short work of the other.
Twenty-one Sarnak down.
LEVEL UP! YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 12.
1 ATTRIBUTE BOOST AVAILABLE.
… been a while since I saw one of those….
Doyle walked up to me, frowning. “Belessar. Don’t play with them. Kill them clean and be done with it.”
“I wasn’t playing.” I reflected for a second. “Maybe it looked that way, but I honestly wasn’t.”
“... Fine, I believe you. Move out.”
Advertisement
- In Serial7 Chapters
Young bloods (WIP)
" So-called leaders prostituted their people to wars and abuse. They destroyed families, culture and economies; their hands dyed red by the blood of the children, the families trampled by their lecherous motivations and diabolical war machines. Trained and taught by the Revenants or rather “young bloods” from their war-torn world, we were going to build a better world for us and for the later generations, a world when there shall be no more wars waged over territory, a world where boys and girls can frolic around for all of eternity." -Sasha, Terutan regular army cadet. ‘History is determined by the victors, and here we stand transcended over those who abused us. History is filled with liars, broken promises of eternal prosperity and peace. The more things change, the more things stayed the same: ideology change, location shift but power will always find a place to rest its head. We fought and bled for the adults, the grown men and women who preached of us being their future, preached us of the freedom from tyranny and slavery; no wonder why we hated them so. History is determined by the victor, and there shall be no victors when we’re done.’- Yulia Bronskavya, Red Army Homeguard. As the first modern war came to a close in November 1st, 1918, rows of passed juveniles laid the battlefields. In the name of some royal fat cats or some shitty national leader, cruelty and crimes were committed against the weak and the vulnerable younglings; in other words, adults were assholes. Their deaths marked a new beginning, a new beginning in a strange and magical land that was and had only been dreamt of in stories and folk tale, they had arrived to Terruta. The first ones regarded themselves as Revenants, heroes who had been able to be reborn in this world and began their adventure to explore this strange foreign land. However, “every coin have two sides, like everyone have two faces”. 'As they left their former life behind, the young soldiers and operators found themselves being deceived, abused and taken advantaged off again by the elders of this world. Many were abused, tortured, raped and sold to slavery, Revenants were quite sought after due to their timeless charm, strength, intellect and immortality, they were unable to be killed no matter what; many were bought and used as pets, slaves and entertainers for their masters’ entertainment. Fed up with the similar treatment and abuse by the adults of this world, many revolted and founded ICC, International Cooperative Coalition.'-Sasaki Kotegawa, JSDF Private.
8 229 - In Serial75 Chapters
OP without wanting to be
Res van Coventry has a dream - a dream of a relaxing life thinking about the world and philosophy. That dream is crushed when a ghost from another world called earth possesses him. Now, he needs to share a body with a moron while trying not to get killed by kingdoms, crime syndicates, and other organizations. Without wanting to, he builds a revolution of street children from the ground up and dabbles in alchemy. All the while, Res tries to cling to his dream of a carefree life despite more and more responsibility. Come along on this light-hearted journey and just enjoy the ride. ***************** Warning: This book isn't your average OP Male MC novel, but isn't meant to have a completely flushed out world etc. When reading this novel, just let yourself be pulled in by the unique premise and have fun. ***************** The link to the discord is here. If you want to see all the 74 Chapters of this book and want to support me, you can head over to my Patreon. Thanks to everyone for reading my book. ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)
8 221 - In Serial93 Chapters
Rise of a Finance Minister
Robert Maxwell owned a global accounting firm, was a Nobel Prize winning economist, global economic consultant to countries around the globe, but he was dying of old age. Robert reincarnated as William vont Ballard, the third son of Baron Richard vont Ballard. Unlike his siblings, William doesn't want to be knight or wizard, instead he wants to be merchant and an accountant. However, the journey to fulfilling his new life goals continues to throw him twists and turns. Luckily, he finds time for his true passion accounting and economic consulting. Follow Robert on his journey to become the next Minister of Finance for the Kingdom of Fermion. Author's Note: I'm a new writer, so please be patient. I don’t own the rights to the cover photo, please let me know if you want me to remove it.
8 123 - In Serial67 Chapters
Cerberus Wakes
The Paramountcy made her. Now they want her gone. When a force of augmented soldiers successfully took down an enemy leadership cell for the Paramountcy in Power, Alex Marlboro, the gritty female commander of Team Cerberus was certain the perks and rewards would soon tumble in. But as their celebration was well underway, events turned macabre and twisted. The squad dissolved. Then one by one, team members went missing. Targeted. As deep tragedy struck her friends and loved ones, Alex was forced to confront the shocking truth about their patrons . . . But that was only the start. The chems that had kept them alive were cut off. She and the remnants of Cerberus had days to live before being eaten alive by their own bodies. Will she have enough time to uncover the invisible hands behind the murders and exact her revenge? This is a cyberpunk tale of betrayal, avarice, and vengeance, replete with hi-tech and low-lives.
8 197 - In Serial11 Chapters
Devour The Heavens
For a thousand years the heaves have been closed. Celestial tribulation lightning no longer falls upon the evil doer. Crimes are commited with no hope for justice. A world balanced on a knife's edge between the heavens and hells, teeters over the edge and threatens to fall. To save the world and make right the injustice in the world. Nero a foreign entity to the world itself commited to a campaign 300 years in the making. With his army behind him, he turned back the forces of hell to their final strong holds. The source of the world's pain lay almost within his grasp. Can he reclaim Galatea the sword that swallows the Heavens or will the world sink forever into the burning hells? Seventeen years after the heavens were closed demon plagues ran rampant. More Ian a young man and only survivor of the Red Vine plague that consumed his village is forced at gun point to climb a mountain. Up on the peaks of the Atlas Mountain range was the Atlas sect. A group of qi experts said to accept any student who can climb to the peak of a mountain and light incense sticks. With his past burning behind him and the sheer cliff in front of him, he makes the climb. The power of the heavens left on earth are waning. Powerful qi experts that once stood against the hells themselves and battle the legendary arch demons have become frail. A great power vacuum has been opened. The only question is who will fill it. Will the humans find a way to stand as equals against the demons, or will demon kind rule over humanity?
8 114 - In Serial12 Chapters
SWTOR: The Alpha Legacy - Mrysti 'Sick Games'
The second backstory of the SWTOR: The Alpha Legacy Series. The First Backstory detailing the one of the five major characters of the Alpha Pod on Corellia. And an overview of how Mrysti Bell (Alpha) De'nabre went from a child of the Jedi Orphanage to Dark Lord of the Sith in the Old Republic Era.
8 155
Prev Chap
Next Chap
Chap List
Boy
Girl
