Chapter 16: 13. Fight to the End (2 in 1)
Over time, the battle situation rapidly intensified.
Skeleton Hounds slowed down the speed of the reconnaissance squad's retreat, while the vast Skeleton Ocean surrounded them, trapping the squad in a fierce battle with the fearless undead spirit and deadly Bone Swords.
Noland Lee, as a Sin Soldier, stood at the forefront of the squad against the enemy.
On his left and right sides were Imperial Soldiers, behind him was an endless stone staircase, and in front of him were Skeleton Warriors with hollow, soulless eyes and eerie purple lights radiating from their skulls.
Not only did he have to maintain the steady line and slowly retreat upward, but he also had to be vigilant against the attacks of the Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds.
It could be said that he was multitasking and operating with his hands and feet all the time, with no room for mistakes.
One second, he swung his Engineering Hammer, smashing the head of a Skeleton Warrior.
The next second, he had to thrust the handle of the hammer to block the bite of a Skeleton Hound.
If he wasn't careful enough to keep up with the enemy's attack rhythm, his legs, arms, and abdomen would be cut by sharp bone swords, spilling his blood onto the ground and walls.
Blood seeped out of the narrow wounds, staining his Sin Soldier uniform, flowing down his clothes and trouser legs, filling his shoes, soaking his socks and the soles of his shoes.
The problem that came with it was slippery feet and unstable weight.
As for the dizziness and tinnitus caused by blood loss, it seemed like the death knell ringing in his head, echoing, echoing, until death.
Noland Lee couldn't remember how many times he had swung his Engineering Hammer, nor could he estimate how much blood he had shed.
His vision began to blur, beads of sweat hung on his eyelids, and waves of blood loss-induced daze attacked him.
He kept swinging his Engineering Hammer in a low growl, responding to the enemy's aggression with his body's instinct to survive, allowing the pain of torn wounds to accumulate in every corner of his body.
He felt as if he was on a vast, boundless battlefield, surrounded by endless enemies on all sides.
He was like a flatboat sailing on a vast ocean: either grip the oars and fight for survival or, float along with the waves and leave everything to fate.
I can't die here, my journey as a Traveler has just begun.
Noland Lee shouted in his heart, forcing himself to be more mindful, but within three or five seconds, he fell into a state of spiritual collapse due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion.
"Hold on! Support is coming!"
Corporal Mars used the butt of his gun to deflect the blade in front of Noland, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back from the edge of falling.
"Chief Officer, there are too many enemies! We need to do something!"
A soldier in the team called out:
"Sin Soldier No. 888 did a great job of awakening the undead and killing some of them with us... but after all, he's just a Sin Soldier... I mean... it's time for Sin Soldier No. 888 to respond to the call of the Empire and accept the mission bestowed upon him by the Empire!"
Hearing this, Noland suddenly felt uneasy.
The so-called "mission" was nothing more than throwing him to the Skeleton Warriors. He would use the large amount of Biochemical Bait on his body to hold back the enemy and ensure the safe withdrawal of the reconnaissance squad.
If this scenario were to happen, Noland felt there was no chance of survival, and he would undoubtedly become a puddle of mud torn apart by the Skeleton Warriors.
He struggled to raise his engineering hammer and hit it on a Skeleton Warrior's skull to prove that he still had the ability to fight.
However, due to excessive weakness, his hammer only made the Skeleton Warrior stagger a little, without flying the skull.
Noland felt the feedback from his touch and knew his attack was unsuccessful.
His attempt to prove himself had already failed, leaving a trace of desolation spreading in his heart.
Corporal Mars suddenly tightened his grip on Noland's arm and conveyed a firm conviction:
"No! Soldier! I reject your proposal!
"The Empire raised us to adulthood, taught us patience, struggle, perseverance, and fight. When the sacred mission arrives, we will naturally accept the glory bestowed upon us by the Empire...
"But not now!
"Sin Soldier No. 888 has already proven his commitment to battle. If he is destined to face his fate here, I hope he can fight to the last moment."
Corporal Mars's voice exploded in Noland's ear:
"Did you hear that, Jarvis? Fight, keep fighting! Let the flame of the Empire burn in your heart, lighting your path, until your body turns to ashes in the flames!"
As for concepts like mission, destiny, glory, and Empire... Noland had little concept in his heart.
He was a Traveler, not a native-born Empire person.
He didn't have the time to delve into the memories of the Original Master, feel his growth journey, or understand how the Empire took care of its people.
But he was very clear that fighting with all his strength was his only chance to survive.
Alas, what a miserable beginning, why wasn't the system I got a super powerful one?
In the end, I still have to rely on myself...
Noland raised his head to look at Corporal Mars and nodded heavily in his bright eyes before grabbing his engineering hammer and swinging it at the Skeleton Warriors.
His attacks were weak and powerless, but he was still fighting.
As if the surrounding soldiers saw the flames of the Empire burning on him, they deeply felt how firm this Sin Soldier's fighting beliefs were.
Who would refuse a wounded man who still had the courage to continue fighting?
Chapter 17: 13. Fight to the End (2 in 1) _2
Who would be heartless enough to rob an Imperial Man of his chance to continue fighting?
Even if this man is a Sin Soldier, as long as he proves himself, he is worthy of respect.
The soldiers no longer discuss leaving the Sin Soldier behind.
Noland Lee's actions have ignited their desire to fight and their competitive spirit.
They want to prove their worth through their actions, proving that they are better than any Sin Soldier.
The intense cries of battle grow louder, covering up the sound of footsteps in the Skeleton Ocean, echoing in the icy, lonely Tomb Stairway, composing a dramatic opera of life and death without an audience.
Time flows away, second by second, just like blood seeps from Noland Lee's body, drop by drop.
Noland Lee feels his body growing cold, his will fading, and he longs to gulp down water—this is a delusion caused by severe blood loss, signifying that death is nearing.
His blood drips and flows, staining each stepstone red, laying out his path to death.
Is he about to die?
A bitter smile forms on Noland Lee's face, hidden beneath the breathing mask.
Damn it, what bad luck to start a traversal like this...
The Deconstruction Core System, this thing is definitely not suitable for a battle.
Its correct use should be for research, cracking, translation, scientific examinations and so forth.
Taking such a system geared towards theoretical research to the battlefield indeed gives off the vibe of a man "regretting his choice of occupation all his life"...
Noland Lee is now on the verge of unconsciousness, only being able to rigidly wave around his Engineering Hammer.
Just as he feels his life about to slip away, a loud whistle comes from above, from the Stairway Entrance where the reconnaissance squad is.
Noland Lee turns to look back, and his heart lightens. He realized that he has unknowingly retreated to the Tomb Ground-level Area.
"Whistle~~"
The soldier standing at the Stairway Entrance who blew the whistle yells down to the reconnaissance squad below:
"Soldiers, take note! We have the Bee Syrup Bombs ready! You must quickly exit the stairway; we will cover your retreat!"
Noland Lee forces out the last of his strength, running up with the soldiers in the squad. Under the cover of a barrage, he steps into the Tomb Ground-level Area.
Finally... saved...
As he steps beyond the door of the Stairway, Noland Lee's body slumps, and he falls to the ground, devoid of any strength.
The corporal and soldier beside him share the same fate, with only Corporal Mars managing to remain standing.
Three bombs, shaped like beehives, fly over their heads and drop into the staircase.
The fuses of the bombs rapidly ignite, and bright sparks billow out smoke.
After the 'bang', the three bombs explode simultaneously. Smoke billows out, and countless black dots fly out from the exploding bombs, rushing towards the Skeleton Warriors.
These black dots seem like they are Bee Syrups altered by the Empire, Noland Lee can smell a sweet scent.
Once the black Bee Syrup hits the Skeleton Warriors, it bursts into another explosion that splatters a large amount of black sludge onto the Skeleton Warriors.
The moment the bones of the Skeleton Warriors touch the black sludge, they melt away rapidly, like ignited cotton.
In merely tens of seconds, a large group of Skeleton Warriors that had made the reconnaissance squad extremely ragged melted into pools of black sludge...
Noland Lee sees the Skeleton Warriors melt away, and the last bit of his desire to fight dissipates.
His vision darkens and he falls backward onto the ground.
Just when he thinks he is going to die from excessive blood loss, two Medical Soldiers dressed in White Military Uniforms lift him off the ground and place him onto a stretcher.
A soft tube roughly the thickness of a finger is inserted into his throat through his mouth, stopping at the epiglottis.
The Medical Soldiers press on the inflatable sac in their hands, manually pumping some Green Liquid into the tube.
The Green Liquid squirms through the tube, flowing down into Noland Lee's esophagus.
The intense thirst brought about by blood loss stimulates Noland Lee, and he unknowingly swallows the liquid, not knowing its effects.
Somewhere he can't see, green scabs start forming on his skin and the flowing blood quickly ceases.
At the same time, a warm sensation appears around the wound, making him comfortable, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.
By the time he is carried into the temporary Medical Tent by the Medical Soldiers, he surprisingly finds that his brain has become much clearer and not as groggy and weak as before.
Shouldn't die here...Noland Lee watches the Medical Soldiers give him an injection, hangs a drip, and administers Crimson Plasma into his body, he feels a sense of vitality returning, a feeling of life being revived.
As his body temperature returns to normal, his dizziness subsides, tiredness and sleepiness take over, Noland Lee can't help but falls into a deep sleep.
....
In a half-asleep state, Noland Lee hears the sound of footsteps getting closer.
He barely opens his eyes and sees Corporal Mars, who just pulled aside the tent curtain.
"Jarvis, how are you feeling?"
Corporal Mars comes next to the bed, checks the wound on his wrist, and says with a nod:
"Seems like you're recovering quite well, the Special Effect Medicine Syrup supplied by Division Intelligence Unit Three always works fast and effectively."
Noland Lee lifts his arm, looks at the green scabs on his skin, and sits up on the bed.
Well, one needs to admit that these medical supplies in the biochemical mutation line are indeed effective.
The Green Potion combined with Crimson Plasma has pulled him, who was on the brink of death due to excessive blood loss, back from the jaws of death.
And judging from the Mechanical Hanging Clock on the wall, he has only slept for half an hour.
In such a short amount of time, his injuries have completely taken a turn for the better, and most of his strength has returned...
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
200+ Power
Ranking 
70 Power
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