Chương 14: Grenade

Different kinds of bullets tore through the air, slicing the wind before colliding with mechanical suits in a shower of sparks.

It was four against five, and the smaller group was the one that had bumped into the White Prime earlier.

Each of the four wore a barbaric yet sleek Exoskeleton suit that enveloped their bodies, protecting their vitals and enhancing their strength.

Outmatched by the relentless barrage of long-range fire, they scrambled for cover. The opposing group even had a plasma cannon, its devastating blast sending one of them crashing against a tree. But the impact didn't slow him for long—he immediately dashed behind a massive trunk to regain his position.

"Who fired the shot?!" the leader barked through the intercom. Known as Awer, he stood six feet tall in his armor, his black hair and brown skin lending him an average appearance, though his body-builder physique set him apart.

"Not me!" came the responses from his teammates, one by one.

"Sh*t! They're just using this as an excuse to start a fight!" Awer growled in frustration.

He glanced to his right, where one of his teammates was relentlessly firing a Pulse Rounds Rifle. The weapon emitted a piercing, high-pitched whine as bursts of bright light shot from the sleek, black barrel.

"Shockwave Grenade!" Awer commanded.

The long-haired pulse rifle user nodded, lowering himself behind a tree before pulling a dark blue object from his suit. After tapping it a few times, the grenade began to beep.

"I'll cover you!" Awer shouted. Rising from his cover, he unleashed a hail of fire on the enemy.

Bullets rained down on him in return, but his energy shield flared to life, blocking the high-penetration rounds and energy shots. The shield began to crack under the onslaught, emitting sharp, grating sounds, but Awer pressed on, laughing wildly as he fired back.

"Die!" he roared.

Meanwhile, the pulse rifle user, Brad, emerged from behind the tree, the beeping grenade in hand. Timing his throw carefully, he lobbed it high into the air. The enemy team, distracted by Awer's relentless attack, didn't notice the grenade arcing toward them.

Brad smirked as he watched the Shockwave Grenade sail directly toward the center of the enemy formation.

But a smaller, unexpected bullet sliced through the air, striking the side of the grenade mid-flight. The altered trajectory sent the grenade off-course, landing in front of the sniper on the far left of the enemy group.

If the bullet had been a centimeter closer to the grenade's core, it would have detonated in midair. Instead, it exploded on impact, releasing a shockwave that flung the sniper into the forest. His energy shield shattered, and his Exoskeleton suit cracked under the force. Whether he survived or not, he was definitely out of the fight.

"F*ck! It didn't land in the center!" Brad cursed, gritting his teeth as he resumed firing.

"Haha! That's alright, Brad! Now we're even!" Awer howled with laughter, ducking back behind a broken tree. Bullets shredded the trunk, sending chunks of wood flying as they struck the ground.

Awer pulled a light blue Shield Tube from his suit's slot and smashed it against the ground, replenishing his energy shield with a low hum. He quickly replaced the used tube with another from his suit's reserves.

"On the count of three, we'll finish them off—just like we did to those other bugs!" Awer yelled to his team. Their shouts of agreement echoed through the comms.

This wasn't their first skirmish. The Grade Two IonFox Behemech had already been discovered by another group—one that Awer's team had eliminated earlier. Now, they were up against another group of so-called "insects" vying for the same spoils.

Awer grinned maniacally and began his countdown.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

With a shout, Awer and his team leapt out from their cover, rushing toward the enemy while firing their long-range weapons and deploying their shields.

When the two groups closed the distance to mere meters, several fighters switched to melee weapons—Awer included. Dodging incoming fire and retaliating with heavy-round rifle shots, he reached behind him with his left hand and pulled out a black axe with a short handle.

Gripping the handle tightly, he pressed a button with his thumb. A mechanical whir filled the air as the handle extended, reaching nearly a meter in length. At the same time, the axe began to vibrate, its mechanical parts clashing against each other.

Sparks of lightning crackled from the axe's core, the surrounding air heating up from its energy discharge.

"Take this!" Awer roared, swinging the electrified axe with his left hand while continuing to fire his rifle with his right.

A deafening crash rang out as his axe collided with an opponent's energy shield. Cracks spiderwebbed across the shield, buckling under the force of his attack.

The battle between the two groups intensified as they closed in, descending into a brutal melee. Already fractured trees shattered completely under the weight of their blows, and the ground splintered and cracked as the chaotic fight raged on.

As Awer and his team clashed ferociously with their adversaries, none of them noticed the figure moving silently beneath their radar.

...

High-penetration bullets and vividly colored pulse rounds zipped through the air, carving into trees and terrain as Kael maneuvered toward the fallen Exoskeleton wearer.

A bullet struck the ground near him, spraying dirt and debris. Kael shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the shot.

"That was close," he muttered, his voice calm and devoid of panic.

Lowering his body, Kael continued forward, weaving through the chaos as bullets rained down above him.

When he reached the fallen Primer Dreamer, he pulled the body behind a still-standing tree. The trunk wouldn't last much longer under the onslaught, but it would suffice for now.

"What do we have here…" Kael murmured, inspecting the corpse. The man was as dead as one could be—flesh and bone mangled, his head shattered beyond recognition. The acrid stench of blood filled the air, yet Kael's expression remained relaxed, unaffected.

The Shockwave Grenade had done its job.

Kael rummaged through the dead man's suit, extracting a few Shield Tubes and grenades. He picked up the sniper pulse rifle, examining it carefully.

"Good enough," he said, assessing the energy reserve core. "This was worth the trouble."

It was Kael who had orchestrated the chaos, using the gun Trey had given him. He had fired the critical shot that altered the trajectory of the Shockwave Grenade, ensuring it eliminated one of the Exoskeleton wearers.

Standing, Kael nudged the corpse aside with his boot. He turned his gaze to the ongoing battle, smirking as he watched them tear into each other.

Suddenly, his cover came under heavy fire. Bullets tore into the tree he was hiding behind, forcing him to retreat to a nearby rock—large enough to shield his frame.

Dropping to a prone position, Kael placed the sniper rifle in front of him and peered through the scope. His eyes narrowed with focus.

He waited.

Waited for the perfect moment to strike.

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