Silver-gray meteors sparsely fell.

The buildings at Silver Port were all post-war ruins, with the somewhat intact roads and wreckage tilted at bizarre angles.

The light from the flares flickered unpredictably.

The Exile lackeys guarding the outpost zone were heavily modified, with cheekbones covered by crack-shaped radiators, or simply replaced their eyes and nose with crimson glowing goggles...

The eerie and sinister atmosphere, coupled with the dizziness from radiation, cast jagged and distorted shadows beneath the feet.

John felt a sense of dreamlike detachment.

Bullets occasionally hit his body, the dull pain and threat making his adrenaline spike, his retina capturing more outlines, all marked with red data streams.

Bang, bang!

John vaulted over an abandoned vehicle, emptied his magazine, and leaned against the hood to relax his nerves and let the sensors automatically read the reloading action.

BIU, Zzz.

Bullets continually grazed past during the process.

[Subcutaneous Armor: 91%]

John's bulletproof vest was already scorched in multiple places, and as he turned his head to feel for the magazine, a sudden pressure in his left eye prompted him to instinctively push against the cover to dodge.

Swish—

A Mantis Blade grazed his cheek, and a harrowing sharp pain emanated near his nose.

The Exile rolled and hit the ground.

He revealed a mechanical spine, with emaciated muscles on his back, and both arms had been converted into close-combat blades.

The guy turned with a snarl, raising his blade.

Bang.

Took a direct hit to the face with a rifle butt.

John's Alloy Skeleton had high sensitivity and strength; as long as the prosthetic eye and nerve reflexes were quick enough, his muscles could follow.

He counterattacked following the chip's instructions and didn't expect the metal gun body to sink into the opponent's cheek, smashing through the goggles, deeply embedding into the head tissue and electronic components inside.

A stiffness from mechanical paralysis spread throughout the Exile's body.

John withdrew his slick rifle with a nauseated expression, then immediately turned sideways and pulled the trigger again.

Heavy explosive rounds detonated the opponent's scapula.

Silver-white electric sparks shone like a web, and as the body fell, another bullet pierced through the enemy behind, right in the head, setting off a sticky firework in the narrow terrain.

John advanced with his rifle, taking the initiative to strike.

The gunfire behind him became increasingly dense, yet it was Nando leading the main force to seize the stronghold.

John and Alonna were both part of the assault group.

They needed to press forward as soon as the frontline was secure, creating more space for those behind, leaving less threatening targets for teammates and tackling the tough ones themselves.

Nando was originally supposed to stand in John's position.

He often wore heavy armor to absorb damage, never wanting those outside the camp to take risks for him.

But Oulos told John he could be a bit more aggressive, the exact words being:

Igdrasir is far from its limit, once the core data is out, it can be paired with prosthetic bodies like Sianweistan, and at this stage, providing support for Alonna is no pressure.

John followed the instructions faithfully.

Nando swore as he climbed over the iron-framed fence, saying:

Don't be too aggressive, what are you doing, trying to get yourself killed again, no wonder Alonna chose you to be the driver...

And such.

There wasn't much noise once the gunfight broke out.

A dense barrage formed support behind him, with Nando leading the main assault force to relieve pressure for the assault group.

John could also take moments to adjust.

He felt his muscles warming up, like after a warm-up, a sense of performance enhancement and comfort.

Rumble—

The RPG opened up more gaps.

Orange-red flames rolled toward the sky, with dense black smoke billowing over the sands with the heatwave.

John ducked into a wall, frowning and holding his breath to endure the burnt smell.

Clanging metal fragments fell at his feet, while the corner of his eye constantly scanned the configuration information of the rifle.

The field of vision corner also had mode switching.

[Weapon: Isaac-Iron Law Execution [Experimental]]

[Module: Point Penetration, Trajectory Convergence]

Oulos had channels to smuggle advanced weaponry from Europe, even the last time, a single shot shattered the bodyguard robot was with an intelligent sniper.

Probably sky-high expensive.

Igdrasir had a built-in chip, containing an all-terrain combat analysis program that required network access, but once Black Light covered, all remote connections were severed, leaving only partial local resources.

[Mode Switch/Suggestion.]

It detected Iron Law Execution through sensors and provided superior tactics through battlefield analysis software.

The explosion gradually subsided.

The Exiles hiding behind cover would soon poke their heads out.

John confirmed acceptance and stepped out first, noticing as he raised his rifle, the recently changed 30-round magazine had drastically reduced.

[△15/60]

A head peeked out from behind a weathered billboard with ghostly graffiti.

John's prosthetic eye caught the red outline and instinctively fired, followed by a noticeable vibration in his arm.

Iron Law Execution seemed to shudder.

John distinctly felt the stream of light slicing through the air grew thicker, and two bullets nearly fired at the target simultaneously in a blink.

The first lodged into the cover.

The second burst through the hole.

A pool of blood erupted from behind the semi-covered barricade.

The Exile was already dead on the ground, having pulled the trigger even in death, with the gunfire gleaming for a full two seconds, hinting at some unwillingness.

John's body was still moving and shooting.

His steps slowed, but the killing efficiency was terrifying, with bullets constantly penetrating walls and various obstacles, especially the unique metallic echo upon exploding steel plates, which was exhilarating...

John's breathing became rapid.

Not because the slaughter became maddening, but because the continuous firing amidst intense recoil was somewhat overwhelming.

In fact:

This experimental rifle from Isaac Military Industry was originally intended for ironclad robots or units equipped with exoskeletons. Igdrasir was tough enough, with excellent shock absorption, to continue fighting in such a terrifying mode.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.