Chapter 45: The bloody angel. [R17]

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That was when she heard heavy footsteps, menacing footsteps. She turned her head just in time to see a hulking Black Horizon soldier appear in the gap of the shattered wall, his armored silhouette framed against the burning chaos outside. The soldier with his face hidden behind a visor, let out a cruel, mocking laugh as he noticed her, crouched beside her dying brother, desperately trying to save him. He leveled his gun at her, the barrel cold and unfeeling, pointing straight at her tear-streaked face. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest like a drum of terror. Her beautiful, wide eyes, full of tears and innocence, locked onto the soldier. She could only see a monster, a devil in human skin, standing before her, ready to snuff out her life like it meant nothing. Her sobs filled the silence as she clung to her brother’s tiny, limp hand. For a moment, it seemed like this was the end for her. The end for them both. But then, at that precise moment, something happened... something that would change her life forever. A light, pure and brilliant, pierced the darkness of the battlefield. From the sky, a radiant star streaked downward, brighter than any explosion, cutting through the smoke and fire. It descended with the grace of an angel, casting a white glow that illuminated the soldier’s sneering face and the broken world around them. The little girl, still shaking, looked up in awe as the light grew closer. It was not a star; it was something else, something alive with power. As it fell, it seemed to sing with a celestial hum, a beacon of hope amidst the despair. The soldier, too, noticed the glowing light, and for a second, he hesitated, lowering his weapon just a fraction as confusion flickered across his face. The radiant figure descended like a falling comet, a blazing savior in the darkest hour. And then, with an earth-shaking impact, it landed between the girl and the soldier, throwing up a cloud of dust and debris. The sheer force knocked the soldier back, sending him stumbling as he shielded his face from the blinding light. When the dust cleared, the girl’s tearful eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing tall in the center of the devastation, wings spread wide like the herald of some divine retribution, was Rex. His form was bathed in an ethereal white light that made him seem almost otherworldly, his armor gleaming in white. His wings, vast and magnificent, shone with a brilliance that was both beautiful and terrifying. Rex’s eyes, fierce and unyielding, locked onto the soldier. His voice, when he spoke, was like thunder. "Step away from the girl." The soldier, trembling now, raised his weapon again, his finger twitching on the trigger, but Rex moved faster than human eyes could follow. In an instant, he was upon the soldier, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. The soldier choked, his limbs flailing helplessly, his arrogance now replaced with pure fear. "You’re done," Rex growled, his voice filled with righteous fury. With a single, effortless motion, he hurled the soldier into the distance, where he disappeared into the smoke and flames, never to rise again. The little girl, still clutching her brother’s hand, could only stare in awe. She had been moments away from death, from losing everything, and now... this shining figure had appeared like a guardian angel. Then, from the skies, streaks of light descended like falling stars. The Aegis units, Rex’s elite sentinels, made their entrance. One by one, they landed with a thunderous crash on the rooftops, in the streets, and in the midst of the camp. Their arrival sent shockwaves through the battlefield, shaking the ground and hearts alike. These machines were crafted with cold precision, their gleaming silver bodies reflecting the fires of war around them. As they took position, their plasma cannons glowed with golden energy, like miniature suns ready to unleash destruction. Without hesitation, they opened fire. The blasts of plasma shot through the air with a brilliant glow, a searing golden light that tore through the Black Horizon troops. Each shot was like divine retribution, streaking through the night and illuminating the battlefield with a terrible, beautiful radiance. The plasma rounds burned through armor, flesh, and bone alike, erasing the soldiers where they stood, turning the tide of battle in an instant. The roles had been reversed. The hunters had become the hunted. Screams erupted as the once-invincible Black Horizon soldiers were reduced to nothing more than fleeing shadows. The deadly precision of the Aegis units made escape impossible. Their cold, calculating movements showed no hesitation, no mercy. Each step they took, each shot they fired, was the embodiment of justice and vengeance combined. The golden plasma bolts lit up the darkened camp like the wrath of the gods, and the once dominant killers now found themselves on the wrong side of the equation, desperately trying to survive the onslaught. Their high-tech gear, their heavy armor, their shields. None of it mattered. The Aegis units tore through them like they were nothing, their plasma cannons blazing with a terrifying brilliance. Rex, still holding the two children in his arms, walked through the chaos, unflinching. His voice boomed over the battlefield once more, this time as much for the ears of his enemies as for the defenders soldiers. "This is what happens when you prey on the humans. You will be hunted. You will be destroyed. Every last one of you." The fear in the eyes of the Black Horizon troops was palpable. They scrambled for cover and stumbled over each other, trying to retreat, but there was no escape. The Aegis sentinels, like silent angels of death, moved with deadly efficiency, cutting down every last one of them. Rex’s wings flared wide as he walked forward, the bright white light casting his shadow across the battlefield like the harbinger of doom itself. He could feel the fear in the air and taste the dread of the soldiers, who had once been so sure of their victory. Now, they were nothing more than terrified animals, scurrying for safety that would never come. The little girl in his arm looked up at him, her eyes wide with awe and disbelief. She had seen so much death, so much despair, and yet here was this towering figure, this man with wings like an angel, carrying her and her brother as if they weighed nothing, walking through the carnage without a scratch. Her tears had stopped, replaced by a glimmer of hope she hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity...

Chapter 45: The bloody angel. [R17]

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