From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 706: Enveloped in the radiance of the iron-blooded order in the long night.
Under the cover of night, firelight and blood mingled, and the air was filled with the smell of burning gunpowder and the stench of decay.

The moment that heavy, metallic voice echoed between the ruins and the flames, the entire battlefield seemed to be suppressed by some invisible pressure.

Even the Blood Cross, which was howling wildly, held its breath for a very short moment, and all its eyes turned to a huge shadow.

At the dilapidated subway station entrance, the SWAT captain, on the verge of fainting, struggled to lift his eyelids, his blurred vision barely focusing on the distance not far away.

Not far ahead, a giant suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

What he saw was not an ordinary soldier, but a war machine forged from steel and the will to fight.

It was a terrifying figure over 2.8 meters tall, shrouded in extremely heavy Terminator armor.

The armor was painted in scarlet and gold, like patterns of flames and molten gold, which was the symbol of the Lamenters Company.

The armor surface is covered with intricate emblems and markings, each mark seemingly narrating the glory forged in blood and fire.

On his left forearm was a 1.0-calcium parallel bolt gun, so heavy that an ordinary person could not lift it at all, yet it seemed to grow naturally on this giant's arm.

With a slight tremor of the gun barrel, the entire armor emitted a suppressed roar, as if it could unleash a steel storm powerful enough to tear the entire building apart at any moment.

His right arm was a long, sharp lightning claw, its cold light dancing in the interplay of night and firelight, crackling with electric arcs, like the hand of a judge of death.

Without much guesswork, it's clear that this is a Terminator veteran belonging to the Crying Company.

Moreover, just by standing there, the presence of that veteran was enough to freeze the surrounding air and choke the arrogant shouts of the Blood Cross Infected.

However, the silence lasted only a moment.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Devour this tin can!!"

"Hahaha! Tear him apart! Fuck him to pieces!!"

The Blood Cross Infected's bestiality quickly overwhelmed their instinctive fear. Their frenzied howls once again echoed through the night sky as they charged at the Terminator veteran like a pack of rabid dogs, armed with metal weapons, guns, and crossbows.

Torches and makeshift searchlights suddenly lit up the ruins of tall buildings on both sides of the street, and countless blood-red cross-shaped figures surged in the shadows.

They climbed the walls and leaped off the roof, their eyes glowing with a sickly crimson light, as if they wanted to completely engulf the lone giant.

However, the 2.2-meter-tall, stone-muscled, blood-cross-shaped giant in the crowd did not immediately join in the roar.

Its eyes were focused, its brow furrowed, and it instinctively sensed danger—

This "tin can" was unlike any enemy they had ever encountered.

The battlefield erupted in chaos in the next instant.

Clang—clang—clang—!
The bolter roared, as if thunder had cleaved the sky.

The intense tracer bullets, carrying explosive warheads, traced blinding trails of light, instantly tearing the blood-crossed figures at the forefront into minced meat and charred remains.

Each time the trigger was pulled, a small explosion occurred, causing building pillars to collapse and the streets to shake.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood, flesh, and severed limbs splattered amidst the sparks, while screams and howls mingled together, creating a mad symphony of death.

*Pfft—Pfft—!*
The lightning claw, wrapped in electric arcs, slashed out like a whip of thunder, easily tearing apart the bodies of the blood-red crosses, even leaving charred cracks in the walls behind them.

The arrows and bullets from the Blood Cross came one after another, but before they actually hit the Terminator Armor, they were all deflected by the faintly visible deflection protective field, and could not cause any damage to the Terminator Armor at all. The armor system even believed that there was no need to activate the energy shield, and that the deflection field alone could resist the conventional weapons of the Nine Humans.

The difference on the battlefield is not a confrontation between people, but the crushing of gods by beasts.

On the edge of all this, the SWAT captain, surrounded by pools of blood and wounds, though his consciousness was already fading, still witnessed this scene, etched into his soul, through his blurred pupils.

A giant, clad in crimson and gold armor, stands alone against hordes of demonic enemies.

In his last shred of consciousness, an absurd yet unwavering thought surfaced—

Perhaps this is the savior sent by God?
The next moment, the SWAT captain's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

The Blood Cross continued to charge relentlessly towards the lone, weeping veteran, like an unconscious tide, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

However, in the face of true war giants, these madnesses seem utterly ridiculous.

Bang bang bang!
The 1.0 cal caliber bolt gun roared once again.

Boom—Pfft—!

Each explosive arrow was accompanied by a short, explosive boom as it left the barrel, then exploded within the Blood Cross group, turning their fragile flesh and bones into fragments.

The body was torn apart and exploded, with limbs flying everywhere along with waves of hot air, landing on the dilapidated walls and the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, almost solidified, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and burning, making it nearly impossible for ordinary people to breathe.

Even if a very small number of Blood Crosses managed to dodge the barrage of explosive missiles and get within a few meters, they could not threaten the veteran in the slightest.

The lightning claws traced electrified paths through the air, accompanied by low crackling sounds of electric arcs, each swing taking away countless lives.

They were either cleaved in two or smashed into a pool of blood and gore.

Even if a Blood Cross lunges at you and tries to entangle you with his flesh, the veteran only needs to swing his heavily armored forearm to smash your limbs. The crisp sound of bones shattering and screams mixed together to create a chilling symphony.

Corpses piled up, and blood flowed in streams.

In just over ten seconds, the entire block turned into a terrifying battlefield.

However, even as countless blood crosses were still howling and rushing towards them, the tall, burly infected—

Clearly the leader of this scum, he had already turned around with a solemn expression.

Unlike its kind, it possesses far greater rationality and patience than ordinary infected individuals.

It knew that the enemy before it could not be overwhelmed by numbers. The heavily armored giant was comparable to a walking humanoid tank, and only heavy firepower could truly threaten its life.

Therefore, it decisively chose to retreat.

Those blood-red crosses that only indulge in the pleasure of killing and debauchery can become its cover for retreat.

It needs to preserve itself, waiting for a more suitable opportunity, or waiting to find a more powerful weapon.

Reason tells it that only in this way can it continue to control the situation in the future.

However, the moment it turned around, a dull and earth-shaking tremor resounded—

Thump, thump!

The footsteps were as heavy as mountains, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if a steel behemoth was approaching with unstoppable force. The big guy's heart tightened suddenly, cold sweat instantly broke out, and the hairs on his body stood on end, his remaining sanity frantically sounding an alarm.

It instinctively tried to turn around, but no matter how fast it reacted, it was still too late for that fatal moment.

*Pfft—Pfft—!*
A flash of cold light, accompanied by an arc of electricity, suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It was so fast that it almost tore the air apart, leaving a scorch mark.

In an instant, immense pain swept over his entire body. The Blood Cross leader looked down and saw that his incredibly strong legs had been severed by lightning, and his two arms, which were powerful enough to "split mountains and shatter rocks," fell to the ground at the same moment.

"what--!!!"

A piercing scream immediately echoed throughout the entire block.

It was a beastly howl, filled with despair and disbelief, deafeningly loud.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking the street, and the rising steam mixed with the smell of blood permeated the air.

? ? ! !
The remaining Blood Crosses paused briefly amidst their howling and slaughter, all stunned by the horrifying scene.

Their powerful leader was completely dismembered in a single encounter, leaving him a lifeless, dying body.

Thump, thump!

As they watched in utter horror, the towering figure of the weeping veteran slowly approached. His crimson and gold armor, illuminated by the firelight, resembled a statue forged in flames, and the lightning claws still flickered with lingering arcs of electricity, like the echo of death.

The big guy struggled in the pool of blood, but could not move an inch.

Its reason reminded it once again that this was an invincible enemy, a "tin can" capable of destroying everything.

But now, it has no way out and can only watch helplessly as the shadow of death descends.

At this moment, the entire street was completely suppressed by the supreme power of this Terminator veteran.

At this time;
Boom! Boom!

The earth trembled, and dust billowed among the dilapidated buildings, as if the entire city of Toronto was being swallowed up by an apocalyptic earthquake.

However, it wasn't an earthquake, but a colossal steel ship that blotted out the sky—

The Valiant-class super-heavy cruiser had quietly arrived and was hovering five thousand meters in the air.

This colossal vessel, stretching two kilometers in length, resembled an iron-blooded city suspended in the sky. Its massive hull completely obscured the night sky, like a canopy of steel, plunging the entire city into a suffocating sense of oppression.

Swish—swish—!
In the next instant, hundreds of high-powered searchlights on both sides of the ship suddenly lit up.

An incredibly dazzling white light cascaded down, illuminating the desolate and broken urban landscape of Toronto in minute detail.

These beams of light were not gentle, but rather carried a sacred coldness and majesty. To the people of the 19th century, they were not technology from humankind, but rather a light of salvation descended from heaven.

The beam of light pierced through the dust and smoke, enveloping the crumbling ruins in an almost otherworldly, holy glow, instantly creating a breathtaking contrast across the entire battlefield—

A chaotic, bloody, and depraved hell, and the cold, merciless light of order descending from the heavens.

At this moment, if someone were to look down on Toronto from above, they would be able to see it clearly.
More than a dozen Terminator veterans from the Lamenters Company, like boulders thrown into a torrent, have appeared one after another in the Blood Cross infected's gathering areas or the defensive points where survivors are still struggling to hold on.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding deadly weapons, they were like war gods forged from light and steel, forcefully carving out new battle lines from corners of war and despair.

Immediately afterwards, the Brave-class submarine's belly compartment roared to life.

A large number of transport ships, attack ships, and gunships were launched like a tidal wave, streaking across the night sky with trails of flame.

They streaked across the sky like meteors, their trails of light flashing as they quickly dispersed and headed to different neighborhoods in Toronto.

The air vibrated violently from the scorching heat of the ship and vehicle propulsion engines, the roar echoing across the ruins, awe-inspiring the iron-blooded power that shook everyone to their core.

One of the Luna III transport ships swooped down at low altitude, then suddenly decelerated and landed steadily on the street littered with corpses and flames.

This is the very street where the SWAT team leader collapsed.

hiss--!
The hydraulic system hissed as the heavy hatch slowly lowered.

Step, step.

Immediately, the sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps erupted.

A squad of clone soldiers, clad in trench coat-style combat suits and wielding hard-light rifles, surged out of the aircraft like a tide.

Tap-tap—tap!

The cold, mechanical sound of gunfire instantly filled the streets, and beams of light tore through the night sky like thin, red and white lightning bolts, piercing the heads and hearts of the Blood Cross infected with pinpoint accuracy.

Those infected who were used to hand-to-hand combat and melee weapons were helpless against the hard beams of light. They fell one after another, their bodies scorched and bursting with charred black and blood mist. Their corpses fell to the ground like discarded rags.

In just a few breaths, the surging wave of blood-red crosses at the street corner was completely suppressed, replaced by a deadly web woven from the cold, rhythmic gunfire of the clone soldiers.

However, this is only the beginning.

Immediately following behind, a company of Weeping Soldiers equipped with power suits also stepped out of the cockpit.

Their steps were steady and heavy, carrying energy backpacks. Unlike ordinary clone soldiers, these auxiliary troops were more like a combination of heavy infantry and tactical support personnel. Their goal was not simply to eliminate the infected, but to head straight for the SWAT captain lying in a pool of blood.

The two medics quickly separated, each carrying a modular backpack loaded with advanced medical equipment, and rushed straight towards the figure who had collapsed at the subway station entrance.

The unconscious SWAT captain remained motionless, blood seeping from the wound on his severed arm, already staining the brick floor beneath him red.

If it weren't for his faint heartbeat and breathing, he would have been indistinguishable from the dead corpses around him.

The medics did not hesitate for a moment.

While deploying a makeshift one-sided energy shield to keep out any potential Blood Cross attacks, they immediately began providing first aid to their captain.

A high-energy hemostatic spray covers the wound, a nano-injector pierces the blood vessel, and micro-mechanisms begin to travel in the blood to repair it.

Subsequently, a portable medical pod was quickly set up, and the team leader's body was lifted into it. As the pod door was closed, the red medical indicator light inside the pod suddenly lit up.

While they were carrying out the rescue, on the other side of the street, the battle between clone soldiers and the Blood Cross was still raging.

The barrage of fire from the hard-light weapons tore the infected apart, their corpses falling one after another, and the bursts of light illuminated a corridor of death in the night.

Further away, the wailing Terminator veteran continued his slaughter.

The massive armor gleamed coldly under the searchlights, resembling a true god of war, and his presence transformed this neighborhood into a stage controlled by the empire.

Thus, the hellish Toronto was finally enveloped in the brilliance of its iron-fisted order during the long night.
(End of this chapter)