Read Novel Full Chapter 401: Facing the Main Force [2]
Chapter 401: Facing the Main Force [2]
Gabriel’s words carried across the battlefield, and even those far back in the enemy ranks could hear him clearly.
Some soldiers unconsciously took a step back, their hands tightening around their rifles, because it was not normal for a man to stand alone and speak like this in front of a large army. It was not normal for someone to be this calm after killing a hero rank.
Everything about this red haired youth, who looked to be in his early twenties, was not normal.
Meanwhile, seeing him arrogantly standing in front of them without even a trace of fear on his face, Henry was furious. Veins bulged on his temple as he shouted into his radio in a loud voice.
"Open fire. Kill that red haired bastard!"
He opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking, but before he could, the warning in his senses flared sharply, enough to sting his skin. Seraphina’s eyes flicked sideways as well, and he instantly understood what it meant.
Snipers. Not one or two, but many. They were covering angles and escape routes, and they were aiming not to wound, but to eliminate him from the battlefield in one clean moment.
From the distant army line, orders were being sent rapidly through intercoms and radios. Though he could not hear the voices directly, the reaction on the battlefield made it obvious. The enemy’s hidden units adjusted their positions. Vehicles and tanks shifted slightly as armored teams prepared to move. The air itself felt tense and electric.
"They’re about to open fire!" Seraphina shouted instinctively, stating the obvious.
Even before she could finish her words, the gunfire erupted like a blazing storm.
Bang! Bang! BANG! Bang! Bang! BANG!
This was not random shooting from nervous soldiers like the first wave. It was controlled and coordinated, with multiple sniper teams firing at once. Loud cracks rang out from different points across the unfinished city as bullets tore through the air.
His body jerked slightly as the shots slammed into him almost simultaneously. Head, chest, abdomen, arms, legs. The impact was heavy enough to make dust burst from his body and small splinters of stone fly from the ground behind him.
To the soldiers watching, it looked like an execution. He was standing in the open, being hit by concentrated firepower from multiple angles. Some bullets were armor piercing. Some were boosted with mana.
Like a man possessed, Broken Heaven tanked all the bullets thanks to the combination of Indestructible Body and Iron Skin skills. However, one shot came last, heavier than the others. A thunderous crack rang out, powerful enough to make even the shooters flinch. That final bullet struck him straight in the forehead, and for a brief second, his head tilted back as if the force had snapped his neck.
As if in sync, the enemies stopped firing. Even the ongoing fight paused for a heartbeat as everyone shifted their attention to the lone figure suspended in the air, head tilted back and unmoving.
Sophie and Anna’s hearts squeezed painfully when they saw this sight in the distance. Scarlett frowned as well, a gleam of concern flashing through her eyes. As for her opponent, the hero rank mage took a desperate step back, finally catching his breath after the relentless sword strikes from Scarlett, his face flashing with hope.
"Don’t tell me... Sir Broken..." a player tried to speak, but his voice trailed off as he could not bring himself to finish the sentence.
On the enemy side, Henry’s men reacted instantly, believing the job was done. Some soldiers even let out shaky breaths, as if they had just survived a nightmare. A few laughed nervously, clutching their rifles like children clinging to comfort.
"He’s dead," someone whispered, almost begging it to be true. "No one survives that."
On the rooftop, Henry, who had ordered his men to halt fire, stared silently at the motionless figure with his head tilted back. He was suspended there, not moving, not falling.
"Is he still breathing?" Henry asked no one in particular.
IceQueen narrowed her eyes. She was only a level fifty player, and without any way to magically enhance her natural stats like he could, it was difficult for her to see such details from this distance.
Suddenly, Henry’s eyes caught something. He stared intently at the chest region. At first, he was not certain, but with a closer look, he saw it.
His heart was still beating softly.
Henry’s spine tingled as disbelief washed over him. The first time he survived the tank blast could be attributed to luck or defensive skills, but a second time was something else entirely. With trembling hands, he reached for his radio.
However, before he could give any further orders, the head snapped forward.
A loud, bone chilling crack echoed across the battlefield.
That simple movement alone made not only the enemy side freeze in terror, but even the hero ranks were stupidly stunned, their mouths hanging open and their lips trembling.
Slowly and calmly, with the kind of control that made the scene even more terrifying, he lowered his gaze and stared at the battlefield through indifferent eyes.
There was blood on his face, but it was not gushing. His skin had cracked slightly where the last bullet struck, but instead of a hole, there was only a shallow wound that could easily be missed if one did not pay close attention.
Beneath it was a faint layer of hardened energy, like invisible armor. It was his Iron Skin skill.
His body was covered in impact marks, his armor dented in several places, yet he stood as if nothing had happened.
His expression did not change. He did not shout. He did not rage. He simply looked forward, and the fear that had started to fade from the enemy ranks returned twice as strong.
"What the hell..." SniperBowLegend muttered, and for the first time, he lost his usual calm, sounding more like a man on a real battlefield than a player inside a game.
Nearby, others stared as if they were looking at a monster wearing human skin. They had seen powerful people before, but never someone who could take a full sniper bombardment and remain standing with that level of composure.
Unfortunately for Broken Dawn, aside from a few who had witnessed it, none of them were present when he had tanked the blast from the eastern camp’s fighting tanks. No one knew how they would react if they truly understood what they were facing.