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John's rifle was steady as a rock in his hands, his breathing calm and rhythmic. Each inhale was a reaffirmation of his target, each exhale a strengthening of his resolve. Through his scope, the priest leading the rat people in prayer seemed to have become a god of fate, awaiting his judgment. And John was that judge, ready to end this evil ritual with a precise shot.
Alixia, Taktron, and Karenmu stood at the edge of the roof, their muscles tense, bodies filled with explosive power. Alixia's eyes were cold and sharp, her long gun like extended fangs, ready to tear through enemies at any moment. Taktron tightly gripped his custom weapon, his mind racing, calculating every possible variable and strategy. And Karenmu, the indomitable warrior, his shield and hammer were already a part of him, his very existence a solid line of defense.
The atmosphere among the four was tense and filled with the passion of battle. They knew that the next moment would be the time for them to declare war on the chaos. At John's command, the carefully planned ambush would erupt, and they would throw themselves into the battle, not for anything else, but to end the chaos, for themselves and for the future of the entire Yakhanix star.
The red laser beam, like the gaze of death, pierced the priest's head. The power and speed of it were so great that all the witnessing rat people couldn't react in time. Blood and brain matter splattered on the ancient floor tiles like broken pearls, and the priest's body fell to the ground. The final convulsions were like an unfinished farce, displaying the fragility of the chaos.
And Karenmu, this indomitable warrior, charged into the midst of the rat horde like a wild beast unbridled. His shield was not only a defensive fortress, but also a destroyer of all ferocious creatures. With each impact, rat people were sent flying by his immense strength, as effortlessly as autumn leaves swept away by the wind. Their terror and chaos seemed so powerless before him.
Alixia, on the other hand, was a storm on the battlefield. The longsword in her hand gleamed with deadly light, and every swing foretold the end of a life. Dancing among the rat horde, she was like a dancer of death, each of her steps precise, every strike aimed at a vital spot. Her movements exuded a kind of wild elegance, turning this slaughter into an art form.
At this moment, the cooperation between John, Karenmu, and Alixia is seamless, and they are like a sharp spear, piercing the heart of the enemy group. The surrounding rat people are shocked; they have never seen such enemies, such despair, and death.
John's leap from a high place is not just an attack, but more like an art. His figure draws a perfect arc in mid-air, like a hunting raptor, landing precisely on the head of an unsuspecting rat person. The Mk14 energy pistol in his hand emits an almost silent hiss, and the instantaneous flash pierces the rat person's skull, ending its life. This swift and deadly strike proves John's calmness and precision on the battlefield.
However, this action immediately caught the attention of the surrounding rat people, especially two well-equipped rat warriors. They wielded heavy shields and sharp spears, charging out of the crowd with a glint of desire for their prey in their eyes. Their attack was like a fierce storm, with shields clearing the way and spears attempting to penetrate John's defense. In that moment, John seemed to become the focus of all the anger.
At this critical moment, an incendiary bomb fell from the sky like a helping hand from heaven, smashing in front of John. The explosion's fire momentarily illuminated the night, and the intense flames and smoke formed a barrier, blocking the rat people's sight and attack. In the firelight, John could feel the hesitation and fear of the rat warriors, their original roars turning into panicked screams as they tried to avoid the sudden sea of fire.
John looked up at the roof and nodded at Taktron. In that moment, an unspoken understanding and trust between them reached its peak. Taktron responded with a gentle smile from the roof, then refocused on the weapon in hand, ready to provide more firepower support at any moment. In the midst of the flames, John felt the passion of battle and the indomitable spirit of the team. They were a beacon of light in this chaos and darkness, protecting each other as they advanced together.
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the roof where Taktron stood suddenly became the focal point of ratman firepower. Green bullets, like the scythe of death, swiftly shot towards him, carrying the howl of death and an ominous glow. Taktron swiftly crouched down, pressing close to the ground, the equipment in hand emitting a faint glow as he sought an appropriate response. His heart was almost bursting from his chest at that moment, but he knew that now was not the time for panic.
At that moment, Alixia's voice cut through the chaos of the battlefield. Her figure danced in the firelight, like the incarnation of death, as she killed the rat people in front of her and pointed without hesitation to the distant mountainside. There, a rat person equipped with a heavy machine gun was madly sweeping towards them, its ruthless bullets like a raging flood, attempting to devour all life.
"John! Take care of it!" Alixia's voice was firm and powerful, piercing through the battlefield's clamor. John immediately reacted; he knew that the presence of this machine gunner was a huge threat to them.
John immediately caught Alixia's signal and sharply turned his gaze towards the mountain wall. In the dim light and the glow of the fire, he saw a huge rat-like creature wielding a strange and massive weapon, fiercely spraying them from the mountain wall. The bullets from this weapon emitted an ominous green light, each containing powerful destructive force and chaotic energy.
John knew that if they didn't quickly eliminate this threat, their position would be extremely dangerous. He quickly adjusted the scope of his rifle, took a deep breath, and steadied his heartbeat. The surrounding sounds of battle, screams, and explosions seemed to be isolated at this moment, leaving only his breath and the confrontation with the rat-like machine gunner.
John gently pulled the trigger, and a slender laser beam pierced through the night, heading straight for the rat-like figure. Almost at the same time, the rat-like figure suddenly stiffened, then fell from the mountainside, and the wild gunfire from the heavy machine gun also ceased. John finally relaxed his tense body slightly, then turned to his teammates still in battle and shouted, "Quick, this place is not safe, we need to move quickly!"
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