Chapter 8: The White Blade

There is no winner in a war.

When I first heard this, Kluet was still in a public elementary school.

Like many of his peers, Klut at that time was a hero worshipper and loved to fight. They are always playing war games on the playground, imagining themselves to be the heroes of the story, killing their enemies.

No one cares what happens to a dead enemy, no one cares if they die or not.

At that time, war was so simple and beautiful. But as he grew older, Kluet's understanding of war began to deepen.

Gradually, Klut realizes that war is never beautiful, and war is never romantic.

As long as there is a war, people will die, and the difference is nothing more than life and death.

Here, the value of humanity is merely a cheap expendable, no matter how great, no matter how small, worthless in the crucible of war.

From that time, Klut had a deep aversion to war.

He participated in various anti-war demonstrations and even traveled to war-torn areas as a volunteer. He provided medical care, filmed anti-war videos, and even served as a volunteer teacher in the most dangerous and chaotic worlds, and clashed with soldiers to protect students.

But in the end, when the Klut man was nearly middle-aged, he joined the famous NeedLess and became a stateless mercenary.

The reasons for this are neither noble nor romantic.

The reason why he became a war hound and went to war at that time. The reason for this is nothing more than revenge.

Because the people you care about are killed, because the people you want to protect are killed.

Because there is no power.

So strength is needed.

"Come to us?"

So when the old head of the regiment stretched out his right hand to him and extended an invitation to him. Klute didn't hesitate to agree.

“……”

Why do you think about that time?

Heavy footsteps stretched to the end of the hallway, and as far as the eye could see, there were humanoid corpses everywhere.

It's like hell, it's scarlet everywhere.

"Don't show this to the elderly......"

The anger that filled his chest was still burning, but Klut's eyes were full of sadness.

War is like that.

No matter how big or small, it will always bring only harm.

But Klute was not a sentimental poet and did not know the way to bring peace.

He hated war, but he would not refuse it. If someone pushes the war in front of him, he will simply grab his weapon and attack it head-on.

"Basque, get your tricks up."

If the Basque Country doesn't come to Clut's trouble, Klut will ignore Fenrir's presence. But if Basque dares to come, killing them all is Kluet's only option.

Moving down the shattered corridor, Klute was full of murderous intent.

The legion that was still fighting fiercely with this side was now nowhere to be seen. Instead, giants resembling Krut emerged from the end of the hallway and knocked down the wall panels that stood in the way. The blue-black livery gives them a lot of energy, and the shotguns on their shoulders are even more chilly.

Each of them held a warhammer, and the cold weapons without a hint of luster were branded with Fenrir's wolf's head.

[It's MKII power armor, please go and change the equipment, here we delay]

PPK recognized the model number for the first time and issued a warning to Kluet.

While the heavy machine gun on the backpack is indeed very powerful, it is still a little weak for the MKII, which is also over-defended.

But the 20 mm gun is different, don't look at the difference in caliber is only a little more than seven millimeters, but the machine gun and the machine gun are still two completely different things.

The multiple diameters, the charge, the structure of the ammunition – the various differences are superimposed to form two completely different powers.

Heavy machine guns are anti-infantry weapons, while machine guns are anti-armor weapons.

Although the opposing MKII also does not carry highly effective anti-armor weapons - it may be that they are careless, or it may be that they have limited access and cannot reach such a good thing as a 20mm cannon. In short, if Klut can re-equip and return to the battlefield with a cannon, then even if the current situation is 5 to 1, Klut will still be able to achieve the final victory.

"I don't need to."

But Klut refused.

Press the electric button to free the backpack.

The heavy machine gun, which had not yet cooled, fell off with the backpack and smashed to the ground with a loud thud.

Klut strode forward and stretched his hands to his back - there, on the metal stand used to hold the backpack, Klut pulled out a long crowbar.

A large crowbar weighing more than a dozen kilograms.

He held the sturdy, heavy steel bar in his hand, and a furious smile appeared on his face hidden by the tempered glass visor.

They even want to fight a white-knuckle war?

Is it courage or self-defeating?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Klut strode forward and charged at the black giants who were also starting to accelerate. The terrible weight of the Heavy Power Armor pounded the ground beneath his feet, shaking the walls like an earthquake.

"The first."

The first enemy to rush head-on, with a white 01 painted on his shoulder. A white wolf's head corresponds to the number, imprinted on his left shoulder.

Ten meters from Krut, the fighter opened fire first - the shoulder-mounted shotgun spewed out annoying iron slag.

Under the precise guidance of the fire control system, the bullets hit Kluet's head precisely - although the dense rain of bullets was blocked by the shuttered helmet armor, before the window closed, a few steel balls still pierced through it, breaking the first layer of glass.

"Hah!"

Krut didn't even blink an eye, and his voice was full of disdain.

In order to fire this round of shotguns, the guy's figure was dulled for a moment - although it was less than half a second, this gap had already been caught by Kluter.

He slammed on the floor, causing his right foot to emit a tremendous force under the impetus of the electromagnetic pump.

The timber-clad floor could not withstand the heavy stomping, crumpling and deforming in a series of cracking sounds.

Sawdust flies and dust rises.

With his strong power and friction, Klute gained enough momentum and accelerated like a chariot. Almost crossed the final leg in a state of jumping.

He swung his crowbar violently, smashing the steel-tipped end at the enemy. In that momentary gap, his goal had not yet recovered from the experience of shooting, and in the next moment, when the poor creature finally realized that something was wrong and wanted to do something, Klut's attack had arrived.

The heavy steel smashed through the enemy's helmet, causing ripples like water when it broke through the bulletproof glass - it was ironclad evidence that the mechanical curve of the bulletproof glass had been violently breached, and even the design that could block the bullet still looked fragile until it was more exaggerated.

Two layers of bulletproof glass turned into a sky full of crystal chips, followed by a gushing of plasma.

'01', whose name he didn't even know, collapsed in the moment of the fight, and before he could swing the hammer, the young warrior had already had his head smashed to Crut.

"The second."

And then the killing didn't stop.

Out of confidence in the number of people, it is also limited by the width of the corridor. Fenrir's five fighters lined up in a near-straight line - a reckless decision. Although this distance is more convenient for support in close combat, when they face an opponent like Krut, they have no way to support them. This formation loses all its benefits and instead provides convenience to the enemy.

Kluet's movements did not pause.

After smashing the enemy's dog head, he pulls the crowbar hard.

The heavy steel shell toppled over Krut, and the old lion slumped over his shoulders and hid behind the corpse.

After a moment's hesitation, the follow-up team members did not fire at their teammates' corpses (even if they did), and Klut pulled the crowbar out of the enemy's corpse and pushed the corpse forward with his left foot, which shattered the ground.

The half-ton steel block flew into the air and smashed into the chest of the second enemy, causing him to almost sit on the ground.

With the loud thud of metal colliding with metal, the unprepared enemy fell into chaos. And it was in this confusion that Klute took another step and swung the crowbar again.

"Ah——!!!h

The roar of fear came to an abrupt end, and the moment of embracing death, the second deceased was filled with despair.

This time, a barrage finally came.

The secret to the loss of reason of the continuous bombardment no longer distinguishes between friend and foe, and the corpses of friendly soldiers are overwhelming.

A continuous rain of steel swept through the corridors, destroying everything that was already in tatters.

But it didn't work.

Most of the hurried bullets hit the corpses, and even Klut failed to contain them during the mission.

Due to the cover of the corpse, Klute was only shot in the limbs. A good armored arc ejected all the projectiles, and he did not even receive much impact because the angle of incidence was too large.

In the rain of steel, Klute continued to assault, even though the mask had been whitewashed by the barrage, and the dense cracks obscured all the vision. But he still relied on the memory in his mind to act, and calmly waved the crowbar.

The sluggish feel was accompanied by a high-pitched exclamation.

Klute immediately understood what was happening, and instead of letting go of the crowbar in his right hand, he pulled hard - at the same time, he activated the cutting gun in his right arm.

Blazing sparks of lightning surged forward like swords, slicing in the direction of the arm's head. The intense light of the fire stained Kluet's cracked mask red, accompanied by an abrupt scream that softened in an instant.

In the face of the blazing impact, the enemy's visor melted in an instant, and the vector of the torch blew the glass solution backwards - but before the hot droplets spewed onto the enemy's face, the cutting torch enough to blow the steel burned through the enemy's skull, leaving only a horrific wreckage.

There are two left.

Piece of cake.

In the heat of battle, Kluet's spirit began to come alive. The honor of killing three enemies in a matter of seconds didn't make the old warrior proud, but rather calmed him down – and therefore more terrifying.

'I need vision'

At this point, it no longer makes sense to keep the first layer of bulletproof masks. Although his protection will be reduced as a result, Klut needs to restore his vision more than that defense.

WITH THAT IN MIND, HE USED HIS NEURAL LINK TO ORDER ALICE TO HAVE THE POWER ARMOR'S CONTROLLER DETONATE THE EXPLOSIVES HIDDEN BEHIND THE MASK.

It was a tiny, but reasonably calculated explosive. Under the impact of these directional explosions, Krutna's white marks were mended, and the mask that was almost like a spider's web shattered forward.

He regained his vision, and at the same time, he saw something terrible.

After being slaughtered like a fowl, the fourth enemy neither fled, nor wavered—his left hand was reaching straight for Klutt, using the automatic gun on his forearm to shoot at Kluter. And its right hand was already raised high, and in that hand, the heavy warhammer was about to be swung down.

Interesting.

It's so interesting.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and in time and space that was slowly advancing at a thousandfold speed, Klut's brain was working wildly.

This isn't a temporary move, and if you don't start raising your hammer until your teammates are killed, it's too late.

Being able to make this move can only prove one thing - that is that the guy had already made his judgment before Klut started to charge, and the first MKII was not destroyed. Thinks that the teammates in front of him can't resist Kluet's attack.

If it weren't, its actions would be stupid - as long as a teammate hasn't been eliminated, its attack at the moment will be pure murder.

- Murder of teammates.

'Who are you?' ’

Kluet's expression became excited and hideous.

The original disdain for the enemy finally changed slightly, mixed with a little appreciation.

He's a good guy.

For this keen warrior, the old lion does not mind giving a higher rating.

But he didn't know.

Opposite him, under the pitch-black power armor - the 'hero' who drove the steel skeleton and fought against him like an ancient samurai was not a blind tough guy.

It's a girl with short black hair and a little freckles on her face.

Fenrir 0015 - Blade Skeleton.