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The original target of Fierce Eagle was Zombie Queen, but with a little trickery, Zombie Queen managed to throw the hot-headed Fierce Eagle into the Zombie Horde.
A swarm of zombies surrounded Fierce Eagle tightly, making it impossible for him to escape. He hacked down dozens of zombies, but more and more gathered around him.
"I need to get out of here!" Fierce Eagle knew that his armor couldn't withstand close combat for long; he had to find a space for firepower.
In this moment of distraction, a zombie lunged at him, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth to bite his face.
Fierce Eagle saw it clearly; the blood and slime in its mouth were smeared on his screen, allowing him to smell the rotting stench even through his armor.
"Damn it!"
The sound of the zombie's teeth scraping against his armor made Fierce Eagle's hair stand on end. He felt that his armor was vulnerable in front of so many monsters.
His mechanical wings immediately spread out, and Fierce Eagle fired a shot that pierced through the zombie biting him, preparing to soar into the sky to find a better firing position.
"Whoa—"
Suddenly, he felt a strong resistance pulling him down, preventing him from ascending. Looking down, he saw several zombies gripping his weakest ankle with all their might.
Fierce Eagle could even feel a chill from them.
The Gauss Cannon on his shoulder quickly turned and aimed at the zombies below before firing.
"Boom!"
In the violent tremor, Fierce Eagle broke free from the fiery mushroom cloud and began climbing up alongside the tall buildings.
"Huh?"
Fierce Eagle was startled by what he saw. The zombies below had actually climbed up onto the building, using their powerful strength to leap across the glass like frogs, and they were moving incredibly fast!
This wouldn't do; their abilities seemed capable of catching up with him!
Fierce Eagle turned around, deploying weapons from his waist, arms, and shoulders. Wearing the Crimson Phoenix armor, Fierce Eagle resembled a mobile miniature combat base—any weapon could be found on him—
Blue shockwaves, high-explosive shells racing down with a shrill whistle, and Scatter Bombs scattering in the air all rained down from Fierce Eagle. Flames flickered wildly on the floor beneath him as the climbing zombies instantly vanished under this terrifying barrage of firepower.
However, Fierce Eagle was still careless.
There were too many zombies; they couldn't possibly just come from one direction. His movement speed significantly decreased while unleashing high-intensity firepower, making it difficult for him to ascend. This also provided a few Tsongtsong zombies with an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack.
Suddenly, red lights began flashing urgently in the holographic display on Fierce Eagle's side, warning the pilot that danger was approaching.
From nearby rooftops, several zombies leaped down directly at Fierce Eagle's head!
Fierce Eagle fired both hands, and it was too late to defend. A few zombies missed Fierce Eagle and fell into the sea of fire below. As Fierce Eagle shook, a few that weren't steady also fell down.
Only one zombie remained, clinging to Fierce Eagle's mechanical wing and Thruster.
"Get down!"
Fierce Eagle immediately stopped firing and drew out dual blades to grab behind. However, this zombie was unusually cunning, and Fierce Eagle's hand couldn't catch it at all.
The zombie bit on the left and clawed on the right. With a fierce grip, it actually broke off Fierce Eagle's right mechanical wing!
Suddenly, sparks began to fly from the propulsion device behind Fierce Eagle, and gas sprayed out like steam from a pot.
"Sir, the Thruster is damaged; please land safely immediately!"
Xiao Ling's voice echoed inside the armor.
Fierce Eagle was puzzled; it had only broken one side of the mechanical wing, so he could still rely on the Thruster to barely maintain his descent. But then he felt a powerful recoil from behind. It wasn't because the Thruster had increased its power; rather, the Thruster had been rendered useless by this zombie.
The explosion of the Thruster immediately sent this zombie flying away, while Fierce Eagle plummeted toward the regrouping Zombie Horde.
The zombies on the ground reached out their hands, screaming as if welcoming Fierce Eagle.
"Oh no." Fierce Eagle started to panic; he didn't know how long his nearly defenseless armor could hold up after landing.
"Xiao Ling, wake up Fierce Eagle!”
Having landed, he quickly fired a Recoil Projectile to propel himself into the air, but this was only temporary. After firing a few rounds from mid-air, Fierce Eagle still fell into the midst of the Zombie Horde.
"Where did all these zombies come from?" Fierce Eagle couldn't understand. The first time he saw the Zombie Queen, her army of zombies, at most, numbered in the thousands. Now, there were nearly zombies filling the entire city.
With no time to think further, from above, Fierce Eagle looked like the center of a vortex, fighting desperately alone amidst the Zombie Horde, as they surged toward him.
"Take this—"
A horizontal slash at one hundred eighty degrees cut through all the nearby zombies, severed by the golden light of his blade. The Gauss Cannon on his shoulder covered him from behind, with blue flames flickering among the Zombie Horde. But no matter how strong Fierce Eagle was, he couldn't deal with all the approaching zombies alone.
Even with the fierce firepower of the Gauss Cannon, it needed time for ammunition replenishment. It was during this gap that finally a zombie approached from behind and grabbed onto the barrel of his left shoulder's Gauss Cannon, yanking it down!
Just as his right shoulder's Gauss Cannon fired a shot, it met with the same fate. As he was pulled by the behind zombie, he lost his balance and swung his blade, missing its target.
In front of so many zombies, any small mistake could be fatal.
It was this missed strike that gave an opportunity to the nearby zombie. The surging tide of corpses instantly pounced on him, pinning down Fierce Eagle!
"Ah!" He tried to raise his weapon, but it seemed that the zombies had seen through his intentions; as soon as he raised a weapon, one fearless enough would bite down on its muzzle or simply tear it away and crush it underfoot.
Fierce Eagle was completely powerless to resist now. He was pinned down by the Zombie Horde, his armor being torn apart by countless gaping mouths of zombies. Fierce Eagle couldn't even move an inch.
He could only stare wide-eyed, his whole body trembling as if electrocuted, watching as his chest and abdominal armor were slowly sliced open.
"Wow—"
One impatient zombie had already slammed its claw onto his head armor. A claw mark instantly appeared on the only piece of tempered glass in front of him.
"Let them keep biting..."
An Xiaotian surprisingly closed his eyes quietly.
Since death was inevitable, he might as well make it meaningful!
An Xiaotian had never been afraid of death; what he feared most in life was dying without purpose or clarity.
"Drunkenly lying on the battlefield, do not laugh, my lord. This is probably the fate of us warriors."
For some reason, as he felt the pain of his body being torn apart, he recalled the words he had said to Nars.
With so many zombies around, it was better to face them himself than leave them for his comrades.
"Xiao Ling." An Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the snowflakes falling through the claw marks on the glass.
"Sir! The armor exoskeleton has been dismantled by eighty-six percent!"
"Listen to me, Xiao Ling."
An Xiaotian was being lifted by the zombies, like they were carrying a coffin—they intended to strip away the armor from Fierce Eagle's back as well.
"Activate the Detonation Armor's Weapon Bay immediately."
"What? Could you please repeat that command?"
"Self-destruct immediately—" An Xiaotian roared.
"Sir, please calm down! Fierce Eagle is almost here! I have set a delay for your Weapon Bay."
An Xiaotian turned to look at the zombies carrying him—if he could survive, then great; if not, dragging these monsters down with him wouldn’t be too bad...
As a soldier, death didn’t seem so heavy in his eyes.
He could feel that the armor on his back had already been shredded, with energy conduits and various systems exposed; one bite could render the entire armor useless.
"Sir, Fierce Eagle has arrived!"
An Xiaotian suddenly turned to look at the sky. A meteor was flying towards him, breaking through the dense snowflakes, getting closer and closer.
"Xiao Ling?"
"I'm here, sir. I'm installing the emergency ejection system for you."
"Thank you, Xiao Ling."
The Crimson Phoenix armor's broken bodysuit immediately disintegrated, exposing An Xiaotian to the snowfall.
Boom!
An Xiaotian was then ejected from the Crimson Phoenix armor. He spread his arms and flew upwards to meet the Fierce Eagle armor descending from above.
In the snowflakes, An Xiaotian embraced the Fierce Eagle armor in mid-air.
"Oh—heavens!"
This was exhilarating!
The biting cold wind hit his already pale face, and suddenly he was wrapped up by the armor with a clatter. An Xiaotian's vision went dark until the headpiece of the armor completed its assembly. The edges of the tempered glass lit up as all systems began to operate, and a familiar holographic workstation flickered into view.
The zombies looked puzzled as the duck they thought they had caught flew into the sky, once again surrounded by armor overhead.
"All systems are functioning normally; lights have been activated for you."
The searchlights on the Fierce Eagle Armor illuminated from feet to head. Finally, a layer of orange-yellow spread across the black visor as Fierce Eagle gently adjusted his perspective, clenched his fist, and watched as the last piece of armor assembled around his fingers. He raised his face to look down at the Zombie Horde below.
"Rest in peace," Fierce Eagle said as he gazed at the zombies below that were clawing at him; what filled his heart was more pity than anything else.
These zombies were mostly missing limbs, and many wore military uniforms, clearly soldiers who had come here to defend the city in life. The Zombie Queen had reanimated their corpses to use them as her laborers.
If their souls could see their former bodies being used to slaughter their own kind, how much pain those souls must feel.
Boom—
Fierce Eagle silently closed his eyes. The dazzling explosion of the Crimson Phoenix armor could be felt even through his eyelids—a bright white light in the darkness, followed by a burning yellow that swirled at the corners of his eyes.
The sounds of the zombies below were replaced by the explosion, a wave of heat surged forth, and all that remained was Fierce Eagle opening his eyes to see a silent ground below.
However, in the distance, zombies continued to surge forward!
"Damn it!" Fierce Eagle drew his battle sword from behind but was startled by a shockwave coming from behind him.
He only saw a shadow and a white figure intertwining in mid-air, creating bursts of fireworks with each explosion.
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