Chapter 279 Sector Alpha City First War-04
As the defenders and the people of Sector Alpha City reveled in their hard-earned victory, the atmosphere abruptly shifted. Dark clouds gathered, and an unnatural, blood-red sky emerged on the horizon, casting an ominous shadow as if the world itself had descended into the abyss of hell.
The once-retreated demonic horde made a sinister return, but this time, they were accompanied by higher-ranking entities known as Mammon's Hell Guard.
Clad in resplendent golden armor, these demonic sentinels resembled an infernal version of ancient imperial guards, radiating an aura of malevolence. Their armor glowed with an eerie, enticing allure that could captivate the weak-willed, inducing uncontrollable greed. Each demon wielded a collection of shiny blades, varying in size but all exuding a sinister gleam.
The blades seemed to possess an otherworldly sharpness, reflecting the dark power that imbued these hellish sentinels. As Mammon's Hell Guard advanced, the very sight of their opulent armor and bewitching weapons became a perilous temptation, capable of turning the hearts of onlookers into submissive servants of these demonic creatures.
The arrival of Mammon's Hell Guard signaled a new level of threat, combining physical prowess with the insidious power to exploit the vulnerabilities of the human spirit.
"Shit! Those are Mammon's Hell Guard!" The Grand Paladin exclaimed in alarm. Without hesitation, he leaped off the high-rise building, invoking his faith to cast a holy protection and infusing himself with divine power, elevating his physical capabilities far beyond human limits. Utilizing various poles and window ledges from the building, he descended rapidly.
The Grand Paladin was the first to touch the ground, swiftly followed by his paladins. The group of holy warriors sprinted to the front of the bridge, where the large blockade stood, and promptly prepared the blessed ground. This sacred defense was essential to guard against the corrupting influence of the demonic power that accompanied Mammon's Hell Guard.
As the Grand Paladin and his companions reached the front of the bridge, they began a rhythmic and powerful chant, invoking the sacred incantations of the "Blessed Fortress." The words resonated with ancient power, weaving a protective barrier against the malevolent influence of Mammon's Hell Guard.
"Sanctus terrae benedictum (Holy ground be blessed),
Aegis contra tenebras (Shield against the darkness),
Fortitudo in luce divina (Strength in divine light),
Custodi nos a corruptione (Guard us from corruption)."
The chant echoed through the air, each syllable charged with divine energy. The ground beneath them glowed with a radiant aura as the Blessed Fortress took form, creating a sacred ground against the corrupting forces that accompanied the arrival of the higher-ranking demons.
Witnessing the arrival of Mammon's Hell Guard, Field Commander Sullivan didn't waste time with questions. He swiftly shouted orders, directing the evacuation of the injured to the back line. Simultaneously, he instructed the remaining defenders to take their positions at the front and stand ready.
The Hell Guard wasted no time either, rushing towards the blockade with an unnaturally swift pace, surpassing even the speed of typical demons. It swiftly reached the midpoint of the island bridge, skillfully evading the intercepting fire from the defenders. The demonic entity then brandished its massive blade, using it both as a shield and a weapon as it charged towards the blockade.
As hundreds of Mammon's Hell Guard surged through the island bridge, their speed defied the norm, outpacing even the swiftest of vehicles. They skillfully deflected and guarded against the hail of bullets, showcasing a level of agility and coordination that left the defenders in awe.
The Hell Guard, however, were not impervious. The relentless barrage of bullets took its toll, causing injuries among the demonic ranks. Only the blessed bullets from the light autocannon posed a significant threat to the Hell Guard. In their lack of caution, a few Hell Guard succumbed to these bullets, suffering fatal shots to the head.
As the Hell Guard closed in on the blockade, one of them, standing about 10-15 meters away, unleashed a taunt that echoed with malevolence. With a tone of contempt, it sneered at the defenders, its words dripping with arrogance.
"Tremble and fall upon my might! Worthless mortals!!" The taunt reverberated through the air, a chilling proclamation of the Hell Guard's confidence in its overwhelming power.
In a swift and decisive response to the Hell Guard's taunting, the air resonated with the sound of multiple blessed blades cutting through the demonic arrogance. The source of this interruption became evident as the Grand Paladin, Christopher Ward, emerged from the defenders' ranks.
With unparalleled precision, Christopher Ward's arsenal of blessed blades found their mark, piercing through the necks and bodies of the Hell Guard who dared to mock the defenders. The once-confident demons found their declarations of might met with a barrage of sharp blades from the Grand Paladin, who had come to bolster the defending effort. As if to mock the taunt that the hell spawn just declare.
As Christopher Ward continued his assault on Mammon's Hell Guard, he paused momentarily, closing his eyes in fervent prayer. His words resonated with a divine plea for strength and guidance:
"Lord of Light, bless mine arms with strength unyielding,
That I may swiftly crush the demonic arrogance that plagues this land.
Bestow upon my body resilience against the infernal onslaught,
Guarding it against the malevolent forces that seek to corrupt.
Grant mine legs agility to dance through the shadows of darkness,
Evading the demonic threats that lurk in the abyss.
In Thy name, I shall stand resolute, a beacon against the encroaching night,
For I am the defender of the sacred, the champion of the righteous fight."
With each uttered word, an ethereal energy enveloped him, enhancing his already augmented physical capabilities. As the prayer reached its zenith, Christopher Ward opened his eyes with renewed determination, a fresh set of blessed blades materializing in his hands.
With his prayer echoing, Christopher Ward felt the surge of celestial energy coursing through his veins. Opening his eyes, now glowing with a radiant fervor, he leaped off the high barricade, landing amidst the Hell Guard with unparalleled grace.
His blessed blades danced through the air, each strike guided by the divine strength bestowed upon him. The Hell Guard, taken aback by this sudden burst of resilience, faced a relentless assault they had not anticipated. The Grand Paladin's subordinates joined the fray, wielding an array of blessed weaponry.
Dual handguns spat blessed bullets, leaving trails of holy light as they sought demonic flesh. Longswords gleamed with sanctified power, slashing through the air in disciplined arcs. Spears, held with unwavering precision, thrust towards demonic adversaries.
Observing the intense melee between Mammon's Hell Guard and the paladins, Field Commander Sullivan grew concerned about the possibility of friendly fire.
With the Hell Guard engaged in close combat with the paladins, who were outnumbered, Sullivan shouted commands to his soldiers, his voice piercing through the tumult of battle. "Soldiers! Ready the shotguns! Engage in melee!"
The soldiers responded with swift precision, shouldering their shotguns and advancing into the fray. The metallic clanking of their heavy armor echoed as they approached the demonic horde, determined to bring the holy wrath of their blessed pellets upon the infernal invaders.
In the midst of the melee, Sullivan's voice rang out again, a beacon of leadership amidst the clash of steel and demonic roars. "Hold the line! Drive them back from whence they came!" The soldiers, guided by his unwavering command, pressed forward, shotguns roaring as they sought to obliterate the demonic threat in the melee.
Boom! Splash!
Field Commander Sullivan fired his shotgun at an unaware Hell Guard rushing towards him. The pellets blasted the demon's entire upper torso, killing it in one shot.
"You! You are just a mere mortal!" another demon came to assist, but it was too late. Its comrade had just died under the hand of the mortal it despised. The demon changed the target to the mortal in the black hulking power armor, aiming to cut this arrogant mortal in two.
Clank!
The blade caught the power armor's heavy adamantite plate and completely blocked the Hell Guard's blade advance, leaving only a thin scratch.
At that moment, Field Commander Sullivan shoved his heavy shotgun barrel into the Hell Guard's mouth and blew its head clean off.
Booom!
"Idiot," Sullivan uttered in disdain before engaging with another Hell Guard.
In the chaotic maelstrom of the melee, the clash between Mammon's Hell Guard and the paladins, along with the soldiers in hulking power armor, intensified. Christopher Ward led the charge, his blessed blades cutting through the demonic entities with divine precision. His paladins, wielding an array of weapons from dual handguns with blessed bullets to spears infused with holy energy, fought alongside him in a synchronized dance of combat.
Soldiers in hulking power armor, armed with shotguns that unleashed blessed pellets, added the thunderous roar of gunfire to the cacophony of battle. The demonic horde, confronted by this united front of defenders, found themselves facing an onslaught from both close-quarter weaponry and powerful ranged attacks.
Amidst the fury of the battle, Sullivan's commanding voice continued to ring out. "Hold fast! We can't let them breach our defenses! Drive them back!" The soldiers, despite the loss of some of their comrades, fought valiantly against the demonic onslaught. Their enhanced strength and training allowed them to stand toe-to-toe with Mammon's Hell Guard, creating a frontline that refused to yield.
The Hell Guard, once taunting and arrogant, now faced a relentless resistance that defied their expectations.
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