Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

trap?

Hearing what the elf named Ina said, coupled with the ghost-faced beast clamoring to die, and the scene in front of him, Leon made a decisive decision, switched on the communication and said to Brea:

"Aya, inform the ministries to suspend the encirclement and suppression of the Jilahani tribe. Also, we found out-of-control humanoid aliens at our location, and need more support to help control or eliminate them."

Leon said at the same time.

The lieutenant also ordered: "Expand the formation! Be vigilant!"

"yes!"

The team quickly dispersed, keeping the distance in a semi-circular formation and pointing their guns at the three elves, while the two Cyclops were still at the forefront.

Without Lyon's deliberate instructions, ten emergency response teams also joined the formation.

at this time.

The elder elf dissipated the beam of light, controlled its body to land on the ground smoothly, and looked around with eyes full of blue light.

Finally, it set its sights on Leon and the others, and said with a smile in an echoing tone:

"Humans, the group of races that prayed for the mercy and blessing of the gods, can still walk out of the earth without the care of the gods..."

Saying that, it looked at the four elites and commented: "It's even started to keep pets, well, it's worthy of praise."

! !

Seeing the uncharacteristically spoken words of the elder elf, Yi Na and another compatriot who had deployed the psychic shield knew that the most knowledgeable and powerful elder among the six "persons" had been captured by the demon...

Completely replaced by Pallas the Cthulhu.

And Pallas, who occupied the body of the elder elf, turned sideways slightly, raised his right hand, pointed his palm at Ina and the others, and released the psychic lightning without any hesitation or saying anything.

"Beep!" With a sound, the spiritual energy shield was broken.

"puff!"

The nameless elf who was maintaining the shield directly vomited blood, and his body was uncontrollably blown away by the blow, falling in a standard parabola more than ten meters away, falling to the ground and being unable to move.

Yi Na was also implicated and was also knocked into the air.

But the end was a bit better than its nameless compatriots, at least he could still show painful struggles, and looked at the front formed by humans, trying his best to remind:

"Run... run..."

run?

Although the lieutenant and a group of UNSC soldiers didn't know what demons and different spaces were, since they saw Pallas attacking, the lieutenant shouted:

"Get rid of this bastard!"

"Huha (aww)!" All the soldiers responded in unison. .

"Before support arrives, assist UNSC to get rid of that out-of-control guy." Leon also issued the same order.

"Yes." The emergency response team replied calmly.

"Tat-tat-tat!"

Immediately thereafter came a burst of gunfire.

But the result is obvious, all types of warheads are unable to cause substantial damage to this evil god. .

Pallas can "out of thin air" block and dissipate all attacks that hit it without even needing to deploy the psychic shield visible to the naked eye.

"Thousands of years have passed, and human beings have not been able to get rid of the bad habit of resisting God..."

Pallas, who ignored all the attacks, sighed with emotion, turned his attention away from the two seriously injured and dying elves, and turned to face the team that was gradually encircling it...

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a few ear-piercing metallic wailings, the two cyclops responsible for the output of firepower were distorted and deformed by unobservable spiritual energy in the blink of an eye.

Like a piece of A4 paper being squeezed into a ball by hand, the two Cyclops were also squeezed into two metal balls by the spiritual energy released by Pallas.

"Pfft!"

The blood of the two drivers gushed out from the gap.

Then, Pallas waved his left hand casually, releasing a faintly visible "air wave" towards a group of UNSC soldiers.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

The energy shields produced by the individual equipment, like the bubbles produced by soap foam, smashed one after another, and the soldiers were immediately blown away and cut by this "air wave".

"Bah! Bah!"

In an instant, the stumps and broken arms flew across, and a blood mist and blood rain rose up, and the blood that fell on the ground would seep into the dry and cracked soil.

After Pallas showed his completely crushing strength, all the UNSC couldn't help but panic.

How to fight this?

Before carrying out the mission, they knew that they would assist Umbrella's agents to deal with difficult targets, but how did they know that they would encounter a guy who could not be physically contacted or captured by means of attack? ?

"This is the fate of rebelling against God, tremble mortals..." Pallas spread his arms, showing a look of contempt for all living beings.

Feeling over.

Pallas no longer slaughtered many people at once, but instead made a fisting movement with his right hand, "pinching" the stunned UNSC soldiers to death one by one, enjoying the brutal and incomparable pleasure of killing.

Leon and the members of the emergency response team did not have the psychological process of being surprised or suspicious of life, and they still attacked Pallas in an orderly manner.

And Lyon also took out a "full moon" grenade, quickly left the team to the right, pulled the ring, released the safety, threw it towards Pallas, and said to Brea:

"Information correction, it's not a mid-level demon, it's a high-level demon. Also, urge support to arrive as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to keep that demon alone."

"Boom!"

Before Leon heard Brea's reply, he heard the explosion of the "Full Moon" grenade.

It's just that the invisible barrier continuously generated by Pallas still blocked the impact of the explosion for it.

"Hey...~!"

But the water of the full moon sprayed out by the explosion of the grenade is corroding the barrier, emitting a thick "white mist".

Although Pallas still failed to do substantial damage, it managed to stop its massacre of soldiers and diverted its attention to Leon.

"Water of the full moon? Ah... It seems that she is awake, hehe."

Pallas looked at Leon who was attacking towards it and was about to throw the full moon grenade again, and couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia.

"Made...!"

At this time, the lieutenant, who had lost half of his subordinates, pointed the commander-type Gauss rifle at Pales' back, regardless of the remaining ammunition and accuracy, pulled the trigger firmly, and roared furiously:

"God, you God of Mahler Gobi! Give me empty ammunition and avenge my dead brother!"

"yes!"

Facing the situation of being absolutely crushed and facing death, the remaining soldiers, led by the lieutenant, aroused their anger.

But it's a pity.

Pallas, who had his back to them, released a psychic energy that no one could resist without even moving this time.

A gap that can't be blinked.

All the people, including Leon and the emergency team, were either "slapped" by the wave of psionic energy, the shields of individual soldiers failed, their bodies were severely injured, and they fell unconscious in the distance, or they were randomly cut by the wave like a sharp blade. Part breaks.

Even Leon, the legendary agent, was "drawn" away by the psionic energy before he pulled off the ring of the grenade, and the mechanical skeleton fell apart directly, lying on the ground with his head up.

"Pooh…"

He turned his head and spat out some "sweet" blood pouring into his mouth, trying to struggle to get up, but his body didn't cooperate.

"Human beings are always so interesting." Pales looked around, and said to the heavily injured Leon and the others:

"Knowing that the end is inevitable, and facing the crushing of absolute strength, but always naively think that it can be overthrown and defeated.

Now, it is up to me, Pallas, the goddess of war and wisdom, to correct the ridiculous vices of you humans. "

"God...what's so great..." Leon said disdainfully.

"Oh." Pallas smiled contemptuously, looked at the immobile Leon again, and asked:

"Human, your courage is commendable, but you were deceived by the man who claimed to be the chairman. Human beings have been worshiping gods since birth, not standing shoulder to shoulder with gods."

"Worship God?"

Leon, with his hair messed up, tried his best to support his upper body with his hands, looked directly at Pallas' pair of pupilless eyes, grinned and said:

"Then get on your knees and sing a verse..."Hi Papa", I might pray to you, how about this proposal...?"

At the same time as Leon said, his right hand stretched toward his back inadvertently.

However, Pallas was not annoyed by Leon's provocation, and he saw that the index finger and thumb of his left hand made light pinching movements.

Immediately afterwards, there was a tooth-piercing "click!" The sound of fractures.

"what…!"

Sensing the piercing pain, Leon's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't bear to howl loudly.

behind him.

The right forearm has been distorted and deformed, and the bones are protruding, so that the right hand can't use any strength at all, causing the sealed container in the grip to roll down, and the water of the full moon is continuously spilled from the opened lid.

"A simple aggressive method, but I appreciate you even more." Pallas, who saw through everything, said with interest.

As it spoke, it approached Leon, and used its psychic power to clamp Leon's neck, and lifted him from the ground forcefully.

Continued: "It can be seen that you are full of aversion to the word God. Come on, tell me in detail how the chairman is bewitching..."

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a weak psychic lightning hit Pallas' invisible barrier.

The words were interrupted, causing Pallas to look sullen, and turned to look at the source of the lightning release.

Seeing that it was the half-dead and unknown elf who had deployed the psychic shield, Pallas raised his left hand and spread his palm, with a hint of displeasure in his tone, and said in a deep voice:

"How can an inferior race like you interrupt the conversation between God and man?"

The voice fell.

A more violent psychic lightning took the shape of a "Z", zigzagging towards the nameless elf.

"Crack!"

"what…!!"

Enduring the stinging and burning all over his body, the nameless elf hissed and screamed.

! ! ? ?

However, Pallas seemed to have sensed something, and quickly stopped releasing the lightning, and gave Leon freedom, turning to face the open space on the other side.

"Boom! Boom!" several times.

Eleven clusters of faint blue space distortions appeared above the clearing, and after that, the dazzling light burst out and disappeared in an instant.

Instead of space distortion, there are eleven warrior guards wearing the exclusive terminators of the Spartan Legion.

The one standing at the front, wearing a golden olive branch crown on his helmet, is Jerome who led the order to Bulton.

Use the Terminator to complete the teleportation.

Jerome shook his hands, and released a nearly one-and-a-half-meter-long energy wrist knife that exudes a red stance. There was no battle cry or superfluous words, and he rushed towards Pallas immediately.

"Wow! Wow!"

"Ri~ whoosh!"

The same was true for the other ten brothers, who remained silent, raised their double-linked bolt guns and large-caliber shoulder cannons, and aimed at Pallas for a concentrated fire attack.

Although the invisible barrier successfully resisted the attack, the thick smoke from the explosion also blocked Pallas' vision, providing cover for Jerome who was about to rush in front of Pallas.

The moment of approach.

Jerome raised his left hand and slashed downwards, while waving his right hand inward, trying to block Pales' retreat

"Om~!"

The two energy wrist knives roared at a speed that ordinary people could not capture.

But this self-proclaimed goddess of war and wisdom, relying solely on the body of the elderly elf, could keep up with Jerome's attack rhythm.

It leaned back, with its legs off the ground, turned sideways in mid-air to avoid the attack, then lightly stepped on Jerome's arm armor with both feet, using its strength to bounce itself away, and made a final backflip, with light and steady steps fall to the ground.

The whole process was extremely fast, almost like an afterimage, and Jerome and Pallas distanced themselves.

See here.

Needless to say, a group of warriors quickly dispersed to complete the encirclement formation, and separated out two brothers holding power spears, ready to kill Pallas with Jerome.

Compared with heads-up, the Warriors and all Spartans pay more attention to cooperation.

Jerome, who had reached the peak of physical skills, continued to "bite to death", and two more brothers provided assistance, and other brothers suppressed firepower, so that Pallas had no chance to release a large-scale spiritual attack.

Now, Pallas, who was light and vigorous, could no longer deal with it calmly as before, and was almost cut in half.

finally.

Pallas, who barely escaped a blow, wanted to repeat the same trick, and when he jumped out of the encirclement with his strength, the energy wrist knife in Jerome's right hand was already approaching its waist.

Seeing this, Pallas immediately abandoned the body of the elder elf before the wrist knife made substantial contact with it.

"呵啦!"

The extremely high-temperature force field blade completed a smooth half cut, directly dividing it into two pieces.

Losing the possession of Pallas, the eyes of the old elf returned to normal, but the eyeballs were turned up, and the blood similar to that of a human kept gushing from its mouth, indicating that it could not die any more.

In fact, the moment Pallas took possession of its body, the result was "death" on both the spiritual and physical levels.

"Behaved very well."

At this time, Pallas, who had never suffered any loss from the beginning to the end, commented next to the ears of Jerome and the brothers:

"Cruel and ruthless, with tyrannical strength, he is indeed a warrior comparable to a god. I like it very much... no, it should be said that I like it too much.

It's a pity that the body of that inferior race can't be banned, otherwise, I can play with you for a while, hahaha~! "

That's all.

All I could hear was Pallas' laughter, and it wasn't until it completely dissipated that the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Jerome ignored the very tempting words, turned around and glanced at the UNSC and the emergency team that suffered heavy casualties, and contacted Byron, who was still in command in low-earth orbit, and asked her to dispatch the ship's technical personnel and medical team to the scene .

"This is not a small role..." Leon, who was lying on the ground with his head up, muttered to himself.

In the past, most of the people hunted and killed by their supervision department were low- and middle-level demons, and that Pallas was far more than any recorded guy.

Even if he doesn't judge by experience, Leon firmly believes that Pallas is definitely a high-level demon.