Erik watched as the blackguards began their retreat. The rebel forces had inflicted heavy casualties to Volkov's army, and the remaining blackguards knew they were outmatched.
They were strong, but not to the point they could avoid laser bolts, bombs and brain crystal powers.
As the order ca through their communication devices, Shatterfist let out a frustrated growl, but he knew better than to disobey.
If the command center decided to make them retreat, despite how humiliating that was, there was a good reason for it.
"Fall back! Regroup at the rendezvous point!"
Erik fell in step with his team, keeping his head down as they made their way through the devastated plaza.
While he was relieved to see Volkov's n and the blackguards retreat, he didn't like the overall situation at all.
The rebels luckily killed a lot of enemy soldiers, but their death toll was as high, especially considering the number of rebels was much lower than that of Volkov's army's and the blackguards'.
While they retreated, the soldiers all had ashen faces. Their morale had been clearly shaken, and their pride shattered. That wasn't only true for the blackguards, but even for Volkov's army.
This was an ambush, and yet, the rebels had been able to play a reverse card on them, making a counter ambush.
Even they had to admit that the rebels' move had been astute.
Erik spared a glance back. He and the others reached the edge of the plaza by now, and were almost on a side street that would lead the troops outside of the ambush site.
"Keep moving, Savage Blood!" Shatterfist said.
"Yes."
The rebels hadn't given up. They were chasing the enemy with relentless determination while killing them from behind.
In Erik's opinion, the best thing to do would have been to retreat. The blackguards weren't so simple. Even if they retreated, no one could say with certainty they had no trick up their sleeves.
The rebels were gaining ground.
Just as Erik feared the rebels might catch up, a thunderous explosion rocked the area. He whirled around to see a team of blackguards descending upon the battlefield, their leader at the forefront.
"Dark Tendril," Erik said, recognizing Zakir among the fighters. Of course, he was the first to engage.
The elite blackguards moved with predatory grace. It was to the point even Erik was impressed by their theatrical entrance.
Of course, they weren't just trying to impress the others, because their brain-crystal powers were making quick work of the rebel forces.
Erik had an explanation for himself. He had the biological supercomputer, who made him techniques that made it much easier to make neural links. But Zakir? The blackguards either had a better technique, compared to the average citizen, or the man was simply talented, and insane at that.
Zakir used his tendrils to carve a path through the enemy throng; his tendrils' strikes were lightning-fast and devastating, often ending up in missing limbs and rolling heads.
Erik watched as the rebels were cut down one by one, or more at a ti.
The rebels didn't expect this. They didn't expect soone to single-handedly kill them in droves in a matter of monts.
Caught off guard by this new threat, they struggled to mount an effective defense.
"Move! Don't waste ti anymore!" But Erik found himself frozen. That was a chance to kill Zakir and his team.
He thought about it. It took no longer than a fraction of a second, of course, but the conclusion he reached was simple.
That wasn't the right thing to do. If Montum was really behind Zakir, then Erik could take his chance to find and kill him.
But that wasn't the only reason. If he left and killed Zakir, all the work he had done to make Ben Fink a blackguard would be thrown away.
But that didn't an he would not take his chance to do sothing. He gritted his teeth in frustration—he really wanted to kill the guy-and activated his instability brain crystal power, focusing his gaze on Zakir.
Erik tuned down his speed, and then turned. There was a cluster of rebels targeting
Shatterfist.
They were going to kill him if he didn't act.
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