Chapter 1347: Pursuit
Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
An hour later.
Sheyan was already slightly panting. He was in a rather sorry state, with flesh and blood all over him, but fortunately, most of the flesh and blood belonged to others.
He had only two real injuries. The first one was on the chest, made by a Dark Templar’s vicious warp blade. The wound dragged nastily from his left shoulder all the way down to his lower right abdon. The Dark Templar must have been anticipating the cut to split his opponent in two, but it unfortunately only caused such a wound on Sheyan.
Sheyan’s muscles wriggled and grew rapidly, trying to nd the wound, but there was still so residual force of the warp blade on it, so it was healing rather slowly.
This injury was a result of Sheyan’s carelessness. He had dueled a large number of Dark Templars previously, so he thought he knew them well, but he found that he had underestimated these Dark Templars. They were veteran Dark Templars who had undergone the baptism of fire and blood on various battlefields, completely different from the new recruits.
Of course, the mont the Dark Templar managed to get a solid hit on Sheyan, Ronnie had instantly appeared behind him like a ghost. His lethal weapon that glowed blood-red pierced through the Dark Templar’s black veil, slicing his throat. Warm erald green fluid had splashed about, filling the air with a slightly pungent sll.
Sheyan’s second injury was on his head, very close to his eyes. Blood had coagulated on his eyebrows, making his face look even more nacing. This injury was acquired when he tried to help an ally. A heroic Zergling had swung its claws down on his head and swiped away a large piece of his scalp, together with the hair. His skull was even visible through the wound.
This wound must be washed with clean water to remove the corrosive energy left by the Zergling’s claws, or it would have a hard ti healing.
There were only eight mbers remaining of the original fifteen-mber squad. Besides Sheyan, Ronnie, Ramtas, Kyrgyzna and Pontin, there was also a Marine nad Zengi, another Marine nad Queiroz, and a dic, Annie.
The Protoss and the Zerg seed to have co to a certain agreent. Both sides had devoted a part of their forces to hunt Sheyan’s group down. Enemy troops ca at them one wave after another in succession. First, it was the Zerg troops, then the Protoss troops, then the Zerg troops again... They were chanical, brutal, and unending, not giving Sheyan’s group a chance to catch their breath.
Sheyan’s squad was currently recuperating on one of the higher floors of a tall building. They silently sprayed dicines on their wounds and bandaged them up. Sheyan looked towards the distance, then broke the silence.
“We’re moving in the right direction. Take a five-minute break, then get ready to move out.”
After that, he turned to Annie.
“Do you want to get stronger?”
Although Annie was exhausted, her eyes still glead with excitent as she nodded earnestly. At such a ti, no one wished to die, so everyone wished to rapidly grow more powerful.
Sheyan walked up to her and spread open his palm. A brown crystal about the size of a pea lay on it. It slowly dissolved into smoke right there on his palm and seeped into Annie through her nostrils.
One would grow stronger the quickest by experiencing intense battles of life and death. Furthermore, there was a hack like Sheyan there who could strengthen them with the spirit crystals dropped by the enemies.
Therefore, all the surviving soldiers were at least elite level now. Sheyan had also consciously directed more resources towards Annie, the sole surviving dic. As long as she could grow to beco a heroic unit, they should be safe as long as they did not encounter the Queen of Blades herself.
Having inhaled all the smoke, Annie trembled, then suddenly passed out. Sheyan seed to have expected that. He instantly grabbed her and held her under his arm, then turned to the others.
“Let’s go.”
By this ti, Ronnie had silently connected a sliding rope to another building next door, then motioned for them to slide to the other side. Rope-sliding so high off the ground may seem dangerous, but for trained people, it was no big deal.
However, when it was Sheyan’s turn to rope-slide over, a Hydralisk suddenly burrowed out of the ground as if it was a planned move. It pushed through the tal plate on the ground and spat at the rope up in the air.
anwhile, a Mutalisk approached from the air too. It fluttered its wings vigorously to overco the force of gravity as it spewed its spores at Sheyan.
These two creatures had obviously been lying in wait to prepare a deadly trap for Sheyan!
In that instant, all the Marines applied their Stimpacks, no longer concerned about the consequences. With bloodshot eyes, they focused fire on the Hydralisk below, blasting it into a pool of blood and pus within three seconds.
However, the Mutalisk’s acid spores had already snapped the tough sliding rope apart. Sheyan was still more than 5 ters away from the opposite building!
Sheyan flung Annie, whom he was carrying, away. The force he used was just right for Annie to land on the opposite platform. Annie rolled several tis after landing and did not appear to be hurt.
But because of the throw, Sheyan dropped even faster towards the ground hundreds of tres below. The trap laid down by the Hydralisk and Mutalisk seed to have worked. The elite Mutalisk roared with joy and dove lower so as to better witness its enemy splattering into a bloody pulp with its own eyes!
But Sheyan suddenly vanished while in mid-air. When he appeared again, he was already on the back of the elite Mutalisk!
That was the teleportation ability on the ring ‘Entanglent of Victory’! Sheyan did not forget to point out a direction to the others who were staring wide-eyed from the top of the building, gesturing for them to leave first. Then, he clenched his fist and slamd it down on the Mutalisk’s head! At the sa ti, he clamped his legs hard.
The strength he exerted with his legs was extraordinary. He instantly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking. The elite Mutalisk scread in agony, but the scream was soon cut short by the green fluid gushing from its mouth. Sheyan’s rock-hard fist slamd down on its head, sending down one punch after another. The creature’s skull had most likely cracked after experiencing those punches.
These punches were for the purpose of causing as much pain as possible to the Mutalisk, so that its simple brain could not function properly and could only act according to instinct. Otherwise, if it ca up with a bad idea like dying together with Sheyan, Sheyan would be in big trouble.
From a third person’s perspective, the Mutalisk flew unsteadily in the air as if it was drunk. It got closer and closer to the ground as its strength waned.
In this instant, a weapon with an intense blood-red glow was forming on Sheyan’s hand that was wrapped around the Mutalisk’s neck! It was Evil Sword Apophis!
When the Mutalisk flew closer to the ground than it had ever been, Sheyan rolled off its back. The red glow on Evil Sword Apophis was so dense that it seed like it was dripping blood. The head of the Mutalisk suddenly flew to the sky. Dark green acid sprayed out of it like an out of control faucet of a fire engine. Its head had been chopped off by Sheyan!!
Sheyan stood up slowly after falling to the ground. His gaze seed indifferent, but upon closer scrutiny, one would notice the burning determination hidden within.
For he had seen a squad of Protoss troops that was approaching slowly from the other end of the long street.
Among the Protoss troops, Sheyan even saw so familiar armours. They had fought side by side before this, but they were now enemies who had to fight to the death! Sheyan’s eyes finally settled on an extraordinary-looking Dragoon which had six long hydraulic legs...
Tochego.
The heroic Dragoon, Tochego.
Sheyan stared long and hard at Tochego, and Tochego’s chanical compound eyes stared back at him. After a few seconds, both sides moved at the sa ti!
A string of photon projectiles exploded at the spot where Sheyan stood a mont before. Even after the dust settled, the flowing plasma at the bottom of the pit the projectiles made was still dimly visible. Electric charges leaped up like freshly-caught fish.
At least twenty powerful Zealots rushed at Sheyan at an orderly pace, their montum akin to an army of thousands! Fortunately, Sheyan had already dashed into an adjacent building. The sounds of things crashing ca from inside, as if the building he had rushed into was a ceramic shop.
The Zealots were about to rush in too, but a huge tal plate spinning at a high speed ca whirring towards them from the inside. The few who charged at the very front were instantly sent flying back, while the rest kept moving forward without breaking stride! However, the mont they stepped into the building, as if they had crossed an invisible barrier that did sothing to them, all of them bent down and gasped for breath while blue liquid dripped down from their masks at the mouth!
SARS was finally spreading among the Protoss, baring its ferocious fangs!
Sheyan was feeling exhausted too. After landing a successful hit, he instantly turned around and fled, not stopping there for a mont longer than was necessary. He had only just caught his breath when he suddenly felt an intense heat coming from sowhere nearby. A part of the tal wall was rapidly dissolving into red-hot molten tal. After that, a blinding flash of white engulfed him!
The attack ca so abruptly that Sheyan only had enough ti to protect his head with his hands!
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