I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 641 - 639 Ambush

In a world blanketed with snow and mountain ranges that stacked upon each other, the air twisted.

Footprints appeared in the snow, followed by a large, sunken area.

An instant later, twelve tall warriors clad in optical camouflage crawled to the edge of a cliff.

These warriors had an average height of 2.2 meters and wore thick, white armored suits. Their steely gray full-face helmets sported a piece of brown eyewear.

The design of the armor was plain; the breastplate was made of sturdy cerasteel, while the arms and belly were covered with thick gray-white leather. The shoulder guards weren’t connected to the breastplate but were instead strapped directly onto the upper arms. The forearms had guards with some riveted structures, featuring a display screen and control knobs to adjust the armor’s built-in functions, protected by a cover that could be closed. The gloves they wore resembled gauntlets, with protruding rivets at the joints. Their helmets were also equipped with shortwave transceivers that allowed communication via built-in earphones.

The lower half of the armor was similar to the upper body. The greaves at the back of the calves housed a disposable ejection nozzle and fuel tank for a single super jump. The armor was heavy but quiet in movement due to the use of sound-absorbing materials. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

On their belts hung waterproof, shockproof pouches, into which three iron boxes were inserted; these actually served as magazines for the weapons they held.

Their weapons were very large; the grips were especially broad, connecting directly with the neural contact points in the palms of the gloves. There was no need to pull a trigger; firing was controlled by thought. The shape of the weapon was that of a broad automatic rifle without a stock, firing anti-material sniper rifle rounds in rapid succession with a capacity of 30 rounds in the magazine. These bullets were originally designed for use against tanks and light helicopters.

In addition to the large-caliber rifles, each person was also equipped with a ceramic-steel machete about 40 centimeters in length. The back of the knife was as thick as four fingers, and the blade was as thin as a hair strand. The hilt too had neural contact points that could control the conductive module on the guard, instantly charging the blade with a hundred thousand volts of electricity. When the electrified blade struck an enemy, the surging electric arc would instantly char them.

Below the cliff was a vast frozen lake, its snowy banks meeting the pale sky at the horizon. The twelve warriors lay there as if facing a formidable enemy, adjusting the telescopic function of their eyepieces.

"They’re coming," one of them said.

"This is a reconnaissance mission; don’t engage the enemy recklessly," the captain instructed.

"We know, we know," another said.

"What if the other side also sends a small reconnaissance force?" another warrior asked.

"If there are less than 20 of them, we ambush. If there’s even one more, don’t open fire. Let’s leave it at that," the captain said.

"The Federation seems to have fallen, as has the East Continent. Our space for maneuver is limited. When exactly will we launch a major counterattack?" the warrior asked again.

"We’ll wait for the right moment. Commander Lu will tell us. For now, we need to understand our own limits and collect combat data for our equipment. It’s not the time for a decisive battle yet," the captain said.

"I can hardly wait. I want to fight those monsters; I want to take back my city! Didn’t we do quite well last week? Their army didn’t seem all that formidable," the warrior said.

"Maybe we were just lucky, or maybe those soldiers were only the lowest level of enhanced beings. Don’t underestimate Him," the captain said.

The warrior fell silent for a while. The captain observed the opposite side of the frozen lake and tapped his helmet twice.

The team tensed up; this was the signal that the reconnaissance team was ready to touch down.

The squad said no more, with weapons loaded and knives drawn, resting on their chests.

A dark line soon appeared across the lake; before long, it turned into a row of figures.

It was a team of tall soldiers, their stature matching theirs, wearing pitch-black combat suits and full-face helmets. They were black figures against the snowy landscape, these soldiers not bothering with camouflage, blatantly disregarding anyone else’s presence.

In a breath’s time, these soldiers had reached the middle of the lake, clustering together in a group that numbered around thirty.

At this moment, the captain pulled the pin from a grenade.

He stood up, flexed his right arm, and hurled the grenade with brute force, throwing it over a thousand meters. The speed was so fast that the eye could hardly keep up, and the grenade exploded in the air, just before landing, shattering a large chunk of the ice surface.

More than a dozen soldiers instantly fell into the icy lake waters. The captain, now holding a machete in his right hand and a rifle in his left, leaped off the cliff.

Following his lead, the soldiers behind also jumped off.

Just before landing, the jets on their feet ignited with a whoosh, the reverse thrust drastically slowing their descent, allowing for a safe landing.

"Rip them apart!" the captain roared.

"Rip them apart!" the troops echoed in unison.

In the blink of an eye, these twelve towering soldiers charged to the lakeside, raised their high-caliber rifles, and started blasting at the ice surface, throwing several grenades in the process.

The ice field tore apart under the cacophony of explosions and high-caliber bullets, disintegrating in massive chunks like a city shaken by an earthquake. The black-clad soldiers fell one after the other into the frigid water, and although some gunfire attempted to strike back, the soldiers evaded.

Even with these black-clad soldiers sinking into the lake, the captain did not let his guard down. Moments later, bubbles surged in the lake, and more than a dozen black-clad soldiers leapt from the depths, flew over their heads, and landed in the frozen forest behind them.

At a distance of only 40 meters, the two sides could see each other just by looking, and in the next second, bullets rained down. The standard-caliber bullets made mere dents in the soldiers’ breastplates and were deflected by the curved surfaces of the armor.

"His army! Wipe them out!" the captain shouted.

The high-caliber rifles spewed out anti-material sniper rounds. The black-clad soldiers, raising their hands to shield themselves, withstood three shots, but the fourth round broke their arms. Yet they showed no fear or retreat, abandoning their guns and conjuring a ball of fire from thin air, spraying flames toward the soldiers.

The soldiers quickly dispersed, continuing to fire their rifles, quickly shattering four Descendant Soldiers.

"We got them! We got them! We can do this!" a soldier shouted joyfully.

"Stay focused!" the captain commanded.

While the soldier was still rejoicing, a mud hand stretched out from the frozen ground below and grabbed him.

He stumbled for an instant, rolled to escape, and when he got up, a Descendant Soldier was already upon him.

The next second, the captain caught up, the electric arc dancing on his blade as he sliced upward into the waist of the Descendant Soldier. The crackling current zapped through the enemy’s body, rendering it immobile.

The soldier raised his rifle and fired three successive shots into the Descendant Soldier’s head, blowing it to pieces.

Looking around, he saw the remaining soldiers had also finished their battle, with twelve shattered corpses lying in the snow, and another twenty or so would remain forever at the bottom of the lake.

Although this group of Descendant Soldiers possessed a variety of superpowers, they appeared to be the lowest of the low. Anti-material bullets could break their steely bodies, and they could manipulate fire, earth, and wind, but not impressively so. The captain felt no joy over this victory, for he knew the extent of Divine Power Tianyang’s capabilities. He did not believe this group represented the full strength of His army.

With that, he removed his helmet.

The air was cold. Even though they had been transformed into the Demon Marine Corps, possessing physical capabilities beyond ordinary humans, the wind from the North Pole still cut against their faces, as painful as a knife’s slash.

"Captain! You said earlier not to fire recklessly unless there were more than 20. But just now, there were over 30 of them," a soldier said with a laugh.

Wang Ye replied, "That’s why I threw the grenade."