"Ahh—!"
096 traced an arc in the air, limbs flailing, its mouth split open to an incredible width, screaming and roaring with all its might.
It was even annoying.
096's abdominal cavity had been kicked in by Myron's tens-of-tons-force strike.
But soon, the collapsed abdomen recovered as if nothing had happened, demonstrating that it was an undead creature with extremely strong regenerative capabilities.
"Thud!" 096 slammed hard onto the sandy ground.
"Crack."
It moved its joints at a teeth-grinding angle, stood up, and faced the command building in front of it, preparing to continue screaming and then [redacted] Myron.
But before it could take action.
"Hey! Ugly, eat my bullets!" Myron's unique, teasing voice rang out across the open ground.
"Rat-tat-tat!" accompanied by the mixed noise of the Gauss heavy machine gun and rifle.
Myron and John leaped out from the command building, landed steadily on the ground, and aimed their muzzles at 096, firing wildly.
The distinctive blue muzzle Fire and trajectories completely illuminated the area.
"Ahh—!"
The bullets easily tore holes in 096's body, but its speed did not decrease, and it continued to sprint toward Myron.
"Awoo!" 096 accelerated, leaped up, and charged at Myron, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
However, Myron, whose reflexes and physical skills exceeded the peak of humanity, simply side-stepped with ease, dodging 096's attack, and then took advantage of the momentum to swing his left leg...
"Bang—!"
The armor on the shin of his Thor's Hammer struck 096, and the violent Impact caused it to bend, deform, and then be kicked away once again.
With a "Boom!", 096 smashed into a barracks.
[Detected Myron's Giant Strength special ability activation, explosive power reached at least the kiloton level.]
Seeing this, Myron looked at the collapsing barracks, then at the machine gun in his hand, and said, very confused:
"Is the gun... not as good as my foot?"
John, who was good at analyzing the situation, immediately asked: "Number Four, report."
"Already in position, but the target is moving too fast for an effective snipe."
Hearing Karl's reply, John turned his head to look at Myron, and unusually called both of them by their names, saying:
"Myron, you heard what Karl said. Control that guy and create shooting conditions for her, and also... be careful."
Although they couldn't see each other's expressions through their helmets, Myron, who had a vivid imagination, felt that John must have had an extremely concerned look on his face.
He immediately nodded and said: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"
After speaking, Myron threw away the Gauss machine gun, swung his arms, twisted his neck, and rushed toward the collapsed barracks.
"Ahh—!"
At this moment, 096 lifted the ruins pressing down on it, letting that annoying scream rise again.
"Bang!"
But before 096 could howl for long, its twisted chin was met with a right fist that was much larger than a sandbag and cut through the air.
Along with Myron's annoyed retort: "Ah, screw your 'ah', 'ah'!"
Just as 096 was about to be sent flying by the inertia of the ton-level uppercut, Myron, with incredible reaction speed, reached out his left hand, grabbed 096's right leg as it soared into the air, and threw it onto the open ground behind him.
"Thump!!" Thick smoke and dust rose from the open ground.
But this did not hinder Myron's vision.
He walked with heavy steps to 096, which was lying limp before him, raised his right foot and stepped on its back, temporarily controlling its movements.
Then he bent down, grabbed 096's disproportionate arms with both hands, braced his right foot, and stretched backward, attempting to rip it apart directly with brute force.
"Crack - crack -"
But the result Myron got was just the teeth-grinding sound of joints being twisted out of place, and...
"Ahh—!" 096's annoying scream.
Finding that the thing in his hands was gradually becoming uncontrollable, Myron had to shout into the comms: "Karl!"
[Detected that Karl is under the influence of John's Good Luck, the Fatal Strike special ability is activating.]
"Ri~~"
One could hear a weapon charging sound effect in the comms, and it was gradually increasing in volume, until it caused slight tinnitus.
John, who was observing from a distance, immediately reminded Myron: "Number Three! Set your Energy Shield to maximum!"
"Shoo!!"
In an instant, a blinding blue light flashed from the signal tower on the east side of the Base, accompanied by a loud noise like a railgun projectile leaving the barrel.
Immediately following was a beam of light as thick as a wrist, shooting straight toward 096's right arm.
"Pfft—!" Malnourished flesh and tissue splattered everywhere.
"Boom!" Suddenly, a mushroom cloud of sand and dust rose from Myron and 096's location.
"Whoosh—!" The Impact followed, rushing recklessly in all directions.
"Wah~!"
Of course, this Impact also 'blew' the half-ton Myron away.
Myron's Thor's Hammer was enveloped in an Energy Shield glowing with a pale yellow light, ensuring this Spartan did not suffer any harm.
"Bang! Taptap!"
The moment Myron fell, he rolled to absorb the momentum, stood up, maintained his balance, and then looked up at the rising mushroom cloud.
.
Just as Halsey had said in her private evaluation of Myron to William, "Even if he is silly and naive, he is still a Spartan, an efficient killing machine."
.
John had originally intended to catch Myron as he flew toward him, but seeing that the guy was safe and sound, he stopped his run.
And ordered over the comms: "Number Three, report."
"Cough, cough!" Myron fanned away the surrounding smoke and dust, pretending to cough:
"Number Three's physical condition is good. As for the target... it should have been shattered, but I'm not sure if it's dead, or if it has lost the ability to move."
Hearing this, John nodded silently and continued to order:
"Number Four, continue to be responsible for sniping from a distance.
Cortana, try to scan the target's physiological condition.
Number Five, Number Ten, after sending the survivors away, come quickly to assist us with containment."
"Yes." (x4)
Before long, Cortana replied: "Sergeant Major, the target seems to be able to interfere with my scans. I cannot determine its specific status."
"No matter." John said calmly again: "Number Five, Number Ten, report."
"The survivors have already rendezvoused with the Ares Task Force, and Number Ten and I are about to arrive near the target." Daisy said.
While replying, two Spartans who had lost their vision but whose combat power remained undiminished arrived on the open ground from the other side and walked without fear toward the center of the mushroom cloud, where smoke was spreading everywhere.
Soon, Daisy's voice sounded in the comms again: "Sergeant Major, the target's body has healed, but its behavioral patterns are a bit strange.
It is covering its face with both hands, and if you listen carefully, there is crying. It's like... like it's scared."
"Scared?"
"An anomaly can be scared?"
Despite his doubts, John still made a prompt decision: "Number Three, prepare the containment box. We are going to contain the Shy Guy."
"Yes."
Upon receiving the order, Myron saluted John, then turned and ran toward the location where they had previously landed, preparing to carry the containment box over.
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