Episode 43 : Congested

Zawaq pulled out the magazine from his FN-FAL rifle and inserted a new, fully loaded one. He aimed at the enemies' heads and continued pressing the trigger. Bullets relentlessly pierced through their faces.

Zawaq dodged the slashes of the enemies' sharp limbs while simultaneously shooting them with his FN-FAL.

"No one is faster than a bullet!" Zawaq shouted while firing at the enemies.

Explosions erupted around him, and the impact sent Zawaq flying. He got up from the ground and saw armored experimental soldiers with cannons mounted on their shoulders, their arms aimed directly at him.

Zawaq tried to dodge as quickly as possible from the incoming cannon fire. The blasts tore through the ground, as destructive as tank shells, even though they came from the experimental human soldiers of Israhell.

He jumped into a trench and ran, leaving his previous position behind. The Israhell soldiers chased after him, firing blindly.

Zawaq weaved through every available trench passage to make it harder for the enemies to target him. He changed direction at random. Then, he leaped out of the trench and ran while firing hisFN-FAL at the enemy.

His bullets failed to penetrate their armor. Zawaq sprinted past the experimental cannon soldiers, sliding into another nearby trench.

He ran along the trench before jumping out and dashing toward one of the walking cannon soldiers of Israhell. Zawaq swung his sword at the enemy's front and back.

His sword strikes barely scratched their armor. The soldier retaliated with a powerful swing of their arm, but Zawaq blocked it with his sword.

Surprisingly, his sword was sturdy and didn't break, but it wasn't sharp enough to cut through their body armor.

Zawaq took a few steps back. Suddenly, dozens of cannon blasts bombarded him. He was thrown off his feet, rolling on the ground. His sword and scabbard slipped from his grasp.

Struggling, Zawaq slowly forced himself up, beginning with a kneeling position despite the brutal barrage. Blood gushed from his head, nose, eyes, and mouth.

He dashed forward, grabbed his sword, and stabbed it into the ground. He remained standing, gripping his sword firmly with both hands, keeping it planted in the earth as he steadied himself.

The enemies momentarily halted their fire, their shoulder and arm cannons smoking from overuse. Zawaq stared at them sharply.

"You are arrogant! Arrogant about the power I granted you!" Zawaq bellowed at them.

The Israhell soldiers were momentarily stunned by Zawaq's commanding words.

"I created you! You walk this earth thinking you're invincible! Slaughtering children, women, and the elderly without mercy! It's time for me to take back my gift!" Zawaq roared in anger.

The enemies resumed their attack, but Zawaq leaped high into the sky and then dived straight back down, kicking an enemy's head upon landing.

The soldier's helmet cracked and shattered. Zawaq landed on the ground, feeling excruciating pain in his leg, as if his bones had fractured entirely.

The enemy staggered backward before collapsing, blood pouring from their head as they gritted their teeth in pain.

Zawaq dodged right, sliding swiftly to evade cannon fire. He rose and punched the enemy's chest armor, which was as tough as bronze.

His first punch had no effect, but his second—delivered with all his strength—shattered the enemy's body armor.

His hands were now severely injured, bleeding profusely. Zawaq had surpassed his limits but forced himself to keep fighting for revenge. His hands began to turn green.

Zawaq and his opponent were suddenly hit by a volley of enemy fire. He was once again sent flying, rolling across the ground. Every time he tried to get up, more rounds rained down on him.

Realizing he couldn't rise, Zawaq rolled in different directions to dodge the shots instead of standing up. Then, he zigzagged at full speed to confuse his enemies.

He punched another soldier's body armor with his left hand this time. The impact was so forceful that he heard something crack within his arm. Yet, his punch managed to break through the armor.

Using the fallen enemy as cover, Zawaq shielded himself from another incoming cannon blast. Then, he kicked the enemy forward with all his strength, causing them to collide with their ally, who had just fired, resulting in friendly fire.

Zawaq dashed at nearby enemies, relentlessly punching them until their body armor shattered completely.

Each time he destroyed their armor, the sound of bones cracking echoed from his arms.

He endured the pain, reminding himself that his body had the ability to heal itself.

One of the Israhell soldiers punched Zawaq in the abdomen and simultaneously shot him with their hand cannon. Zawaq coughed up a mouthful of blood as he was flung backward, crashing into the ground.

Wasting no time, he leaped toward where his sword was embedded in the ground. Gripping it tightly, he sprinted forward at full speed, slashing at the Israhell soldiers whose armor had already been destroyed.

Their bodies split open, blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground. They collapsed, lifeless.

One soldier, however, survived Zawaq's slash and attempted to counterattack. But before they could strike, Zawaq swung his sword with lightning speed and then sheathed it.

The soldier's head detached from their body and fell to the ground. Their headless body collapsed forward, blood gushing from their open neck, staining the ground alongside their fallen comrades.

Zawaq steadied his breathing after the fierce battle. Fighting these experimental Israhell soldiers alone was no easy feat. If he weren't an extraordinary warrior, he would have been killed long ago.