Kneeling in Greeting

Chapter 36 Kneeling in Greeting

A loud bang was followed by a red alarm light.

Then came gunfire, a dense barrage of shots that echoed through the sky, followed by muffled explosions. The howitzers blasted huge craters in the open ground, sending flames shooting skyward.

The intruder was just one person.

A tall, burly man, wielding a battle axe, charged out amidst a hail of bullets. Countless bullets blew and deformed against his skin, ricocheting off like raindrops.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a whirlwind and vanished. In what seemed like a mere second, his figure had darted past an entire action team, sending a group of agents sprawling and falling. One of them was even blasted dozens of meters into the air by the sheer force of the attack, landing as a mangled mess.

The sharp tomahawk cleaved through flesh, tearing apart the armored vehicle as easily as cutting tofu. A large-caliber shell fired from the automatic turret was sent flying backwards along the barrel by his backhand punch, causing the turret to collapse instantly and be engulfed in flames.

A sharp whooshing sound rang out as a missile was launched from the camp's armed helicopter. The missile, like a blade drawn from its sheath, streaked out with flames; it was a laser-guided semi-active anti-tank missile, capable of rendering the armor of an M1A2 main battle tank appear as flimsy as paper.

Direct hit!

The tall, burly man was lifting a struggling soldier with one hand, who was gritting his teeth as he pulled out a pistol and futilely loaded bullets into the soldier's head.

The next second, the anti-tank missile exploded. The soldier was instantly blown to pieces, and the shockwave, carrying extremely high-temperature flames, engulfed the burly man's figure in an instant.

"Target hit! Repeat, target hit."

But before the words were even finished, the Tomahawk had already sliced ​​through the flames, spinning like a frisbee as it hurtled out. The attack helicopter's hull split open like butter being cut by a hot knife, and the pilot was instantly decapitated.

The Tomahawk helicopter sliced ​​through the plane, spinning back into the dissipating flames, and landed back in the burly man's hands. The severed helicopter screamed as it crashed into a watchtower at the base.

The building collapsed with a deafening roar, and burning metal debris rained down. Another explosion erupted, as if the entire world were ablaze.

Even the most determined warriors would feel their hearts pound with fear when they saw an enemy emerge from the flames unscathed.

That was something most of them had never faced before, an opponent beyond their comprehension.

Some kind of ghostly or divine thing!

Bullets couldn't penetrate it; it even took an anti-tank missile to the face and remained unharmed. Its seemingly ordinary skin was clearly harder than steel; neither high-temperature impacts nor shrapnel could leave even the slightest scratch on its body.

The burly man, wielding an axe, sliced ​​through the flames with his body, like a terminator bringing judgment and verdict, radiating an oppressive aura of despair.

And it was at this moment of despair.

A beam of light tore through the darkness.

The burly man was extremely alert; his pupils contracted as if he sensed some danger. Without thinking, he whirled around and held his battle axe in front of him to block the attack.

The next moment, a spinning light wheel, like a chainsaw, struck the alloy battle axe head-on!

The light wheel, entirely constructed of energy, spun at an astonishing speed. Sparks flew everywhere as it sliced ​​through the battle axe, like a chainsaw cutting through steel.

The burly man gritted his teeth and withstood the cutting of the light wheel. He was shocked by the amazing energy and impact of this small flywheel. He roared, channeled his strength into his arms, and deflected the light wheel's cutting direction with his battle axe.

The swirling halo of light grazed the battle axe, veered off course, and disappeared straight into the boundless night.

As it flew out, a corner of the spinning wheel grazed the burly man's cheek.

Half a second later, a thin crack appeared, and blood seeped from his steely face.

The burly man broke out in a cold sweat.

Just a second ago, he was completely relaxed. It was obvious that the weapons on this planet couldn't harm him much; the primitive bullets and artillery fire were practically like a sauna to his indestructible body.

But from that sudden halo of light, he sensed a real threat.

The burly man turned his head sharply and immediately saw the culprit.

A kind of red and silver, humanoid armor, with a crystal-like azure light shimmering on the chest.

At first, Shen You didn't recognize who this person was.

It was the axe in the burly man's hand, the kind used for chopping melons and vegetables, that suddenly made an impression on him.

The first supervillain to appear in the first episode of the first season of the American TV series "Supergirl". In the original comics, he is a superhero similar to Superman, but in the TV series, he is adapted into a super-powered criminal imprisoned in the Phantom Zone by Kryptonians, who follows Supergirl to Earth.

Vatrox, from the Straw Hat Galaxy, is an unconventional superhuman. His abilities are similar to Superman's, primarily including an invulnerable body, terrifying super strength, and super speed and endurance.

And the axe in his hand was no ordinary weapon; it could cut through iron like mud, and in the show, it could even break through Supergirl's defenses. Although it was ultimately destroyed by Kara's heat vision, its power was still evident.

Of course, his abilities are similar to Superman's, but his equipment is still far inferior, and he can't be compared to Superman's overpowered abilities.

After Shen You detected the fluctuations here, he had already accessed the surveillance near the base on his way here and saw Vatox's actions.

He immediately realized that this should be another pretty good experience pack, but he was also worried that he might not be able to handle too much of it.

There's a slight conflict. I'm worried the other person isn't strong enough, but I'm also worried they're too strong.

Fortunately, with the help of Pal's intelligence to predict the enemy's actions, a rough conclusion was drawn.

Relying on the mobile armor might be a bit of a stretch, but the chances are much higher if you transform using your main body.

Even if you can't win, you can still manage to escape unscathed.

Fortunately, given his confidence, he still had something he needed to test.

With the enemy in the open and him in the dark, Shen You seized the initiative as soon as he landed, immediately launching an Eight-Point Light Wheel attack.

Vatox was quite alert and blocked the light wheel with a backhand swing of his axe.

Although the eight-part light wheel released by the mobile armor is definitely smaller than the real thing, it still shows some skill in blocking this attack.

However, Shen You keenly noticed a small bloodstain on Vatox's cheek.

This shows that the light wheel can cut through his skin.

Great, that was a strong play.

Vatox immediately regarded the suddenly appearing Shen You as the number one threat and charged out with a roar.

Shen You, on the other hand, had already raised his right arm without any haste.

He clenched his right fist, and the mechanism at his wrist snapped open with a "click." The device activated, and an invisible wave shot out in the direction of Vatox's charge.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Suddenly, Vatox clutched his head, let out a scream, and immediately knelt down. Maintaining the momentum of his sprint, he knelt down, head down, and rushed to Shen You, clutching his head and groaning in pain.

The people around were immediately bewildered by this sudden change in style.

In their eyes, it looked as if the burly man had slid to his knees at breakneck speed and rushed to Shen You, prostrating himself on the ground to pay his respects.

And this kind of operation?

(End of this chapter)