Nolan, wearing the diamond-shaped helt, paused for a thoughtful mont. He took a deep, steadying breath, his voice broadcasting clearly over the comms. "I personally believe that only by completely uprooting both bases and beheading Madam Hydra and her subordinate leaders can this Hydra faction truly die."
He turned his helted gaze toward Bucky. "Bucky, do you have any input on the strategy?"
Bucky, who had remained silent and focused on his weapon, shook his tal helt slightly. His chanical arm, clearly engraved with the emblem of the Adeptus chanicus, subconsciously tightened its grip on the vibrating hilt of the chainsword.
"Captain, you should do whatever you think is necessary," Bucky replied, his tone low and cold. "But for Hydra, my advice is simple: do not leave a single person alive."
Listening to Bucky's brief, ruthless statent, Nolan subconsciously nodded in agreent.
He then addressed David through the communication device: "We'll choose the dium-sized base in Mount Fuji first. We need to hit them hard and make Hydra's agents feel a fatal crisis so they panic and gather together. That will ultimately make it easier for us to catch them all in one fell swoop during the final assault on Hiroshima!"
"Understood, my lord." David's chanical voice vanished. The powerful, continuous roar of the Valkyrie transport's engines once again dominated the small cabin.
Nolan, encased in the Terminator power armor, entered a silent combat state. He sat quietly on the reinforced seat, utterly still, like a ssenger of destruction patiently waiting for the Valkyrie to deliver him to the heretic forces and their inevitable end.
Above the rough, choppy waves of the Pacific, a huge black shadow flew rapidly, skimming the surface of the sea.
After performing several tense, necessary refueling stops on tiny islands, the Valkyrie transport finally arrived in the bay area near the target location in Japan.
A cool, intensely salty sea breeze imdiately flowed into the cabin, accompanied by the familiar chanical grind of the rear hatch beginning to open.
The Terminator-armored figure, nearly three ters tall, took heavy, asured steps, arriving directly in front of the open hatch.
Nolan, looking out through the diamond-shaped helt, blinked his cyan wolf eyes. Through the targeting eyepiece, he stared at the imnse, fiery red sun that was just beginning to rise from the distant sea level, bathing the world in a warm, orange glow that contrasted with the cold tal of his armor.
A massive, tal-clad hand grasped the Masterwork Bolter. Remaining silent, he gave a crisp, downward gesture to Bucky, who was already fully geared up and ready. The two prepared for their synchronized landing.
Boom boom boom...
Monts later, the camouflaged fuselage of the Valkyrie transport roared over Shizuoka Prefecture. Flying low between the neat rows of low-slung Japanese buildings, countless early-rising office workers and students were instantly drawn by the terrifying roar of the vector engines. They gasped in surprise, pulling out their ubiquitous mobile phones, eager to capture the rare sight of the enormous military aircraft.
However, the technological devices in everyone's hands imdiately went dark, rendered completely useless, stuck on black screens.
A minute later, the Valkyrie gradually achieved a hover above the rough, volcanic terrain of Mount Fuji. It quickly lowered its altitude to the minimum safe distance.
The Terminator power armor, with the massive C'tan Phase Sword magnetically attached to the back of the power backpack, suddenly launched out of the cabin.
The huge figure crossed a height of ten ters in an instant, its armor plating gleaming in the sunrise. It hit the rough surface of cooled, condensed volcanic lava with a punishing impact.
Countless fragnts of dark volcanic debris sputtered violently in all directions. The thirteen purity marks attached to the edge of his shoulder armor danced wildly, making a rhythmic, clattering sound against the tal.
Imdiately afterward, Bucky, clad in his camouflage carapace armor, dropped from the sky. He landed with a practiced combat roll, his knees bending deep on impact. The soles of his boots dug heavily into the loose ground, leaving two clearly visible, deep footprints.
"...See you inside, Captain!" Bucky, carrying the hellgun slung over his shoulder and the chainsword held ready, nodded sharply to Nolan. He imdiately began running toward the deeper complexity of the volcanic rocks.
Given their vastly different fighting thods and equipnt, Nolan and Bucky had agreed to act separately, Bucky using stealth and flanking, Nolan using brute force.
At the sa mont, Nolan turned his massive helt. The many detection devices inside the diamond-shaped optics activated instantly, beginning a full-spectrum sweep.
Amid a rapid series of data refreshes, a huge, camouflaged tal door, cunningly hidden under the black volcanic rock, appeared clearly in his helt's view.
Boom, boom, boom!
Nolan move forward without a shred of hesitation, his pace heavy and relentless.
At that exact mont, more than a dozen fully automatic machine gun towers suddenly tore apart their camouflage, violently ejecting from the nearby volcanic rocks. The muzzles of the multi-barreled guns instantly erupted with scorching tongues of fla.
Large-caliber bullets continuously impacted the dark shell of the Terminator armor, bursting out in a fierce, dazzling storm of sparks.
Nolan didn't even bother to activate the refractor field. The sheer, thick shell of gold-titanium alloy alone easily withstood the terrifying, concentrated firepower that would have instantly torn an ordinary human being apart.
In the blink of an eye, he raised the masterwork bolter in his palm and pulled the trigger. Aided by the helt's integrated targeting system, Nolan effortlessly acquired all the machine gun towers.
The violent, deep roar of explosive bolts echoed across the slopes of Mount Fuji for the first ti, then ca to an abrupt, terrifying end.
The next second, all the fully automatic machine gun towers were completely subrged in the violent, consuming explosion flas. Silence fell where the guns had roared.
Nolan's unstoppable pace never faltered. The distance between him and the hidden entrance rapidly shortened.
He pulled the C'tan Phase Sword from his back. The huge, green-glowing blade embedded itself into the volcanic rock with unbelievable ease, sinking deep into the tal door that was several feet thick.
He twisted his wrist, turning the blade within the tal. An enormous, x-shaped, terrifying sword mark instantly appeared on the door's surface.
Imdiately afterward, one huge foot of the Terminator armor lifted high. He kicked violently at the already crumbling entrance.
There was a deafening sound of stressed, breaking tal. The main tal door of the Hydra base burst inward, collapsing completely.
"My Lord... I have just successfully invaded the network inside the base. All communication signals have been locally blocked, but the Hydra agents have already reacted. Well... their total number and equipnt far exceed my pre-calculations."
David's chanical voice, sounding genuinely concerned, once again entered the communication device. "Moreover, this appears to be Madam Hydra's weapons construction base. My lord, this..."
"Oh? That's great!"
"If there's anything else important, let's talk about it later!"
Inside the diamond-shaped helt, Nolan, baring his fangs in a grim smile, blinked his cyan wolf eyes. He move through the ruined entrance without hesitation, interrupting David's unfinished warning.
In an instant, a vast tal passageway, clearly large enough to accommodate vehicles, appeared in front of him. Deep in the passage, countless eye-catching red lights flashed, and piercing alarms rang throughout the subterranean base.
"Hail Hydra!"
Before Nolan could take more than a few steps, agents in black body armor poured neatly into the far end of the passage. Shouting fanatical slogans and holding distinct Hydra energy guns, they pulled their triggers on the huge Terminator armor without hesitation.
Accompanied by the unique snap-hiss of energy weapons firing, bright blue energy beams mixed with ordinary physical bullets. Like heavy rain, the combined assault poured towards the single, massive target.
"Energy weapons?"
Nolan reacted imdiately, a microsecond decision, and instantly activated the refractor field.
Neither the unknown energy beams nor the physical bullets could penetrate the shimring blue Refractor Field.
Nolan let out a sharp, savage laugh of sheer anticipation. He moved in Terminator armor and launched a swift, devastating charge. The bolter raised in his palm also began spitting hot tongues of fire from its muzzle.
Under the continuous, deafening roar of the explosive bolts, the unprotected Hydra soldiers were instantly blown into pieces of flesh and blood. Even those who reacted quickly, desperately trying to take cover behind nearby tal partitions, were completely swallowed up by the continuous explosions and white-hot flas.
Within twenty seconds, flying bones and flesh almost completely covered the entire length of the passage.
However, the remaining Hydra soldiers showed no intention of retreating. When they realized the energy weapons and ordinary firearms in their hands could not inflict effective damage, so of the soldiers quickly turned and sprinted away, presumably to retrieve more powerful anti-armor weapons.
Another, smaller group of fanatical Hydra soldiers, carrying high-explosive grenades, roared "Hail Hydra!" and launched a self-destructive countercharge at the relentlessly advancing Nolan.
In full combat mode, Nolan ruthlessly shot down any approaching Hydra agent. The unwavering Refractor Field easily absorbed the fire and shrapnel from the grenade explosions, barely registering the impact. It did not slow Nolan's progress at all.
In the blink of an eye, the Terminator armor rushed into the enemy line like a tiger plunging into a flock of startled sheep. The C'tan Phase Sword, held tightly in Nolan's palm, swung out in wide, devastating arcs.
Hydra's fanatical slogans and the dying cries of n sounded one after another, rapidly cut short. Countless body parts and fragnts of the tal walls were scattered in all directions. Even the dark shell of the Terminator armor was splattered with the hot, visceral blood of the Hydra soldiers.
Boom, boom, boom!
Nolan left no one alive. using Terminator armor, he trampled over the broken limbs and shattered bodies scattered everywhere, moving deeper into the passage's ruined remains.
One minute later, Nolan, carrying the C'tan Phase Sword and leaving a trail of destruction, entered a huge square that resembled an airfield apron.
The many instrunts in his diamond-shaped helt quickly scanned the surrounding environnt. He glanced up, finding the familiar red and black Hydra flags hanging from the massive steel beams overhead. He also saw the distinct green serpent symbol belonging specifically to Madam Hydra.
At the sa ti, specialized Hydra flying vehicles were parked quietly around the area. Nolan even spotted a badly damaged Quinjet, clearly belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D, being actively dismantled and studied by several silent technicians.
At that mont, the powerful lights above the square suddenly plunged into darkness. The danger detector inside the diamond-shaped helt instantly erupted into loud, piercing buzzing sounds.
High-explosive armor-piercing projectiles imdiately erupted from the deep, dark corners of the base.
The expected, heavy counterattack from Hydra had begun. Countless sources of powerful, concentrated firepower launched a fierce, unified bombardnt against the tall, looming figure of the Terminator armor.
Simultaneously, tal channels opened one after another along the periter. Dozens of small, heavily armored Hydra mini-tanks, requiring only two people to operate, rolled out with a grinding rumble.
Gradually, shorter, blocky figures wearing heavy, customized armor also appeared. The miniature engines of the tanks roared violently. Their vehicle-mounted machine guns began spewing scorching flas as they quickly ford a tight periter, surrounding Nolan's position.
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