CHAPTER 51: GOING BERSERK, BRUTAL-GOD MODE

The battle ships that had earlier been dropping the bombs halted.

Julian looked up, breathing heavily. His helmet hissed slightly from the heat and pressure, the glass visor half-dusted from the explosions.

Just as he turned to Rehul, ready to tell her they should run and find the others, he heard the sound.

Ropes.

Dozens of them, falling from the sky like metallic vines, slamming onto the ground with a loud thud.

Soldiers.

As it seemed, the opposition was keen in wanting to know who caused the earlier explosion that exploded two of their spaceships.

Dark-armored bastards, each armed with heavy rifles and swords strapped across their backs. They weren’t just falling; they were landing like war itself had taken human form and dropped into the battlefield.

Julian clenched his fists. Weird as it seemed, he was angry at this point. He didn’t want to do full berserk mode till he got to the governor.

He had wanted to face this bastards with a legion of soldiers in mech behind him. But as it seemed, he would have to do so now.

He would have to show them why is is the GALACTIC KNIGHT!

The soldiers began to surround the area, dropping fast. Julian looked at Rehul. She had already crouched behind the vehicle again, gripping her pistol, eyes scanning.

"Stay here," Julian said, his voice low, firm. "I’ll handle this."

She didn’t argue.

Julian stood, stepping away from cover. His boots crushed broken glass and bloodied sand. His helmet was covered in grime and dust, but his eyes—those furious eyes—glowed vibrant red- a bloody colour.

They thought the bombs were the worst they had?

They hadn’t seen him mad.

Julian dashed forward.

He wasn’t shooting yet. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t need to. He was clothed in the mech armor so he was literally indestructible to an extent.

The first soldier who ran toward him was met with a fist to the neck so sharp it cracked armor. The soldier’s body went limp before it hit the floor.

Another came.

Julian grabbed him by the face, lifted him and slammed his entire body against another soldier like they were bowling pins.

He didn’t stop.

A third swung a blade. Julian ducked, caught the soldier’s wrist, twisted it backwards till the bones snapped like twigs, took the sword, and drove it through his chest with so much force the handle buried in his armor.

The fourth?

He flew at Julian with a war cry. Julian just uppercut him.

His helmet spun off and he flew backward, blood streaming from his mouth before his body even hit the ground.

Julian finally summoned the mech rifle.

It appeared with that familiar hum.

He turned, aimed at five charging soldiers, and fired once.

The bullet didn’t just pierce.

It blasted.

The five bodies exploded into chunks.

Not even clean ones. It was messy. Violent. Ugly.

And Julian wanted more.

"Come on!" he screamed, voice cracking through the air.

He flew.

He launched himself off the ground, flew straight into the air with such speed the wind clapped behind him. One of the battle ships hovered low.

Too low.

Julian landed on top of it.

Soldiers screamed. They had seen him.

Too late.

He ripped the hatch open.

The first soldier inside raised a gun, but Julian shot him point blank in the face.

The bullet exited through the back of his skull and ricocheted off the walls.

Julian entered like a beast uncaged.

He fired at everything that moved.

Blood splashed across the metal walls. Soldiers slipped trying to get away, only to be met with another bullet to the chest or face or leg—wherever Julian aimed.

There was no pattern to it.

He just killed.

Another soldier tried to throw a grenade.

Julian caught it and threw it back. Then be quickly turned away turned away just before it exploded.

The blast tore the ship from the inside.

He jumped out before the explosion could throw him, flipping mid-air.

Another battle ship hovered ahead.

He flew straight to it.

No hesitation.

This one had more soldiers on the deck.

They saw him mid-flight.

They fired.

To Julian, it was pretty much too slow.

Julian landed on the ship with a crash, the metal denting beneath his boots.

He grabbed the first soldier and flung him into the engine.

The scream didn’t even last two seconds before it was silenced by blades and heat.

Julian went berserk.

He fired his mech rifle again, sweeping rows of soldiers off their feet. One tried to run, he shot him in the back. Another begged, Julian kicked him off the ship.

He wasn’t showing mercy. If they wanted to die he would do well by fulfilling their wish.

He didn’t want to start this this in the first place, but their curiousness wouldn’t let them be.

And well, he too was curious at this point. He was very well curious to reduce them to corpses.

Another grenade was thrown. Julian ducked, immediately picking up a body which he used as a shield.

Boom!

Blood and shrapnel flew everywhere. Like someone spitting out beer.

Julian turned to the cockpit of the ship.

The pilot was watching him, frozen.

Julian pointed.

The mech rifle barked once.

The glass shattered and so did the pilot’s head.

The ship began to descend slowly, tipping.

Julian ran across the top and launched himself off, flying toward another.

There were still more.

Too many.

But it didn’t matter.

He was destruction itself now.

He didn’t need backup. He was the backup. He was literally a demi god at this point.

Son of chaos!

The third ship was higher than the others, but Julian didn’t care.

He flew faster, bursting through the side of it like a cannonball.

He crashed into the ship, tore through the wall, rolled on the floor, and immediately started shooting.

Soldiers fired back this time.

A bullet scraped his arm. Another hit his leg, but only barely. He grunted, but kept going.

His armor was still holding.

He grabbed one of the fallen soldiers’ rifles and started dual-wielding with the mech.

He fired from both guns, sending out the eyeballs of many soldiers.

Now it was just mayhem.

Blood decorating the walls.

Screams cutting the air.

Soldiers falling down like sacks of stones.

Julian gritted his teeth under his helmet as he fired.

He tossed one rifle aside and stormed toward the main console.He shot at the controls and tore through the wiring.

Sparks flew.

The ship jerked.

Julian ran, it was sure exploding at this point.

He quickly dove out before it exploded.

This time, the explosion was massive.

Bright like a second sun.

The air trembled.

Julian landed hard, rolling in the dirt. His hands were scraped. Blood coated his helmet.

Only one more battle ship remained.

But it didn’t drop more soldiers.

It was retreating.

Julian smirked, lips cracked, teeth gritted.

Cowards.

He stood, breathing hard. The air smelled like fire and gunpowder and blood.

And then he turned.

Rehul was still where he left her. She stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.

He walked toward her, slow at first, then faster.

She ran too.

When they met, she hugged him tight.

"You destroyed them," she whispered.

Julian didn’t reply. He was still shaking. Still angry. Still high off the rage.

He decided he would deal with them later. They had to get to the soldiers in mech.

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The soldiers lay on the ground, a dead body beside the crushed car.

Julian and Rehul walked over to them.

They were still without helmets, and as it seemed, they had sustained injuries — not enough to make them fall and die though.

"Rakk’s dead," one of the soldiers said, a sad expression on his face.

Julian only nodded. He knew someone would die.

Seemed the dead soldier wasn’t an important one though.

The body looked... shattered.

Half of his skull was gone, crushed like clay under a sledgehammer.

Blood pooled from beneath him, mixing with the dust and oil-stained dirt.

His fingers still clutched the edge of a broken gun, as if he’d tried to fight back even as the end approached.

One of the soldiers stood over the body, jaw clenched, then kicked the rubble beside it.

"Damn," another muttered. "Didn’t even see what hit him."

Julian squatted beside the corpse, resting an elbow on his knee. He didn’t say a word. Just looked.

A soldier limped closer, nodding toward Julian. "Whatever you did back there... that was insane."

"Yeah," said another, still catching his breath. "I mean, we thought we were dead for sure, man. Then boom, battle ships just started crashing like it was a damn video game."

Julian stood. "Not a game. That was real as hell."

"But you tore through those bastards like paper. You should’ve seen it from here—one minute they’re dropping down, next minute they’re begging to be killed."

Rehul chuckled quietly. "They didn’t even get the chance."

"Julian," a third soldier called, bruised and bleeding but walking fine, "you’re a monster, man. A good kind. Like... war god vibes."

Julian smirked but didn’t speak on that. His eyes were scanning the street ahead.

It was quiet now. The smoke drifted slowly. The metal groaned in the wind.

There was still a scent of burning fuel and blood in the air, thick enough to taste.

"We done here?" he asked.

A soldier pointed forward, over a crumbled wall. "Yeah. Governor’s building’s just a few debris away."

Julian cracked his knuckles and started walking.

"Then let’s go meet the weakling."