Chapter 466 Unexpected Aid
“You’re right. It’s Hunter’s Coil.” With a whistle, Pharaoh straightened the wire before it curled up into a ball of a baby fist’s size. Nathan closed his eyes in desperation. I should have known.
Swoosh! Footsteps approached. The special forces were closing in, and their searchlights illuminated the earth as they neared. Rosie was unnerved at the sight. There are at least tens of thousands of them, and they are armed with the best weapons.
There were people from the Angel Alliance, the Knights of The Round Table, the Homeless Alliance, and an army. Together, they formed the Continental Rebel Army—one of the biggest armed mercenary groups abroad. Their leader was someone they called “General,” a long-term partner of Noah.
“I guess I don’t have a choice. I will have to go all out if I want the production line,” Rosie noted with a smile.
“Kill the annoying woman first!” Erskine ordered. He morphed into a humanoid tank and charged forward. Then, he raised his shiny robotic arm and extended its sharp fingers, wanting to pierce through Rosie’s head.
Rosie’s eye widened in horror. With a grunt, Nathan got ready to unleash his full potential to save her.
A whistle was suddenly sounded. Again, the Hunter’s Coil in Pharaoh’s hand extended into a full-fledge coil, penetrating Nathan’s scapula. The other end of the wire was maneuvered toward his abdomen.
Nathan snarled at the attack and lost all his ability to fight. He was locked right where he was, unable to move an inch. All he could do was watch Rosie being butchered.
“Rosie!” the person shouted through the wireless earpiece. “What’s going on?” “I think Hobarton poisoned me. I can’t move!” she shouted frantically.
She slumped to the ground, and her face paled as she watched the robotic arm move closer toward her throat. She could even see in her mind Erskine’s gruesome face as he choked her to death.
That was a moment of despair for her, but it was also then that a loud noise reverberated in the air. Erskine was propelled backward forcefully until he banged into a tree. His right arm shook uncontrollably at the impact.
Everyone was thunderstruck.
“How dare you.” From deep within the woods, a man in a metal mask and a suit surfaced.
On his back was a metal box that looked like a coffin.
Erskine stared at his arm in disbelief, and a tempestuous storm raged in his heart.
He could not believe his arm was punctured by a mere stone.
I’m a Novem Stella Warrior! There’s no way a stone can break my arm! Who is this man?
Nathan and his friends were equally alarmed. They shifted their gaze toward the mysterious man—Donald.
“How dare you create a mess in my territory? Since you guys have the audacity to do that, none of you will leave Yorksland alive,” Donald continued calmly as he walked toward Nathan. When he was right in front of Nathan, Donald looked down at the Novem Stella Warrior.
“Run,” Nathan whispered when he met Donald’s gaze. “There’s poison all around,” the wounded man added.
“Who are you?” Erskine interrupted.
“You’ll regret coming here alone,” Pharaoh weighed in.
Beerus also agreed. “We have thirty thousand soldiers from the special forces with us. Besides, there are four Novem Stella Warriors here.”
Donald glanced around, and golden flames shone in his eyes.
At that time, beams of red lights were directed toward him. The snipers were ready to fire.
“Kill him!” Pharaoh roared.
Bang!
Gunshots echoed incessantly until the moment when everyone stopped in horror.
A light beam blocked off the bullets around Donald, protecting Nathan and everyone else who was with him. They dodged all the bullets.
