"Help... help me!"
A wretched scream echoed from the ruins of the Presidential Palace. The soldiers were blasted by the missiles, unable to find their bearings, only able to hear the buzzing tinnitus.
Ultron Robots descended from the sky, launching a direct attack on the cityâs administrative structures. After several rounds of bombing, the cityâs command system was completely paralyzed, while combat robots were deployed to infrastructure nodes for physical controlâ
A soldier exerted all his strength to move the debris off the President: thankfully, he had undergone a Brain-Computer Interface modification from Latovia, and as a soldier of very high rank, he was equipped with the lightest Exoskeleton suit.
This layer of Exoskeleton provided him enough strength to remove the debris and stones crushing the President...
As gunfire and explosions slowly returned to his hearing, he could only pray to rescue the President before all his comrades perishedâ
Bang!
The stones overturned, and the President was grabbed by the neck and lifted out. This method of rescue wasnât standard procedure, but the soldier couldnât be bothered with such concerns...
Boom!
The world spun, and the President found himself pulled out from between the ruins. The place where he had just been trapped was already demolished to rubble!
Bamâ
An Ultron drone was hit by the soldierâs Rocket Launcher and slammed onto the ground...
"We need reinforcements!"
The soldierâs angry shout turned the Presidentâs mind back on. His gaze shifted away from the nearby corpses:
If he saw correctly, the headless corpse slipping out from the gap in the rubble nearby was the Minister of Defense.
"Yes... we need reinforcements, weâ"
His words were interrupted as a flashing visual system popped up with a heap of system errorsâ
Ultron was a highly autonomous robot, a type of AI humanity had never seen before, proficient in all war techniques and arts. This meant that the moment the assault was launched, those infrastructure nodes were destroyed.
But as a Politician, his brain worked quickly:
Turkey served as a barrier between the European Union and the Middle East, and not long ago, their most powerful ally established an "embassy" here!
"We need to evacuate to the Latovian embassy!"
The soldier looked aghast, "Are you serious?"
"Iâm serious! Get me up..."
"RPG!"
Boom!
A rocket descended from the sky, and the soldier before the President was blown away like a toy figure, with his lower limbs seeming to break into Fragments...
Ultronâs firepower was immensely powerful, not to mention that the Turkish troops were hardly able to fight back, struggling even to find cover!
"Ahâ"
When the President climbed back up from the ground, he saw that the soldier who had been fine moments ago now had his lower body turned to shambles, writhing on the ground in pained wails.
Nearby, heavy footsteps sounded. Those land combat robots, towering over three meters tall, mercilessly harvested human lives, relentlessly closing in...
Whether intentionally or not, this massive combat robot could have blown the President to pieces from afar, yet it still chose to approach him step by step.
The dark cannon muzzle was almost the size of the Presidentâs face. Though he strived to maintain the demeanor of this national leader, despair and terror shattered the defenses of his soul, his expression etched with fear...
"Humans, so patheticâ"
Perhaps the shells were loaded, the light sound made the President close his eyes...
Boom!
The explosion completely paralyzed the Ultron Robot. This super land combat machine, towering over three meters, staggered with flashing indicator lights in its eyes, staggering back several stepsâ
The President hadnât realized he wasnât dead when he was suddenly grasped by immense strength:
"President, stop waiting for death!"
Bang!
When the President opened his eyes again, he was airborne. The enormous combat robot spewing black smoke, fired a shot where he had just been lying, leaving a deep pit!
Holding him was none other than a Titan stationed here from Latovia!
One Titan, relying on 3D maneuver gear, moved swiftly while casually opening the fixed module behind and carrying the President on his back.
At a certain altitude, the President could finally see the cityâs panorama:
The city was ablaze with roaring flames, their soldiers defeated by the sudden attack in an instant. The so-called military bases and barracks were completely paralyzed by the assault, the sporadic gunfire of soldiers like a drop in the bucket...
But now he was safe!
During high-speed movement, he saw that all robots in their path on land and sky mysteriously exploded!
Whoosh!
The sound of missile propulsion came from behind, yet the interceptors arrived even faster!
Several Titans, unseen to him, drew their guns and precisely shot down the missiles in the air. The blast waves buffeted the Presidentâs skin, his brain and stomach churning in turmoil:
Many countriesâ strategic departments hypothesized that these soldiers of Latovian could be considered Super Soldiers, but only on the battlefield could they truly grasp the weight of the four words "Super Soldier!"
His ordinary human reflexes and observational abilities could barely trace the paths of these soldiers through the buildings and the gaps between attacks.
Their seamless cooperation easily breached the Ultron Robotsâ defenses, opening a safe path of escape...
Among thousands of troops, less than twenty men made the assault possible.
Moving at high speed, the President focused his attention on other scenes.
"My country... itâs over..."
Although amazed by the Titansâ combat prowess, their firepower was limited against those massive combat robots.
In fact, on the entire street, few Ultron Robots were directly taken down. Bullets hardly harmed them, and rockets at most caused operational damage. The only truly lethal scenario was using a Data Knife to directly pierce these robotsâ "brains," or central processors.
But with limited numbers, the Titans couldnât possibly contend with the overwhelming robot forces.
A wave of melancholy surged within him: in the end, only he could be saved...
But a president without a countryâwhat worth did that hold?
Europe had just begun its recovery phase, and wasnât much better off than Turkey. Latovia couldnât possibly deploy all its forces and exhaust itself in such times; he already foresaw Turkeyâs fate:
Being cleansed by these machines of slaughter as a buffer zone, turned into Hell, finally vanishing forever from human history, much like other nations erased by history...
No future.
"Itâs not over yet."
The voice carrying him sounded with no emotional fluctuation, and the President was stunned.
"Though youâve never cared for Latoviaâs survival, the King didnât plan to make you cannon fodder."
In the place where the sun rises, on the horizon breaking the night, something gigantic was approaching at high speed...
Along with the arrival of that massive object, a shower of radiant metallic meteors illuminated the sky:
Reinforcements were here.
Bang!
A meteor streaked across the night sky, under the Presidentâs shocked gaze, precisely hitting the pursuing Ultron combat robotâ
The even larger Titan crushed the Ultron like squashing a bug, with a swift motion drawing a gun and blasting off the Ultron robotâs head, then using it as cover and a gun rack to fire at more distant Ultron robots!
The blue path of the Electromagnetic Gun was the most beautiful thing the President had seen under the night sky.