Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1440: Chapter 817: My Company Commander

The clash between Alvin and Nata did not last three hundred rounds.

Long battles back and forth often occur in duel arenas where skills are compared; or when both sides have similar strengths and are cautious in one-on-one battles to win, thereby taking a careful approach…

But clearly, this was not the situation now.

Does Alvin have the time to fight Nata for three hundred rounds? If he gets stalled in between, the remaining battle group veterans, and even those few Dreadnought Mechs, would have sufficient firepower to participate in the battle and cause Alvin enough trouble.

Their attack doesn’t need to take down Alvin, as long as their firepower makes Alvin have to deal with them, it will give Captain Nata an opportunity.

Alvin’s strength is certainly outstanding. He assessed himself as the strongest in the entire company. This conclusion was drawn from observing the performance of other combat brothers during battles.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Alvin’s performance at the Alliance Interstellar Soldier Training Base was the best of his cohort, even receiving commendation from Gu Hang.

Throughout the company, only Captain Nata couldn’t be accurately assessed. During the few occasions he saw the other party’s action, the performance level displayed made Alvin feel that Nata was still slightly inferior to him. However, the sample size was too small, and even Alvin was uncertain about the assessment’s accuracy.

But now, there’s no time to consider these, the only thing left is a desperate battle, and desperately eliminating the opponent in a short time.

In the first wave of confrontation, the Thunder Hammer brought absolute ferocity, striking hard against Nata.

Alvin gained the upper hand.

Alvin could feel that his captain, at least in terms of power, momentum, and some force-exerting details, was not as good as him.

He might… no, indeed, be stronger than his captain.

But Nata seemed not to recognize this, or at least was unwilling to admit it.

He still believed it was because his Power Sword, in direct confrontation with Alvin’s Thunder Hammer, suffered on the weapon front. Initially, he made a reckless mistake by not considering Alvin, a mere five-year recruit, as a true formidable opponent. When he got serious, Alvin would not be his match.

He raised the Power Sword, attempting to confront Alvin again.

But this time, the supposed advantage of speed and flexibility of the Power Sword suffered.

The disadvantage from the previous round of confrontation forced Nata to use more time and more hasty posture to contend, significantly affecting his performance.

The moment the Thunder Hammer collided with the Power Sword, it erupted into dazzling blue and white electrical arcs, causing Alvin’s helmet-mounted visual stabilizers to automatically dim the lighting. He could clearly feel the vibrations coming from the hammer handle, as the auxiliary system of the Power Armor dissipated the recoil into nothingness.

Meanwhile, Captain Nata’s shoulder armor cracked into a web-like pattern during the collision, with the decomposition force field of the Power Sword and the atomic disintegration module of the hammer head tearing at each other, forming a continually collapsing light ball between them.

“Boom!”

Nata’s tactical boots plowed a multi-meter-long trench in the ground, while Alvin used the counter force to spin and retreat, his left hand Plasma Gun almost charging at the moment of the body’s rotation. In triple-burst mode, the Plasma beams precisely pierced through Nata’s defensive gaps.

Nata was forced to parry with the sword but could only block two bursts, the third one piercing his lower right abdomen, causing a considerable wound.

More terrifying, Alvin’s Warhammer followed close behind.

The Thunder Light-covered Warhammer nearly enveloped Nata’s head.

Yet at this moment, a stinging alarm from the sensor in Alvin’s back signaled the ballistic prediction lines of two autocannons flashing in his retinal projection.

Not wanting to be blasted to death while taking out Nata, Alvin could only dodge.

His right leg’s hydraulic joint suddenly pressurized, his whole body transversely moving half a meter in a physics-defying fashion. The original standing position was blasted into a huge molten pit by the autocannon, the boiling stone fragments radiating solidifying on the ground, some splattering onto Alvin’s body. But these fragments were not enough to hurt Alvin.

Except, in the loathing swirling in front of him, a Power Sword slashed through everything, directly attacking him, dragging a twisted trajectory in the air with its decomposition force field.

The blade scraping across the long handle of the Thunder Hammer emitted a piercing shriek, with the decomposition force field grazing Alvin’s neck armor, scorching half of his helmet.

What was thought to be a sure-fire strike did not yield the expected result, as Captain Nata cursed while plunging the Power Sword into the ground, pulling a Spider Mine from beneath the armor plate. Yet, the spinning, killing machine hadn’t managed to unfold its claw blades before Alvin’s bullet from the gun barrel accurately smashed it into the detonation chamber.

Alvin didn’t expect to resolve his opponent with Spider Mine’s suicide explosion. Amidst the metal storms from the violent blast, he advanced over the still-molten floor, the Thunder Hammer clinging with high-frequency oscillations striking Nata.

“Ka!”

The captain’s combat experience exceeded expectations; he caught the hammer with the Power Sword. Even under immense force, his imbalanced body managed to use inertia to kick at Alvin.

Alvin calmly dodged the kick; the Plasma Gun, newly charged, braced against the Power Sword’s hilt for a charged shot, recoiling the two three steps backward each.

Alvin discarded his shattered helmet from the perilous recent strike, with nano repair agents flowing from the neck injector to the burned facial tissue.

His left hand had already drawn the molecular dagger from his leg’s side, blocking the Cha saw Sword attacking from a bizarre angle—a battle group veteran from behind, the rotating saw teeth crunching spectacular sparks on the dagger’s energy edge.

“Seventh second.” Alvin muttered inwardly, sidestepping a sweep of explosive rounds while the dagger maneuvered into the chain-saw sword’s transmission structure, stabbing beneath the Power Armor’s armpit. The molecular-level keen blade easily severed the primary hydraulic hose; machinery lubricant spraying at body temperature onto his freshly regenerated cheek. The veteran’s body was pushed like a shield toward Nata, shattered into blood rain under the decomposition force field of the Power Sword.

In the blood mist, twelve red dots illuminated.

Alvin’s battle instinct foresaw violent danger, bringing the Thunder Hammer across his chest. Twelve crimson beams attacked from all directions, mingling scorched-air stench with the acrid scent of Ceramic Steel vaporization—a thermal scatter from a Dreadnought Mech! He felt his chest armor disintegrate, the subcutaneous neural web’s burning pain drowned by emergency painkillers.

Yet, all the thermal attacks avoided lethal spots; his blocking was effective.

“It’s time to end this!” Alvin roared, seemingly predicting Nata’s movement, the hammer swung across, sealing all the positions where Captain Nata had planned to strike!

Nata’s pupils contracted into lines amidst the explosive light’s diffusion; he had never seen such an Alvin—shunning all defense, the blood-drenched warrior akin to an unsheathed blade.

His Power Sword raised again in attempted blocking but inadequately so in hurried resistance. The decomposition force field upon encountering the Thunder arc scattered, the warning sound of system overload inside the helmet drowned by the sound of the second heavy hammer smashing the chest armor.

Nata could feel his sternum fracture within the Power Armor, reminiscent of the sound heard when the Genetic Seeds modified him in the nourishment chamber years ago. Both of his hearts suffered fatal blows.