A convoy on a desert road.
Among the group were native Egyptian residents, travelers of various skin colors, and even a good number of local police and UNSC-dressed soldiers.
Regardless of where they came from or what their professions were, everyone was being escorted northward by a group of skeletons and mummies.
Their clothes were stained with dirt and blood, and the soldiers and police were in an even more dire state, their wounds unbandaged, requiring assistance to walk.
Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, becoming even more terrified after witnessing the bloody spectacle in Cairo.
At this moment, a dark-skinned young traveler finally reached the brink of a mental breakdown, completely unwilling to accept the current reality.
He screamed in denial, "No! I don't want to go there! This must be a dream! Yes! It must be a dream!"
Then, ignoring the dissuasion of others, the traveler sprinted off, displaying a talent unique to his race...
Running.
The black traveler's running speed was truly fast, possibly reaching the peak of his life, as he dashed rapidly towards the east side of the road.
But...
"!"
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by a demonic growl, a long spear swiftly cut through the air.
With a "Pfft!" sound, the spear instantly pierced the left side of the black traveler's back, accurately striking his heart.
"No... I don't want... Ugh... Ah..."
Pinned to the ground by the spear, the black man coughed up blood, still unable to believe it was real in his dying moments.
Finally, his head slumped to the side, and he completely lost his breath.
The ghost soldier, dressed as a mummy, had just finished its throwing motion and slowly walked towards the black man who had brought about his own demise.
Stepping on the corpse, it pulled out its spear, ignored the wide-eyed dead man, returned to the team, and motioned for the ghost soldiers to continue the escort.
The stalled convoy resumed its movement.
If viewed from the sky, this stretch of road was teeming with humans and ghost soldiers, resembling a long snake.
Coincidentally.
The scene of the black traveler bringing about his own demise was continuously playing out along the entire road, but the outcome was always the same.
Death.
Either pierced through the heart by a mummy's spear or slashed by a skeleton soldier's scimitar, then stabbed into the human's left chest with the blade tip.
It seemed as if the heart was the ghost soldiers' true target.
The entire road was filled with wails and cries; humans appeared so insignificant when facing supernatural phenomena.
Suddenly.
A cloud of dust rose from the desert on the east side of the road.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers who originally belonged to the UNSC Army squinted their eyes slightly, then immediately revealed expressions of extreme excitement.
Because they knew that these dust clouds represented a convoy of off-road vehicles.
?
The ghost soldiers escorting the humans also stopped, turning their hollow, red-glowing gazes towards the east.
"Tat-tat!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Immediately, a barrage of pulse rifle gunfire followed, mixed with the sounds of a few plasma guns and Gauss guns.
"Crack!"
"Thud!"
Following that, the sounds echoing on the road were of bones breaking and bullets thudding into desiccated corpses.
The convoy approaching from the east was precisely the Warthogs driven by John, Michelle, and others.
The shooting accuracy of the Spartans and Dire Wolves remained above ninety percent, even from a rapidly moving vehicle.
Caseless explosive rounds, flechette rounds, and plasma rounds accurately struck the skeleton soldiers and mummies.
Those ghost soldiers, like reapers from hell, began to struggle when encountering the Umbrella's elite soldiers' super-tech weapons.
The skeleton soldiers exploded the moment they were hit by caseless rounds, the violent impact scattering their skeletons across the ground.
As for the mummies...
"Boom! Boom!"
Accompanied by explosions, caseless rounds detonated inside their bodies, sending dry flesh and white cloth flying.
The firepower of over a hundred and twenty people instantly swept away the ghost soldiers in this escorting group.
However.
Strangely, even when shattered into pieces, the skeletons and mummies still tried to crawl towards the convoy with what little strength they had left.
It was as if they couldn't be truly killed, but in their current state, they posed no threat whatsoever.
"Haha! We're saved!"
"Run! Run!"
Released, the people scattered, running towards the desert on both sides of the road.
Only the surviving UNSC soldiers and police, along with a few calmer travelers, stood still, waiting for the Warthog convoy to arrive.
Soon, thirty-four Warthogs surrounded the group of people who remained.
.
"Thump! Thump!"
John, sitting in the Warthog's passenger seat, jumped out of the vehicle, his heavy body landing on the road with dull thuds.
Immediately after.
The driver and gunner remained in the vehicle, keeping watch, while the other Dire Wolves, led by Michelle, disembarked and approached the frightened yet excited crowd.
John, walking at the front, approached a UNSC soldier with the rank of Staff Sergeant and spoke in a deep voice:
"Soldier, report the situation."
"Uh..."
Upon seeing John, this two-meter-four 'giant,' and his full-body Mjolnir armor, the Staff Sergeant's face was astonished, and his mouth hung slightly open in a daze.
"Soldier," John reminded him again.
"?...Yes!" The Staff Sergeant, snapping out of it, immediately stood at attention and saluted John, speaking in accented English:
"Staff Sergeant Safir Aziz Rahman of the Third Infantry Division, First Regiment, Egyptian Frontline, reporting to you.
May I ask who you are, sir?"
"Umbrella," John replied calmly.
Then, without giving the Staff Sergeant time to react, he continued to ask, "The UNSC Army's equipment is not bad, so how did you fall in such a short time?"
"Umb..." The Staff Sergeant was only momentarily stunned before reporting:
"Sir, those 'Hell Servants' and the barrier appeared simultaneously; they emerged directly from underground, attacking us and ordinary citizens.
Coupled with communication failures and the inability of aerial units to take off, we were completely on the defensive.
More importantly... those 'Hell Servants' are very difficult to eliminate, and each of them possesses superhuman strength and reaction speed.
Our regiment's garrison fell within half an hour; my men and I tried to escape in the chaos, but we were still captured and escorted here."
Escape?
John's brow furrowed behind his helmet; he seemed very averse to such deserters.
However, he didn't say much, after all, the other party was UNSC stationed in Egypt, not an employee of the company.
He then asked, puzzled, "Hell Servants? Why are they called that?"
"Sir..." At this point, the Staff Sergeant's face once again showed fear, gripping both sides of his head and saying:
"Sir! And they came from underground and only target human hearts, which means they are the servants of Anubis, the god of death..."
God of death?
Anubis?
"Alright, thank you." After getting the information he wanted, John simply thanked him and turned to leave.
He then calmly said to Karl and Myron, who were still in the Warthog, "Blue Team, prepare to depart. We are heading to the outskirts of what was Cairo to obtain detailed data on that god of death."
"Yes." (x2)
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