Executor Rising: A GameLitLitRPG Adventure (Magnus Book 2) by Vowron Prime

Author:Vowron Prime [Prime, Vowron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2021-08-12T22:00:00+00:00

Thirty-One

Several hours earlier.

“Sir! Crystal cell charge is now at thirty-eight percent. We cannot hold this rate of fire for much longer!” Krar’eaks shouted with his modulated Qephyx vocal frequency, manipulating the Ryzel hovertank’s primary microwave cannon.

“And? What choice do we have?” Vorien replied from the pilot seat. “We can’t afford to take more of their attacks! Not with Trilnyth in their ranks now. Our armor is no match against their spatial magic.”

Krar’eaks blooped and buzzed as he focused on the unending horde of mutated creatures that pursued them.

“Sarek! Push more power into the engines!”

“Negative, Vorien. We are running the drive crystals at two hundred forty percent already. Any more and the heat will cause the lattices to crack,” the Zevan-type scientist called from the rear of the cabin, huddled together behind the other twenty souls they had somehow crammed into the hover APC’s tight confines.

Vorien gritted his teeth. They would die of attrition at this rate—that was the enemy’s plan. They’d lasted a day thus far, fleeing from Resistance Outpost Xefadur, which now lay in ruins. They had pushed desperately for Outpost Logosati, yet while they were in contact with the rest of the Resistance network, no one had been willing to send reinforcements. Nothing that could take on the horde of mutated creatures that doggedly chased them.

They’d initially held out hope for allied Hasta fighter-bombers to come to their aid, though given that the Resistance only had a handful of those spread out across the planet, none of the short-range craft were in range to provide aerial support.

“Ayala, medical situation?”

His wife gave a soft smile, replying in her usual lilting cadence. “They are safe for now. Please do not worry about us, my Amshalur. For you have enough on your mind already.”

As the commander in charge of their now-destroyed base, Vorien had already allowed over thirty of their number to perish. His beloved’s words pierced like a spear of ice.

Irreplaceable—every last one of them. Even without their centuries of individual experience, members of the Resistance were precious rarities on Kelruhn. With the transit gateway inconceivably destroyed along with the spatial anchor, they’d been cut off from the greater Resistance network. Forced to fend for themselves, times had never been so dire.

“Do you think it was the Legatus?”

“Of course it’s the Legatus. How else would the mutations be able to organize so?” he shouted, carefully navigating the hovercraft above the small brook that afforded them a path through the dense forest. While its hover capabilities meant that they needn’t worry about ground hazards, it only floated just a few feet off the ground. Were it not for the brook, they would have to melt down trees to cut a path through the forest plateau.

“That neshva is capitalizing on Kelruhn’s isolation. It has hurt us more than it has hurt him, and so he uses this opportunity to eradicate us before we can reorganize. Likely to save face in light of his ridiculous blunders.”

Vorien smiled when laughter rang out from the rear cabin.

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