The rock landed fifty feet away with a soft thump. Instantly, the quiet night was shattered. Two tiny, bright purple flashes appeared in the windows of the dark guard towers. Two glowing purple bullets shot across the plateau with supersonic speed. They hit the exact spot in the snow where the rock had landed. The snow instantly melted, turning into a cloud of thick white steam. The magical bullets dug deep into the frozen dirt. Jonah pulled his head back quickly. His heart skipped a beat. "Snipers," Jonah grunted. "They have magical rifles." "But how?" Kevin asked, his blue eye wide with shock. "General Silas is sitting in our truck! The Vanguard assassins are standing right next to me! Who is up in those towers?!" Jonah looked at Silas. General Silas stepped out of the truck. He looked at the tall concrete walls of his old outpost. The silver-masked dictator looked genuinely horrified. "When the virus attacked Sector Zero," Silas whispered, his voice trembling slightly, "i

Lisa did not aim for the snipers. She aimed for the thick concrete wall supporting the towers. She pulled the trigger. BOOOOOOOOOOOM! The recoil hit her for the third time. It was too much. The human limit was reached. Lisa’s head fell backward. The glowing green light in her eyes completely died. Her hands slipped off the heavy gun. She fell unconscious in the back of the truck, lost to the dark. But her final shot was a masterpiece. The heavy tungsten spike hit the main support pillar between the last two guard towers. KABOOOOOM! The massive concrete pillar completely shattered. The foundation of the wall broke. With a loud, terrible groan, the third and fourth guard towers collapsed inward. They crashed into each other like falling dominoes. The two dead snipers were crushed under hundreds of tons of falling rock and twisted metal. The shooting stopped entirely. The sky was quiet. "She did it!" Elena cried out happily. She ran as fast as she could. "Lisa is a hero," Kevin s

General Silas and his two remaining Vanguard assassins fought bravely. They did not have magic, but they were highly trained killers. They used normal rifles to bash the monsters. They used combat knives to slice the thick black cables hanging from the ceiling, cutting the monsters off from their power source. But the hallway was a pure meat grinder. The black slime on the floor made it incredibly slippery. Blood mixed with battery acid, creating a terrible, stinging smell in the air. Suddenly, a Server-Ghoul dropped from a dark hole in the ceiling. It landed directly behind one of the Vanguard assassins. The monster wrapped its arms around the assassin from behind. "Help!" the assassin screamed. He struggled wildly, dropping his rifle. The Server-Ghoul opened its mouth. Inside its mouth, there were no teeth. There was a thick, sharp, metal USB-like spike. The monster slammed its mouth against the back of the assassin’s neck. The sharp metal spike drove directly into the assassin

Silas picked up a dropped rifle from the floor. The last Vanguard assassin stood next to his General, holding a long combat knife. "GO!" Jonah roared. Jonah charged forward. He moved with explosive, terrifying human speed. He did not turn on his magic. He did not glow with silver light. He relied on pure, raw, farm-boy muscle. Jonah pulled his heavy forty-pound sledgehammer back. He swung it in a massive, flat arc, aiming directly for the clone’s head. The clone did not blink. The clone moved at the exact same millisecond. The clone swung its own heavy sledgehammer. The two massive blocks of solid iron collided perfectly in mid-air. The impact was apocalyptic. The sheer kinetic force of the two giant weapons hitting each other created a massive shockwave. A ring of white wind blasted outward. It blew the dust off the floor. It blew Elena’s hair wildly. The sound was so loud it hurt their ears. Jonah gritted his teeth. His arms shook violently from the heavy impact. The clone

Everyone in the room stopped fighting for a fraction of a second. Even the clone paused. They stared up at the magical projection. "What is that?" Elena whispered. She dropped her mace. General Silas walked slowly toward the center of the room. His pale blue eye was wide with absolute shock and fascination. "It is a map," Silas whispered in awe. It was not a map of a city. It was not a map of a mountain. It was a map of the entire Earth. The glowing blue hologram showed the continents. It showed the oceans. It showed North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa. It was a perfect, rotating globe of the planet. But the globe was covered in dots. There were thousands and thousands of tiny, glowing red dots scattered across every single continent. As Kevin watched the screen on his datapad, lines of code rapidly scrolled by. The system was showing him the live data of the Black Broadcast. On the giant hologram, thin, glowing red lines began to shoot out from the dots. The red lines conn