Battlefield Dominance

‘Rat-a-tat-tat—’

Ordinary rifle ammunition fired densely from all directions was like rubber, completely harmless as it struck the Venom Suit and bounced away. The barrage merely forced Kyle half a step back without harming him in the slightest.

In fact, even if some highly penetrating rounds were mixed in and managed to pierce the Venom Suit’s resilient protective layer, beneath it lay the dense, powerful muscles of a Super Soldier.

Old-fashioned Sniper Rifle bullets could penetrate the surface layer and lodge in his muscles, but that was all. With the Healing Factor’s rapid recovery, unless two shots struck the same spot in quick succession and directly punched through a vital area, they posed no substantial threat to his life.

With three layers of physical defense, Kyle could act even more freely on the battlefield. Heavy artillery bombardments were too sluggish, while ordinary gunfire was too weak.

‘Clatter, clatter…’

The German army’s barrage ceased, and countless metal bullets fell from Kyle’s Venom Suit, rolling crisply off the tank’s roof onto the ground below.

Kyle raised his head indifferently and looked down at the soldiers behind the tank. Fully covered by the Venom Suit, he stood atop the tank like a humanoid demon. His iron-and-blood appearance, savage and murderous, made countless German Soldiers changing magazines recoil in terror.

"Is he even alive, or is he some unkillable monster?!"

"It’s him! The Demon of the USA… He’s actually here."

"It’s over, we’re finished! We’re all going to die here!"

Even though his face was hidden beneath a black leather hood, the one-handed sword, black battle suit, cross-shaped death emblem, Major General rank, and indisputable monster-level strength all clearly revealed the identity of the enemy before them.

Kyle of the USA! The legendary Executioner Demon stood before them in the flesh.

Fear seemed contagious. In an instant, it spread through the hearts of every German soldier. Countless trembling German recruits holding rifles collapsed onto the ground.

This was the overwhelming pressure of a War Hero! Wherever he went as the main battlefield, he carried an indescribable dominance.

A brown-bearded German officer raised an arm among the soldiers and shouted encouragingly, "No matter who he is! Grip the weapons in your hands! Behind us lies our homeland, we must—"

Before he could finish his impassioned words, a blue laser crossed dozens of meters and accurately struck his forehead. The laser energy erupted, vaporizing his entire head into nothingness. His headless body sprayed blood as it toppled backward.

"You were getting on my nerves." Kyle sneered, returning the Energy Pistol in his hand to its holster.

The high-tech weapon manufactured by Hydra had become a rare limited item ever since the energy production factory was destroyed. In the American military, only he still carried one, using it when needed as a long-range means of dealing with enemies.

After that shot, some German recruits suffered mental breakdowns and fled on the spot. More German Soldiers wanted to try firing back, but the chaos among their own ranks threw the orderly formation into complete disarray.

Kyle was about to take advantage of the chaos and deal with the tank forces first when he saw a jacket-clad figure charge rapidly into the crowd of soldiers. The figure recklessly swung Wolf-like Claws, unleashing a slaughter. With every step, several soldiers fell screaming as bloody gore splashed around them.

"Logan?" Kyle frowned at the figure, but he quickly understood why Logan had rushed into the German Soldiers.

Logan tore through German Soldiers like a madman to clear a path, advancing deeper into the enemy ranks in a disorderly yet purposeful manner.

When Logan charged into the very center of the army, a soldier wearing a Steel Helmet at the rear of the German forces shrank his head. Then he abruptly stood up, revealing a tall, brawny frame that had been concealed. With one large hand, he shoved aside the comrades around him and rapidly retreated into German territory.

"Sabretooth, you really are cunning and cautious. So you’d been hiding among these densely packed soldiers all along." Kyle shook his head with a laugh.

Unfortunately for him, after so many years of old and new grudges intertwined between Logan and Sabretooth, even if Sabretooth smeared himself with several layers of mud and hid underground, Logan could still find him through his deep impression and sharp sense of smell, even if he had to turn over every layer of soil in the war zone.

"The target has appeared. That makes things easier." Kyle smiled faintly, in no hurry to chase the two men pursuing their private feud.

He leaped onto the roof of another tank, Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword in his left hand, and swiftly slashed at a german soldier who had poked his head out to check the situation.

The german soldier did not even have time to scream. His head and helmet flew high into the air, and the blood streaming down made the soldiers inside the tank cry out in terror.

Kyle could not be bothered to enter the tank. He simply and brutally tossed in a grenade, and the sounds from within quickly fell silent after the explosion.

‘Rat-a-tat-tat!’

Dense bullets continued striking the Venom Suit to no effect, only slightly interfering with and delaying Kyle’s destruction of the tank forces.

Kyle did not even spare the soldiers outside a glance. Under their despairing gazes, he focused entirely on breaking and destroying the steel tanks, the greatest threat to the Allied forces, one by one.

"Thirteenth."

Coldly stating the number of tanks he had destroyed, Kyle finished wrecking another tank beneath his feet when a dense chorus of military boots suddenly sounded behind him.

Kyle looked up. From half a mile away, within the shattered ruins ravaged by artillery fire, great numbers of Allied soldiers continuously emerged, charging forward while chanting slogans.

"Charge! Break through the German border and take down the evil Hitler in one stroke!"

"Keep up with Major General Kyle! Victory is right before us!"

"For victory in the war, for Major General Kyle!"

Among the thousands upon thousands of Allied soldiers, Kyle spotted a familiar Black officer at a glance. His bald head was especially conspicuous beneath the sunlight, and he was waving in Kyle’s direction.

"Fury, the Allied forces sure took their time getting here." Kyle shook his head in judgment. He had already destroyed a small portion of the tank force.

At the same time, seeing the Allied forces launch their offensive, he knew that the German defensive line could not hold out for another ten minutes.

It was like opening a breach in a dam. The surging flood would swiftly blast apart the entire dam and pour onward, flooding everything downstream.

With the tank army, their strongest armed force, wiped out, the Allied forces would face virtually no obstruction and could charge into the German capital with crushing force.

"Germany’s defeat is certain." Kyle murmured, turning to look over the vast German territory behind him, as though he could already see the end of this great battle.