Not that I didn't want to, but my abilities wouldn't allow it
With its Wings of Light vibrating, Russell maneuvered to evade the dense barrage of fire, making a sharp turn as it flew toward the near-Earth orbit of the warship group.
As he entered the atmosphere, Russell erected an energy barrier to isolate himself from external pressure, allowing him to enter deep space unharmed.
Angel's Power is a versatile energy, usable for both offensive and defensive purposes, as well as healing and self-preservation. It also possesses divine attributes, doubling its damage output against dark creatures. Most importantly, in a Western-themed world, using the identity of a birdman to show off is almost always effective; everyone has to give him some respect.
Because it was so conspicuous, Russell was quickly scanned and located by the warship's Radar, and the black muzzles of the cannons turned around, unleashing a barrage of fire.
His plan to sneak into the village failed, so he had no choice but to force his way through. He used his superior mobility to make the enemy's attacks, which were like swatting mosquitoes with cannons, come back empty-handed.
Russell's target was the outermost warship on the left flank of the fleet. Hijacking a warship several kilometers long would be difficult; he couldn't operate it alone. Furthermore, given the Federation's ruthless approach, it was unrealistic for the captain to willingly surrender. Therefore, his target was the smaller rescue transport aircraft.
Its high speed, self-defense capabilities, and ability to be piloted independently for interstellar travel were the main reasons Russell chose it.
When the Federation withdrew the Hard Bone Unit, Russell had seen this model. It was square and coffin-like, which did not fit his understanding of spaceships. He had a subtle feeling that it would disintegrate in the atmosphere.
No need to worry about the details; the landing craft of the Federation's million-strong army are also of this style, so no one should die.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—
Beams of laser light swept past his feet. The flanks of the warship group lacked firepower, and in terms of agility, they were far behind Russell. Therefore, the pale, sweeping attacks seemed extremely blinding to him as he dodged and weaved, as if they were just firing wildly.
It didn't take long for Russell to get close to his target, condense his Holy Light Longsword, and manually open a door on the warship's hull.
Out of humanitarian concern, he welded the original spot shut with Holy Flame after entering the room. The scar was far from aesthetically pleasing, but it was better than a drafty hole.
He didn't need to do that at all. Starships are mobile fortresses in the sky. They are designed and built with defensive measures to deal with damage to the hull. Pressure gates that isolate the vacuum can effectively prevent secondary damage, so there won't be an absurd situation where a single missile destroys a starship.
Russell had previously boarded the warship and knew its layout well. He quickly walked towards the inner helipad, not paying any attention to the surveillance cameras overhead.
Nothing more than getting carried away!
When Russell opened the hole, the warship triggered an alarm, the captain issued a martial law order, and the illegal armed personnel who entered the warship were killed on the spot.
Russell brandished his Holy Light Longsword, violently slicing through the gates, and entered the helipad within two minutes. He was greeted by fifty heavily armed mobile infantrymen.
The black muzzles of the guns were arranged in four rows. When the corporal in charge of the operation saw Russell appear, he swallowed hard and said in a fierce but weak voice, "Intruder, put down your weapon. The Federation treats prisoners of war well."
Russell glanced at the Holy Light Longsword in his hand, loosened his fingers and let it plunge upside down into the metal ground. He spread his Wings of Light, looking like an angel descending to earth, and said with a smile, "In 1780, the Hell's Gate, and Asmodeus, the King of Hell, led his army of hell to invade the human world. Archangel Gabriel and I fought side by side, destroyed the invading army of hell, and drove Asmodeus back to Hell."
Glug! xN
After a series of swallowing sounds, the soldiers of the mobile unit were a little guilty. The corporal stammered, "What... what do you want to say?"
Russell said seriously, "I am a religious believer, after all. Without me, there would be no humanity as we know it today. Is it really appropriate to point a gun at me?"
After a moment of deathly silence, the soldiers of the mobile unit hesitated, but soldiers take it upon themselves to obey orders. They did not put down their guns, and one by one they turned their gaze to the highest-ranking officer present, the corporal.
The corporal was under immense pressure. He was just a squad leader, and once he stepped off the warship, he was practically cannon fodder. He wasn't qualified to make decisions!
At this moment, the monitoring equipment on the wall projected a 3D stereoscopic projection, and the captain appeared in the control room. He was a male soldier around fifty years old with half of his face scarred and ferocious, and he didn't look like the kind of person who was easy to talk to.
"Stop your lies. You and I both know that religion is just faith, and mythology is just mythology. There is no heaven or hell in this world." The captain immediately denied Russell's identity.
Russell shrugged and threatened, "Captain, talking nonsense comes at a price. Can you take responsibility for the lives of all the sailors on board?"
"I am only accountable to the Federation!"
Russell raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Holy Light Longsword Sword: "Very well, I admire tough guys like you. I hope you can stay tough to the end..."
"Fire!"
At the captain's command, fifty mobile infantrymen pulled the triggers, unleashing a hail of metal bullets that swept through the air in the blink of an eye, numbering over a thousand.
Buzzing!
An invisible curtain of light opened in front of Russell, and thousands of golden Negasonic Teenage Warhead remained suspended in mid-air, turning into wisps of white smoke under the white Holy Flame.
The soldiers were dumbfounded, and even the captain on the projection screen blinked. At that moment, the warship's alarm suddenly blared, and the Holy Light Longsword held by Russell extended infinitely, piercing through layers of steel and stabbing a hole in the bottom of the warship.
He smiled slightly at the captain in the projection, slowly raised his hand and slashed the Holy Light Longsword to the right. The hard steel was like butter, and the Holy Light Longsword cut through it effortlessly.
One can imagine that if Russell's right hand were to circle around the ship, it would be cut in half at the waist.
"Wait a minute!"
The captain finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "I will take responsibility for the lives of my soldiers. What do you want?"
Russell stopped with a smile, pointed to the transport planes nearby, and the captain didn't object, because objections would be futile. He ordered the corporal to lead the mobile force soldiers away from the tarmac, and personally unlocked the security lock of a transport plane, handing it over to Russell.
The negotiations were successful. Russell waved to Captain Zhenxiang and drove away in his transport plane.
He didn't intend to kill them all; after all, the grievances had their perpetrators and the debtors their just doing their jobs. The ones who should be killed were the high-ranking officials of the Federation.
But what did the federal leadership do wrong?
One's position determines one's perspective; from the perspective of the interests of all humanity, their actions are beyond reproach.
Therefore, there are only successful people in the world, not successful good people. Everyone has different interests, so no one should blame anyone else for not being human!
Of course, it's not impossible to be successful and a good person at the same time; you just need to be capable enough to make everyone happy.
For example, Russell always wanted to be a capable person and strived tirelessly towards that Riptide. However, he is currently incapable of making everyone happy, and therefore he generally does not take responsibility.
Russell nodded. "It's so sad. It's not that I don't want to, but that my abilities don't allow it!"