Shinji Ikari's voice was as cold as if it came from a frozen hell. Paired with the bloody scene, even his pronouncement of judgment sent chills down the invaders' spines.
"Fire! Open fire! This goddamn..." The invading squad leader only got halfway through his words before he was cut off.
Like a spectral phantom from a dream, Shinji Ikari appeared before him in the blink of an eye and casually planted his palm against the man's face.
He pressed the man's face into the floor, then fired an air cannon point-blank into his head. Blood mixed with white flecks immediately spread across the ground.
Yet the instant Shinji Ikari struck, the surrounding invaders poured ammunition at him without the slightest hesitation.
They seemed utterly unconcerned that their own captain might become a target too.
The mission had barely begun before taking an unexpected turn. Now, it was as though a sledgehammer had slammed into their hearts, instantly magnifying their fear of the unknown to its limit!
What they did not know, however, was that everything happening before them was merely a prelude-the true divine might of Shinji Ikari had yet to be fully revealed!
Just as it had at the beginning, fear spread like shadows beneath the fluorescent lights. It might have been inconspicuous in the muzzle flashes, but it was everywhere.
The invaders at the front felt it most clearly. Flesh struck the floor and splattered over them, still warm.
Just as they prayed that shooting from such close range might work, a companion beside them let out an agonized scream.
"Mike! What the hell is this thing? F*ck!"
Only Mike, who had been struck, knew how terrifying the boy before him was. At some point, the boy who had crushed their captain's head had thrust out a hand.