Tears streamed from the soldier’s eyes as he lowered his body to the ground in complete surrender, falling to his knees, leaning on his hand, and waiting for his inevitable fate; for the bullets to shoot toward him, cutting through the wind to penetrate his body. But suddenly, everything stopped.
The soldier saw that the bullets had not touched him. He looked at his body and saw that he was still alive. But the bullets had not stopped. He heard a commotion among the soldiers. They were talking and chattering, amazed by something, but he did not know what was happening. He raised his head, his hands clutching a handful of dirt from his tension. He saw something black standing in front of him, blocking the shots from him. He did not know what he was seeing, but he saw this thing charging toward the robots, blocking the bullets with two swords! Two iron swords! He was moving them with great speed and agility as he charged toward the ranks of the machines, with bravery, determination, and courage, as if he were a robot too. But he was a robot attacking the other robots. The soldier saw fire coming out of his back, and it was pushing him to move faster, as if he were flying for a short distance at a huge speed amidst the machines. He entered the midst of the machines and passed quickly through them, swinging his sword. Their bodies were cut into quarters and halves from behind him. He then turned to rain down on them with his sword and cut their bodies with ease, as if they were made of paper. He began to jump high and land on two robots with his swords, then turned to cut two others. The robots began to fire at each other in an attempt to hit him, but he was faster than their field of vision and very agile. He began to twist his body and show off his skill with acrobatic movements as he killed them one after another. He kicked, stomped, and cut non-stop, and he dodged the bullets as he charged like lightning between them and passed through them in less than a second. The machines flew into the air and were cut into pieces. The soldiers felt hope and amazement at what their eyes were seeing, but they did not indulge in their reverie for long.
"Let’s help the strange robot!" one of them said. "Open fire, raise your swords, and let’s go!"
The soldiers lined up, brandishing their weapons, and began to fire relentlessly at the robots, which soon began to fall one after another, making an annoying metallic clatter. The soldiers’ resolve rose again, and they began to cheer and scream with enthusiasm at the top of their lungs as they fired at the machines, until the robots were finished and their hordes were destroyed, falling completely before the humans’ fire, and silence prevailed. The strange robot stood, its features becoming clear. The soldiers stared at it with fear, apprehension, and reverence.
The color white dominated its body, and some black parts distinguished the sensitive areas of its body, such as its neck, shoulders, abdominal muscles, knees, wrist, and the soles of its feet. Its face was completely white, and it had only two wide lines that shone with a prominent red and appeared as a large scar on its face, extending from its ear to its chin. It was clear that they were its eyes. And the white color on its face shone under the sunlight. He put his two swords in their sheaths, which were hanging on his back in a cross in the shape of an X, and their hilts were red.
He stood with confidence and pride, staring at the soldiers, while the soldiers aimed their weapons at him in terror and apprehension, waiting for any move from him to open fire on him. But they were reassured when he put away his swords. But he suddenly said to them in an electronic voice filled with tension and running out of patience, "Go to Atlantis now! You must go as fast as you can! Atlantis is in great danger! A fatal mistake has occurred, a mistake that was not expected. Go quickly and warn the leaders that the machines are inside the container!"
The soldiers did not understand what he meant by "inside the container." One of the soldiers insisted, "What do you mean, by the container?!"
The white robot lost its composure. "This is not the time to explain anything!" it said. "Just tell them what I told you, and they will understand everything. Now, go!"
Suddenly, swarms of robotic bees emerged and began to fly above them. The robot drew its two swords again and pointed them in the direction of Atlantis. "Now, go!"
The soldiers fled into the forest in the direction he had indicated, while the white robot stood to face the approaching swarm of bees alone. But the bees were not alone; they were joined by something else, something far more ferocious. The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Keno fell inside the giant’s stomach, screaming and calling out for Gladious, but he did not respond. He settled in the giant’s belly after falling hard on his back in some kind of sticky substance. He shook his body and pushed with his hand until his face emerged from this substance. He found himself in pitch darkness and felt the black substance burning and dissolving his suit, but slowly. He knew that he would be digested here if he did not get out immediately. He tried to contact someone. "Is anyone listening? Is anyone here?" But no one answered him. He tried to call again. "Gladious, where are you? I’m trapped in here. The mission will fail if I don’t get out of here. Do you hear me? I repeat, do you hear me?"
But no voice answered him. He shouted with extreme nervousness, "Am I going to die in here? I can’t die here! I have to finish my mission... My brother."
And suddenly, a hoarse voice said to him, "Keno, where are you?"