This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 120 Golden Angel

"Fellow citizens, this is the final broadcast from announcer Tasini." A vague male voice came from the radio. "All cities in the T6 colony have fallen. The alien shit is approaching my radio station. Shit... well, it's obvious that I'm finished. In these final moments, I want to tell you the following facts:

"1. The planetary barrier surrounding the Aura Command Tower has been damaged. Do not approach, do not approach, do not approach.

"2. The Golden Lord's cubs have reached their maximum growth rate. Their current number is 130 billion, which is equivalent to our total population before the war. Don't think you can hide from them. The way they rush into your basement is beyond your imagination! Take up arms! Like this! Their bodies are made of gold. You can chop off their arms with your kitchen knife!"

A strange noise came from the radio, as if something was banging against a nearby door. Announcer Tasini picked up something from the table.

The sound of a gun being loaded was heard.

"The third point..."

Tashini stood up from the table.

“…There is no hope, no savior, only ‘us,’ ” he said. “Survive.”

'boom--! ! ! ’

The channel is filled with nothing but noise.

The group of people sitting around the table fell silent. After a while, someone said, "Fuck."

Then, a barrage of curses erupted. A group of people cursed and slammed their hands on the table, and the room was in chaos. "How come Tashini died too?" "He's human, of course he died." "Then what will I listen to when I'm about to die?" "Listen to the golden angel breathe fire and turn you into a barbecue." "Hey!" "I want some barbecue..." "I want some too..." "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to complain to the captain!"

This was a group of young people, there were twelve of them, the oldest was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and the youngest was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. All of them had pale faces, and it was obvious that they had not eaten enough for a long time, let alone eaten anything nutritious.

It is worth noting that everyone here is wearing the same style of clothes, which is a full-coverage black and blue jumpsuit, which is obviously fireproof and waterproof, equipped with cut-resistant gloves, goggles, gas masks, a full set of belts and tactical boots. Everyone carries a gun on his back, and there is a pistol on his leg or waist. There is an arm guard on the left arm, and there is a rope buried in the clothes connecting the arm guard to the belt. The boots have no laces, but are fixed with two circles of Velcro, which reminds people of a certain type of tank soldier's shoes.

On the table where they sat, there was a radio, a black bucket-shaped backpack the size of a baby, and some scattered instant food packaging bags, the number of which obviously did not match the number of people.

Nie Weiyang clasped his hands together and leaned on the second-floor railing to look at them.

He was dressed exactly the same as this group of people, the only difference was that the blue areas on their bodies were red on Nie Weiyang's.

The little girl who was being teased downstairs just raised her head and saw Nie Weiyang.

"Captain!" The girl jumped up from the broken stool, which collapsed behind her with a clang. "They're bullying me again!"

Nie Weiyang was silent for a moment.

Yes, he is the captain of this team.

The background of this story is very cliché: on a peaceful day, as a huge golden meteorite floating in the solar system falls into the planet's atmosphere, aliens called "Golden Angels" invade.

The body of this alien is a fist-sized aura core, and the outer body is made of gold. They brought a creation machine called "Golden God" and a building called "Aura Command Tower".

The Lingguang Command Tower is located on the surface of the planet. Jin Tianzhu is on the top level of the command tower, surrounded by a huge industrial park.

As long as gold and other resources are input, the Golden God will continuously produce golden angels and recycle their spiritual cores after their death. As long as the gold that constitutes the golden angel is also recycled, the golden angel can be resurrected immediately.

The golden angel created the golden God, and the golden God gave the golden angel the ability to resurrect. This is a cycle of life.

The Golden Angels spread meteorites everywhere for their own purposes, and the Golden Gods contained in them then carry out orders to enslave ordinary Golden Angels, which is another cycle.

At this moment, gathered here is a team carrying out a secret mission.

Their mission, codenamed "Acid Erosion," was to destroy the Lingguang control tower and kill the Golden Celestial on Earth. Initially, the team consisted of only six people, including the captain, but now it has grown to thirteen, having only recruited some members who died mid-mission along the way.

At first glance, this copy seems to be a metaphor for finance, wealth, and more...

But what Nie Weiyang couldn't ignore was that, unlike in his previous life, this time, when he was watching the instance story generated by the Chaos Sanctuary, it was stamped with a red oil-stamped watermark:
【True history】.

……

——In real history, something like this happened on the planet T6!

As for the timing...

Nie Weiyang was certain that he lacked the ability to empathize with his teammates, and his mental energy was dormant and unable to be projected outwards. But as he quickly processed the current information in his mind, gave the little girl a reassuring smile, went downstairs to pick up the radio, and saw a symbol.

It was a simple and neat LOGO, like a golden record with part of its edge covered by the silhouettes of mountains and cities. Tiny circles of different sizes were scattered on the rings of notches on the record, and the middle was pitch black with circles scattered around as well.

A structure resembling an accretion disk or a planetary ring hung diagonally, and above the side of the record, a rock extended like an antenna, with seven stars adorning the other side, connected by a notch.

Two lines of large characters are engraved on the front:
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GLORY
Space Station T⑥
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"This radio is a co-branded product with the Glory Space Station..." someone nearby whispered, "We found it among the surface ruins. We originally thought we could use it to listen to the radio, but now there's nothing to listen to."

Yes, this is a basement.

Nie Weiyang looked at the small radio the size of a palm in his hand and shook his head slightly: Something related to hobbies and joy had happened on this land, but now, they were all silent.

"Time to go," he said, turning off the small radio and clipping it to his baby-sized backpack. "We've been here for three hours, and you're making noise again—we're going to be on our doorstep soon."

"Okay." The people around stood up.

"Before you leave, count your numbers and sign up." Nie Weiyang ordered calmly.

Everyone had no doubts and immediately obeyed the order.

"Number two, Gong Hanchuan." This is a young man with short hair and a tattoo under his ear.

"Number three, Jiang Meng." This is a woman. Her hair is even shorter than the previous one, she has thick eyebrows, big eyes, dark skin, and a hint of wildness.

"Number four, Celia Moreno." This was the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. She was much shorter than the others in the team and clearly not of Chinese descent. But in the context of interstellar warfare, race was one of the least important things.

"Number five, Fang Zihan." The boy looked a little shy. After all, the pronunciation of the name Zihan was really... too common.

"Number six, Sangmin." This was also a man, tall and strong, and he didn't look like such a pretty and intelligent name at all...

"Number seven, Luo Hua." This is an elegant female college student.

"Tan Xuan, number eight." said a young man.

Nie Weiyang couldn't help but glance sideways at him again. After all, he rarely saw someone who looked like this...with regular features and shifty eyes.

It's just his facial features that are regular; he's quite handsome, but he really looks like he could steal all the money in the world's pockets with just one glance.

After the remaining few people introduced themselves, Nie Weiyang nodded slightly.

"Let's go," he said, lifting the backpack and putting it on his back, feeling the weight of the small nuclear bomb inside on his shoulders. "They're already here."

There was a strange and pleasant sound of metal clashing from above, and everyone became visibly nervous. They quickly squatted down and looked at the narrow window in the basement from the shadows. The light coming through the window was dim, and after a moment, it became noticeably warmer.

Then, a spear-like golden pillar descended from above, colliding with the concrete floor with a thud.

It was a blade foot made of gold, with a beautiful streamlined shape. Two beautiful light bands fell from the sky behind it, floating gently.

The Golden Angel is coming.

Everyone drew their swords and guns. The youngest, Xilia, stared at it intently, hatred and disgust involuntarily revealing in her eyes, and her fingers twitched nervously, pressing on the dagger.

The golden angel is very beautiful. No human being can resist touching a huge piece of gold when seeing it.

But everyone here has a blood feud with them.

　Santa Lucia

　　Italian classic folk song, any version is good, the Chinese version sung by the Bohemian Women's Choir is also good

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　　The logo is issued on the Easter egg stamp.

　　Just in case anyone asks, let me say this: the Dawn Space Station logo is entirely in Chinese, but I haven't written about it yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)