All Chapters of The Alpha Protocol: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The stroke of the bell of Atlantis was not a mere sound; it was a physical Wave that caused the whole valley to swing. As the deep, metallic sound first series of hybrids met, what I had hoped. The creatures Movement sequences depend on the fine frequencies of the shadow loom were, got into the stumbling. Your internal sensor system – the hydraulic gyroscopes that they stopped – got into a fatal resonance with the bell beat. It was a grotesque spectacle: the beasts, just a coordinated, lethal Army, started to wake up uncontrolled. One of the Apex hybrids tried to to make a sentence over one of the trenches, but in the middle of the air switched his system off. He bounced against the wooden barricade that we reinforced with sharp-edged scrap and remained like a defective toy. “Now!” Kael shouted. He jumped out of his hiding place, his movements were now there the hybrids were orientationless, almost dancing. He used the stumbling traps that we with the abyssal wires had pr

The ruins of the bell tower were now our bulwark. The hybrids among the massive rock blocks of the original foundation were jammed still, but their shadow connection was interrupted. They were no longer part a dimensional threat; they were physical creatures, trapped in one World that deprived them of the necessary hold. Kael approached the hardest stone plate with the sword raised. He didn't hesitate. A precise blow, a mechanical screaming of the beast under the stone, and then Silence. He turned to me to blacken the face, but the eyes were clearer than ever before. “They are isolated, Jada. The connection to the shadow chair is complete interrupted. They starve regularly because they no longer absorb energy they are. “We need to clean up the valley,” I said and felt a grim satisfaction. “House for House, Shadow for Shadows. We forced them into our reality – now our rules apply.” The next hours were an inexorable rhythm of hunting and defending. The remaining hybrids,

The light column in the distance was not a meteorological phenomenon; she was a cut through the reality of the night sky from a gentle violet into a unnatural, flickering neon blue. Elora stood as rooted there, Metallic plate in her hand now burned so hot that she had it in one piece Leather had wrapped. She felt how the atmosphere changed – the air suddenly tasted like ozone and consumed electricity, a smell that it only from the old legends of her grandmother. “That cannot be,” she whispered. The legends said the architects had their Machines returned to the ground to preserve peace. But this light – it was not a quiet glimm, it was a signal. Suddenly the trees began to tremble around them. There was no wind through the crowns went; the floor itself lost its strength. Under her boots the vibrate as if the forest stopped its breath. From the direction of Ruins went over a sound that marked her. It was a deep, metal rolling, which mixed with the mechanical clasp of somet

The guards stormed into space – a phalanx-like formation of shiny Titanium and pulsating purple light. Your sensors do not scan us like Beings, but like disturbing factors in a perfectly calibrated system. Kaelia jumped out of the capsule, her movements fluent and precise as if she never had spent decades in a cryogenic sleep. She grabbed the air, and for one short moment seemed to affect the environment itself; the light in space crumbled around her hands as if it were a physical barrier. “They follow the protocol of total synchronization,” Kaelia called on the noise of the Hydraulic motors that lined up before the entrance. “Elora, the interface! You need to lead the frequency balance into the maintenance shaft. When we get the tunnel we can use the guards in an energetic Force feedback.” Elora had no time to think about the technical complexity. She pressed this interface to its wrist, and immediately a cold electric current burst through its Arm that seemed to commun

The corridors not only began to move; they began to breathe. As we went deeper into the shaft, the architecture changed around us. Metallic wall segments move silently as if they were trying to us separate or steer in traps. Kaelia remained abrupt. Your face so far had been stoic, pale. “This is not a mere security architecture,” she whispered. “This is the archive of the old Architects. Someone – or something – uses the stored personality profiles to to stop us.” At this moment the light flickered in the walls and formed into a projected hologram. It wasn't a simple digital record. The figure manifested before us, was so detailed that you can breathe the warmth felt. She wore an armor of blackened steel and crystal elements, her gaze was sharp, testing and characterized by an almost frightening wisdom. It was Kael – the Cael from legends, the man who once became the world with his strength and had formed his will. “You are intruders in a space sealed for the end of tim