Halo: The Flood (Halo, Book 2)
William C. Dietz
achieve HAS FALLEN.
THE COVENANT struggle computing device RAGES ON.
HUMANITY’S final desire LIES WITH THE group OF THE PILLAR OF AUTUMN—THE INDOMITABLE CAPTAIN JACOB KEYES, employees SERGEANT AVERY JOHNSON, THE AI CORTANA, hundreds and hundreds OF FEARLESS MARINES . . . AND SPARTAN 117, THE grasp CHIEF.
Having slightly escaped the conflict for achieve, the group of the Pillar of Autumn is pressured to make a bounce into Slipspace in hopes of evading the big alien alliance hell-bent on wiping out humanity. yet their vacation spot brings them to an historic secret and an excellent higher struggle.
In this far-flung nook of the universe floats a magnificently vast synthetic ring international . . . a build from a protracted misplaced race. The humans’ in simple terms desire of survival is to crash land on its floor and take the conflict opposed to the Covenant to the ground.
But they quickly observe that this enigmatic ring international is way greater than it sort of feels. equipped 100,000 years in the past through a civilization referred to as the Forerunners, this “Halo” is worshipped by means of the Covenant---a sacred artifact that they wish will whole their non secular quest for intended transcendence. they'll cease at not anything to manage it.
Engaged in a fierce floor conflict, grasp leader and Cortana pass deep into the Halo build to discover a dismal mystery; this enigmatic ring global can also be the universe’s most threatening weapon. Its goal: the destruction of all sentient existence. For the Forerunners equipped the Halo to conflict the universe’s so much vicious enemy---a almost unstoppable and by surprise reawakened strength often called The Flood.
sooner than. The cubicles have been empty. The Jackals sniggered, and there has been not anything Yayap may possibly do yet endure throughout the indignity of it. With that formality out of ways, a workforce of Grunts moved in to dump provides from the shipment cubicles that covered the interior floor of the dropship’s hulls, and towed the seriously loaded antigrav pallets out onto the deck. Then, with the unloading approach entire, the commute rose on its grav box, became towards the hatch, and handed out into vivid.
the trail the tough means. A provider shape exploded, and despatched a cluster of strive against kinds crashing to the floor. The burst provider spewed voracious an infection types in each path, and collapsed as one of many fallen wrestle varieties hopped ahead, dragging a damaged leg at the back of him, fingers clutching a grenade as though it have been a bouquet of vegetation. The Spartan subsidized away, fired a sequence of ten-round bursts, and gave thank you whilst the grenade exploded. The provider had given him an idea—when they blew, they.
epidermis crackled with static electrical energy. within the middle of a steep dip within the rock lay a wide steel disk, the gravity carry that the Covenant used to maneuver troops, provides, and autos to and from the hoop world’s floor. pink gentle shimmered round the platform the place the beam was once anchored. “Come on!” the grasp leader shouted, pointing on the carry. “That’s our method in. Let’s move!” there has been a mad sprint via a slender canyon through a pitched conflict because the grasp leader and the Helljumpers.
Compartment. A moment Marine grew to become to the Corporal who’d simply spoken. “ ‘No Covenant,’ ” he tousled, mocking his fellow trooper. “You simply needed to open your mouth, didn’t you?” contained in the Covenant send, chaos reigned. The grasp leader charged forward, and the rescue crew fought their means via a maze of interlocking corridors, which ultimately emerged right into a huge trip bay. A Covenant dropship gone through a brilliant blue strength box as all hell broke unfastened. hearth stuttered down from a.
disguise and lobbed hearth at his place. the 1st blast struck him sq. within the chest and despatched him tumbling backward. the second one shot used to be stopped by way of a thick-trunked tree. A trickle of blood pooled within the nook of his left eye. He shook his head to transparent his blurred imaginative and prescient and rolled to his left. a 3rd shot kicked up a plume of soil the place he had lain simply seconds sooner than. the manager tossed a frag grenade, counted to 3, then sprang to his ft and sidestepped to his correct, firing the entire.