The American In Another World
Chapter 25: The Doomslayer (2)

The Demon Lord Army Headquarters

Sensing the impending doom, Nosgorath issued a sudden order to regroup his army in the forest. Realizing the threat of American aircraft, he moved his troops through vast caves displayed in nearby mountains. Leaving only a small group of orcs and goblins to defend his base, he surrounded every other unit to attack.

While traveling through the tunnel, he finds himself being pestered by the Red and Blue Giants, who are struck by trepidation. "Sir, why are we moving underground?"

“We have to stay hidden from their airplanes. Usually, they will not pose a threat. This is if we have our standard weaponry from the creators. I sometimes forget that lower races can sometimes pose a threat, like those four heroes.

"The ones who killed our brothers?"

"Yes. Although I doubt they have such powerful individuals in the modern era, it is clear that they no longer need them. They have advanced more slowly than I expected, only managing to switch from propellers to light-release machines in a span of thousands of years. I anticipate that they will apply similar tactics, so we should refrain from engaging in direct combat until we get as close to their walls as possible.

"How are we gonna do it?"

Nosgorath pointed towards the Scarlet Dragon, who was carrying a magical jewel chest on its back. “I will use the magic gems that we have looted so far, but the gems produced by the lower races. Using the creator jewel, I will make a huge shield to protect us until we reach the gate. Until then, I don't want to waste mana, so we have to go through the forest.”

"Oh, very clever plan!" Red Ogre praised him.

"The Demon Lord Nosgorath, our own master, is a genius!" Blue Ogre added his thoughts.

Before Nosgorath could receive the praise, a huge rumble shook the tunnel, causing small stones to fall. The thud was soft, but it was seen echoing through the caves as the shaking continued. “They must have found our headquarters..” complained Nosgorath. "Now there's no turning back."

——

Tormis, Kingdom of Topa

Moah felt his heart racing as he watched the fleet of B-52 bombers heading towards the Demon King's headquarters. "Only three were enough to completely annihilate the Demon King's first army... Surely ten is a little much?"

"Not at all, Mr. Moah," said the fat general, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. “See, we are not very friendly to demons. We don't know much about them, other than speculation from our culture and the information you get, so we decided to make sure they were dead. Can't take any chances with the Devil's minions.”

“It makes sense..” murmured Moah.

“And we didn't get a chance to practice massive bombing either. The last time we did it was a century ago, but since there are no rules of war here, we are now running some drills. Just in case, of course.”

Moah nodded, finding General Hammond's attitude and reason very interesting. He heard rumors that Americans were rich enough to surround the city just by throwing money at it. If these rumors were true, then dropping tons and tons of bombs would not make their wallets dent in the slightest. How much did these people spend on their military budgets?

“Watch out well drone feed.”

Moah, Gai, and the other Demon King Conquest Force members leaned back, watching the moving image closely. Footage of radio chatter flared as the bomber fleet approached the vast demon base. The figures were running around below: goblins and orcs were rushing to prepare defenses. Their reaction was futile; it was impossible for them, armed with their crude and primitive weapons, to reach the high-flying bombers.

The death whistle seeped into the air as hundreds of bombs fell on the base, each possessing enough explosive power to flatten a small building. Object falling — from the viewpoint of recorder drone — is so much that the view is similar to a rainstorm in the distance. Indeed, the bomb fell like rain, impacting with a tremendous splash as its base was painted with orange flames and messy dark ash.

The typhoon remained silent, wondering how such a destructive force could have come about. The only comparison they could think of was the weapon of the Ancient Sorcerous Kingdom, which made them fear the Americans. They are grateful that although the two countries share similar technologies and weapons, the latter is good enough not to use such force on them. Their strength instead focused on Nosgorath's headquarters, which suffered such severe damage that there was almost no trace of the base left. The entire plain on which the barracks and other camps were built was completely destroyed; the bombing left only craters and ugly scars from what was once a beautiful natural environment. Even the nearby caves became severely damaged, with the entrance blocked by tons of debris.

"Well, it has to be done." General Hammond grinned in the place of destruction, satisfied with the work of his men.

——

Somewhere Near the Kingdom of Topa

After a few hours of crossing the mountains, Nosgorath's army emerged into the forests along the southern edge of the Grameus continent. With most of his army exhausted from the long journey, he allowed them to rest near the shoreline and spend their rations after setting up camp.

After a short break, he noticed something interesting: a smell he recognized. He smells human.

—

USS Gerald R's. Ford

Admiral Hawthorne yawns, almost asleep on the bridge. “You must have thought there would be a sea monster or something here, eh? Guess I can't complain that it's boring; it could be worse."

“Yes, Sir. I support a good fight, but I don't want to fight Godzilla. You are indeed right; it is strange that there are no kraken here.” Colonel Henson answered while sucking his cigar.

“Yes, isn't the Kraken part of the octopus family? So theoretically cold water should not be the reason... unless there are other types of predators around here?”

An officer looked up from his position, looking panicked. "Umm, Master!"

"What's up, Lieutenant?"

“Dr. Team Jackson called for immediate help! They saw a group of orcs along the coast and are currently retreating to their ship.”

A new voice appeared before Admiral Hawthorne could give the order. "Sir! One contact had just appeared above the forest; it was flying towards the scientists now! ETA: two minutes.”

"What the fuck…? Wait for target confirmation. Have Barry prepare his SAM. Launch the next available squadron and attach me to General Hammond. Looks like the Air Force missed a point.”

—

Nosgorath flew through the air, seeing his prey desperately running towards their boat. Amazing, he thought. Her mouth was watering thinking of a human for lunch; it had been almost a week since she had last run out of delicious inferior creatures. Hungry, he rushed to the white ship, preparing to launch a fireball at him.

I hope the food isn't too burnt out, he thought. Suddenly, his instincts asked him to put up a shield. Less than a second after he deployed the magical barrier, a missile struck him, producing ripples throughout the translucent yellow shield as it blinked. Nosgorath felt himself being pushed back and groaned as he tried to determine the source of the attack. It could not have been that white ship, because her eyes were always on him. The attack must have come from somewhere in the ocean, nowhere to be seen.

Then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw another arrow of light approaching him. Taking from the mana reserve, he flew back into the forest. He meandered through the trees at a speed unimaginable to a humanoid and narrowly avoided an explosive weapon when it hit a tree. Wood chips rained down on his magical barrier, creating a yellow light show.

Hoping that the humans could not track him through the forest, he rushed back to his tent to make their move.

—

“Pak, we still have keys. Should we get involved?

Hawthorne scratched his chin. “He takes us back to their camp..wait for that; once he stops, send coordinates to the entire fleet and we will start a saturated bombing with LAM. Prioritize the object we saw earlier; I'm pretty sure it's the Demon King.”

The Seventh Fleet coordinated with the new X-47C drones that traveled along the coastline, observing the extent of the Demon King's new headquarters. The UAV secretly analyzes the forest below after trailing a group of orcs that are transporting back fish bags. The new base was clearly built in haste, not intended for long-term use for more than a few days. Although the base had no protection, it had concealment. Destroying the enemy before they could sneak away into the forest was ideal, but Hawthorne did not give much thought to the situation. After all, the forest did not stretch forever; if the demons wanted to forage or attack the Topa Kingdom, they would have to go to the open ground, where they could be easily annihilated.

With a designated target and every missile assigned to the kill zone, the Seventh Fleet moved to eradicate the demons. Dozens of cruise missiles soared into the air, followed by dozens of other missiles, filling the sky with a glowing omen of doom. Like meteors, they fell from above and crashed into the forest below, producing a cloud of dust and debris so large that the Seventh Fleet could not even determine if their missiles hit their targets.

—

Nosgorath once again felt his instincts yell at him, warning him of danger. He activated a magical barrier for himself just as the arrow of light smashed into the group of goblins to his right. The explosion was followed by

dozens more, killed most of his troops. Seeing more light arrows in the distance, he made the split-second decision to use his magic jewel to create a shield above his troops. Analyzing the explosive magic power of humans, he hoped that the magic gem would last long enough.

Putting himself on the Scarlet Dragon, he placed his hand on the crystal chest and started chanting incantations. A beam of light shot upwards, then stretched downward, forming a dome over his army. “Ogre Red and Blue, have troops move closer. Here goes! We will attack their gates nonstop! If the lower forces stopped, they would die! As for us, we may not die right away, but it is our duty to ensure that as many troops survive for the attack as possible!

“Understood, Teacher. We will not disappoint you!” Ogre said simultaneously as they headed to gather troops along the outskirts and relay Nosgorath's orders.

The dome gradually shrank until the demon army basically touched the shoulder. Some lost people who were too tired to follow him found themselves outside the protective dome and instantly died at the hands of American cruise missiles. Some of the more intelligent orcs headed in the opposite direction, arguing the protective dome was the main target of humans. Their reasoning turned out to be correct, and they fled into the forest unscathed, except for a few who did not time the light arrow shot properly.

Nosgorath scoffs at the traitors, vowing to execute them once he wins - if he wins. The explosive magic shot that constantly hit his morale was louder than it did on the shield. Already, the two magical jewel chests are exhausted. With only four crates left, there was no way his entire army could make it to the gate, unless he sacrificed a portion of his army and made his dome smaller. Seeing the value of his mission and also seeing his goblins disposed of, he shrunk the dome, leaving hundreds of goblins at the mercy of the unrelenting meteor shower.

—

“How many missiles can that damn thing take? What are we fighting, aliens ?! ” Exclaimed Hawthorne was shocked when he saw the visual feed from the UAV. "All the ships available, move to fire."

The American ships, in an attempt to save their missiles, bombarded the shields with their cannons. Because many are familiar with science fiction, they can recognize that progress is indeed being made: the shield is flickering and becoming more transparent. However, with the shooting going on, Hawthorne speculated that there might not be enough ammunition to actually finish off the surviving demons.

Thankfully, the solution was handed to him on a silver platter. An officer came to the admiral, “Master, we have received word from General Hammond. B-52 they are rearmed and ready to deploy.”

"Do. Let's exterminate these demons for good.”

—

Nosgorath grimaced as the shield was peppered by American ships. There were only two chests left, but he could see the gate on top of the next hill. "Almost there!"

His troops issued a battle cry, their spirits encouraged by that simple expression. Passing through the storm, they managed to reach the open plains, with the Typhoon gate right in front of them. Nosgorath glanced at the magical gem chests: they were now completely reduced. Unwilling to hold him back with his own mana reserves, he let the structure disappear. Dozens of bullets hit his line, a signal for his troops to begin the assault. They charged forward with the goblins in the lead, but the goblins were immediately annihilated by more explosive light arrows. Nosgorath scoffed, "They have more ?!"

His mistrust and fear grew as a familiar voice pierced through his ears. “No...” He turned his gaze to the sky outside the gate, looking at the dark spots in the distance, slowly growing larger. "NO!" Thinking fast, he summoned the Dark Phoenix and directed it to intercept the bombers. He watched in horror as his summoned creature disappeared due to the freezing temperatures at higher altitudes. "NO!"

He tried to think of another plan, but it was too late. The bombers have reached their positions and a storm of dark objects has begun. The last thing Nosgorath saw was a bomb with a message written on it: "Torn and torn, until it's done."