The American In Another World
Chapter 56: Calamique (3)
Vaizer, Calamique
Commander Metzil observed the scene outside the city walls. The magicians assigned in each box urged the hundreds of monsters under their command to move forward. As proof of their magic research, the monsters were obedient and moved in unison. His heart sank, wondering how Mauli managed to control such a ferocious beast. His mind wandered into thoughts about the demon alliance and dark magic as the enemy formation began to live on.
He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the difficult battle ahead. Suddenly, he was jolted from his meditative state by the rising commotion behind him. He turned around, ready to give them a motivational speech to quell their fears, but was then overwhelmed by shock as he looked at the trail of light above. "What's in heaven?" muttered.
His eyes followed their trajectory as they darted past the Waizer wall before curving downwards and crashing into the monster, producing a huge glowing explosion. The Earth is shaking as more of these meteors annihilate the Mauli forces. He braced himself onto the cold stone and regained his balance, raising his hand to his eyes to block the bright glint that was happening outside the wall.
A thunderous judgment befell the enemy, annihilating the witches who ruled and driving the beasts mad. The few remaining monsters were absorbed into the ranks of the surviving witches and ordered to storm the walls. His shock subsided, realizing that the battle was not over. "Prepare oil, arrows, and balistas!" He called out to his men, shouting over the distant sounds of the eruption.
He let the monsters approach the city walls, waiting until they were within the effective range of his weapon. "Fire!"
The bolts from the balista were launched onto the twelve-horned beast, more than half the shots were lost due to the crazy reflexes of the monsters. An oil bucket was dropped onto the monster below, followed by a fire arrow shot. The raging hell immediately swallowed the shrill savage beasts as they clawed into the stone wall, desperately trying to survive the unforgiving flames.
While the defenders slowly reduced the number of monsters below, another development caught Metzil's attention. About 5 miles into the distance, heading towards the direction of the Mauli camp, he saw dozens of fire birds flying in formation. "Dirt!" He turned to his men, especially the archers and the balista operators. "Prepare for anti-air!"
Before he could issue another command, a shrill whistle pierced through the air. Above the head, six metal birds floated past the city, matching the height of the firebird in front. The alien machines release a beam of light from their bellies and wing tips before veering upward and retreating back into the city. The streaks of light - a mini version of the huge explosive arrow that had wiped out most of the Mauli monsters - tracked the firebirds, heading towards them. With little time to react, a group of fire birds fell from the sky. Their tight formation resulted in many casualties per explosion, leaving fewer than 20 survivors.
Metzil felt his eyes watering as he looked at the fallen monsters. Relief overcame him as he thanked the gods that he no longer had to fight what could potentially be a devastating massacre. Is this the power of the American people? He started grinning at the thought, watching his men cheering.
He almost started cheering, but was stopped by an inhumane loud roar emanating from the forest to the left of the city. Emerging from the trees, a huge beast attacked the wall along with the 20 metal tools below. With wide eyes, he felt his heart sink once again. “D— Diobehemoth!?!”
His mind was racing; he did not know how to defeat this legendary monster. Some of the witches under his command could not even reduce the health of the monster, let alone defeat it.
In a rollercoaster of overwhelming emotions, her hopes soared when she saw a strange flying insect coming from behind. It's more than the American flying machine he informed before. Some of them landed in the open space within the city to release reinforcements while some remained in the air, moving to fight against the towering huge monsters that came from the forest. Just like the previous silvery-colored aircraft, this engine unleashed an explosive light arrow from the tip of its wing and other appendages mounted on the chassis.
A glint erupted in Diobehemoth's armored skin, carving a huge crack from his flesh. He staggered back, realizing that he was losing. The American flying machine allowed it to retreat into the forest, seemingly ignoring the huge beast and instead focusing their firepower onto the metal carriage below.
In a futile attempt at resistance, Mauli's vehicle spits a fireball into the flying machine, which is easily avoided. In retaliation, the Americans unleashed a series of smaller light arrows, easily penetrating enemy vehicles. Black smoke billowed from the remnants of smoke from Mauli's fire tank. The charred husks of what used to be people surround some ruins: a witch operator who failed to escape the Viper attack.
After obliterating all the fire tanks, the helicopter maintained a defensive position over the Waizer wall, occasionally making attacks on some pockets of monsters still trying to breach the wall. American Marines joined the action, climbing over walls with their equipment and shooting down with their deadly black batons, impressing most of the local defenders.
Metzil observes this new ally with great curiosity, finding himself almost excited when one of them approaches him. The tall Caucasian introduced himself as Captain Charles Harlow before continuing and asking questions about Diobehemoth.
“Name Diobehemoth,” clear Metzil. “It was a legendary monster that was over six stories tall and very intelligent. We always thought it would be sealed, but it doesn't seem so anymore. From what I remember from the old records, Diobehemoth had a skin that could deflect arrows and swords easily. I believe the heroes of the past were quite capable of weakening him - enough to escape back to his cave. Considering that it is now under the control of Mauli, I do not know if Diobehemoth has retreated to his domain once again.
Captain Harlow wrote on a small notepad, nodding as Metzil spoke. “So, are there any particular weaknesses? Are there any special abilities that the monster possesses aside from intelligence? ”
Metzil shook his head. “He is very dependent on his limbs and can grip things like apes. I'd suggest disabling his limbs before committing a deadly attack, unless you can defeat the beast in one strike. Special ability? It has a significant collection of mana, but we don't know for what it uses this mana. I'm sure most of this mana is used for healing magic.”
"alright. Thanks for the information, Commander.” The American then grabbed a strange box-shaped device and spoke into it, relaying data about Diobehemoth.
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USS America
"Yes, Lieutenant Baker?" Harlow pointed at him.
"Master, direct attack to the cave?"
Harlow nodded reluctantly. "That's right. I know this is not ideal, and some of you,” he said, pointing to the whole room, “most likely wondering why we do not do air strikes only.”
Mumbles of approval swept the room.
Understanding the concerns of his men, he resonated with them. "really. If it was up to me, I'd let the Navy handle it. Unfortunately, the force that was interested in something inside the cave — something that emits a signal. They wanted the device intact, and assigned us to take it back. We have seen the trail of bonfires in this area, so first we will do a sweep for Mauli and her troops. If we find Mauli, we can use her to get this Diobehemoth out. Otherwise, we will use the tactics outlined in the leaflets and bring the monster to the killing zone outside the cave, where we will have explosives and helicopter support. We'll leave at one thousand six hundred. Question?”
No one responded.
Harlow started cleaning his projection equipment. "alright. Go to the armory and get your new gear ready. We have a new vest set with rejuvenation cartridge, belonging to DARPA. There is nothing as luxurious as an exosuit, but it will help you not to get tired.
Hearing this, Baker became somewhat excited. As he and his fellow marines make their way to the armory, they chat wildly about the potential of new magical equipment. They are already familiar with Baker's magic shell and wonder when they can enjoy a new toy. The Marines enter the armory like schoolboys on a field trip, immediately heading for new equipment. A quartermaster helped them put on a new vest, offering a demonstration.
“These vests have small plates woven into cloth, which are run with magic gems. The Plates have runes etched on their surface and constantly replenish your stamina until they run out, which depends on how much energy your body uses. In general, they have an average lifespan of about thirty minutes and can be activated by hitting your chest. Try them!” He said, hand over the vest. "I've got some treadmills where you can test your new endurance."
Baker received a vest and put it on, feeling a refreshing coolness sweep over his body as the magic of the vest ran through him. He jumped on the treadmill and started jogging, humming in shock at the incredible effectiveness of the ingenious tool. After a few minutes of running, he did not feel any changes to his body; it was as if he had just woken up refreshed. He got off the machine, returned the vest to the quartermaster for replacement.
“Remember, this device will not protect you from injury, so do not try to make movements that you normally would not do. This is only for stamina and endurance during a long firefight.”
Baker pondered the mission to come. The more he thought about the device, the more he realized how useful it would be if he had to escape from monsters.
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"Fuck up!" Baker hit his chest, activating the vest's magic as he rolled to avoid rocks falling from the cave's ceiling. "Come on, let's go!" He called out, taking out a thin metallic box from the floor.
His men followed in his footsteps, hitting their chests and running away from the collapsed cave system. Gunfire echoed throughout the cave as marines shot blindly behind them, trying to slow down the huge beast. Unleashed from the control of the Mauli witches, who were now lying dead deeper inside the cave, Diobehemoth unleashed his uncontrollable rage onto the humans below, not seeing the difference between them and the previous owner. The minutes turned to hours as the marines desperately dodged Diobehemoth's attack, along with falling debris. Fortunately, Diobehemoth also seems to know the risk of attacking marines wildly; he does not want to cause the cave to collapse completely and bury everyone — including himself — in it.
The monster's fear of collapse prevented it from moving optimally, forcing it to slow down or hold back. This provided valuable time for Baker and his men, who were relieved to see sunlight shining through the cave pit in the distance.
"A little more!" The baker announced.
The closer they got to the exit, the more the mountain shook. The cave entrance deteriorated, piling up debris as the increasingly enraged Diobehemoth began to increase its attack power. The Marines stopped their fire, choosing to focus their attention to avoid falling danger. The heart palpitates as sunlight shines on the skin of their sooty, sweaty faces. Running as fast as they could, they jumped away from the mouth of the huge cave, rolling on the wet grass outside.
Upon seeing that everyone had managed to escape from the cave, Baker gave everything clearly on the network. "Involve! Everybody get out! Involve!"
The enraged Diobehemoth gushed out of the cave, sending rocks flying in all directions as it angrily swept the debris aside. It let out a terrifying roar before it was silenced just like that by a hail of explosives from the fire department team and the Viper that was wandering overhead. Missiles and rockets hit Diobehemoth, causing it to stagger backward into the cave. Each explosion tore pieces of flesh from his body, tearing apart his limbs, which then barely held the torso with thin muscles and bones. The creature's face was broken to unrecognizable proportions as blood and blood condensed, along with blackened and charred flesh flew from its head.
The continued destruction, along with the C4 explosion, triggered an avalanche of rocks that completely shook the already precarious mountain slopes. Berton-ton debris crashed into the weakened Diobehemoth, sealing its fate. With a huge cloud of dust, the avalanche of rocks stopped, as did American gunfire.
Baker gasped for breath, looking at the little box he and his men were risking for. "Damn it, now it's a story to tell."