Kismet’s Tale

      The creatures that appeared immediately fired on troops. The beyond-boiling liquid they fired threatened their lives so they had to take cover,  and returned fire.

The airships that were taking advantage of their air superiority ascended six hundred feet off the ground and instead dropped bombs from the altitude.

They were running out of ammunition and the supply depot was on Karbid, just a few minutes away from Alarava, the Capital City would take time for them arrive, and load the ammunition inside the cargo bays.

“Airship units, please refuel within shifts, keep up the bombardment, focused on the anti-air creatures.”

The voice sounded on every helm of the airships.

“Flyers, please direct your bombs on the bigger targets, don’t bother with them. The rest of the units are to focus on eliminating the creatures that could target them.”

The voice that was speaking out was different from the usual. The young master had directed the first phase of this flood of demifiends. So it wasn’t unusual for him to rest.

The enemy was pouring out creatures that could shoot projectiles.

Before long it became a battle where each side was firing their projectiles. The artillery didn’t stop firing ever since the battle had started.

Everyone was half-deaf because the artillery.

The stench of the creature, the gunpowder, the burning carcasses, all of it made the lives of the soldiers feel like living hell.

Some of them wanted to run. But thinking about the people behind the defense line, and the others who will get involved. They didn’t dare to run away.

They were assaulted in waves by the creatures. The Regiment from Jarvisanie, located in the North-eastern side was disconnected by the enemy’s barrage. They were ordered to retreat their defense lines, while the Haurala’s Second and Third regiment reinforced them with three-thousand strong soldiers backing their defense line. Most of the runners and giant-sized monsters were easy to pick on with their artillery. Not to mention that the bold Vulcan-units from Jarvasanie were able to assault the areas while keeping the creatures.

The liquid-shooting creatures didn’t appear, but there were far more strange creatures that appeared again.

This time, it was eight meter giants walking on two legs that were covered in gnarly pus and scale.

The Vulcan-units were ordered not to engage them in close combat, and kept attacking them from a dsitance.

It was endless! The soldier who saw the opening in the sky felt his arms numb at the constant shooting.

The recoil was one thing, but stench, the panic, and constant gunfire had made them unable to properly maintain the defense line.

Constant artillery made things better for their situation. But the landscape, the once-empty steppe, had become a place of death. Even the well-thought, well-defended, and heavily-armed regiments that were keeping the monsters at bay simply couldn’t resist the wave after wave of monsters that even they would have quivered, if it was a different region, if it was in the Empire, would they have the guts to take on these creatures?

The people of Lazon were used to the demifiends who towered over them and had a custom of fighting them. To them as long as they have weapons they could fight. But what about the Empire? The rest of the nations in the continent? They would simply panic, chaos would spread, and eventually they would have to slowly exterminate the creatures, but by that time there would be casualties, the demifiends would have dug underground, and found a way to reproduce.

And right now the Empire couldn’t possibly deploy enough soldiers to combat a threat this hastily.

The soldiers of Lazon had always wondered why the army was active. They were also worried and wondering why in god’s name they were preparing so much.

But now there was no doubt about it. The young master had somewhat known this was coming and had prepared for this living hell.

Just like how he was ready for the seven-year war.

They couldn’t help praising their young master, but at the same time feared what would have happened if they weren’t prepared? If they couldn’t contain the monsters here then Lazon would be covered by this infestation of monsters. Thankfully, they were able to contain them in the Alzed area through the defense line. Those who have escaped the defense lines are being hunted down by the Royk Regiment, killing them.

The artillery fire and Vaaksi also lessened the burden of the creatures. But the creatures that they were fighting were dangerous, too dangerous,  that there were starting to have casualties even in the northern defense line.

An hour had passed.

The gunfire did not end.

The artillery kept on rumbling the earth. The southern regiments south of Alzed had retreated to the twin rivers, making use of the river crossing to keep them at bay.

The Vulcan-units that had been on-standby began to move. They mowed through the monsters, crushing them, and shredding them while forming a column.

It was a sight that he probably wouldn’t forget for the rest of his life.

Iron giants battling monsters in the night. Soldiers using their bayonets, shovels, and axes to kill loose demifiends who were able to pound.

Before long the opening revealed a flock of flying demifiends. Before long the sky was lit up, and the resting emplacement composed of a group of anti-air guns tore thoroughly the flying creatures, pulling them out of the sky.

Some of the airships weren’t able to properly fight back and fell, landing on the base of the half-mountain where they detonated tons of explosive, bringing forth another massive explosion that tore the corpses littering the base of the mountain.

The southern defense line by the time another had passed started to fall. From the reports that were heard on the communication officers, the Vulcan-units were fighting in close combat engagements against the Exiled One's flock

Because of the fall of the southern line there was a spill on the defense line,  thankfully, there was a recon unit that managed to report where the hordes of monsters were and had sent those exoskeleton units to go after the enemies that had spilled.

The northern lines were able to somewhat keep them from moving to the direction of the Capital City. The tanks that were on vantage positions were keeping the giant-sized creatures occupied, while the Vulcan-unit were dragging containers of ammunition, supplying the soldiers while they moved on cover the supply units.

The auxiliary had started to armed themselves and was ordered to assist the soldiers in the northeastern flank and deliver ammunition as well.

The soldiers of Lazon were strong, well-trained, and because of the landscape of the Lazon, they were somewhat fit. But even they couldn’t keep up hours of uninterrupted gunfire and artillery. Some of them were starting to go deaf, while the ones felt their arms go numb were pounced, and were easily torn to shreds.

They were holding on because of their military discipline. But even that wasn’t enough to supplement the slowly breaking of their morale.

Even the defensive lines, despite being well-prepared, couldn’t keep a perfect defense. Most of the casualties were coming from the south, and the cause were liquid-firing creatures that needed to take precautions when fighting.

It was only then that a Sahus regiment made out of one thousand soldiers had launched a counterattack on the southeast side of the area.

It was then that they noticed a change in the opening in the sky.

The creatures that poured out from that opening began to dwindle.

They thought the end was coming, and in a way they were right.

A humanoid being that was about ten-foot tall clad in this estranged armor appeared in the opening.

The creature was floating and there was a burning red halo around the head of the being.

They couldn’t even register what was happening before a plane installed with a bomb collided with the creature.

The tons of explosive made a heinous noise ripped through the air.

And as the smoke cleared.

The humanoid being that appeared was unharmed.

And what followed was simply hell as the creature traveled its gaze around the half-mountain.

The halo that was on the being simply tore through the defense line.

Despair overcame them instantly.

This was their true enemy.

Their natural instincts made them want to prostrate and beg for mercy.

But as they cower in their despair.

A voice rang out, seemingly clear and determined.

There was not a single fear in this voice.

And it was invigorating for the soldiers who had felt this overwhelming sense of despair.

“Keep them off me, brothers. I’ll deal with the Exiled One. Normal weaponry won’t do, so let me take this abomination on and destroy it.”

One of the airships appeared from the dark clouds above the half-mountain and there they saw a figure clad in black-iron power frame suit similar to the Vulcan-unit landed in front of this mighty being.

While the soldiers shivered upon the appearance of the mighty being who had finished off many of them in one single wide attack that destroyed most of their hastily made defense line.

Mavin Tomas, the young master of the Tomas Family, landed in front of this almighty being, raised his black-iron flame-bladed, two-handed sword, and pointed it at the mighty being, unafraid, and determined to challenge it.