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章節 587: War Machine

Four more cockatrice appeared bobbing their heads like terran chickens as they walked out of the mist. The lead cockatrice had a spiny comb on its head, indicating that it was a male and the alpha of this pack of cockatrice. Their appearance stunned the UN troops and Mills whispered to the Major, "Sir, I think we should fall back into the building..."

"The doors and walls won't be able to hold them off for long!" Major Stephan whispered back. "But, good call!"

"All units..." Major Stephan hissed in a low voice. "Ready your grenades and flashbangs!"

"On my command... we throw everything at them and fall back into the building!" Major Stephan's orders were passed down rapidly down the line and the troops readied themselves.

The Isles' guardsmen edged back nervous as the cockatrices cocked their heads at the body of one of their own lying unmoving on the stone floor. The male alpha let out an angry screech as it smelt the scent of blood in the air. It started making aggressive chucking sounds as it stepped up the stone steps to investigate its brood.

"NOW!" Major Stephan yelled and every soldier with either a grenade or flashbang pulled off the pin in the explosive devices and lobbed that at the four creatures. Once the devices left their hands, everyone turned and made a mad dash towards the ornate double doors of House of Law.

Behind them, the frag grenades and flashbangs rippled exploded with a roll of thunderous cracks and booms. The cockatrices had looked down with curiosity at the strange dark objects when they blew up in their faces and the results were devastating for the cockatrices.

Shards of shrapnel designed to kill or wound the enemy flayed the faces of the cockatrices and if that was not deadly enough, over a dozen flash bangs had blown up in their faces too. One of the female cockatrices too close to a couple of grenades had its face shredded and it screamed in pain and shock as both its eyes popped and even its tongue was blown into bloody ribbons.

It rolled on the floor, blinded, deaf, confused and in agony as it could not understand what caused its pain and suffering. Another cockatrice had half its face blown away and the remaining cockatrice suffered lesser wounds. The brood of cockatrices started screeching and screaming as they rampage around the entrance, smashing up the stone steps and even breaking the remaining pillars.

The troops retreated inside the House of Law quickly moved any furniture from the side offices and waiting areas to barricade the main doors. Mills stood on the second floor and looked out the arrow slit like windows at the crazed creatures outside. "How the hell did they get these creatures in?"

"They must have smuggled them in somehow..." Major Stephan guessed. "There are particularly not enough ships to patrol the water of the Isles now with the loss of all five fleets..."

"And our ships are busy fleeting Army units from the mainland to here and back," Major Stephan continued.

"And all our remaining combat ships are at the Eastern Islands dealing with the second Cartel fleet..." Mills added. "But still... Five fucking giant chickens!"

"Chickens?" Major Stephan was not that familiar with the animal as there were no chickens in this world. What he knew of chickens came from the movies and dramas. "You breed such monsters for food in your world?"

"Hell no!" Mills shook his head and gestured to a nearby Oerkin Marine and explained, "Chickens are just like the size of Private Fingers's boots."

"Oh," Major Stephan eyed the large boots of the Oerkin Marine and shook his head. "We need to barricade ourselves in. Those things can easily break through the doors..."

"Any chance of dispelling the mist or something?" Mills asked as he gestured outside. "It is giving us a tactical disadvantage here."

"No, sir!" A stocky soldier in Army fatigues and wearing two silver bars on his shoulders replied. "Only way that mist is going away is by taking out the spell caster or the caster cancels the spell."

The Army magetech gave a shrug and said, "It's gonna be very hard to find where he or she is hiding out there."

"But the spell caster will be required to remain roughly fifty meters of the mist to maintain the spell..." The Army magetech gestured out to the mist. "If I had to guess where the caster is hiding, it would most likely be in one of the buildings opposite the plaza."

"Great..." Mills sighed as he said. "We just have to somehow kill those four outside... navigate our way through a magic mist with god knows what other surprises are hidden and find the enemy spellcaster from the row of buildings!"

"Did I miss anything else?" Mills asked in a sarcastic tone.

"You got it all right," Major Stephan grinned as he clapped Mills's shoulder before his expression sobered up. "Better tell your boys to make ready... Those damn cockatrices seemed to have found us!"

The wounded cockatrices had finally calmed down enough to direct their pain and angry towards the nearest suspect source which was the sweat and blood scent from the UN troops barricaded behind the doors. A half blinded cockatrice rushed across the broken stone steps and rammed against the wooden doors with any care for its wounds, its impact cracking the wood.

The sharpshooters manning the arrow slit like windows fired at the crazed cockatrice that was tearing its way through the splintered wooden doors. The noise quickly attracted the rest of the cockatrices including the blinded female. All four cockatrice threw themselves against the doors and walls in a mad rush to vent their pain on the tiny creatures.

"Fuck!" Mills stood at the rear of the guardsmen shield line and cursed when he saw a bloodied chicken head popping through the tall double doors. He mumbled to himself as he checked his rifle, "Note to self... Never design and build doors that are large enough for a monster to fit through!"

"Aim... FIRE!" Major Stephan's parade square worthy voice cut through the din and a thunderous volley of gunfire that was greatly magnified by the cathedral like structure answered him. The monstrous chicken head disappeared from the broken door as hundreds of bullets peppered it, its fate unknown.

Suddenly the door splintered apart and the few flimsy furniture used to barricade the doors was knocked away as two cockatrices tumbled in, spilling blood all over the floor. They barely shook themselves up to their feet before dying under the endless onslaught of two companies of Marines and soldiers.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Major Stephan yelled while waving his hand. "Watch your ammo!'

The shots died down and the two bullet holes ridden cockatrices remained on the ground twitching in their death spasms. The troops cheered as they saw both creatures dead and their morale rose. Just as they were celebrating the kills, another cockatrice burst through the door and those closest to the creature dove for cover as it smashed through the pillars of the courthouse.

The alpha cockatrice did not only stop in the open, it cunning used the pillars as cover, darting from one pillar to another as it dodged the gunfire thrown its way. The flanked troops scampered back as it came pecking at them, like a chicken pecking seeds from the ground.

The narrow indoors hampered the giant cockatrice's movement but also boxed the UN troops in. The alpha cockatrice registering the tight confines it was in, did what its instincts told it and that was to move upwards. It smashed its body through the wooden floor of the second storey and the UN troops on that level retreated in panic.

The cockatrice fell down back to the ground floor as it was unable to make its way through the second storey due to its size. It swiped its scale covered tail like whip and its tail smashed apart a stone pillar causing a section of the second storey to collapse down on the nearby troops causing confusion and panic.

Mills was knocked off his feet by the sudden collapse of part of the building. A wooden beam had landed on him, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he laid half buried under the rubble, the mangled head of the alpha cockatrice suddenly appeared before his eyes. The cruel beck dripping blood looming up over him and Mills cursed.

He tried to reach for his sidearm but was unable to due to the wooden beam trapping his right side. He stared at the massive beck rising up and he turned away with his eyes squeezed tight unable to stare at death when there was a loud continuous roar of a machine gun.

Mills opened one eye warily and saw the cockatrice had disappeared from his view. Hands suddenly appeared and helped move the heavy beam away from his body and he was dragged to safety. "Sir, are you ok?"

"What happened?" Mills asked as a medic fussed over him. "I thought I was a goner!"

"PAC man saved your ass, Sir!" A Marine crouching next to him replied with a grin. "He tore that thing like paper!"

"What?" Mills pushed himself over to see and just in time he caught the hulking box shape of a Powered Armour Cybernetics giving the cockatrice and right hook against its face.

The alpha cockatrice smashed back against the side of the House of Law with a mighty tumble. The building shook from the impact and before the cockatrice could rise, Dijon rammed the muzzle of his integrated machine gun in his right arm into the screeching beck of the cockatrice. The alpha cockatrice automatic clamped down with its beck, trying to bite Dijon's mechanical arm away.

The 6.5 mm machine gun rattled and the throat of the alpha cockatrice bulged out, the thickness of the hide of the cockatrice was able to resist the armour piercing 6.5 mm rounds but its soft insides were unable to. Dijon's claw hands squeezed tight and with a wet tearing pop, he ripped the tongue of the cockatrice out in a shower of blood and gore.

The dead alpha cockatrice flopped down with a wet smack and bled out all over the place. Dijon turned around and the blood of the cockatrice seemed to blend in with his crimson red hull. Dijon's body tracked left and right like a gun turret as he took in the surroundings before asking in a monotonous voice, "Am... I late?"

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The mopping up of the courthouse did not take long. With the support of Dijon, Marines and Army soldiers advance through the mist. The Army's magetechs detected a large magic signature emitting out from one of the buildings before the plaza. Dijon lumbered forward and his shoulder mounted 88 mm revolver cannon roared.

The building's facade exploded and the second 88 mm shell further blew another massive chunk of the building out. The magetech gave a thumbs up when the magic signature was suddenly cut off from his detect magic spell and the mist started fading away. With the mist disappearing, five large animal drawn wagons were exposed on one side of the street.

A group of masked men were milling around the wagons and when they noticed the mist disappearing and the appearance of the UN troops. They scattered and ran off while the UN troops open fire at them.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Major Stephan roared at the troops. "Do not pursuit!"

"Clear these buildings!" He ordered the troops. "The rest hold this position!"

"Thank you for your help," Major Stephan addressed the war machine standing like a statue at the street. "You help saved a lot of lives."

"There is... no... need for... any gratitude..." Dijon mumbled softly in his electronic voice. "I live... to bring... death to my enemies..."


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章節 588: Working Hard

It was pitch black in the streets after an uneasy peace that had settled over the First City of the Fleet after a chaotic day of rioting. The streets were sewn with litter and even a couple of naked bodies that had turned blue in the cold. None of the city workers dared to come out and light the glow lamps and even the rows of buildings along the streets did not even leak a sliver of light as they were all closed and shuttered up as the frightened inhabitants shut themselves in and hopefully the trouble out.

"Go!" The darkness seemed to come alive as figures flowed out from the street alley. Hitsu taking point crossed the street swiftly, his soft soles of his boots made no noise against the cobblestones of the street. He reached the other side of the street and he scanned his surroundings, his view under the night vision goggles turning his surroundings in a white green hue.

"Clear!" He mumbled into his throat mike and took up a holding position while the rest of the Claymore One of the 101st Arcane Tactics and Intervention team crossed the street silently.

"Claymore Two, this is Claymore One, what's your status?" Tyrier asked softly as his team had formed up next to the wall of the target building.

"Claymore Two, coming up on the rear," The comms replied after a short pause. "In position. Over."

"Claymore One, standby to breach!" Tyrier informed the other squad leader at the rear. He switched channels and ordered, "Form up and breach!"

The silent figures of Claymore One detached themselves from the shadows and stacked up next to the front door of the wood and stone building. Wolf quickly determined the hinges of the wooden door and slapped an explosive charge on them. He leaned back and raised his trigger hand up and waited for the order to come down.

"Claymore One, Claymore Two," The comms spoked. "Ready to breach to your command!"

"Claymore One, breach in three... two... one... now!" Tyrier counted down the timing and the silence of the night was shattered by a series of loud claps that echoed down the street and waking up the fretful people of the city.

The area around the hinges and the lock disintegrated into atoms as the charges blew, leaving the door dangling in its frame unsteadily. Wolf pulled the broken door out and the team charged in, their weapons up and scanning for threats in their area. "Clear!"

"Moving up!" Once the ground floor was cleared the two special forces team advanced up to the second floor. As they went up, a side door on the second floor opened and a confused middle aged male stepped out, only to be tasered on the spot without any warning. The tasered elf spasmed on the floor and was swiftly restrained and a gag forced into his mouth to prevent him from casting verbal spells or biting his tongue before a hood was slipped over his head.

Doors were kicked down and every inhabitant was restrained, gagged and hooded before they were led downstairs where a waiting truck had driven up to collect the prisoners. Following that, a team of Intelligence agents came over and canvased the entire building for intel and other useful things.

Throughout the night, similar raids were being conducted through the city and further creating fear and panic. Before long, the locals referred to the incident as the Night of the Restless.

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United Nations, Have, Fortress Singapore

"Sixteen dead in total, with another forty two in critical condition," The cold tone of Lieutenant Tavor was the only sound in the room. "And seventy eight more with various degrees of injuries."

"Three hundred and ninety one rioters were arrested," Lt Tavor continued. "Fourteen suspected instigators of the riots and unrests were separately arrested by raids conducted by the 101st ATI."

"We suspect that these riots were conducted with the intent to distract and split our forces in the First City," Lt Tavor said as he showed a few images on the screen. "At fourteen hundred hours, a substantial mob advanced along the eastern city highway towards the location of the House of Law."

"This is the courthouse where a closed hearing involving the two former Fleet Masters of the Isles were being conducted that day," Lt Tavor switched the images, showing a top down photograph with coloured arrows indicating the direction of the mob. "The mob clashed with elements of Marines, Army and local guardsmen resulting in several civilian casualties."

"During the clash, a group of masked individuals lobbed firebombs at our forces, causing casualties and they attempted to force their way through the roadblocks," Lt Tavor once again switched the images on the screen, showing the aftermath of the action. "Our troops fell back to the perimeter of the House of Law and held it while enduring an attack which the unknown entity employed several magical creatures which was ultimately defeated with the timely arrival of Dijon."

"After which they counter assaulted through the mist and took out the spell caster which was the origin of the mist and dissipated it," Lt Tavor switched the image of a blown out building's facade before switching the image to a row of wagons. "They found five wagons that carried in the creatures that laid siege to the House of Law. My people are still working on it to find out who it belongs to."

"But all evidence shows that the masked assailants were there for Akron and Tediore," said Lt Tavor. "We had dispatched additional forces to watch over them and yesterday's night raids were to capture the instigators and ringleaders involved with the city's unrest."

"Further information will be updated and provided once our investigation has been completed," Lt Tavor finished.

Blake nodded absently as he was more engrossed with the stacks of maps on his table. He had been pouring through the maps and background information gathered by Intel on the Old World for weeks. "Hand over all the information to Commander Ford. He will be the one to handle it."

"Yes, Sir," Lt Tavor said with a hint of reluctance.

Blake paused at his work and looked up to Lt Tavor with a pair of tired eyes and said, "He is still your superior officer and the XO of this ship!"

"You will listen and advise him as you did to me!" Blake snapped. "Understood?"

"Yes, Sir!" Lt Tavor snapped to attention as he replied smartly.

"Good," Blake satisfied with Lt Tavor's reply, waved him away. "Go dig out all those loyalists of Megan's faction."

Lt Tavor gave a wordless salute before he exited Blake's office. Blake watched Lt Tavor's disappearing back and let out a sigh before he returned to the maps and documents on his desk. He had been familiarizing himself with what information they had of the Old World, from each nation's culture, technology, strengths, weaknesses, to politics.

Next on his mind was which location to establish a beachhead on the coast of the Old World. He toyed around with several ideas and ultimately chosen a landing point that was within the influence of the Cartel. There were several factors for his decision, some of which was the obscured location, the availability of resources, a deepwater shelter for the UNS Vengeance, and also the distance between the New World and the Old World.

He needed their presence to be hidden as much as possible until their base was firmly established before the UNS Vengeance sails away either to the Protectorate or back to the New World. Because of these factors, he had to review all the recommended landing locations that the Intel team had provided which included thousands of possible points as the continent of the Old World was so massive.

He dropped back on his chair sweating as a painful muscle spasm tore through his body. He took a bottle of pills from his drawer with some difficulty and popped one of the pills prescribed by Dr. Sharon to help him with his withdrawal symptoms. He forced back the pain and the urge to dose on Happy until the meds kicked in, which was barely enough to dull the withdrawal symptoms.

In the end, after what seemed to be an eternity, he poured himself a glass of cold water and drank it. Pale faced and his whole uniform was soaked with sweat, Blake entered the attached shower in his office and took a cold bath, letting the cold water shock his system. Once he changed back to a set of clean clothes, he returned to his desk and started pouring over the data again.

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United Nations, Hope, Hope Naval Base, UNS Vengeance

Chief Matt bent over the exposed internals of the engine and checked the insides with a flashlight. Once he was satisfied with his inspection, he scribbled onto a notepad and handed it back to a grinning goblin wearing an oil stained work overalls. "Good work!"

"Thankee Chief!" The goblin gave a high pitched squeal and saluted before he scampered off. Chief Engineer Matt shook his head and headed to the next section of the Vengeance to continue his inspection tour. The UNS Vengeance would depart in the next few days once every inspection in all departments had been completed and signed off.

He returned the salutes of the crew who gave way to him along the narrow passageway as he went deeper into the ship. Stacks of crates filled with supplies or spares lined the passageways and even every nook and cranny making the already narrow passageways even narrower.

He crossed into the Alpha carrier deck and paused for a moment as he spotted a group of navy cadets doing callisthenics in the only available space between the parked and tied down aircraft. The drill instructor was standing on a ladder and staring at the cadets. The most eye catching cadet among the group was a tiny figure similar to the size of an adult goblin.

"Why I be damned," Chief Matt mumbled to himself as he watched the girl who was supposed to be a god, willing to be subjected to military discipline and training. "Never thought I see such a thing in my life! Ha!"

He shook his head before he headed off to inspect and certify the carrier decks' equipment and aircraft, leaving behind the sweating cadets in their workout.

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Commander Ford was busy as document after document requiring his attention kept flooding into him. His office door was never closed as he gave up having to tell his secretary to let people in. Issues throughout the UN flooded him, the New Kingdom of Mecca needed more funds to combat the floods and requests for more food aid. Immigration policies from City Hall, military funding, insurgents from the Old World, expansion of resources, and even the unfolding situation within the Isles all took up his attention ever since Blake handed everything over to him.

After all that, he still has to oversee the affairs of the Navy, including the UNS Vengeance and even after that, he has to attend meetings with the regional leaders and city administrators to discuss and set their government policies.

Now, he reviewing the plans of a supergiant delta wing proposed by the UN Air Force's R & D department. The concept was to use aetherium to create a hybrid hi altitude long range multi role flyer that could carry everything from troops, aircraft, tanks to cargo. The Air Force was feeling salty as Project Icarus, the designed airship was deemed to be a ship and fell under the Navy.

Hence they came up with their own aetherium hybrid designs which approval of the project now rested solely on Commander Ford's shoulders who was also the Chief of Naval Operations. He broke into a rare smile and shook his head, wondering were those Air Force pukes tearing their hair off if they knew beforehand that he would be in charge of approving their project.

His smile slowly faded as he signed his approval on the project and whispered to himself, "Well as long as it can provide support to the Captain and the rest in the Old World... Anything is fine!"


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