Chapter 90: War. (1/2)
The pitter pattering of the rain resounded throughout the run-down cities in the USA, overlapping the sounds of explosions originating from all around.
Shortly after the explosions had come to a stop, the smoke from them began to fade.
Roan's figure could be seen laying on the ground, blood could be seen flowing down his military uniform as he was riddled with knives all over his body.
His pants grew weaker and his vision was blurrier than usual, he was on deaths doors.
But the smile remained on his face, for ahead of him. The red horned one, known as Reizar, could be seen standing with his entire right side of his body missing, above the torso missing.
It had gotten directly hit by the explosion and blown to pieces.
He too however, was also hit. Looking down, Roan could see that one of his legs was missing. He was already a goner. He had crystalised the wound to prevent blood from flowing out using his smoke's ability but it was only a matter of time before he met his end.
[Squadron 0, I repeat again, we haven't received any reports from you, do you copy?]
”Yeah... *Cough* We encountered some difficulties but I managed to-”
Roan's eyes widened, the following words slipped out of his tongue as he witnessed the nightmarish sight ahead of him.
Reizar's blood was slowly returning back to his body as it began to revert to it's previous state.
Roan was at a loss for words, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe his eyes.
His wounds were healing in a way he had never seen before. The life threatening wound which should have killed him without a moment's notice, was healing up.
Roan's mouth trembled, the cigar completely slipped out, falling onto the ground as he was suddenly impaled right in his heart by a blade which had extended out of Reizar's hand.
Roan's life flashed by his eyes once more, for a moment, just a moment he felt glad to finally be freed from this hell hole.
”Mon...Ster...”
Those were his last words, before life left his eyes.
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It was 8:00 AM, The sky and clouds were dark as the storm raged on.
Directly above one of the Labyrinth holes in New York above one of the fleets, a large blue cube could be seen.
Feeling a sense of danger, all those inside the city found themselves unable to take their eyes off of it as a loud voice was broadcasted from it.
Even through the rain, the voice could be heard loud and clearly as it said.
”Hyumans... Rather than yielding the labyrinths, you decided to fight back for them and have killed my people.
I've decided to acknowledge your inferior race... And therefore declare... This is war. All of you will die.”
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Alarms could be heard wailing from within countless refugees all around the city. The instant the cube had made the announcement, raids began happening from all over the city.
Unlike before where the horned ones were going off the labyrinths and simply destruction in the city's infrastructure, they were now personally going after hidden settlements.
The cries of people being murdered from left and right had returned after just barely having calmed down, this time seemingly louder than before.
The ability users and defences put up by the refugees struggled to handle even one noble.
This new wave of horned ones was on a completely different level than anything ever encountered by them.
These nobles weren't only using their abilities in ways they didn't know possible.
They were physical superior to the previous horned ones and every single one of them which had been encountered had abilities falling nothing short of level 5.
Monsters... They were monsters.
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*WHAM!*
The sound of a slam resounded across the empty room. The president could be seen with an infuriated look on his face.
”Those bastards... Are you telling me they didn't think of this as war before...?”