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American Isekai - Chapter 225
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 13:00:13 +0000 UTCVetsmon watched as John blurred from his gaze. It was only through his equipment that he could track his fading figure as he ran away. Yet, not even the equipment could completely resolve him. Something about John’s Aura was able to scramble the device’s sensors.
“Your friend has some fucking balls, Vetsmon. I’ve never seen a summoner wipe out an entire force by himself and then declare war on the Kings.”
“Honestly, anything less would surprise me.”
Vetsmon smirked in response, his helmet hiding his expression.
He glanced to the side, looking at the person who was supposed to be recording everything. Collecting intelligence on John Cooper had become one of their primary objectives ever since his series of accomplishments and inventions that rendered him one of the most famous and valuable people in the Kingdom.
The only thing that came second to documenting his whereabouts was protecting him. It had to be done from the shadows but they were more than ready to step out, which they had almost done five separate times during this battle.
Vetsmon tensed when his squad leader rose from his kneeling position.
“He knows how to thread a fine fucking needle too. Was he always so reckless with his life?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Great. Things are only going to get worse and he’s already dancing with death. Let’s move. Kill all except the Brigadier-class. If he wants to deliver a declaration of war, we will allow him to.”
The squad leader shot forward, the atmosphere screaming as he streaked through it to arrive among three of the Authority 9 Royals. With but a slash, all three were decapitated.
Vetsmon jumped in like the rest, all of them taking their own targets and slaughtering them ruthlessly.
Within seconds every Royal was dispatched. The Brigaider-class looked back at them, terrified in the presence of the squad leader.
Vetsmon didn’t blame it. He was scared of the man too.
They stared each other down for several seconds, the Royal not daring to twitch a muscle, before the squad leader jumped back out. The rest followed, all of them returning to hiding and making haste back to where John was going to meet with his forces.
Vetsmon asked, “Sir, I’m not sure why we’re allowing John’s words to be delivered to the Scourge. It’ll make things dangerous for an already vulnerable summoner.”
“You obviously don’t know why your friend would goad the Scourge like that, if you’re asking me that question.”
“No, sir.”
Vetsmon admitted it easily. He asked the question in the first place because he wanted to know why.
Why would a summoner, one so famous, paint a target on his back? He was already in enough trouble as it was. Even though it was John, Vetsmon couldn’t grasp why a declaration like that was necessary.
The squad leader glanced back with a smirk.
“John Cooper is giving himself as bait. Now think about what he was trying to accomplish several months ago, and how difficult it has become in the past couple months.”
“...Traitors?”
“Good. Looks like your brain isn’t just for show.”
Vetsmon’s face fell flat, the squad leader chuckling.
“With the war raging, traitors are becoming more difficult to weed out, if it’s not already impossible. Procedure is falling apart on the platoon level, tasks are redelegated as priorities shift, and everyone is concentrating on the immediate problem in front of them. This allows the traitors to hide in the chaos, and John Cooper wants to bait them out so he can get his hands on them. It’s dangerous only if he’s too stupid to protect himself in advance. I’m willing to be he isn’t.”
“Taking more risks. Sounds like him.”
Vetsmon sighed. He knew that being exceptional was something to strive for, but he got worried when John went and did things like this.
He knew intelligence could be just as potent of a weapon as the edge of a sword. Battles could be won even before they were fought should the generals behind them be smart enough.
But he knew things about the Scourge that John didn’t, and this seemed more reckless than he thought was appropriate.
The squad leader shook his head.
“Your friend isn’t perfect, Vetsmon. He may be smart enough to use the chaos but don’t misunderstand. He’s panicking, probably desperate.”
“That doesn’t seem like him.”
“Come on, use that brain. He’s doing his best to find traitors when nobody else will, he just invented one of the greatest technologies history has ever seen, the 3rd Claw got to him and made him throw away every ounce of independence he had, and now the western front is collapsing all around him as he desperately tries to prevent it with brand new weapons that can’t seem to be fielded fast enough to make a difference.”
“Well…”
Vetsmon scratched his helmet. When it was put like that, it was almost obvious how John would be feeling.
Instead of hiding away though, it seemed he was doubling down. He had confidence in his skills, which was good, except for the fact that the more risk he took on, the greater the downfall would be should it all go wrong.
But, that was why they were there, wasn’t it? They would make sure that no matter what happened, such a valuable man wouldn’t be wasted on people who couldn’t appreciate it.
They ran for a time across the endless biomat, arriving just outside the battle between the Snow Doves and the remaining Scourge forces.
The Brigadier Nonnen seemed to be finishing off his foe, the rest of the monsters dwindling in number. When John returned, he started slaughtering the remaining force just as he did the previous one.
The battle was over before long. It seemed the battalion the Snow Doves were saving had taken heavier losses, and there were fewer Snow Doves standing than before. Not many, but it was clear the Snow Doves had been whittled down a bit.
“Looks like we’re not needed. Let’s regroup with the others. We’ll establish our next targets then.”
They took off with that command, Vetsmon giving one last glance at John.
For a moment, he felt like John was staring back, the eyes of his Aura all encompassing. He wondered if they had been discovered, but decided it didn’t matter either way.
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December 14th, 625
My heavy breathing sent visible clouds of vapor into the air. Water dripped from the barrel shroud of the glowing MG 42 in my hands, the heat melting the heavy snow around it, the moderate winds bringing us halfway into a blizzard.
Uamra’s voice entered my mind.
[I can’t see you. The blizzard is getting worse, and I think it’s laced with mana. Not natural.]
She was only 15 feet away, which meant it was getting heavier than I thought. My acute vision afforded me obviously better visibility even in harsh weather, so I had to use my team as a realistic gauge.
I turned, finding her figure amidst bellowing winds. The sun was setting, which would assist the blizzard in rendering our sight useless sooner rather than later.
Unfortunately we couldn’t go anywhere.
This supply post was responsible for providing logistics for 3 battalions including the Snow Doves. We were almost a forward base, probably not designated such since we barely had proper walls and no standing force to protect against sieges.
Whoever happened to be here was the standing force. For now, it was us and half of a battalion recently returned from a battle with substantial losses. Thankfully the scourge hadn’t attacked with much of a force. Yet.
My anxiety started heightening as visibility dropped.
I responded.
[Let’s go talk to Nonnen.]
Umara followed when I jumped off the small wall and sent the gun back, hitting the ground after slowing my descent with my boots.
I looked back, Umara gliding up to my side, the witch hat on her head and mask on her face, those purple wisps glowing eerily in the blizzard.
We continued to our camping ground. A few warlocks had made some makeshift structures out of reinforced dirt in order to protect the tents on the camp ground from being buried in the snow.
We found Nonnen in the area designated for the Snow Doves doing some two finger handstand pushups, shirtless and showing off steel muscles.
“Psh, I can do that.”
“Can you now?”
“Watch me.”
I suddenly dropped to the ground, kicking up on my hands before shifting my weight to one palm. Then I popped up on my fingers, then shifted to two fingers, sitting there for a few seconds before doing a few pushups.
The Vigor combined with the control I could exercise over my body meant that something like this was relatively simple, a mere matter of balance rather than strength. It still hurt my fingers a little but I could do it.
I quickly popped back up.
“See?”
“Uh-huh. Now do single finger.”
“You wanna see single finger?”
I shot him the bird, causing him to shake his head in exasperation.
“Nevermind. How was the fight?”
“Easy, but I’m 99.3% certain that it was a scouting force. Something is coming, and my fingers are getting twitchy.”
I noticed a few people nearby shift out of their beds, earning a curious glance from me before I focused back on Nonnen.
He frowned and stopped doing his pushups, popping up to his feet and letting out a harsh breath.
“What makes you even slightly uncertain?”
“The blizzard, and the fact that I only picked off two Scouts.”
“So it’s definitely an incoming force.”
“Well you never know. Could just be a fluke.”
“No, it’s an incoming force without doubt.”
“Well technically we could never know that with 100% certainty until they show up at the walls and attack us.”
“Don’t patronize me, smartass. Give me a time estimate.”
“Hmm, with this weather, between 64 and 73 minutes.”
I took an educated guess based on all my experience and the data I had remembered from the many thousands of battle records I’d gone over in the past.
Nonnen wiped a bit of sweat off his abs.
“I need you to run recon. Take 5th squadron with you.”
“Copy.”
“Send the details and I’ll mobilize. We’ll meet you wherever you send us.”
“Copy copy,” I turned to Umara and squeezed her shoulder, “Go ahead and grab the others. I’ll gather supplies.”
“Mm.”
We separated, a few minutes passing before we met up again with the rest of the squad.
I looked at Harsha, long recovered but much quieter than before. I knew she felt alienated from the group but she still had a job to do. At the very least we had replaced her shield with something comparable.
Besides, it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle anything short of a direct fight with an Authority 10. She was just out of her element, and Umara had a few conversations with her about that.
Once everyone was gathered I went through equipment checks. We didn’t want to get caught out in a blizzard unprepared, regardless of how superhuman everyone was.
After all was said and done, I prepared one last thing, a nice little convenience for the trip.
“Everyone stand around.”
I motioned for the squad to stand around me. Then I accessed my Mind Palace.
Within the command and control center, I went and tagged everyone’s Aura and relative location, proceeding to establish a telepathic link with all of them. I hardly even had to consciously think about handling 5 connections with how powerful my mind had become, especially when I could just delegate it to my Spark.
After that, I utilized my visualization and illusory abilities to generate an illusion above everyone’s heads.
Umara and her squad glanced between each other when they saw the nametags that appeared above their heads. It both labeled them and gave their location, no matter where they moved.
“This will help each person keep track of one another in the blizzard.”
Umara waved her hand through my nametag, seeing her fingers phase through, “How the hell are you doing that?”
“If I can make someone not see things, then I can also make them see things. It’s really easy when the mind you’re trying to trick isn’t fighting you. Now, let’s get going. We’re taking a Steed, 'cause fuck if I’m trudging through a foot of snow.”
We left with that, rolling out of the base as soon as we could. I drove, simply following wherever my Aura pointed.
It didn’t take long to get within range of several powerful signatures. I pulled over on a vantage point, everyone jumping out into the raging snow.
I kneeled, overlooking what was supposed to be the bottom slope below the ridge we sat on. I couldn’t see farther than 30 feet but my eyes were picking up the faint glow of magic sources, poisoned and malevolent.
The clustered sources seemed to be lower level troops, merging into a blurry sea of power. Then there were the sources that shone like stars in both my vision and Aura. They seemed to max out at Authority 10, and I counted four.
If I was estimating the number of enemies in this force based on how much ground that huge sea of glowing power covered, then it sat at around 21,700.
I spoke through telepathy.
[We’re retreating.]
[Copy.]
I got no protest, everyone quickly boarding the Steed. I stomped the gas and made haste back to base, the blizzard dropping my speed to around half of the norm.
Along the way, I turned on my Aerial and made contact with Nonnen.
“Blade One, come in.”
Nonnen answered quickly, “I hear you, Envoy.”
“The incoming force is 21,700 strong with at least four Brigadier-class combatants. Average Authority sits at Authority 7. This is beyond us.”
I had a very precise grasp on our own combat power. After some of the losses we had taken over the last week and the lack of reinforcements for our platoon, we Snow Doves were only 32 strong, 37 including Umara’s group. The Pathfinders were another 41 and the half battalion we had on station numbered 336. Like the Pathfinders, the battalion averaged between Authority 5 and 7 with a single Brigadier heading them, giving us 3 Authority 10s total. It was one less than the enemy.
It seemed the supply post had fallen.
Nonnen’s voice fell.
“We won’t be able to hold this position.”
“No, we won’t. Get ready to retreat while I call Pipsqeak.”
I quickly swapped channels, dialing Jasmine directly.
She picked up in about 2.2 seconds.
“Hey, Pipsqeak.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“We’ve got a significant force right outside the supply post. 21,700 strong, four Authority 10s. I need the status of the battalions assigned to our post.”
“...On it.”
I could hear her scramble a bit, her voice a bit groggy. Seemed she had been napping.
“Are you in combat?”
“Not currently. Just did recon. The force is about 24 minutes out from the supply post.”
“Copy. Let me see…”
There was some silence as she gathered the data.
“Alright, 3rd Battalion checked in an hour ago at a location about 21 miles away from the post. Not sure where they are now. 2nd Battalion is 32 miles away and checked in 34 minutes ago saying they were engaged in combat.”
“See if you can get in contact with either and send them to the crags 14 miles southwest of our position. We’ll retreat there.”
“Roger. Keep your line active.”
Her voice cut and I lowered my wrist.
Before long, we skidded into the supply post, the entire place frenzied with activity. Nonnen ran over to us as we jumped out of the Steed.
“How much time do we have?”
“18 minutes until they reach us. Jasmine is contacting 2nd and 3rd Battalion to see if they can meet with us 14 miles from here, but if we want to get there, we need to start moving now.”
“Yeah, I’ve got everyone getting ready. If we overstuff the Steeds, we can get everyone on wheels. The problem is we still have wounded.”
“Well they’re gonna have to suck it up. I’ll start organizing. Get the Snow Doves in their own Steeds. Chances are we’re going to fight our way out and we can’t have people getting in each other’s ways.”
“Copy.”
I nodded and turned, “Umara, go with Nonnen. I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Don’t take too long.”
She squeezed my hand before she, her squad, and Nonnen all shot off. I went in another direction, starting to guide people into steeds and organizing them based on their combat capability.
Before long we had most of the wounded in a few Steeds, Intelligence agents sitting on top of each other in a few Hummers, and the rest overstuffing the remaining Steeds. I also told Jasmine to keep an eye out for any helicopters for evac in that time but I wasn’t counting on it.
“Get fucking rolling! Let’s go! Driver, go!”
I banged on Steeds, sending out the vehicles with wounded out first, the Pathfinders going with them. It was a tradeoff between getting them farther from the danger and having them pave the way. If they got attacked, at least we’d know in advance.
Better than keeping them with the force and setting them up as collateral. I was under no impression that today wasn’t going to get ugly.
The Steeds started moving. I wasn’t willing to waste a single minute, having literally thrown people into the passenger holds like garbage bags. Some people weren’t quite grasping how urgent the situation was.
At least we actually had the intel. If I hadn’t felt anything and checked it out, those monsters would’ve swarmed this place unannounced. We would’ve been really screwed then.
Before long, most of the extraneous personnel were leaving. I had given all drivers their destination so it was up to them to get there as fast as they could.
I heard Nonnen’s voice after I sent off the last one.
“John! Let’s go!”
“Coming!”
I yelled back, took one last look back at the rest of the post, and then ran to the Steed.
I glided into the back with the rest of Umara’s squad, the hatch closing before speeding off. Most of the combatants were already off, the Snow Doves leaving last.
It had taken almost 14 minutes to get everyone out. It was pretty fast for abandoning an entire supply post but not fast enough apparently.
They were right on our heels, and we had to plow through an active blizzard. It wasn’t looking good.
I could almost hear them.
We got on the trail that the leading convoy paved. It wasn’t exactly straight but getting anywhere was better than getting nowhere.
“How fast are we going?”
“Uh, 20 miles an hour?”
“We may as well be fucking walking. I don’t know how long they’ll spend searching the post before continuing to pursue us, but I wouldn’t count on them being stupid for long. They’ll be catching up to us given around 5 minutes at the most.”
“So we fight.”
Umara chimed, making me nod.
“We fight,” I sighed, “I should’ve just retired and continued working in the Spire. This is bullshit.”
Nonnen snickered, “Yeah, are you sure you’re smart?”
“You know, I would usually say I am but ironically enough I’ve got my helicopter sitting in an airfield collecting dust instead of helping us out here when we need it most.”
Nonnen chuckled a bit, then went silent when we all turned our heads to look toward the back of the Steed.
Magic power gathered, then launched toward us like a cannon.
“Incoming!”
“I got it!”
Umara shouted and kicked open the hatch, throwing out a bolt of fire in response.
The two spells collided, Umara’s detonating and blowing the other, significantly more powerful cluster of magic off its original trajectory. It exploded to the side of the vehicle, shaking the frame.
I looked out before searching my armory and taking out a flare. It was there, not used often, but now was as good a time as ever.
I ignited it before tossing it out, the light glowing in the blizzard. I watched it get farther away, then saw a blur pass over it right before it was obscured out of view.
“They’re catching up!”
“Then it’s time to fight!”
Nonnen stepped up, his Aura bellowing out like a beacon. Whatever was out there backed off really quick, but then two more Auras erupted from a couple miles away.
The fight was on.
The thousands of monsters in the distance charged at us. Obviously the empty supply post did nothing to distract them, or at least not the bulk of them.
Those towering Auras came to a silent agreement as the lesser monsters rapidly gained on our Steed. It wasn’t their job to fight the fodder, and I wouldn’t make Nonnen waste his energy on clearing them out either. He had his fight. We had ours.
Suddenly, I kneeled down and brought out a new weapon.
It had been unsuitable before now. It wasn’t something built to be carried by one person and since I always needed to be on the move, I never found a good time to bring it out.
Now though, I had a good opportunity.
The M2 Browning Heavy Barrel appeared with its tripod, which I settled onto the floor right behind the hatch. It took up space but that’s exactly why I had Nonnen keep the Steeds for the Snow Doves clear of extraneous personnel.
A can of ammunition appeared in my hands after I was settled. I took the link of .50 BMG and lifted the cover, laying the rounds in place before dropping it closed and charging the handle.
After locking the bolt latch, I settled my thumbs over the butterfly trigger, the iron sights hovering in front of me.
“Umara, Jaya, take anything that comes from the sides. Feiden, Tana, take the turrets up above. Only shoot what you can see. Don’t waste energy on area attacks.”
“Roger.”
“Copy!”
I got a few replies. As for our driver, Harsha, she already knew what to do.
The enemies got closer, my thumbs tensed up. I could sense the mana round Umara getting denser as she poked her head through another open hatch, Jaya preparing some alchemical weapons. Feiden and Tana swiveled the turrets above us.
They got closer.
“Hold!”
The snarls and screams started piercing through the blizzard winds. I could feel the tension rise within the Steed. Everyone knew this was just the start of a long fight.
“Hold!”
Their figures started appearing, claws dragging ugly forms through the snow.
“Not until you can see the whites of their eyes!”
Their bodies appeared in full view, dark fur or hide contrasting against the white all around us.
They reached out toward the Steed with the raving malice of a rabid animal, and we responded with the cold fire of magic and steel.
“Open fire!”
I pressed the trigger, and the shockwaves were resounding.
Comments
History
After rereading shouldn´t be feiden, tany instead umara, jaya? “Umara, Jaya, take anything that comes from the sides. Feiden, Tana, take the turrets up above. Only shoot what you can see. Don’t waste energy on area attacks.”
Gabriel Victor
Great chappy!
EvanRP007
My week has been so weird I thought it was Sunday today. Boy oh boy am I happy to see another chapter when I was least expecting it 😁😁
Emmanuel Valencia
2 chapters for thanksgiving!!
Tachi
Happy thanks giving. God bless‼️
OzzHunter
Ma Duece!!! Get some! Let that beauty speak to all!!!
J.R. Turner
What a good thing for Thanksgiving. M2 for a full meal... and more to come...
john Vargas
Thanks for the double chapter sp4de. Happy thanks giving to all.
Anthony Boal
great chapter. fyi if any of you find yourself in a situation in the future where you need to load and fire a m2 remember you need to pull the charging handle twice for a round to be loaded. just so yall know for ww3 around the corner
Robert
Wakeup Thanksgiving morning with two chapters of this fantastic story?! I am thankful for Spade
SaltyOne
MA Deuce!!! Get some!!!!
Erica Robbi
M2, baby! all hail the king of blood and guts!
Luke
MaDeuce!!!
