Limit Breaker

Kaga! Kaga!!

"Grrrgh!"

Magnus could not withstand the brute force of fire, but had to cover himself back behind the wreckage of a half-destroyed building.

The wedge-shaped projectile, which monsters fire, is a structure that expands and inflates the body once trapped in the body, making Magnus' thick gloves prone to tearing.

Weapon traits, but Magnus was more aware of how sturdy Hellgate's armor was until now than anyone else. He was appalled by the monsters' weapon structure.

"Damn it! The numbers are still growing!"

Some of Magnus' predators tried their best to stop it, but over time, the number of planet predators grew exponentially.

These talented people tried to deal with one more monster at a time, but were unable to act properly because of the overwhelming quantity and a huge monster who was resistant to this ability.

"……."

At that time, Magnus, who was thinking of something, looked behind the building with him at these gifted people.

Five men and women.

They are capable of a mix of black and white, black and Asian, with one young Hispanic woman and four different ages.

Unfortunately, they were all members of the X-Force, all capable of getting in there.

However, Magnus began to hesitate about whether he wanted to say something, and opened his mouth to see if the middle-aged black dynamo felt Magnus hesitate beyond Hellgate's helmet.

"Hellgate, you seem to have something to say."

"... because I have an idea."

Magnus said that, then began to hesitate again, and opened his mouth as if a white body-enhancing man who looked like him was stuffy.

"What can't you tell me?"

"This Hellgate has a nuclear fusion power source. That means that if we overload the fusion power source and detonate it, we can simply wipe out the entire area. The problem is, because these monsters are so resistant to explosions, it's my plan to have a much better chance of success than using them to wipe out the entire building inside their stronghold."

"……."

"……."

Everyone shut up about what he said.

Pupupupupupupupupupupuk--!!

Whether the bullets are infinite or barren, only the blazing noise of the monsters firing back at their protected buildings resonates.

The reason for this is that one and the second cannot guarantee their lives if they wipe out the entire area.

Magnus knew about it, so he was quick to say something behind his back.

"Headquarters confirmed that that's their production base, and the monsters are still coming out of there. That's why I plan to charge towards their stronghold with this gas."

"Wait, so you're dead?"

A Hispanic hypnotic woman with her head roughly straightened, greeted with her eyes wide open, and Magnus nodded.

"Those monsters grow more and more powerful over time. If we waste our time like this, we may have to nuke the place. If I can get rid of them before then... I'm pretty cheap on my own."

The crew of the X-Force are blinded by Hellgate's decisive voice.

His voice felt the anxiety and determination of death, and for a long time as an elite talent, they were confident that he was ready to deal with those monsters as he lay down his life.

"So run as fast as you can from now on. From now on, running or hiding will increase your chances of surviving a nuclear blast."

Magnus did not doubt that they would choose to flee rather than help him with his plan.

He still had some sort of bias about this person.

The command has ordered the retreat of these abilities to be reorganized, in the form of monsters that are still intact, despite the shooting.

Despite the retreat order, he stayed here to overload the fusion power source, thinking it would be dangerous to give these monsters time, as explained above.

Moreover, because the X-Force members here stayed behind to support the retreat of their allies and stayed with themselves, they thought they had already done enough and did not intend to hold a grudge.

However,

"Fine. Then I'll help you gamble."

A serious white powerhouse volunteered to help Magnus plan as he stepped forward.

"I also wanted to deal with these monsters somehow. The firepower that we had saved us from saying it was impossible. But if you have a plan like that, I'll cooperate."

The middle-aged black man who talked to Magnus was thinking the same thing. They were just saving their words because they could not stop these monsters from marching very little.

"Huh-huh. This looks like a scene from a movie. Then I'm in."

An impertinent white man decided to raise his hand, and the rest of the Hispanic women and mixed men participated with the determination.

"I'm going too."

"If I get out of here, I'm not a man."

All five X-Force members decided to join Magnus' plan, and Magnus frowned upon their appearance.

I don't see it because of the helmet, of course.

"… this is not a movie. Even if things go well, everyone will die in a nuclear explosion...."

"Do you think we just made this decision out of heroism? You're not the only one willing to die for the people and for the humans, Hellgate."

A middle-aged black man made eye contact with Hellgate and severed his words with a voice of truth and toughness.

"……."

"……."

"……."

"……."

Magnus can feel the same determination in the eyes of the other four, and he holds out his hand as if he were asking himself to shake hands at a middle-aged black man who has stopped speaking.

"Magnus Grimes."

"Martin Hotch."

The two shook hands like that, and Magnus reached out to a heavily white male by his side.

"Weiss Robert."

Next up, Hispanic women.

"Heaton Marway."

An impertinent white man.

"Dale Witten."

Oriental hybrid.

"Kyle Park."

"Korean?"

"My father's side. When everyone says this, everyone asks whether they are Japanese or Chinese. You're the first person to notice that they are Korean at once."

"I know a Korean. And I made that mistake with him, and when I turned around and asked if I was Italian or English or French, I studied not to make that mistake again."

"Heheh heh. You've made quite an interesting friend."

As Magnus gave his full name to the five X-Force members, he confirmed that the fire stopped as the sound of the projectile striking disappeared.

Dale, equipped with Clare Boyans' abilities and brawn, scopes over the building.

"Bastards. Sending in the big one, slow one. It's as relaxing as hunting a prey you've trapped in a trap."

"We're running out of time. As I expected, those monsters must be going through our abilities and weapons to create new monsters to stand against them."

"So?"

As Heaton, a Hispanic woman, urged me to explain more quickly, Magnus pointed to his body.

"Hellgate has other weapons besides firearms, so use them to charge into the building. The rest is arcs."

"Then you can get inside the building."

The content was very simple.

Charge, reach target point, self-destruct.

However, even rolling and rolling veterans in the field will shake their heads and say this is crazy.

Even so, monsters with no firearms and resistance to these abilities are building a barrier in front of them, and hundreds of monsters behind them are camping and firing brutally at ranged weapons.

It would have been better if the building had been destroyed to cover the debris, but the monsters were completely vacant when they recovered all the cars, streetlights, and so on.

If you ask if they have reinforcements fired, no.

Before that, any support shooting or shooting of allies will not be useful to these monsters.

Moreover, even if it breaks through all of these obstacles, it will overload and self-destruct all of the nuclear fusion power sources.

It was literally a suicide mission, but everyone left here was prepared to lay down their lives to deal with alien monsters, even at the cost of their own.

As a child, Magnus was appalled at the X-Force, an elite unit of the United States, which he had hated and disdained in all of them, but had witnessed as five people ready to die for them.

'They are the ones I really wanted. True soldiers who are capable and eager to die through mental education, training, and practice.'

On the contrary, what about the heroes?

Even though the situation has worsened so far, I can't even see my nose.

To be honest, Magnus, who had been considering whether his proposed superhuman registration bill was too rigorous, was able to once again sense that his bill was needed for this country and the Earth in the form of heroes invisible even as the situation worsened.

I'll leave the rest to you, President. '

Magnus took a deep breath, hoping that he would be prepared to die and stick to the Superhuman Registration Act to the President.

'And thank you, Jinwoo. Thanks to you, I was able to get here. Even if I die first, I will repay this favor in the afterlife!'

Bang, bang!

At that time, the creature with resistance to this ability began to increase its approaching speed, wondering if something urgent had happened.

Magnus quickly explained his phase 1 plan, confirming what it looked like.

"I will use him as my shield and charge. 3."

Then Magnus grabs an object that looks like a long bullet from its protruding flank.

"2."

Then, pressing the button located on the hammer knob creates a space for a projectile-like object to enter.

Heave-ho!

Defeated!!

Magnus placed the bullet in the space and pressed the button again, and a high voltage current began to flow around the hammer.

"1!"

At the same time as you shout 1, Magnus protrudes from the rubble and swings his hammer toward the approaching giant creature.

Kwazak! Pazzi job!!

"Khhhhhhh!!"

At the same time the Siege Spine enters the creature's body, an enormous high voltage burns it out. The creature also sags, making sure that it had no resistance to electricity.

"Aaaahhh!!"

Magnus starts charging forward with his hands, raising his armpits as a shield against a huge, sagging monster.

After that, Dale, who used Claire Boyans, reported on the situation in real time, checking beyond the massive monster corpse.

"Firing now!"

FIFIFIFIFIFI Pick--!!

The body of the giant creature was well completed as a very sturdy and massive shield.

However, even if the frontal assault could be prevented by corpses, the rest of the area had to be taken care of by talents.

"20 sickles!"

Dale says the number of man-sized monsters with sickles in their hands as they gain sight beyond the corpse.

At the same time, Weiss and Kyle, right behind Magnus' back, draw their weapons.

Weiss is positioned to swing an alloy gauntlet up to his elbow and Kyle to his tone wave.

"5m 3! 1!"

dale's mouth reopened after calling m for the first time and skipped the number.

"0!!"

Blow! Blow!

As soon as you hear 0, the gauntlet and the tone wave swing in each other's direction.

Their attack focused solely on removing the sharp arms of the monsters that were swinging towards the X-Force crew hiding behind the shield.

"Suck!"

After that, Heaton, two more people in the lower rear row, flew them towards the building as they pulled the monsters away.

Kwaek! Kwachang!

The vigorously thrown monsters sag against the building walls, but are not critically wounded, so they immediately retrace their posture and chase after the group of Magnus.

Kakarot! Cards!!

Some monsters stab you in the side to get rid of the shield-bearing Magnus. Most of the attacks bounce off of Weiss and Kyle, but some of the attacks scrape off the Hellgate's gloves.

"Don't mind me!"

Magnus is confident that the armor of the Hellgate is not easily pierced, so he keeps charging forward, ignoring himself. With five X-Force members, he makes his way to the enemy's production site.

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I hated holidays when I was in the military.

"No, this lunatic doesn't want the soldiers to rest?"

They say it's frightening, but I have my reasons.

Because where I was, I'm not kidding, if for any reason I had more than three days of rest, I would have a fitness competition.

Besides Chinese New Year and Thanksgiving, if there is a holiday Saturday and Sunday overlap and you rest for 3 days, once there is a sports competition.

Besides, they don't talk about it on the holidays. They just have to come out on Saturdays and Sundays and force them to play football and basketball and football.

When I was in the army, did my wish come from a video tour after Sunday lunch? I wished I could see it all the way from start to finish.

What the fuck is going on? It's going to be a funny movie. Come out and play on the ranch.

People talk about military football, military basketball, military football, but where I was, football, basketball and football were created to feel like I didn't want to talk about it out of my mouth.

I've had a problem with livestock farmers ever since I got discharged, and I used to be very passionate about national football, but I don't like football at all.

Miraculously, I wouldn't be happy if I took first place at the Olympics.

Anyway, every New Year's Eve, every Thanksgiving holiday, I remember that, and I'm still thankful to heaven that I came out of that hell.