The World of Masks

The sea that covered the dark night sky remained calm without waves. It was an unparalleled environment for hard-working navies who came to the heart of the far seas and continued their battle. Asking a skilled sailor to sleep on a rocking ship was difficult for them.

The surging waves, even called waves, smash into the fuselage of the aircraft carrier's giant fuselage. Ordinary landscapes everywhere. But the current ripples were not naturally occurring.

Rrrrgh!

The skull of the skeleton glows with naturalized eyes above the surface, and a prowling circle spreads around it.

Ugh! Ugh!

The skull of the skeleton rises higher around you. They swam to the outer walls of the aircraft carrier.

A jawbone protruding from the skeleton of a human base is meaningless, and a six-fingered hand bone is placed on a cold steel wall. Then, double-check that the thick rope tied to your waist doesn't come loose by squeezing it.

Ocean monster skeletons, who had tied the rope to their tailbone and moved the other skeletons, had already given up the rope and retreated. Since he died and his life stopped, there are only bones left. He can fight enough on the ground, but his body structure is not fit for ground combat. You have not been engaged in this battle.

Bang, bang! Bang!

You hear the sound of bones clashing against iron. Those who inherited the new ropes had established an amphibious ecology in their lifetime and hunted the steep cliffs as if they were slugs or frogs. It was the moment when their ecology shone. Water flows down the bone and rope. It was easy for them to climb up the walls of the aircraft carrier if their wet hands slipped.

Even enhanced skeletons can't pull up all the other skeletons they hang by themselves. The other skeletons hold the rope and wait for it to be fixed somewhere under the sea. But there were exceptions. Just below the aircraft carrier, two skeletons climb up the ropes, dangling together. A black skull that hides in perfect darkness without being seen by the moonlight. He was an elite Black Skeleton.

Skeletons weren't the only ones climbing. Skeletons were crawling on the surface of other destroyers and cruisers, in addition to two of the seven fleets. It was a scene from all the traps.

Beneath the deck, there is an oval hole in the wall of the hangar. An elevator is installed to move the aircraft to the hangar and deck. A few Humans' faces emerge from there. I thought I was curious about the sound of bones and steel colliding.

"Huh?"

Humans make a mysterious sound. But that question soon turned into a terrified scream.

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

A skeleton climbing a 90-degree steel cliff would be like filming a horror film of an aircraft carrier onstage. If you look at that fucking naturalization, anyone will have the same reaction.

One of them slammed into the butt like his legs had been loosened, and the others stepped back and forth like roaches were scattered.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

The sound grows faster and louder. Skeletons climb up to the hangar in an instant, glancing around. A few humans looking this way with frightening eyes nearby. In the middle of repairs and resupplies, there were some Humans who looked up to see what was going on.

The first to move was the Black Skulls that followed. Slaughters the nearest humans with quick movements. Surrounding humans are slain, unable to respond to its powerful power and rapid speed. The Black Skull lunges at the rest of the Humans.

Screams start to erupt from the hangar. The mechanics, who had nothing but guns and spanners, died without any resistance.

Other skeletons are starting to arrive. Skeletons come up from the waist with ropes tied around their sides. Everything that looks sturdy, like a fighter's wheel or a fixed pipe, is wrapped around a rope. And the other skeletons, who were at sea, finally began to climb the ropes.

The same thing happened on the flight deck of the carrier, the destroyer, and the cruiser. The majority of the navy fell with blood on their hands, unable to resist Skeleton's attack.

The Navy's personal equipment was unparalleled compared to that of the Army in the first place. In fleet warfare where aircraft, missiles, artillery, and torpedoes fly, personalizers are no different than children use elbows. Boat battles that use hooks and planks to infiltrate and conquer other ships with boats close to each other have long been turned into grassy antiques. The importance of the Navy's privatizers has dropped. Today, the only disease in the Navy that deals with small arms is the deck soldiers. It's usually kept in the armory.

All the weapons the Navy boasts were useless against the quietly invading skeletons. Unless you want me to accompany you to the ship that allowed the intrusion. Most of the weapons were 'excessive' firepower that damaged the military ship. The Rifleman has not been able to remove it, and even if he did, he cannot stop an undead force of this size. The machine gun that was stationed on the deck was taken over long ago.

In addition to the flagship Gerald Rford, the other harbormaster, Nimitz, was quickly captured from the hangar and deck. The undead have begun to plunge deeper beneath the ports. Some skeletons have broken into the deck and are gathering to take over a shipping lane, also known as Ireland.

Emergency siren rings on the harbor. But it was too late. There's already blood gushing and tearing screaming here and there. It was the result that no one had ever imagined this. Although there was a chance that war with China or Russia could be fought with a ship that could be killed or sunk by a missile or torpedo explosion, the chances of death were unlikely, but the idea of being killed by a moving bone on a harbor did not come from a nightmare.

Doo-doo, doo-doo!

The soldiers piled up some stuff in a narrow corridor, creating obstacles to obstruct the path, and then fired their rifles from the corners of the corridor. It looks like you took your weapon out of the armory in a hurry. The bullet tears the air apart and flies away. The target is unfortunately undead, though it is a shell that can trigger enough resistance on humans. Without fear of pain, they push themselves into the shell without hesitation. A bullet flew across the bone. Starting with the shin and the thigh, a bullet was lodged in the hot spot, such as the pelvis, ribs, spine, and arms. There were quite a few bones falling out, and there were some that were passed through the skull bones and were helplessly collapsed and stopped moving. But if they're not hit in the head, the skeletons crawl and roll to attack the humans. It seemed to have no place to creep.

But the soldiers soon realized the skeleton's weakness. Soldiers come out of the corner, shooting at Skeleton's head. I didn't hesitate to reveal myself because I didn't think there were any skeletons with long-range attacks among my enemies.

Shhh!

Something flies from behind the skeleton, as if it were going to crush the expectations of such soldiers. It was an arrow made of bones. A guard who was cautious thought the enemy didn't have a long range attack, penetrated the glabella with authentic piercing.

Pussy!

The hard skull is pierced like Styrofoam and crushed inside the brain. The soldier falls with blood on his hands. The rest of the soldiers are furious and hide again in the corner of the hall. You reach out your head slightly and fire your weapon. Even in that state, you make every effort to aim for Skeleton's head. Tense hands, however, caused the gun to tremble and there were too many skeletons compared to the bullets it had.

"Damn it!"

A soldier stares intensely at you with a rifle protesting that the magazine is empty. However, Lee was magically full of ammunition with empty magazines. No, the skeleton was magical enough to move around on its own, so I wondered if it would happen again, full of magazines, like a miracle. But God seemed reluctant to work a miracle on him. Of course, of course, if I'm sorry, nothing happened. The magazine is still empty.

Nervously punches the gun against the wall. "Kang," an unpleasant sound rang out. I instinctively acted to get rid of the fear, but unfortunately I did not achieve my goal. Soldiers rush down, avoiding them like zombies from the movie. But they knew. No matter how big the carrier is, there are limits to its size. Eventually, they'll be caught by the skeletons and killed as miserably as anyone else. Even if we're lucky enough to get out of the carrier, this place is a dead end. Wherever we go, there is only despair. Nevertheless, we cannot die here bewildered. The survivors rush to the entrance of despair, hoping for a miracle. Unfortunately, no miracle happened.

On this day, the United States had to receive news of the devastation of the Seventh Fleet, unbelievable and untrustworthy.

Artwork Reviews

Modified the 7th Fleet's flagship to Gerald R Ford, making two antiques with Nimitz. That's a good time to be in the field. China has to be contained, so it is likely to be deployed to the 7th Fleet.

But in the end, the Seven Fleets were wiped out.

China, Russia Profit!! Profit by North Korea! But we didn't get rid of it!