The World of Masks

Gilbert Lazur is a famous French war reporter. I flew many truths around the world risking my life to photograph countries surrounded by civil wars in the Middle East or Africa. Many war crimes have been revealed. The award-winning reporter was literally a veteran war reporter. During the shooting, bullets have been passed right by them, and they have been humiliated by government forces or insurgents. But none of those things harmed his will. Rather, he laughed at his acquaintances, saying that there was something only he could do. He, an experienced war reporter like that, could not have stayed out of this expedition.

With the cameraman breathing with him for a long time, Gilbert was watching the distant plains. It was quite a distance away, but the two were able to see the blur.

"Hurrah!"

The cameraman gives elasticity to the side. Gilbert clenches his fist tightly with a tense face.

The plains are a battlefield. The armored undead are advancing toward an insurmountable coalition, rising above the plains underground. Allied forces deployed their forces to respond to all sorts of weapons. Cannonballs and grenades are flying and bullets are pouring out. Fireworks and noise have pushed us this far away. Other times, they would have been bitterly used to see soldiers killing and killing each other for their own benefit, but Gilbert is different now. The war now was a war of justice, although the distinction between good and evil was clearly a shameful word for humanity. It was a war to repel the ignorant invaders and the extraterrestrial beings who killed humans as soon as they came along.

"Yes!"

Gilbert rejoices as the bombs dropped from the reinforced air force's fighters and bombers fall into the center of the undead army. You see the undead bursting through the large pillar of fire. I felt like I was losing weight for years. Those trembling bastards who slaughtered all the civilians who had no power after a surprise wiped out a small number of New Zealand soldiers were being slaughtered with little effort at the united forces of humanity. Most of the hordes of enemies, which seemed to be tens of thousands, returned to their original corpses and fell to the ground. Monsters seem to have come to your aid, but the Alliance's firepower is too strong to sustain it.

"This is going to end unexpectedly easily."

"Isn't that right?"

When the Allied forces began to retake New Zealand, the world heard a voice of concern. The upper part thought it was worth a try, but other people have been engraved with fear of the existences of this world because of the memory that has been pushed without a pulse. Gilbert was the same. Even though I thought I had enough chances in my head, I was constantly growing anxiety on the side of my heart. However, when I looked at the current scene, I felt that I was worrying for nothing.

"Oh, it's moving forward."

The Allied forces slowly start their march, assuming they think they've roughly dealt with it. Armored troops like tanks and armored cars move ahead, filling the gap slowly. The skeletons keep running with swords, but none of them make it to the Allied forces. Even though he had a thick armor and a sharp knife and an infinite stamina, the fundamental difference in firepower was too great. The Allied forces have wiped out tens of thousands of undead and made it through the plains. Gilbert's eyes glimmer with hope for the photo.

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The Allied Forces march steadily. I encountered a few large troops and fought, but each time I made a victory move. For an allied force with immense firepower, the beings of this world are powerless. It was unfair to be so nervous. However, the march is not fast enough. Because of the undead hiding beneath the ground, they had to advance through the entire land like they were exploring mines. In fact, some troops did not obey this order and suffered considerable damage. No matter how weak the undead may be, if they succeed at close proximity, they can force immense damage to the Allied forces. Hundreds of soldiers have died in such a painful attack. There were many more wounded. But other than that, I had nowhere else to go. The Allied forces stepped in to retake New Zealand.

As the sun set, the Allied forces entered the camp next to an abandoned city in New Zealand. Only the signs of destruction that spread here greet them, and their lives are completely cut off. A number of things were found that were thought to be blood stains, faded, but sadly, there were no bodies. The soldiers shut their mouths. Their thoughts were too unpleasant. He noticed that some of the skeletons he had destroyed were not properly armed. Perhaps their identity is . But it was inevitable. They turned their backs on the fact that their enemies might have died innocent New Zealanders.

No matter how much it turned into a ghost city, the city with walls and roofs that would protect the soldiers from the wind and rain was definitely an attractive place to stay. However, the Allied forces did not go inside the city, but installed accommodations next to the city. Unlike those who have played the jackpot so far, they look at one place with shaky eyes.

"What the hell is that?"

A soldier who was followed by mortars in this war looked up at the center of the city with his head held high. There was a strange architecture. A sculpture with an artificial feel. But the soldier didn't think it was a New Zealand building. If I had built such a bizarre building in New Zealand, I would have come out of the foreign topics immediately.

They were in the shape of a giant cylinder, thought to be something meaningful. The bottom width is narrower and wider by the top is large and full inside is set on the ground upside down. They were set up all over the city. Particularly located in the centre of the city, the building was large enough to be clearly visible from afar.

"Is that the statue that bombed so much that it didn't shut down?"

General Tom Baker, who leads this coalition group, looked at the ominous architecture stretching over the city with binoculars. One of the officers next to him replied quickly.

"Yes. As soon as New Zealand was occupied, they started building it."

"Maybe that's why you invaded this world?"

Most of the second-world beings occupied New Zealand were silent but obsessed with only one thing. The architecture that you stumbled upon by aerial patrol and satellite surveillance. I walked through several skyscrapers as a shield, so when I found them, they were somewhat bigger. But even so, it wasn't as massive as it is now. It's only about three to five stories above the skyscraper. Of course, the Allied forces, which were not able to see what the beings of this world were doing, started bombing immediately. But surprisingly, they didn't budge. Only the undead and the monsters who were building it will die. But the beings of this world hung on the completion of those buildings as if it were a necessity to complete them. Of course, the Allied forces bombed them cleverly. But even if you could get rid of the builders, they wouldn't budge. Eventually, I had to be satisfied just by slowing them down. And now, just two years after New Zealand's occupation, they're all geared up and looking down at the Allied forces in an ominous way.

"Have you tried destroying it?"

"I've sent engineers to plant bombs or shoot them all with guns, but the result was the same. It won't budge."

"What the hell are you made of?"

Warden Baker kicked his tongue. It is made by beings from two worlds that will not be cool even if chewed to death. It will be harmful to mankind and not profitable. It was the best thing to break it neatly, but I felt frustrated because the ordinary weapons didn't work.

"If we take back Erchipa New Zealand, they will be within our realm. Why don't we study it slowly and break it down? There's a place called PPSO this time, and it's going to work."

"Where you study the superpowers?"

General Baker has distorted his face. I didn't like PPSO. Since he has dedicated his life to the military all his life, I don't like the fact that there is now a force unlike the military. And that was the idea of most military captains.

"This place is useless anyway. That's enough for all of us. The results tell us, don't they? A human named Jin-seok Kim should make something like that and give us some more support."

This time, Baker was offended by the inauguration of PPSO's president-elect.

"I can't help it. It's a waste of dragons trying to do what you can't do right now. Tell them to be vigilant just in case. Rest well for tomorrow."

"Four!"

His men salute General Baker's orders. After sending his men out, Chairman Baker stares at the strange buildings that stand above the city while smoking heavily.