The World of Masks

Communication to the command was a few hours after the clock spun around and the time of the new date began. Of course, the command light was still on at that time. The grown-ups were scrambling their brains for a good operation, and several soldiers were rushing to do urgent work, kicking them to sleep.

But with a single communication from Canberra International Airport, everything stopped.

"Hey, calm down! Calm down and say it! What the hell is going on?"

Hind grips the communicator and shouts at the opposing team. He tries to calm his confused opponent down and get the right information, but Hynde yells at the comms in a panic. In that situation, the opposing Pokémon could not remain calm.

[Fuck, tell me a few times! We're being ambushed! Send backup! He's a fighter, an infantryman, and he's tearing them all apart!]

A reply from beyond the telecom led to an aircraft raid in New Zealand in Heinde's head. Hind's heart thumps. If so, this is not an ordinary problem. Above all, losing the aircraft at Canberra International Airport, knowing that the air power had dropped so rapidly that it dragged the fighter out of the airplane's grave, was literally like cutting off the last lifeline of the Allied Air Force that was living on a ventilator.

"Fine! I'll send it right away! So tell me about it! What the hell are you doing here? He's a fucking Bonehead, you stinking monster! What are the numbers?"

You hear gunfire and screaming on the other side of the comms. Hind raises his voice, almost screaming, in fear of burying his own voice. It was so loud that I was already attracted to the attention around me. The other soldiers stare at Hyde with their anxious faces.

[I don't know! There aren't many! Dozens of them! And they're not bones or monsters! He's wearing armor, but he's human!]

"What, humans?"

At that moment, Hynde's grip settles. When I assumed that the beings of this world had invaded for no reason, I was embarrassed and made fun of myself for hitting the whale. The sound of being a human makes the surrounding soldiers look odd. Hind squeals over the comms with his face flushed red.

"Oh, shit! I think only a few humans have invaded, and now I'm beating the shit out of them! There are dozens of guys stationed there, even though they're air force driven, but they're getting shot at by dozens of humans!"

No, I understand the airports in New Zealand have been ordered to stand guard at airports with fighter aircraft. But how much more vigilant would a human being have to be if he was so ignorant? It shouldn't be happening or happening. For Hind, all of the soldiers at Canbury Airport were morons and morons. No, a moron would be better off than them. However, you hear an unfair voice from beyond the telecom.

[I'm not a normal human being! Who in the world dodges a bullet and rips the wings off a plane with their bare hands?]

"What?"

Hynde thought the soldier out there had gone mad. No, a human dodges a bullet and rips the wings off a plane with his bare hands? No matter how many athletic representatives you represent, you can't dodge a bullet, and no world champion can tear the wings off a fighter with his bare hands. I remembered what the soldier behind the telecom said in Sunga Hind's brain. The intruders are neither bones nor monsters, but they are wearing armor.

The armor? '

I remembered that the existence of the second world, which started the invasion in New Zealand, was an armored skeleton.

"Wait! Aren't those the bones in the armor that came into New Zealand? Then it's not human!"

[That's not it! Unlike the Boneheads! They talk to each other, and they tell us to surrender because all they have to do is destroy the fighters!]

Then the story is different. I have never heard it said that in the many battles against the existence of the two worlds, the enemy must surrender. Then, is it really human? But can humans dodge bullets and rip the wings off fighters with their bare hands? For one thing, Heinde himself was impossible to wake up from. Then suddenly one possibility passed by.

"Superpowers!"

Maybe the superpowers in the PPSO can talk. Those who lift the weight of tons and set a new Olympic track record, they might be able to do exactly what the soldier over the comms said.

"Wait, aren't they superpowers?"

How would I know that? Damn it, cut the crap and send reinforcements!]

I heard a voice howling over the communicator to see if the patient's cry had burst. Hyde distorts his face with a thick swearing tongue. But soon I calmed down. Even when I thought about it, I was taking too much time.

"Okay, I'm sending it now!"

Hind hastens to report.

* * *

Boom!

"Damn it, motherfucker! You're wasting my time!"

A black soldier with a short haircut lowers his comms roughly. No, the word "tossed" would be correct. I was worried that it might break, but the soldier who threw away the communicator jumped out of the chair. Outside the building, gunshots, shouts and explosions are still scattered. Crudely treading on pieces of glass scattered with shrapnel or sharp debris, he looks out through a broken window.

"Shit, it's a freak of nature."

It was a mess, and the word was surprisingly difficult to describe the airport situation.

You see several planes sitting idly by the red flames. More than a third of the fighters have already been destroyed. As long as the black ink passes to the side of the plane, the planes smash into pieces. Some of them exploded and ignited sparks.

Soldiers are pouring out all sorts of attacks to eliminate those who somehow attack the fighters. However, the opposing Pokémon is difficult and has nowhere else to turn.

Two or two!

Soldiers fire in unison. You aim for the armored men whose bullets are shattering the fighters as they burst into flames.

However, the armored humans reacted quickly. They rush between the fighters, dodging bullets. As a soldier, it was really a fever.

Kwajik!

An armored human grabs the wing of the plane and pulls it down. You hear the creaky sound of iron crunching, and the wings of the plane start to tear off slowly. An armored man with broad wings throws his wings roughly toward the soldiers.

"Blood, move!"

The soldiers panic and spread to both sides. Two wretched soldiers flew backwards, being struck by flying wings. The wings of the fighter that flew away without killing him for a long time were plunged roughly into the side of an airport building.

"Hans! Jake!"

A soldier mourns the names of the soldiers who were beaten. However, the soldiers who were called cannot rise. There was a depression in the wing of the plane, and blood and guts were leaking out of it. It was instantaneous at first sight.

"Genjaaaaaaang!"

The soldier rises with a gun, screaming at the grief of losing his companion. You try to turn the gun and pull the trigger towards the hateful enemy. But when he looked at where the enemies were, the hateful enemy stood surprisingly right in front of him.

"None !"

The frightened soldier quickly tries to pull the trigger. But the armored man's sword was much faster.

Snuggle!

Even the roar of fury is useless, and the soldier collapses emptyly, losing his neck.

Tak!

You lightly snatched the soldier's gun, where the armor man fell. The man, who had shaken it a few times in a strange way, immediately pushed the gun forward.

Two or two!

A shotgun blasted out of a Fuloto gun. You quickly dodged the wings of the flying fighters and punctured the bodies of the soldiers who have not been properly positioned.

"Kuaak!"

"Ahhhh!"

With a painful scream, a red pivot was scattered across the bottom of the airport. Suddenly, a group of soldiers were exterminated. The Armored Man relaxes and starts slashing the necks of the surviving soldiers.

Quack, quack!

The fallen soldiers move, screaming as the armored man raises his bloodied sword and slashes his companion's throat. But the body that was literally mopped up by the bullet didn't listen. Armored humans approaching like ambassadors, the soldiers had no choice but to look at them with horrified eyes. That was the last time the soldiers saw him.

Kuaang!

Another fighter explodes. During the midst of the battle, several armored men remained focused on silently destroying the fighters.

Two or two!

You hear gunfire again, and bullets spill out. I wiped out a group of soldiers, but there were still a lot of soldiers left.

"Die!"

Whether you were unable to overcome extreme horrors or surrendered to hatred, one soldier jumps out of the cover and starts running.

"Hey, Marshall! Come back!"

A colleague calls you from behind, but the soldier called Marshall does not pretend to have heard. No, I didn't even have time to think about it.

"Huh?"

Armored man, who was moving lightly and dodging bullets, finds Marshall. At that moment, he smiled cruelly at the mouth of his helmet.

Bam!

I kicked a hard bottom at the airport. The armored human body flies away like a flash of light.

"Son of a bitch!"

Marshall sharpens his elongated gun at the approaching armor man. However, the elusive armored man really did not get shot.

Tsk, tsk!

A few bullets grazed the armor. However, armor that is usually several times thicker than full-body armor bounces off the bullet. At this point, I thought it would be okay if it was almost a chariot.

The armor man approaches Marshall and grabs Marshall's gun lightly.

"Profit!"

Marshall pulls the knife out of his pocket after the weapon is stolen in vain. Marshall, who ran with a knife to an armored man, who even knew about the rainy bullets, reminded him of David and Goliath. The only difference was, Marshall couldn't be like David.

Wood Duck!

"Ahhhh!"

Armored humans grabbed Marshall by the shoulder after easily dodging the knife. I gave strength to my hands. You hear a terrifying sound and Marshall screams. His limping arms flutter. I was pretty sure it was broken.

The armor man who broke Marshall's shoulder immediately raised something from his left hand. Marshall struggles with the pain and sees it clearly. It was a grenade they used.

Armored humans skillfully pulled the safety pin on the grenade. Then I shoved it right into Marshall's mouth.

Kwajic!

"Uwee!"

A black gauntlet slips out of your mouth, crushing your white teeth. Armored humans forcibly close Marshall's mouth, swaying in agony. Marshall resists. He scratches at the gauntlet, which is blocking his mouth with his hands, and his feet tuck into the armor's torso. But the armored man doesn't even move. And .

Kuang!

A grenade explodes. The massive amount of debris inside, literally ripping Marshall's face and torso apart. Blood and flesh spattered everywhere. It literally felt like it was raining blood.

Fluffy!

Marshall's lower half falls on top of his own blood, losing his torso. The soldiers who were far away from the horrific appearance were astonished. Frost falls. I never thought I'd put a grenade in a human's mouth and detonate it.

Chug, chug, chug!

Just before the grenade exploded, the fallen armor man began to move again slowly. The coming image, full of Marshall's blood and flesh, set against the darkness, was literally the devil himself.

"Ugh, ugh!"

Someone moans in horror. The brutal killing of a colleague continues to regenerate in the brain. My arms and legs are shaking and my gun is shaking. The incident was just enough to put the soldiers into a panic.

Chug, chug, chug! Heave-ho!

The armor man slowly speeds up. The fear in the soldiers' eyes grew.

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

Someone pulls the trigger first. Immediately, other soldiers started shooting indiscriminately. It's as if you can get rid of the horror that is pressing them.

Armored men begin to approach the soldiers, avoiding the rain of the bullets once again. It seemed as if a nightmare was coming for a human being. Soon the screams of the soldiers began to resound.

The night at Canberra International Airport was still long.