The World of Masks

It was only a matter of time before the outskirts of Canberra became swarming. An alliance that lacks troops. With the dominance of the firepower, there is no way for an enemy to start using the same firepower on the board. Fortunately for the Allied forces, there were only a few armored units and fighters that the Demon King brought with him. What was left unspoiled in New Zealand in the first place, the armored forces flew through the portal and brought in fighters from the sea. During the New Zealand airspace, the Demon King literally destroyed the Allied forces, leaving little weapons left. Supplies such as ammunition and oil were more and more lacking.

Weapons were often dented and damaged. It was a cluster showing the status of tanks or fighters brought by the Demon Prince. There are also tanks with fumes blowing out of the engines as if they were going to explode right away. Nevertheless, the rifle fuses with the undead, which does not work well, and even a handful of it exerts tremendous power.

The fighter drops the rider down, spilling all its bombs. Ordinary fighter pilots either return to their base at the end of their bombs and resupply to the front lines or finish the mission as it was. But the people driving the fighters now are dead bodies that have begun to be moved again by dark magic after they die. They begin to rush down to fulfill their master's orders.

Hey, hey, hey!

The sound of the fighter engines is gradually descending to the ground. Please don't let the bombs fall on your side. The soldiers pull the trigger and look up.

"Fuck, fuck!"

You throw down your weapon and start scattering. However, the arrival speed of the fighter was too fast.

Kuaang!

A dollar per capita drone turned into a rapidly moving bomb. The corpses of the soldiers scatter around the incoming fighters. There were more soldiers suffering from injuries.

"Kamikazedaa!"

"Suicide attack! Evacuate now, you bastards!"

Boom, boom!

The bombed-out fighters drop one by one into an allied camp. The goal was to find a place with the remaining Allied troops, or a building with large numbers of soldiers. Of course, the Allied Forces were fed up with the Democratic Army, who came back with a concept that was only used by the old Japanese Imperial Army during World War II as a fool, that it dropped more than a missile, but crashed into a fighter.

Of course, the bombing was possible in the background of the Democratic Army, which was able to put real supplies on a fighter plane, rather than handling fighter pilots like the former Japanese Empire. Aircraft pilots on the corpses of coalition troops in New Zealand, even though they were not easy to find, they were very difficult to find.

Allied forces have slowed down attacks on tanks and fighter bombings, bombings, and suicide attacks. In the meantime, the undead have begun to enter the city.

Boom!

A skeleton wedged between the zombies smashes the door of a house with its feet. Along the skeleton, a group of undead pours into the house. The sound of gunfire, shouting and screaming echoes through the house. But wait a minute. Soon the house remained silent. When the invading undead return from their homes, their weapons are covered in blood.

Such sights occurred simultaneously and in multiple places on the battlefield. As soon as the human race lost its dominant tactic, a long-range firefight, the damage began to spill exponentially. Above all, the market war, where vision and distance were not secured and the support firepower could not be better provided, was truly an undead standoff.

If it was meant to be, a retreat order would have been issued by now. The longer the time, the more collateral damage the Demon King can inflict. However, the command never gave the order to retreat. If this were an ordinary battlefield, I would order a retreat without a word, but behind them there are 300,000 civilians on the run. If this place is breached, civilians will remain exposed to enemy attacks. Without compassion, without compassion, just in front of the eyes of the demons that are killing and advancing every living human.

But I couldn't stay like this. If we stay like this, we are literally extinct. No, it's destruction. Literally not a single one of them could survive.

Miller had no choice but to make a decision.

"What's the status of the civilians?"

"Most of the people who lived in the western outskirts left Canberra, but some remained in the center and east."

Grrr!

Miller sharpened his teeth.

"I can't help it. Retreat all troops. After retreating, attack the second line as a line of defense for the Anzag Parade. I can't eat or die in this situation. Keep the 2nd and 6th Brigades on the defensive line and slowly retreat the rest from the rear."

"Four!"

Miller made the Anzag Parade a battle point that allowed him to gain visibility and spill his firepower inside Canberra.

From the east, the Allied forces have begun to retreat quietly, avoiding the horse-drawn hordes. Some risked their lives and were tasked with protecting this point until their allies retreated.

The infantry leaves first, followed by an army of elements in reverse.

Boom!

The tank continues to fire as it rotates its weapon. Dozens of undead who were crowded along the road were destroyed. But the undead keep coming back and forth.

Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

The Demon Lord enters as the Allied forces retreat. A chariot headed for the Demon army enters the town in an infinite orbit. You aim for a hidden house with troops pouring all sorts of bullets through the windows as a shield against the wall.

Boom!

The walls of the house flew away. The rubble rolls and the dust settles like a mist. A large hole was drilled through the wall and the interior of the second floor was exposed. Of course, the soldiers' attacks were silent. The Demon Lord's Tank has continued its march.

As such, Canberra's destiny begins to turn into a lighting fixture.

* * *

Jin-seok stepped on the accelerator. The car accelerated and sped up. However, the old car was so old that I didn't have the right strength. The bumpy ride was even worse. Moreover, even the speed that was raised soon had to be lowered by pressing the brake.

"Phew."

I let out a sigh. Jinsuk stuck his head on the steering wheel and let his head cool for a moment.

The burnt car repeatedly stood on its way because of flooding of refugees. India and the convoy of refugees who occupied the roads continued from inside Canberra to the outskirts. It was a movement in the opposite direction from the western edge of Canberra to the eastern edge where the battle was taking place. However, I could not yell at those who were fleeing. I had to endure it for the image. Rather, the rugged refugees were looking at the car in Jinseok. It was because the car in Jinseok was obstructing the way to escape.

Eventually, Jin got out of the car.

I can barely move, but it's hard to get through the crowd. This is how a salmon feels going back to lay its eggs of harsh water. I wanted to move forward with my sword, but I couldn't do it. Jinsuk should have remained a person with ordinary physical abilities in a good image.

Jin has activated a communicator to contact Charles.

"Mr. Charles, can you hear me?"

[Yes, I can hear you.]

"Where are you now?"

[Well, I don't know what Australian streets are .]

Jinsuk sighed again.

"What about the others?"

[Everyone is near me.]

"Do you see the battlefield?"

[Yes, I can see very well that 'bang' and 'bang' are coming up on the roof.]

A faint sound of thunder and a sudden flash of light have been heard as far as the battlefield and the faraway gem. Every time there's a storm, the refugees pass by, they flinch with fear.

"I'm going to be a little late to the scene. There are so many refugees, I can't drive."

[Why don't you run like us?]

"Please don't compare your physical abilities to my physical abilities as a normal human being."

The building PPSO is using as a Node is located on the outskirts of Canberra, also at the western end. Completely opposite the battlefield to Canberra. That's why I couldn't be sent straight to the battlefield because I received a request for backup. Above all, there is only one vehicle in PPSO. We can't burn all the superpowers. However, it is hard to transport superpowers back and forth. When it was time to move all the superpowers, it was more likely that the war would end, or that the situation would become more and more volatile. Stuck in such a difficult situation, the absurd and superpowers made a very simple decision that no one else could imagine.

"By the way, what is your physical ability to jump on your feet and get there before the car?"

[But Ueron complains about being slow, so he's not annoying. Oh, wait a minute! People talk!]

"Ahaha, I see God is well, too."

You hear Charles arguing over the comms. The only voice you hear is Charles', so you're probably talking to the god inside him.

"How does the situation look?"

[It's hard to see because of the buildings, but I can't say it's good enough. I heard they're flanking the perimeter, but I think they're in the center of the city.]

"Looks like the first line of defense is pushed back and the second line is pinned down in a hurry."

He said that the truth is worth knowing.

Huh?

You hear Charles' voice over the comms. Impressions that are usually used when you are surprised, meaningless. A voice filled with ominous energy.

"Is something wrong?"

Jinseok asked Charles.

[It looks like the second line of defense has been breached as well.]

Charles' words were a substantial death sentence for the Allied forces.