The World of Masks

Charles leaps out of the house, creating a space between the undead and the refugees once the lightning has cleared the area. Lightning scorched the black bones and stepped on their feet.

People stare at you in horror and despair. A hero who appears at the Great Hall and saves lives when people in danger call for help. Charles felt that he was in a situation where he could title himself the hero he had always dreamed of as a child. But I didn't have the feeling that my breasts were full like I imagined or I wanted to hold on to the foam. There's only one thing I can feel. It was overwhelming anger.

"That's too much, seriously! '

I can see refugees who are in a mess with tears, blood and stains. I came out of the blue while I was sleeping, so I couldn't even put my clothes on properly, and I could see the people coming out of the pajama wind. Some people held their children tightly, some elderly people supported them, and some couples and couples holding hands tightly. They were diverse, but they had one thing in common. There was a dreadful horror on his face.

Charles looks away and looks around the refugee group. There was blood and corpses everywhere. The bodies were so horrifying that they could not be seen. The undead are telling us of the horror that has befallen the bodies that were killed and trampled by a group of refugees.

"Bastards!"

Charles has sharpened his teeth. I used to want to hear the cheer of saving lives and calling out to heroes, and that's the same thing now, but it's not like this. At least this corpse and horror wasn't in his head.

[Charles, they're coming.]

Uron's inside gives you a warning. Charles turns his head to look straight ahead. The undead, who lingered for a short while in a sudden flash of lightning, begin to come again. The Undead's movements are visible to refugees as well. They scream again and brawl. At this rate, it looks like something else will happen to the same people before they die. No, you won't.

In order to stop it, we must eliminate the threats themselves.

Charles raises his hand to the sky. You concentrate your mind and awaken the enormous power within your body, the power of Ueron's fragment.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

His hands and arms began to howl with a light, clear white cerebral glare.

"Haaaaa!"

Along with the synthesis, Charles reaches out his winded hand forward.

Kuaaaa!

A thunderstorm like an oar flows forward. The blue lightning stretched from the earth, not lightning struck from the sky, releasing its power along its course without pity. An army of undead is slowly advancing toward the brink of killing a living soul. High-energy chain lightning, which was once called God's wrath, and the lightning made by Ueron's power swept the undead away with overwhelming power.

Ugh!

When Charles reaches for it, the lightning bolt quickly hides its mark. The time of the lightning was short. It's as if those turbulent lightning turbulences had never existed.

Parker! Pizza!

Even a small amount of lightning that remained on the ground disappeared.

The refugees who closed their eyes and ears to the light and sound of lightning carefully opened their eyes and closed their ears. I no longer see the streetlight shining on the path of what the lightning just touched. Darkness settles around you.

At that time, the clouds that had been heavily obscured until now slowly walked. Thanks to the moonlight that appeared above Canberra, refugees were able to understand the situation in a daze. In front of their eyes, a man's back was blurred as if he was guarding them. And there was more stuff down ahead than that guy. It did not look as clear as relying on the faint moonlight alone. But I knew enough about what they were. The monsters that have driven themselves into such horror and despair, they are all lying in front of him now.

"Sa, are you alive?"

Someone said in a crying voice. Is it because of relief, or because of the victims, or because of the horrors so far? One thing was certain, though tiny in that voice, there was no doubt that hope existed.

"Aha, Aha, I'm alive!"

"Whoa!"

No more threats. The moment they realized that, they shouted. There were some strangers next to him who hugged and cried, some who held their hands high in the sky and cried for joy, and some who held their hands together and offered this joy to God in the form of prayer.

Charles glances back. Extremely developed but his vision could be seen relatively clearly ahead, even under this faint moonlight. That's how happy the refugees are now.

"Like ."

Charles mutters.

"Is this the taste of heroes?"

The admiration of people made his heart tremble with pure joy and joy, not with eyes, proud fame, piles of bankruptcy, and attractive women.

"You must be addicted."

[It's okay to be addicted to that.]

Ueron told his contractor:

[But I think we should start moving again. Looks like there's still a lot of them in the city.]

"I hope so. We mustn't fall behind with the others."

Other PPSO colleagues are already spreading to and from downtown Canberra to stop the enemy. Since then, there has been no time to be lazy as it is the first superpower and maximum power of the autonomous PPSO.

Seeing refugees cheerfully expressing their full joy, Charles moves again and disappears to the other side.

"Go, he's gone."

A person notices Charles is missing, dumbfounded. No one looked first at where Charles had been. There was no one there.

"Who was it?"

Then the refugees began to roar as if they had realized the existence of the person who saved them.

"He's definitely a superpower. He's the superpower of PPSO!"

Someone said out loud. Then I remembered the UN's recent direct-management device in the heads of refugees.

"Superpowers? Holding gods from another world?"

"Really?"

"But I can think of no one else."

Refugees shared their opinions. At that time, one of the refugees shouted loudly.

"Let's get out of here first! Just in case, we need to get out of this city!"

Just in case. It will tell you of the coming undead. It reminds me of that horrifying memory. My body trembles. The refugees are starting to stand up one by one. They set out on the road of escape again, leading the difficult path. There is no destination. I just want to get out of this horrible city. They are afraid of another misfortune, but they continue to walk their way out of Canberra with a new hope that is spreading.

* * *

1t is hit by a zombie by a car that looks like it's about to jump into the air.

Kwachachang!

The window breaks and the body crumbles like a chimney. Even the zombies under the car are destroyed beyond recognition.

"Hiya!"

I flashed another car next to the one that looked like it would be 2m tall enough. He throws the car again, boasting of his machined power.

Kwajic!

Several of the approaching zombies are trapped under the car. The undead's immortal nature keeps them from crushing their heads, and a zombie crawls back with a broken body, but the combat strength clearly falls significantly.

"Haha!"

Next to the heavy side, a tall woman swung her long head and knelt. A large streetlight, several times her height, drawn right next to her, swings transversely.

Quack, quack! Kwajic!

A horde of undead marches into the future at once. Zombies fly like weevils with incredible power that cannot be thought of as a swing by a woman of that figure. Among them were skeletons.

"Oh, come on! Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep!"

Kuang!

The woman raises her whole body high and strikes the nearest zombie, literally turning it into bread, screaming hysterically. Unlike her, who complained constantly, she quietly threw away the heavy objects that were beside her. Later, he picks up a truck and pushes it into a swarm of undead like a knight charging a horse.

Quasique!

The undead have been destroyed with all sorts of sounds. Unlike the undead who have plagued the Allied forces so far, the undead have been too helpless to allow their attacks.

[Mr. Barnett, Mr. Hipper. What's your status?]

"Are you the Chancellor?"

The man called Barnett, who threw another car, replied to the authentic words heard from the communicator.