The World of Masks

"Oh, sir!"

Contrary to Barnett's calm reply, the woman called the hipper frowned and spoke to the communicator.

"Chancellor, there are too many enemies here!"

Qajik!

Swing a lamppost to lower one undead to the waist. Swinging a streetlight around in force, the undead are literally beating out a weak voice against the communicator, and Barnett loses his words as he whines. It was quite a silent nature, and it was Barnett who didn't say much except what he usually needed to say, but it was definitely different from not saying much.

[But you seem to be holding up pretty well. That should be enough for you two.]

"Oh, you're going to leave a fragile woman in this bloody battlefield, are you?"

'Fragile ?'

Barnett tilts his head toward the undead, struck by her lamppost and flying far away. Obviously, the current blow was six when it came to cricket. A woman who easily boasts such a blow is fragile. I used to think she was a stubborn woman, but I never thought she'd be so hateful. Instead of being scared without a drop of sweat, he felt muscle pain, his skin gets worse when he sleeps late, and when he saw the hipper pushing on President Kim Jin-seok, he felt even a fear of the inner self.

'Let's keep our mouths shut for now.'

I don't want to interrupt the conversation, but her attention might come this way. Barnett quietly starts looking for heavy objects to throw again.

"Oh, come on! Say something!"

Barnett's origins are colorless, and the attention of the hipper returns to him. It seemed like they were asking for reinforcements. He sighs deeply and grabs the communicator.

"This should be enough for me and her. If you need assistance, please send it to a different urgent location."

"Wait, Mr. Barnett, what are you saying right now !"

The hipper yells at Barnett in surprise, but the words of authenticity from the communicator are quicker.

[Oh, that's a relief. Honestly, Canberra is too big and refugees are scattered all over the country, so there's a shortage of manpower. The Allied forces are so fierce that they don't need any help. This is the way to help them. If you two can make it, this is a relief.]

"The roads are not so wide here, and the enemies are better than anywhere else. You don't have to worry about that."

[Then I'll believe you. If this is an emergency, please contact us right away.]

"I'll do that."

The message ended and we lost communication.

"Wait, you. What are you doing?"

Here she comes, her hysteria. The incoming undead swoops over the undead like they're no more than interruptors, and her face literally slams across the roof, giving her a heavier pressure than the continuing undead. Barnett sighs as long as he can while restraining his flinching feet from escaping.

"Honestly, it's not enough. No, it's actually kind of easy. What if we take the troops from the other side in a situation like this and they collapse?"

"Tsk!"

The hipper pounces. However, I only expressed offensive emotions, but I didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, the hipper was not completely conceptual. It was a pretty face and long body that was usually given to men like the Queen, so I was strong and willing to lean on others more, but I could understand it all the time.

'Where is it?'

Barnett tilts himself, saying he has never met a worse colleague.

* * *

On the other hand, unlike the fairly relaxing distance between Hipper and Barnett, there was a very violent battle going on.

"Hot!"

A man with black hair who looks Asian smiles with his hands extended in front of him.

Bloop!

A spark rises from the tip of your hand. Clear heat and light. It was an unbelievable sight, but it was definitely a flame.

Tuhuahhhh!

The flame extends straight out. The flames from the flamethrowers. The flames radiated like CG struck the approaching undead.

The undead have marched on high heat. The clothes worn by the zombies, as well as the rapidly ripe flesh, begin to burn and the skeleton's bones turn black and crumble.

Hot Stones!

The man squeezes his hand. The flame that was flashing forward disappeared like a lie. Black soot and undead debris are all over the place where the flames have passed. Dozens of undead disappeared in an instant. But it was not time for the man to rest. Another undead is approaching, trampling on the ruins of the Undead.

"This is crazy, really."

Sandoval, a PPSO powerhouse, muttered, lightly furrowing his hands that still felt hot. Unlike Barnett and the hippers, the area was too wide. Personal abilities outrank skeletons and zombies, but the number of enemies is a problem. If he's surrounded, he's in danger. Besides, there's a group of refugees right behind you. It's because there are as many refugees as there are wide roads. It was a reason to block this street more thoroughly than anywhere else.

When Sandoval was in trouble, he revealed something that would make his head hurt even more.

Queek! Queek! Queek!

The sound of infinite orbits rolling. A heavy tank approaches you from afar.

"Oh, my God."

I've already heard from the enemy that the Allied troop tanks and fighters have fallen over. Fortunately, the plane ran out of bombs and exploded, but it wasn't a tank. The cannon doesn't seem to be moving, rather than aiming this way, as if it was all used up. But what scares the tank is not just the strong cannon. Strong defensive power and heavy weight alone could pose a threat.

'Will my power work?'

I don't know if any of the people I saw in the PPSO had God in them, but I don't know if they can destroy a tank with just a few Gods.

'I've never dealt with a tank.'

The superpowers did a few things with each other, like a light struggle. Moreover, it was really a formality. We can't use our power against judges who can't even understand their own abilities. The PPSO's experiments did not take precedence over their combat abilities, as it was a priority to determine the limits of their power. Moreover, I never thought that even if I fought, I would be able to deal with the Tank because I thought the opponent was a monster or undead man.

'We have to.'

Luckily, you're not the only one here. There were also three other PPSO colleagues. Moreover, if this place is breached, refugees who have not yet escaped will be directly exposed to the attack.

Sandoval aims for the coming tank. The infinite orbit rushes ahead, building everything in its path. Sandoval begins to move, literally crushing the undead around him.

"I got that one! Behind you!"

Sandoval starts running without listening to his colleagues. Enhanced flesh raises his speed. Sandoval literally crushes the surrounding undead and arrives in front of the tank in no time. Sandoval breathes fire into the tank without hesitation.

Glug-ug-ug!

The tank is covered by a red flame with a radius of 5m to the origin. The undead, which have reached their attack range, remain on fire. Sandoval continues to breathe fire.

Squeeze!

"Damn it!"

Sandoval pushes back as hard as he can. The tank has advanced straight through the flames as if this level of flame were not enough. I don't think his flames will be able to move the tank's thick gloves.

'If so .'

Sandoval has taken another leap. You climb over the gloves of the tank to the top of the tank. You notice a metal plate blocking the entrance above the tank.

"Suck!"

Sandoval picks up the handle on the lid and gives you strength. The vein on his forearm is exposed and the muscles protrude.

"Aggggghhh!"

I wonder how long Sandoval has been empowering Sandoval by squeezing out his breastfeeding strength.

Kwajijijik!

The lid that was blocking the opening of the tank was slightly torn off.

That's it!

You don't have to tear it all out. All it takes is a little gap.

At the crack, Sandoval pushes the fire with power.

Glug glug!

A hot flame erupts from inside the tank.

Bang! Bang!

You hear an electronic explosion inside. The hazy smoke begins to seep through the cracks.

Boom!

You hear something exploding inside. The tram's infinite trajectory slowly begins to stop.

Whoa!

You hear a shout from behind you. He glances back and sees the cheer from the refugees who stared at him from afar with anxious eyes. Sandoval grins with white teeth. I felt a thick satisfaction. I wanted to wave a big hand, but the battle is not over yet. Sandoval turns his gaze down at the tank to wipe out the rest of the undead.

Squeeze it!

Queek! Queek! Queek!

Sandoval turns his head in panic. Two more tanks rush in from afar. Sandoval's face distorted.