The World of Masks

Probably the longest night in Canberra. The radiant sunlight shines on the tragedy of last night.

I expected it, but the city was worse than I thought. The windows of the shop shattered and the houses collapsed. You can also see the house where the cannonball was originally hit and completely squashed. The cracked and broken asphalt is a dummy. Fragments of battleships that were completely destroyed as a result of carrying silent tanks and kamikazes with blackened grime, and guns that were lying around showing the intensity and urgency of the battle.

Soldiers' corpses were also packed. An enormous number of allied corpses were piled up on Anzag Parade Road just east of Canberra, forming a primary defense line, and a secondary defense line. And it wasn't just there. Other points of retreat suggest that the soldiers' bodies have been scattered.

Even the fragments of the Undead make the city look even more desolate. Rather, looking at the piles of bones and piles of dead bodies, Canberra itself was mistaken for a massive cemetery. The numbers were such that it was hard to find a place to set foot on the undead bodies at major battle points and main roads.

But the real tragedy was different. The bodies of the Canberra civilians who were caught up with the undead on the way to the refuge and were unilaterally slaughtered.

Clearly, the body count was less than the Allied forces. Despite being brutally massacred by the undead and running away, others trampled them to death in a short period of time, but each and every one of them did not die as massively as in modern warfare. But fewer than a Allied warrior, absolute numbers are enough. Over three orders of magnitude, close to four orders of magnitude have died. Moreover, it felt even more tragic to share fighters with non-combatants because of their modern nature to keep them from engaging in combat.

The scene was devastating. The bodies were the only ones who could keep their bodies intact, even if they were stabbed in the back. Humans who had their arms and legs cut off and had no necks, as well as dead bodies with their bodies sprayed two cavities or blood and intestines, revealing their bones clearly. The humans who were trampled by the same humans while fleeing were crushed to death with their intestines ruptured and their bones crushed, bleeding through all the holes. There were also corpses with obvious signs of collapse in the body.

The bodies were of the same age as the gender. There were no men, women, children, or old men buried in the mountains of this corpse.

It was the situation in Canberra that welcomed the PPSO's superpowers who had won the battle and returned to Canberra with confidence.

There was no shout of cheer or scattered pollen. Rather, only the dreadful aura of death welcomed them. In this shocking situation, superpowers were unable to speak.

" Too harmful."

One of the superpowers mutters. Charles, who returned with them, strongly agreed with them. I felt like I would unconsciously get a acronym. But my mouth doesn't fall off. The fuzzy smoke, the puffy veil, the visible horror and the distant faint sound of it all cluttered Charles' mouth.

" This is real ."

In the end, that was all I said. Neither did the sentence end. The superpowers walk around blindly, as if they were undead, fighting to the death. They already had no joy and excitement in winning. All that remained, as if it had been covered in cold cold water, was the dreadful emptiness and emptiness.

Through the second defense line, past the outskirts of Canberra, they make it to the civilian carnage area where the undead invaded the deepest.

No one opened their mouths. Apparently, they struck back from here last night. I also witnessed the death of many civilians. But at that time, the darkness of the night obscured the horror to some extent, and a violent battle scattered their nerves. Those who could finally face the horror that had been revealed under the bright sun had to be stiff as an anvil.

" ."

No one said anything. When I found the body of a child who was probably just three years old, covered in tangled corpses, my teeth cracked open.

A group of soldiers are cleaning up the battlefield. Their faces were hardened as well. No one said a word, so I picked up the bodies quietly. A soldier, who was collecting the corpse with his intestines open, ran to one side to see if he couldn't stand it.

"Yuck!"

Sour vomit spills from his mouth. You see a few more soldiers in the same situation next to the soldier who is making vomit.

The other soldiers silently placed the bodies on the pavement and covered the white cloth with unknown where they had been airborne. At the very least, the body was fortunate enough to be laid in one piece. Some bodies were slaughtered and couldn't be found.

"You were here."

Someone approaches the party from behind. I turned my head to no one. There was a boulder coming from behind.

"Sir, you're here."

"Yes, thank you all."

I smiled brightly at the superpowers while looking tired. But his appearance was far from bright. Her hair was frizzy and tangled around and her clothes were crumpled. Even laughter forced me to make a stain. Rather, the appearance of him trying to smile brightly emphasized his awkwardness even more.

"Why did you come back to the headquarters to rest?"

He said so, and looked around once.

" Not a very good view either."

This area is not a good place to come back from a fierce war and relax.

"You must be tired. Go back and get some rest. As I said on the phone, you deserve it."

After escorting all the warriors and wounded among the superpowers. The people here were fine, or even wounded, and only had a slight whiff.

Shaking his head, Charles rejects Shira's offer of authenticity.

"No, I'm fine. You know how strong we are. This level of fatigue is really okay. And now I can't seem to rest in my mind."

Charles rolls up his sleeves. You walk to the place where the soldiers are working hard to clean up the mess. Followed by the rest of the superpowers. It was like an arm in the back.

I didn't catch them anymore if I knew what they were thinking.

The soldiers greeted the superpowers. They have eyes and ears. Many were saved by superpowers after being ravaged by the undead. I knew for sure who could save Canberra. To the Allied forces, PPSOs and superpowers were no longer unaware of the war.

As the superpowers who slapped the heavy machinery were inflicted, the pre- and post-processing was speeding up. The superpowers try to recover before and after, forgetting their fatigue.

When the superpowers were holding an arm to the anterior and posterior restoration, the real work was also busy.

There were a lot of work to be done and not enough manpower.

I made a report to the United Nations and called for backup so I could get a grasp of the situation as soon as possible. I took a break from many of the superpowers who volunteered to recover before and after. The war is not over now. However, it is not a truce. You barely managed to defeat an enemy that was swarming with destruction. Given the current damage, if something like the raid that happened last night happened again, this time, Canberra would be completely destroyed.

We spoke with the remaining coalition forces and strengthened surveillance of all the portals in Australia by pushing insufficient manpower to the limit. A few superpowers were attached to the portals around Canberra to send a coalition force, and a local police force was deployed to the rest of Australia.

We had to take care of the citizens of Canberra during the escape. Stabilizing those who were overwhelmed with extreme horror was a top priority. And they needed water, food, and shelter. Residents living in the west of Canberra were relatively fine, with their residence relatively intact and their introduction ending early from where the undead attacked. However, the problem was the people who lived in the Mad East directly after the Undead attack. East of Canberra was the main battlefield. Of course, the place they lived in was destroyed. Moreover, those who were slaughtered directly by the undead were also these people. There were many people who were afraid to go home. I needed supplies to feed them and put them to sleep.

There was also a shortage of medical staff and supplies. The hospital in Canberra was already full of wounded soldiers and civilians. There were casualties piled up in the hallways of the hospital and even healing in the parking lot of the hospital.

In a nutshell. I didn't even notice where to start. He used all the remaining administrative and military force in Canberra, but he seemed like an operative when it would be complete.