Girls' Frontline Fanfiction: Tsar of the Mountain

The Inherited 91st Wish

"...D-...Dad?" The shockwave from the explosions hit M7 like a punch to the gut. She stumbled backward in a daze. Flames reflected in her eyes as the dilapidated carcass of the Ural truck burned. The sounds around her muffled as her mind only focused on the truck. "...Dad?" She stumbled forward. "Da-!" Only for bolts of plasma to pelt her from above as a Strelet took position in an abandoned building next to her.

"M7!" A-545 called out to her, but her words were drowned out by the ongoing battle. Paradeus continued to press their line and most of the t-dolls were down to one or two dummy links. The armless Doppelsoldner stared at the destroyed Ural for a few seconds as it processed that it had destroyed the truck and hydroponic basins. Once satisfied, its massive form turned towards Griffin's line and the remaining two trucks. "It's after the trucks! NTW!?"

"She's out!" NZ75 replied as she ducked down to avoid a volley of plasma. NTW had shut down shortly after the Rodelero's attack.

"Springfield, Mondragon, focus on the Doppelsoldner!" A-545 barked her orders as she finished reloading both her rifles and laid down suppressive fire for the snipers.

"..." The world continued as M7 sat on her knees staring at the burning Ural. A shadow loomed over her snapping her back to reality. A Strelet stood before her; her reflection stared back from its cold blue visor. Her pathetic reflection. Seeing herself kneeling down on the ground was pathetic. Infuriating. Worthless! "...!" In one swift motion, M7 grabbed her fireman's axe from off her back, sprang to her feet, and embedded the axe into the Strelet's neck. The Strelet, with its head half attached to its body, fell to the ground. The Paradeus forces around her, which had been ignoring her as a non-threat, turned to face the t-doll. The Doppelsoldner halted its advance and also turned to face M7 who was defiantly glaring at it. M7 threw her fireman's hat to the ground and ripped the gas mask off her face. Her short blue hair blew freely in the wind and her face was contorted in rage. Within her core, a switch flipped that activated her combat skill. "SET THE WORLD ON FIRE!" M7 lifted the wand of her flamethrower towards the Doppelsoldner. The special third tank on her flamethrower's rig kicked to life and flooded the system with Horris' own special concoction.

"!!!" The air itself burned and screamed as a wave of pure blue fire poured out of the flamethrower. Within two seconds, the entire front half of the Doppelsoldner's torso was nothing more than molten slag that plopped to the ground into a puddle of itself. The remaining rounds in its back-mounted cannon instantly cooked off throwing the still-burning remains of the mech across the battlefield.

"Holy shit!" MDR screamed as the heat wave from M7's blast could be felt even from across the battlefield. A haze descended and distorted the main street making it difficult to see.

"Stay down!" A-545 was getting overheated warnings on her HUD and she took off her winter coat. Paradeus' forces quickly forgot Griffin and turned their full attention to the unknown t-doll that just took out their mech.

"BURN IT TO THE GROUND!" M7 turned and sent another blast toward a group of Strelets that were hiding in a building. The flames poured over the wood and brick like a raging river. The wooden flooring and support beams instantly turned to ash and the bricks disintegrated under the immense heat. No one was sure if it was the flames or the Strelets that were screaming as their bodies hit the floor. The building collapsed sending burning debris into the street. The battlefield was turning into a hellscape as the blue flames started to spread. Fire foam poppers installed in M7's coat started to burst to keep her safe, but even the foam was sizzling away as M7 continued with another torrent of flames down the street. Her flamethrower's wand was glowing white and was barely holding its shape. "...?" M7 took a step towards another group of Strelets that almost seemed to cower from her when she noticed her arms felt weird. The fireman's coat's sleeves had disintegrated away and all the synthetic skin on her hands and arms up to her shoulders was burned off. Her metallic skeleton was starting to warp from the heat. "..." But, that didn't matter. There were more Paradeus to burn. Another tidal wave of flames poured over Paradeus' line melting the Strelets. The smell of burnt meat started to fill the air. M7 took another step towards Paradeus when her left arm fell off and melted into a pool of slag. Her right arm was barely any better, and the wand of her flamethrower was no longer usable. Warnings blared across her HUD as the heat started catching up with her. Using her arm's last moments, M7 unhooked the fuel tank's apparatus off her back and threw it as hard as she could. The tanks landed in front of a group of Strelets. And, as M7's skill ended a signal was sent to the apparatus causing all remaining fuel in the tanks to explode. The main street was a wall of fire and brimstone as a large portion of Paradeus' forces were engulfed in the blue flames. M7 felt her systems reaching their limits. She looked out into the flames. The intense heat was distorting her sensors. "...Dad..." She reached out to the flames only for her right arm to fall off into a puddle of slag. Her core started to shut down from the heat as her fireman's uniform couldn't protect her. "Da-"