Consequence of Power - Modern Weapons Cheat In Another World Kai

Shaping Operation

Kazuya clocked three minutes. Maybe five, maybe ten, he didn't check. Ibuki reported flying griffons. The scimitars must've hit the jackpot earlier or the typhoon had them migrating somewhere else.

All that mattered was they had local air superiority. But for goodness sake, the shrieks cannot stop. It pierced the chugging and crackling. Even with the venerable M2HB reshaping everyone's innards via kinetic energy and overpressure and deafening their ears, the heart-wavering roars and sinister croaks just seemed to become vindictive despite everything they tossed.

The loaches still buzzed with the Duchy's lizards and vampires laying down six rotary barrels of 7.62×51mm NATO, magic, rocks, and magic rocks. But how long were those barrels spinning? That was the question.

"Hey you, the one using fire magic!"

"Yes?!"

"Do you think you can get rid of the heat on this thing?! At this rate, we're gonna start melting barrels before the spares cool down!"

The M113 commander pointed at the pile of barrels showered with a constant stream of water.

"W-with pleasure!"

With a glowing scepter, a mirage rose from the barrel. The commander gave a thumbs up and everyone's innards had less of a moment for rest.

The radioman elbowed Kazuya's arm. He moved his head closer.

"Scouts are seeing monsters retreating the kill zones. We've built up a good wall with those carcasses just before the birds are Winchester (out of ammo)."

Kazuya rose, took his rifle, and climbed up the M113. He peeked through the scope. Yep, it sure as hell beats the Tokyo rush hour.

"Get Aoba on the horn. I want every mother in this city sewing masks and those loaches doing their due diligence on the property around the carcasses before we hand out the insurance money!"

"On it!"

Kazuya sat on the roof and let his legs hang on the APC's front slope. But once his legs began to relax, his head got heavy. So he spun his canteen cap off and got a swig rather than a flow.

Honestly.

An explosion rocked the air. Its echo was unlike the bullets clapping or a Hydra 70 flechette warhead. It was far away, instant, but it was powerful.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Commander Aoba just cleared Aardvarks to go hot on mavericks at earthworks."

Just like Chitose. Always thinking two steps ahead. One soldier securing the encirclement is one out of the fight. With the spectacle, some might use the chance to weasel their way out and get dragged back into the fight, hopeless.

Kazuya tapped the M113 commander. "Open the ramp. Get the birds ready for casevac!"

The commander nodded, and Kazuya slid down.

"Clear the ramp! You three, hustle up! Makino, lend a guy from your squad!"

"Asano, you're up!"

"Sir!"

With three of his babysitters and an extra joining him, the ramp descended. "We're getting them out of here! Move–!"

Did his eyes deceive him? Up north, erected by the wall, was a tavern with a red cross hanging on a closed window.

"Belay that order. We're taking a detour!"

Kazuya went ahead, coming across a nurse from the road leading to the gate, lumbering two crates of blue round vials. He snapped his fingers and pointed toward her, and two of his guys moved ahead.