Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Prologue

The sun rose from the east, its warm light creeping across the land, dispelling the darkness and revealing a grim scene of life and death.

It illuminated not only the living but also the scars of destruction that marred the northeastern continent, also known as Antares.

Rows of cannons stood defiant, their barrels aimed at the advancing line of mechanical monstrosities. These towering machines, as large as houses, moved with a grinding precision. Their articulated, multi-pedal legs dug into the ground as they marched forward, their stinger-like appendages glowing ominously with an otherworldly light. They were scarabs—scorpion-like machines of war, relentless and terrifying. 

"Fire!" 

The command echoed across the battlefield. 

Papapapapapa! 

Dodododododon! 

The air filled with thunderous noise as dozens of cannons unleashed their fury. Smoke and fire erupted from their barrels, a blend of outdated muzzle-loaders and modern breech-loaders working in unison. Shells screamed through the air, finding their marks among the ranks of the advancing scarabs. 

Above, the skies came alive with a different kind of battle. Wyverns and falcons swooped through the air, their wings cutting through the smoke-filled sky. They dropped payloads of incendiary and high-explosive bombs, the explosions rippling through the ranks of metallic giants below. 

The combined attack staggered the scarabs. Some collapsed under the relentless barrage, their legs crumpling as they belched smoke. Others hesitated, their glowing stingers dimming momentarily as they absorbed the punishing blows. 

But then they didn’t stop. The scarabs pressed forward, their articulated legs grinding against the torn earth. Their forward arms flickered with an intense burst of light. 

Several gunners of the Antares Alliance immediately cried out, clutching at their eyes as they staggered back, blinded by the high-intensity lasers. Over time — sound and smell of burning flesh filled the air as the heat seared through skin and cloth. Screams echoed as the slow acting beams swept indiscriminately, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. 

Panic rippled through the defenders. Soldiers abandoned their posts, fleeing from the infernal machines, while others fell to their knees in terror, shielding their eyes. The beams ignited ammunition stockpiles, triggering a chain of deafening explosions. Fireballs erupted among the ranks, sending debris and bodies flying in a chaotic maelstrom. 

As the scarabs stingers lit up, the battlefield situation descended further. The glowing stingers extended, transforming into twin rail cannons. Bolts of blue-white energy crackled along the rails before discharging with a deafening crack, releasing arcs of lightning that tore through the rows of cannons and infantry. The bolts leapt from target to target, electrocuting men where they stood and reducing artillery pieces to molten scrap. 

In the skies above, the wyverns and falcons swooped valiantly, their riders hurling incendiaries and explosives in desperation. But the scarabs retaliated with abnormal accuracy. Blinding lasers seared through the air, forcing the aerial beasts into erratic dives to avoid the beams. Some riders screamed as their mounts were struck mid-flight, plummeting to the ground in fiery spirals. The air became a graveyard of falling debris and dead riders. 

The defenders lines buckled and broke under the unstoppable blitz. What had started as a valiant stand quickly devolved into a massacre. The outpost was soon reduced to a smoking ruin. 

As the scarabs marched forward, they left no room for recovery. Their mechanical limbs crushed bodies and shattered the remnants of artillery, ensuring no survivors could regroup. They pushed relentlessly toward the nearby settlements, their glowing stingers firing intermittently at anything that moved.