"KILL THEM ALL!"
One elf roared and he charged down the alleyway with a handful of others at his side.
They were brimming with confidence, with their bodies reinforced by magic that made them nearly impervious to conventional attacks. Their boosted strength and unbreakable will seemed invincible, requiring either mightier magic or seriously heavy firepower to stand a chance.
But Woods and Price had exactly that.
Without hesitation, they unleashed a torrent of .338 and .50 caliber rounds from their machine guns, and the sound of gunfire tearing through the narrow alley. The elves' magical barriers flickered under the relentless barrage, and some were violently thrown back, as their magically enhanced bodies buckled under the weight of the heavy rounds.
Meanwhile, Polities drew a steel sword from his [Dimensional Storage], while his eyes locked on the tall elf, Den'nis, and charged toward him with a burst of speed,
Den'nis, moving just as fast, met Polites head-on, bringing one of his swords down in a powerful lightning-fast swing. Polites countered with an upward slash, and their blades collided in a shower of sparks, while their faces inches apart and glared into each other's eyes.
"Just drop dead already," Den'nis taunted as a smirk curled his lips.
"Not a chance," Polites shot back and pushed the tall elf away with a surge of strength.
Den'nis wasted no time and followed up with a fast swing from his second blade, but Polites expertly parried it. Undeterred, Den'nis thrust his first sword toward Polities' face, but Polities narrowly dodged by jerking his head to the side.
"Impressive reflexes," Den'nis remarked.as both fighters took a few steps back, sizing each other up.
Polites summoned a dagger from his pocket dimension, now dual-wielding as he charged at Den'nis once more. He aimed a fierce downward slash with his sword, but Den'nis anticipated the move, dodging to the right with a fluid sidestep.
Sensing an opening, Den'nis attempted to drive his second sword into Polities' exposed back, but Polites reacted instantly and brought his own sword up to block the attack.
"You're wide open!" Polites exclaimed.
With a quick shift in momentum, Polities followed up with an upward slash, and his blade grazed Den'nis' chest plate, leaving a thin gash. Den'nis stumbled back as his hand instinctively moved to the mark on his armor, and his eyes flared with rage as he stared at Polities.
"Damn you, Third Civilization barbarian!" Den'nis spat with venom in his voice.
Polities smirked as he twirled his sword in his hand. "Barbarian or not, you're the one bleeding."
Meanwhile, Belinski skillfully dodged Judis' wild claw swings, moving with inhuman speed that left the demihuman increasingly frustrated and surprised.
"Stand still, you bloody human!" Judis roared, his anger rising with every missed attack.
Belinski, eyes sharp, spotted an opening. In a fluid motion, he delivered a powerful uppercut to Judis' face.
With his military training kicking him, he grabbed the demihuman and executed a swift judo slam that sent Judis crashing into the ground followed by delivering a brutal kick to his face before he could recover.
"Now what are you going to do, huh?" Belinski asked mockingly.
Judis' eyes blazed with fury. "I'm going to stain my claws with your inferior blood, Monkeigh! That's what I'm going to do!"
"Try it, Alien Mutant scum!" Belinski shouted back with his own racist side showing.
Judis lunged again, readying his claws to tear. But Belinski sidestepped effortlessly and retaliated with a lightning-fast left jab to Judis' face, followed by two sharp punches to the gut and a vicious right hook to the face. He finished the combo with a crushing left uppercut and a forceful kick, sending Judis staggering back.
"Is that all you've got, human?" The demihuman sneered, trying to recover. "I remember Járngrepier's power is limited each day. What will you do when it fades? All you have left is that useless flintlock."
Belinski smirked. "Just one."
"Huh?"
"Price! Everyone! I'm using it!" Belinski cried out to everyone.
Immediately, the humans and Polites instantly braced themselves, as if they knew something catastrophic was coming.
Before the elves could make sense of the situation, Belinski tapped his Spatial Ring twice, and a massive object materialized in his hands.
"What… what is that?" one elf asked in curiosity.
What Belinski had summoned was a weapon designed to be set on aircraft and armored vehicles, a monstrosity capable of shredding through armored ranks.
The GAU-10 "Dragon's Breath."
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"It's a good time to run," Belinski said with a cold smile as his finger was already resting on the trigger.
Tap!
The moment he squeezed the trigger, the three-barrel Gatling gun spun rapidly and whirled to life, spitting out hundreds of .50 BMG rounds with a deafening roar.
Eyes wide with panic, Judis leaped into the air and narrowly avoided the oncoming storm of bullets, as his instincts had screamed danger just before Belinski fired, giving him a precious second to react.
BRRRRRRRRT!!
More elves from Lance's gang had lately arrived and rushed down the narrow alleyway in a rush, only to collide headlong into a wall of minigun fire. Sparks flew as the rounds ricocheted off the armor-like magical shields on their bodies, lighting up the dark alley. But even the magic barriers couldn't hold forever.
The elves slowed, and their advance was stopped under the sheer force of the bullets slamming into their bodies. One by one, their protective barriers cracked and splintered under the hail of gunfire. Panic flashed in their eyes as they realized the magic that shielded them was failing.
In the confined space of the alley, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to take cover. It was a deathtrap.
"HAHAHAHAHA!! CRY SOME MORE!!!" Belinski cried out with sadistic glee. He wielded the Gatling gun as if it weighed nothing, as the gauntlet on his arm granted him superhuman strength.
Finally, the magic protection shattered into sparks, leaving the elves exposed, and the .50 BMG rounds no longer faced any arcane resistance as they punched through flesh and bone.
In seconds, the front ranks of elves were ripped apart, sending their limbs flying and blood spraying the walls.
It was a carnage. The elves' morale collapsed as quickly as their defenses, and their bodies tore apart like paper.
Realizing his forces were being decimated far faster than expected, Den'nis abandoned his fight with the Polites and appeared in front of the remaining members of his crew before conjuring a magic shield, straining to block the barrage of bullets. But even that shield trembled and was already showing signs of cracking under the barrage of hot lead.
"How… how can a mere human wield such devastation?" Den'nis gasped in disbelief.
Belinski kept the trigger pressed, unleashing a relentless barrage against the barrier conjured by the elf. But soon, the Gatling gun's barrels began to overheat, glowing red before the weapon sputtered and jammed.
"Ah, shit."
Taking advantage of this, Judis sprinted forward in a blur and drop-kicked Belinski square in the chest, knocking him off balance and causing him to lose his grip on the minigun. Before Belinski could react, Judis grabbed the massive weapon and, with a grunt of effort, ripped the steel in half like it was nothing.
"You little shit!" Belinski growled in rage as he lunged and aimed a hard punch at the male cat.
But Judis dodged effortlessly then countered with a downward slash of his claws, but Belinski sidestepped and narrowly evaded the strike, only for Judis to follow up with an upward slash. Belinski stepped back just in time with sharp reflexes, but when he tried to land a right hook, Judis ducked and retaliated with a brutal uppercut, stunning Belinski.
"For a human, you've got guts, I'll give you that," Judis commented.
"Hm… Thanks," Belinski muttered, rubbing his jaw.
Without warning, Belinski threw another punch, but Judis blocked it with his right hand. The demihuman then spun and delivered a flip kick that caught Belinski square in the face. Judis wasted no time and moved in with a forward punch.
"Ugh!" Belinski winced as he felt a sharp sting in his face. He shook his head, trying to recover, but when he looked ahead at Judis, he notice he was nowhere to be seen.
When he looked up, he saw the cat demihuman airborne, with his claws glowing with crackling magical energy as he prepared to unleash his next devastating attack.
"This is why I hate these damn things," Belinski muttered. "We humans don't have any shit to match this."
Meanwhile, in another part of the battlefield, Polites was skillfully parrying a series of thrusts and slashes from Den'nis swords with his own weapons. Swords clanged violently as the two warriors exchanged a flurry of strikes, each struggling to gain the upper hand while looking for an opening.
At that very instant, Polites found a moment and delivered a powerful kick to Den'nis' chest, following up with a downward slash, but the tall elf expertly blocked the attack with his second blade, and with quick reflex, stabbed Polites in the shoulder with his sword.
"Gah!" Polites hissed as pain shot through his arm.
Gritting his teeth, Polites retaliated by stabbing the tall elf in the leg with a quick thrust of his dagger, exploiting a weak point in the elf's armor.
"Ahhhh!" Den'nis cried out as he staggered backward in pain.
Polites retreated a few steps as Den'nis yanked the dagger from his leg, and the blade vanished with a flash of magic. Undeterred, Polities charged again and launched a series of lightning-fast slashes as his blade moved too quickly to track. Yet, the tall elf skillfully blocked each strike.
Den'nis countered with a spin kick aimed at Polities' head, but Polities ducked under the blow and retaliated with a vertical slash. Den'nis met the attack with a horizontal strike of his own, and their swords clashed in a shower of sparks.
"Why don't you just give back what you took, and we'll call it even?" Den'nis taunted in a mocking tone.
"I can smell the dragon's dung in your words," Polities replied with a cold smile as he prepared for the next exchange.