Trinity: Omniverse Traveling Cat 116 Retribution 3

He could just take his aircraft and just drop a few tens of hydrogen canister but destroying that much food when he knows it would be used for the less fortunate didn't sit well with him. Is the best shoot was to creates a distraction.

Nodding had is thoughts he know it was time to craft more weapons. Unwilling to implicates the girls into this, he takes out Tiffania house to let them stay inside rather than the cramped interior of the c.o.c.kpit, after casting an overpowered notice-me-not ward on it.

It was far from the perfect solution, but they had already the shade of the woods to protect them and the house wouldn't move, as long as the dragon knights only patrol the area and not actively search for them here, they would be fine.

Taking enough materials, he recreates his aircraft' railgun in the shape of an M1 Garand. A scope enchanted with IR, night vision, and zoom hallowing shoot until 4.500 feet.

The rifle itself had a silencing, self-filling, unbreakable, recoil-absorption, ammo-selection and stabilisation enchant.

Taking his crafting table, he rapidly devises the same bullets used for is plane, but rather that the ten-second return enchants, he opts for a keyed portkey. The first was the usual portkey, set to activate at the impact, and leading to two different locations. The other was a portkey beacon. At the moment of impact, it would register the location coordinates, sent them into a terminal at his side and return, ready to be used again.

The first two rounds were created like the other, Evans steel core and Steel outer sh.e.l.l, enchanted with 1 and 2 denomination, and an additional self-repairing enchant in case they came across something enough to deform them. The other round would be the inverse, a steel core and an Evans steel outer sh.e.l.l to prevent any mishap.

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Leaving the bullets being products, he enters deeper into the wood he set the first portkey point. Trans.m.u.ting the ground to make a little more place, he delimits the fifty zone that will receive the wagons, each of the fifty bullets leading to a unique emplacement to avoid any mishap.

After working on other trinkets he would surely need he depart for laying another part of his plan.

A little further, he creates a large 100*100 feet stone box without a lid. A liberal amount of bottomless enchant later, he set the portkey point in the centre of the box, two meters in the air. Done with his preparation, he returns to the House, founding the two girls playing board games he made for them while he works on the army demise.

Wath was left was to wait for the night to come.

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After the two had gone to sleep, not before a small amount of protestation, I settle on the highest tree of the copse he had set the two portkey locations.

Aiming with my enhanced M1 Garand' scope, I could see the dragon knight changing of the Guard, through the night vision of my scope. Using the moment of distraction, I start to fire rounds after rounds, aiming first for the centre of the formation of the wagon.

Behind me, I could hear the soft sound of the wagon appearing and cushioned by the cushioning charms put on the emplacement.

Thank the recoil absorption and stabilisation enchantment, aiming at the wagons was a breeze. By the time they soar into the sky and start their patrol, I had already potched nine of them.

Put in two separated five by five formation. I would have at most until shooting the first layer before they understand what happened. Having emptied the first core of the formation, I start on the other one.

I won't have to fear them founding the wagon from the air, the concealing rings that I put on the surrounding tree top would see to that, but I need to be careful about the girls. Even if they are sleeping into the aircraft with it camouflage active 1,500 feet behind. I could attract them to it if I m not fast enough.

A quick peek at the sky throughout the scope tell me that they would soon return and overflight the encampment. Not fast enough before I poach nine other wagons. Holding my breath, I see the first group fly over without a second glance beneath. They are either looking for an outside threat ore a growing lazy, either way, it plays in my favour.

Changing for the rounds '2' I raise my rifle, aiming at the dragon on the end of the formation. A silent shoot and three seconds later, I hear the slight sound of whistling wind when the corpse appear just above the open box.

The moment he appears, I had already shot the next, that rejoin him. If the knight weren't crushed under its body' weight, their shout wouldn't be heard thanking the silenced box. Taking them down as fast as possible Was able to take them down before they were too far, but I nearly miss my last two shoots.

'I will need to strike before they are too far from the camp, it had its risk, but I don't have the choice.

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Using the time need to the second group to appears, he snipes the sleeping guards around the fire, drunk if the upsides skin and the dark patch on the gra.s.s was to be trusted.

While he was thankful that the discipline was this lax, he knows that he was deemed to be found sooner or later.

The alarm was given by the second group of dragon knights. Seeming more duty-driven that the first, they had immediately seen the missing half of the wagons. The silence of the night was broken by the sudden yell and stomping of waking soldiers. his surprise attack busted, he immediately shoots the remaining wagons, robing them under the powerless eyes of the dragon knight.

Done with the first phase, he starts to shoot down the beasts themselves. By sniping the dragon in the middle of their formation, he would throw confusion inside their rank and leave him more time to kill more.

After losing two other groups, they seem to understand that the opposite side was able to snipe them in the air, so they land.

It didn't change something but he leaves them into their false sense of safety, his second target starting to gathers.

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In the middle of the camps, a large tent was erected to allow the officer meeting. Ten minutes after the alarm was given, all the general, their aid and most of the officer in charge of the different platoon were regrouped.

"What do we know?"

"All our food supplies are gone, not a single trace left behind." Report grimly the officer in charge of their transport and safety. His report didn't seem to be welcome when the general that ask for it strike his fist on the wooden table between them.

"How? How could fifty G.o.dd.a.m.nit wagons worth of several tons of food vanish out of the blue! What were doing the guards, why didn't they report immediately?!" Angrily shout him.

The officer was feeling the heated glare of all present, swallowing difficulty, he gives what he knows will anger them more.

"By the trace left behind, they were most than likely drunk." There was a silence for a few seconds before the same general explode.

"What do you mean, trace?!"

"The-they had vanished by the time we arrive."

The heavily pulsing veins on the high ranked man didn't bode well for any of the lesser ranked officers all around. Before he could explode, however, all hear the tent roof fabric rip, before something smash into the table, blowing splitters all around.

"What was... that?"

What had started in another heated shout was replaced with interrogation, when a metallic canister appears in place of the previous table. The light blue glowing runes, bathing the tent after the torch had been blown out by the blast of the shattered table, inexplicably fills them with dread.

In the single second, it takes for the canister to land on the ground, the light had rapidly change for a deep abyssal blue before they know no more.

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The activity-filled camp' noise was put to a halt, at once, when the centre tent was ripped apart into a ball of fire. The shrapnels of the canister and content of the tent bathing the immediate area into a rain of death.

Moans and screams of pain from the soldiers losing limbs, or bodies shredded by the high velocity of the aftereffect of bomb blast immediately broke the silence.

Before any could even start to panic, further explosion resound all around the camp. The pens keeping the dragon, the immediate target, depriving them of any aerial support. The firsts few attempting to flee the camps by one of the two entry and exit point of the swiftly fortified position, soon dissuade the remaining to follow when they were burned to death by the now propagating gout of fire.

If they were thinking that it was the worst, they were soon dissuaded, when large clouds of white substance bask the larger concentred place.

With the exit and wooden barricades alight in a devouring fire, tents burning, trapping the few still inside them to a horrible end; and a rapidly reducing safe place, they know that few if none would see the rising sun.

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From the top of his tree, Alex shifts his ammo for his beacon round, when he sees the large gathering around what should be a table, in a large tent in the middle of the camp.

Looking through his IR scope, he fires the when he see the seated figure facing him slam his fist on the table. Four seconds later, he hears a little beep, and coordinates appear on the lens of the screen in front of his right eye.

His target locked, he takes out a 10g hydrogen canister, set the portkey and activate it. Two seconds later, the night was lighten by the blast of the bomb, vaporising the tent and it surrounding while raining shards into the gawking surrounding.

The pens and their numerous dragon was the second target of the four other canisters on his side, that vanish as soon as he obtains the information.

Two rounds later, each exit has been tagged and bombed with incendiary bombs at the first sight of fleeing troops.

He could see that the soldiers, deprived of higher up, aerial troops and possibility of freedom, trapped in the deathtrap that was their camps, would have their spirit broken, but they would receive no sympathy from him, they planned an invasion, they will die from their consequence.

Tagging the still standing makeshift guards towers, he sends the phosphorous bombs, basking the little of free s.p.a.ce, with a highly corrosive substance. A final incendiary bomb lit the propagating cloud of death in fires, burning throat and lungs of any breathing being trapped inside them while the scorching flame cooks them inside the armour.

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The fate of those men and beasts were far from a kind end but he didn't shade a single tear at the burning h.e.l.l he was looking, standing on his tree' branch, a hand on the resting rifle at his side.

The light breeze of the night would carry the scent of burned fleshes, smokes and the acrid smell of charred soil, in the surrounding, warning the people of the averted disaster that would have stroked Tristain.

By the time the braver of the men willing to follow and discover the origin of it, they would only found a barren piece of earth, as a sole vestige of the carnage that had to happen in the night, forever keeping the secret of the saviour of the kingdom within in.

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After waiting half of an hour, he made his way to the burning h.e.l.l, conjuring torrential amount of water, dousing the flames. Looking at the result of his weapons, he hardens his face while harvesting everything.

For the next hour, he would run the entire camp like a bulldozer, leaving behind nothing but flatten soil. Any melted metal was trans.m.u.ted into ingots, the few gemstones from past wand and staff, collected. Anything else was turned into basic nutrients, be it charred corpse, splinters of half-burned woods, bones, anything.

This was Alex way to repair the damaged he had caused, returning the nutrients of the thousands of being that had fallen here, to the earth, ready to nurture and blooms into gra.s.ses and trees from a land of death.

Returning to his shooing area, he stores all the wagons and their precious cargo.

He finally turns to the corpse of dragons the box-c.u.m-pit. Harvesting all scales, organs, tendon, skins, bones, and storing them into enchanted containers, he kills any surviving soldiers or put an end to their misery, before turning like their fallen comrades.

Exhausted from the night, he enters the c.o.c.kpit without a sound and rejoins Tiffania, snuggling in, founding the so much needed warmth of her embrace after everything was done for.

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They would awake the next morning, but not a single word would be sid from what happened. After marvelling the contraption they take for the first time while being awake, they quiet down when then overflight the large patch of hearty brown in the middle of the plain.

The idea that a man had taken single-handly an army of 40,000 soldiers, 1000 dragons, stolen they food carts and vanish anything left in the aftermath wasn't something they were able to make their mind on.

After a short rest into the airport city, a rapid visit to the army ships and a house sweeping later, the two girls where the first one of this world to experience supersonic flight.

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By using the GPS, he was able to cut the travel time by a large amount, directly going for the Tristain' capital, Tristina.

By landing in the garden while still keeping the camouflage on, he was able to bypa.s.s the guards. Taking the chest with him before storing the plane. they made their way into the castle, led by Henrietta, still wearing her onesie.