The Universe Is Innately Just 276 Doom's Soft Sphere Part Two

The sword in his hand slipped from his hand as he lost balance after executing a deep slash toward the creature in front of him. The result of his own attack ended with his own disarmament, with a small dent as the only damage he had managed to deal with the creature.

The monstrosity was shaped in a form similar to an elephant that had been doped on steroid, with fur spreading in every inch of its body, and a two ma.s.sive pair of sharp defense that was shaped in a strange circle.

Walter couldn't help but feel as though he had been cornered. His blood kicked in his vein, and the experience of having fought through many dangerous battles kicked in.

He heard a sharp object breaking through the air, his experimented ears judged the distance, and he didn't hesitate to immediately take up a flight. His MechSuit turned into a vague figure that vibrated through the air as he skillfully dodged the stomp that had left a deep hole in the ground where he had stood.

"This is even worse than I thought…", mumbled the man as he circled through the hairy monstrosity in front of him. His heart sank as he couldn't help but doubt his keen sight when he noticed that the creature's gaze was following his position.

"Their height and weight are far from being a downfall to those evolved creatures.", his brain juiced out one plan after another. He knew that he couldn't afford to not think as he was now treading on the line separating life and death. One trip could cause the end of his existence.

He shifted his gears, raised his speed to the utmost limit, nearly stalling it in the course. But he managed to dodge the creature's charge, and at the same time, grabbed his sword as he positioned himself behind the humongous deadly beast.

"What the h.e.l.l!?", he cursed in a blurt as he noticed the exoskeleton surrounding the creature's weak point. It was as though cement had been dropped in the weak spot of the creature, filling them completely and turning them into a strong defense.

He hesitated for a second- his heartbeat was heard through his ears as his body released a lethal amount of adrenaline- with the sight of the battlefield entering his precious city.

He was aware that his position on the battlefield was one dangerous one. With him, now standing behind the gigantic mammoth shaped creature, and surrounded by a sea of evolved creature that could easily take his life with one snap at his neck.

The action might have seemed flow, but the time it took to be executed was nearly instant. And from the moment Walter noticed the figure of Johnny flying in the corner of his sight, to the moment where he stood behind the mammoth, less than a few seconds had flowed.

Walter felt a sharp sensation tingle his neck. His engine roared, as he once again turned into a soft firefly that pierced through the air surrounding the street filled with creatures.

He licked his lips as his focus rose. Sounds of the ongoing carnage entered his ears as he couldn't help but feel as though he had fallen through a dimension hole, reappearing directly inside of the ninth circle of h.e.l.l. His fellow comrades' scream of horror, accompanied by the sounds of crushed steel, caused his face to be pale even more.

But the place where most of his worries went to was one of the buildings in the street. His gaze constantly shifted toward the second floor of the building, that quietly stood in the corner of the street where the carnage was happening, and the more he tried avoiding looking at it, the more his heart wept in worry.

"Is he dead?", he thought as he felt as though his heart had been crushed by a steel plate. "He will live!", he rea.s.sured himself as he couldn't help but think about the tall man's figure.

His idiotic, yet sincere smile had always caused him to be proud of him. His worst fear, as a father, had always been that he would depart from this troubled world before his son.

Ten seconds pa.s.sed, as Walter felt as though he was going to throw the plan of defending the city to the water. His mind screamed as he disciplined himself to contain his egoistic thoughts, and every few seconds that pa.s.sed was one where he would tempt himself.

Killing the evolved creature turned out to be simply impossible for the army of MechSuit. That act had turned from a possibility, to a complete fantasy after the first wave of soldiers went flying through the street.

The horrifying state their armored bodies were in could make any freshly enrolled soldier throw their meager breakfast. Thankfully, none of the soldiers had the luxury of focusing on something else, and only an experienced senior like Walter could dance next to death without a care for his thought.

"Unlikable!?", thought Walter as he stopped himself from trying to plant his sword in the neck of four meter tall bear. He avoids the creature as he flew through the densely filled street, before noticing, a small shaped monster that didn't seem to have particularly strong defenses.

His senses alerted him, and Walter knew that he shouldn't try to take down such a creature. Stalling the beasts had been the mission given to the fallen northern army, and although the mission might sound like a sacrifice; with the help that was constantly arriving toward the hole in defense of New Casablanca, it soon turned out to be realizable without the death of every individual.

Yet, the adrenaline kicking through his vein caused him to make a decision that he would instantly regret. The engine at the back of his MechSuit roared, as his figure darted toward the creature that was trying to sneak past the army of MechSuit.

The armored soldier flew forward, with a sharp longsword in his hands, and hacked a sneaky strike aiming to a.s.sa.s.sinate the fierce creature.

The last two days of constant battles had turned the experienced a.s.sault squad leader into an experimented battle warrior.

His breath had been hidden, and although Walter wasn't a properly trained martial artist, his fight as an a.s.sault squad leader in New Casablanca had caused him to develop ample skills in the fields.

Surprise appeared in his eyes as the sensation translated by his sword wasn't the one he had expected. His face paled as a groan of pain escaped from his throat; he didn't hesitate at all, before his engine kicked as he flew away from the small creature.

"That was a tremendous mistake…", thought the man with a somber face as blood began ticking from his right arm. He could feel that the sharp creatures claws had attacked- with an even faster might than his sneak strike- and had even cut through the tendons in his right shoulders.

If it wasn't for the urgency of the situation, he would have dropped his sword in panic, and was only capable of maintaining the sword in his hand with a soft grasp.

He flew through the creatures, leaving a thin trail of blood streaming through the air behind his path, and began making his way toward the receding northern army of MechSuit. His face turned paler as he shifted his MechSuit's gear to the utmost; a silent sigh escaped from his lips as his aged body continued sending him the result of the three days of battle.

"I'm too old for this s.h.i.t…", thought the man as his eyes once again moved toward the figure of his foster son. The simple action, he had executed dozens of time during the battle, caused him once again to take a hit from a creature.

Only this time, what he received wasn't a sharp invisible cut, but a humongous leg that deeply hit the back part of his armor. Walter coughed a mouthful of blood as he felt the engine in the back of a MechSuit turned silent, but he couldn't think about anything as the vibration from the attack spread through every inch of his body.

Thankfully, with a large amount of adrenaline filling his veins, the pain he had felt didn't instantly cause him to faint. He groaned softly as his surroundings turned into strings in his sight.

With the engine of his MechSuit turning off, flying was no longer an option, but the a.s.sault team leader couldn't care as his body hadn't come to a stop at all.

His figure flew out of the street at a tremendous speed, before coming to a stop after making contact with a vehicle that had been quietly sitting in the middle of the intersection.