The Universe Is Innately Just 270 Earth's Expanse Part One

The night quietly pa.s.sed as the tired soldiers of New Casablanca made their way to the higher part of the walls. Jamie gazed at his reflection on the metallic surface of the elevator he stood in, he couldn't help but make an unsightly expression when he glanced at his own complexion.

Two days of constant battle had wasted him more than he had thought. His night, sleepless and restless, caused his condition to worsen even more as there always existed a risk that an attack would happen. The worst part was the constant stress his body was receiving from the environment.

Thankfully, his military background made the task easier for him as he had been prepared to face rough situations during his training phase.

The worst among the soldiers were the freshly enrolled civilian that had donned MechSuits to protect their home ground. One could only respect their decision as it had, nonetheless, helped tremendously in the past two days.

But, today, Jamie only had to take a single glance at them to know their conditions. A far cry from how they looked before, as Jamie could only avoid their listless gaze that had been traumatized by the beast's strength on the second day.

Jamie felt the ascension of the elevator come to a stop. He patted the pilot suit he had done with a bitter smile on his lips as he saw the door of the elevator open in front of him.

"I will stay alive!", he thought as he slapped his cheek to awaken himself. His eyes glowed as his spirit s.h.i.+fted into battle mode, his thought filled with determination and resolve as his mind had been tempered by the last two days.

He embraces the third day with determinate footsteps that took him to the north wall where he had been a.s.signed. A group of Soldiers standing next to their MechSuits appeared in Jamie's sight that didn't take long to regroup with them. He greeted a few familiar faces, before beginning to a.s.sess his equipment.

He religiously went through every parcel of his MechSuit as he was aware that preparation was key to success. He fixed a few loose racks, before taking out the long and thin spear he used as a weapon.

It was made of a dense metallic alloy, and to this day, it was the weapon he had relied on for many years. Never failing him during the time where he had to fight, and that had stayed true even in front of the ma.s.sive beast wave.

Yet that reality had changed with the evolution of the monsters. The second day, he had come to the realization that he wouldn't be capable of taking even one of those beasts by himself. Thankfully, Jamie had never been too complacent with himself and had managed to swallow the harsh reality in front of him.

His hand trembled slightly as he was rubbing the blade of his weapon with a special kind of oil. His spine s.h.i.+vered as he felt the cold wind p.r.i.c.k on the surface of his suit, and couldn't help but curse out loud.

"What the f**k is this weather?", he mumbled in a tired tone before gazing at the distance of the surrounding of New Casablanca. His eyes blinked in the dark as he could sense the sun would soon make its way to the top of the firmament. It took him a few seconds to gather his focus back, and his eyes fell back on his work.

His hand moved faster as he continued applying oil to his weapon. A minute pa.s.sed before he took out a sharpening yellow stone that he soon made use of. He worked faster as he felt time pa.s.sing; he couldn't help but apprehend the incoming day as his mind flashed with the thought of the ma.s.sive beast.

"How much will they change today?", he thought as he was sure that the last day was a coincidence. The strength of those beasts had caused troubled down to the four defensives outposts, and had nearly wasted half of the city's ammunition to temporize the fierce creatures.

Except for the north and south wall that had been single handedly dealt by two cultivators. The two other walls had faced significant loss with the east wall losing every automaton soldier it had.

They could only come to the bitter usage of self-destruction to take a few beasts with them. A few deadly creatures even went to the point of eating the energy nucleus of the automaton. Some died, while some evolved and turned into even more virulent creatures.

One could only feel despair when faced with a situation like this. With the worst fear possible to a sentient creature, being the fear of the unknown, the mind of the many soldiers couldn't help but shudder as they expected the monster's evolution.

"Sadly, we can't evolve as easily as them…", he thought as he took his spear close to his eyes. He noticed a visible dent on the durable metallic alloy, and couldn't help but sigh before getting on his feet.

"I couldn't pierce more than an inch in that thick skin…", he thought as he began pressing dials on the computer next to his MechSuits. He checked the many numbers on the screen with a mindless gaze before ending the a.n.a.lysis process.

He opened the inside of his MechSuit, who released a stream of pressurized air before opening its innards.

A comfortable leather looking material appeared in front of Jamie's eyes. His hand softly brushed the dark colored material before he stepped inside without hesitation. "Once again… We will fight, partner!", he thought as he closed pressed a b.u.t.ton on the panel existing inside of the MechSuit.

An acute sound of air filling his MechSuit made his head buzz as his sight was flooded with the darkness of being inside a MechSuit. It took a few seconds for the MechSuit to light up its engine, and before long, light quickly filled the inside of the armored armament.

The armored hand moved as he began a series of a few movements to determine if everything was okay with his MechSuit. After a minute, he finished executing the sequence of stances he always did to attune with his armor, and before long, he took out the last cable attached to his MechSuit.

He left the area where the soldiers were preparing their MechSuits, and joined a group of armored soldiers.

They were standing solemnly in a direction that pointed to the wastelands outside of New Casablanca.

His thought flowed non stop as he moved the enormous weight of the armor to the place where the army was grouping together. He couldn't see the faces of the individual under the helmet, but could sense the dense atmosphere that hung in the air. No one tried breaking the heavy mood that had taken place among the army.

A few heads moved, minute nods that the many soldiers threw to each other when recognizing a familiar MechSuit. The respect those soldiers had for their brother in arms had since long rose to the top, as they were sure that alone, none of them would have had the guts to face those beasts.

Only mad and overpowered individuals could face the sea of creatures with a peaceful mind.

The rest could only gang up on a single creature, in the hope of taking it down before it killed anyone else.

Sadly, the long and rough process would end up with unavoidable sacrifices from the ranks of the soldiers.

The same scene was reproduced among the other walls. A tense atmosphere had surrounded the city as the numerous soldier could feel the grasp they had on the battle slowly disappear as the day pa.s.sed.

What was worst, was that a few individuals noticed that the two strong cultivators that had led numerous battles hadn't appeared yet.

They couldn't help but tense up even further, as they were aware that if it weren't for the powerful cultivator, their defenses would have since long fallen to the numerous beasts.

As time advanced, the tired soldier donned their armored MechSuit as they slowly rejoined the four outposts. And before long, a bright light had begun making its way among the dark veil of the night. Their heart rate rose as they couldn't help but tense up even further, and under their helmets, numerous faces had turned pale.

A few couldn't have but have thoughts about securing their own lives. But those ideas would quickly be washed by the numerous memories they had of their cities. This was the place where their families had lived for centuries; none of them wanted to face their ancestors in shame in the afterlife.

Sadly, the fact that those individuals were in control of their survival instinct. That wouldn't necessarily be the case when they would meet the deadly beast of the third day— Beasts that had turned dozens of times stronger than the creatures of the second day.

The third day of the beast wave a.s.saults would soon become a significant turning point for New Casablanca. A day that every soldier would forever remember as being the day they faced h.e.l.lish nightmares that seemed t have lunged straight out of the purgatory.