The Universe Is Innately Just 297 Reversal. Life Or Death Part Three

Hearing the order through their communications system, a few heads dropped low, as a few hearts- on the contrary- couldn't help but rejoice as they had no plan on gambling their lives again on a suicidal mission.

Their depressed minds could only see the result of that mission with a few scratches on the though skin of the beasts, and- obviously- that result would on come with the total extermination of any squad that would dare to approach them.

Their maddened state had transformed the already dangerous beasts into something that no soldiers from the armed force wanted to approach. And as seconds pa.s.sed, and the creatures inside of their city continued gorging on the flesh of their allies, they could only see with a heavy heart that threatened to fail that the creatures were becoming stronger.

In the first minute of the strange mutiny that had taken hold of them, their number was halved, and the beasts that were standing inside of their city could be counted on the fingers of one hand.

Their shapes turned grotesque, as the blood essence in the flesh of the humongous carca.s.ses flowed in the tunnel sized veins of the one that survived. Bubbles appeared on their furred skin, as it suddenly turned elastic under the sudden expansion of their bodies.

The change happened in the span of a few minutes, and by the time the beasts resumed their fights, their figures could already topple the height of the middle-sized building of their city.

The horrifying image appeared on the screen of the armed forces that were making their way to the Core. The decision to follow the directive from the authorities of the city seemed to have firmly taken hold in their hearts, as even the few brave ones that had dared to propose the mission thanked their superior for having saved the lives they were going to throw away.

The hearts of the higher-ups of the armed forces hung on their throat as no word left their throat. They could only silently gazed at the towering beasts with apparent fears in their eyes.

"How are we going to take care of them?". Mumbled on the men, unaware that his voice spread loud through the communication devices that linked the numerous squads together.

"This is no longer something we can take down on our owns…"

"Our weapon isn't even effective on their t.i.tanium layered bodies…"

"I even doubt our weapons could damage their internal organs, even less than though and coa.r.s.e skin…"

Each one of them threw his reasons, but the major consensus between the soldiers was that MechSuits and New Casablanca's weapon could no longer deal with any damage to the creatures. Sending their troupes would only result in the total and utter decimation of their soldiers.

"Too many lives had been lost today…", spoke a middle aged man that was monitoring their discussion. "Do not despair… Fear is a natural sense. Listen to it as, without it, you might not have survived today's events."

"The war isn't lost, Brothers!", his voice turned coa.r.s.e as his speech contained thoughts coming straight out of his heavy hearts. "We must believe in our future. Our city is old, and even if we have to crawl on the dirt, we will survive this calamity!"

The soldier's expressions varied as they heard the voice of the direct superior of the armed forces. His speech, nonetheless, still managed to awaken some spirit in a few soldiers, that would use it later in their journey to survive through many other hurdles.

"Hope my a.s.s…", thought one of the soldiers with a grim expression. His mind, corroded by his fatigue, could only curse as he didn't manage to sleep due to the constant talk in his communication device.

The man's scarred hand slapped the metallic square-shaped box attached to his right biceps, turning it off as he ignored the discussion in the vehicle where he was traveling. He closed his eyes to try and find seconds of peace for his brain, but the sounds were coming from the holographic screen, and the intense gasp of his college once again made it impossible for him to keep his eyes close.

Sadly, he couldn't afford to walk to the Core, and had to support those conditions through the entire travel through the highway. Every dozens of seconds, his shut down eyes opened up slightly, turning into thin slits that would sharply glance at the transformed creatures.

"f.u.c.k…", he mumbled under his breath in an inaudible voice as his sight focused on one of the floating blue colored screens in the vehicle. "Thanks G.o.d they are killing themselves, that'll made less work for us.", he though before once again falling in deep silence as he ignored his surroundings.

The soldiers' minds were filled with morbid curiosity toward the beasts that were killing each other in their cities. Obviously, a few soldiers were too tired to give any thought about the monsters, as they had been craving for the whole day a few minutes of rest. Sadly, they couldn't even come to enjoy those seconds of beasts as the figure of the beasts never left their sight due to the holographic monitors.

Time pa.s.sed quietly, as changes were ongoing on the outside of the energy s.h.i.+elds, but the attention span of the armed forces were too focused on the inside of their city to notice the rapid and rabid change happening outside of New Casablanca.

No one knew what would be their reactions, if they saw the hundreds of beasts- far bigger than the towering beasts in the main district- fighting next door outside of their city, only separated by a thin transparent s.h.i.+eld that spotted anyone from entering or leaving the city.

"The beasts in the main district have fallen to two. Looks like their battle royal is soon coming to an end.", exclaimed one of the soldiers that couldn't afford to take an eye away from the monitors.

His eyes, gorged with numerous small veins, had since long turned red, and added with that the large bag under his eyes gave him an unsightly pale figure that wasn't anything that could be seen as healthy.

"The final showdown…", sarcastically mumbled one of the soldiers that similarly couldn't take his eyes away from the glistening transparent holographic screen.

"Who do you think will win?", asked one of the soldiers to the man next to him. As though he was actually standing in a bar, and not inside of an armed cortege of the city's armed forces. The eyes of the man next who received the question opened slightly, turning into musky slits that soon glowed softly due to the reflection of the holographic sign, his eyes stared at the two creatures in the screens for a long period of time, as though he was weighting the two creatures' strength in his heart.

"I'd say the one standing next to the building that host a café in the first floor.", he briskly answered. His eyes didn't leave the towering figure of the scaled creature he had announced as the winner. "I dunno, I feel It is quite threatening compared to the other. Plus that one only survived because it avoided fighting the creatures, only focusing on stealing parts of the carca.s.s."

"I honestly can't see a beast that weak as a winner.", he responded frankly without leaving any doubt in his heart. The man that asked him the question hadn't expected a detailed answer, as he had only asked the question to strike some conversation with the man.

Nonetheless, he nodded silently because he similarly couldn't help but agree with the logical answer he received from the half sleeping soldier next to him. He continued looking at the two towering creatures' fight through the colorful monitor that filled every single vehicle of the cortege, with the only few persons that didn't pay attention to it were those currently focused on opening the half-dead bodies they had gathered from the battlefield.

The medical corps wasn't the kind to care about the beasts, and were fully focused on the monstrosities laying in front of them.

"Shock!?", lightning left a metallic object that was clenched by the hand of a thirty years old man. He waited patiently for the answer to his question before crouching down slightly, and applied the metallic object he grasped in his hands on a half burned carca.s.s of an Earthling.

"Go!", he didn't wait for the correct tempo. But the corpse nonetheless convulsed, and the next moment, a small pulse could be sensed in his torso. The electronic equipment next to them confirmed the sensation that traversed his hand. "We have made him come back!"

"Those resources are G.o.dly!", exclaimed one of the a.s.sistants as he couldn't help but trust his eyes.

"This isn't the end, every inch of his skin is badly damaged, and his muscles are cooked to the point where his muscular fiber had turned into charcoal.", he exclaimed loudly before continuing. "Starting now, things will quite spicy…", he mumbled as he took out a metallic mallet from under the seat used as a table for the operation.

"With those beauties, it wouldn't be impossible to revive death itself!", he exclaimed in a maddened sense as his hand began applying some gel on the burned patches of skin.