Chapter VII: Fire Suppression

Plane 32, Earth, September 18, 2023, 8:13 p.m. Imperial Capital Time, Versailles, France, outside Paris.

Compared to the rabbits and bald eagles, who are still in a tug-of-war, and the woolly bears, who have begun to gradually regain lost territory, the war situation in Europe is already in shambles, and countless undead have surged from the underground tombs, causing most cities to panic in a short time. The dispatch of the army could not be said to be untimely, but in the face of an army of the undead, which was invincible in both numbers and will, it was exhausting all their strength to delay the battle for a week - but it was not enough.

As fortress after fortress was breached, as the undead became more powerful and more sophisticated in weaponry, the populace who had relied on the army began to panic, began to distrust, began to howl - and finally, they began to flee blindly. To the east - countless undead are pounced on from the east, they go north - to the north - above the moors hovers the evil spirits of cannibalism, they go west - the other side of the English Channel is already the territory of the dead, and they go south - the black warships of the blank Mediterranean laugh at the insignificance of the living. They felt that everything had turned their backs on them, that the enemy had mastered the same weapons as humans, and that these terrible enemies, these filthy undead, were mocking the greatness of the Creator with their white bones, mocking them civilians who had lost their minds in fear. They ran dazedly, but could not escape from the circle of the undead, and at last, one of them fell to his knees, and wept loudly, as if he were confessing his life to his god, and he shuddered, took out the cross, and took out a thin Bible from his bosom, and began to repent and pray in a low voice in the eyes of the fugitives who still did not stop, and in the midst of the spirits of the undead who trembled their skeletons and approached him little by little. But his god did not save him, and he was drowned in countless skeletons.

The pearl of France, Paris was no exception, the people of France had lost their capital for four days, and although their armies had gathered outside Versailles to resist the undead from Paris, and had planned a counteroffensive, nothing else had happened except for the near collapse of their defenses. But on this very day, when their defenses were about to be breached, an unexpected turning point arrived.

"EnTaroAdun, young humans. "It was a voice from everyone's head, a voice from beyond Earth, when their army was about to collapse, when their god had abandoned them, another force came here, "I am the leader of the Astral Fleet, Arte Freednak, and next, I will support you in battle, please do not fire at friendly forces." ”

Then, the meteor pierced the sky, countless crystals appeared on the ground, and tall machinery emerged from the glow, clearing the frenzied undead with its massive cannon muzzles.

Sometimes, however, things can make a difference – and the defenders of Versailles were fortunate enough to witness such a slight difference.

It was a landing module that fell from the sky, without slowing down, without adjusting its direction, without any precautions, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into the army of the undead who were launching a new round of attacks. It roared to the ground, smashing more than a dozen skeletons, and more undead were thrown far away by the shockwave when he landed, which made it successfully create a vacuum in the sea of the undead in a short period of time, but it was still quickly filled by new undead, and even the tall landing module was crawling with all kinds of undead.

"Boom!" The battle continued, the sound of guns and cannons resounded in every corner of the battlefield, people cursed loudly, but the undead quietly launched a fearless charge, but in this noisy battlefield, a voice came clearly to everyone's ears - it was a dull crash, as if someone was kicking the door, accompanied by the sound of metal twisting. "Boom!!" The voice became clearer, and the gunner William looked in the direction of the sound he had judged, but nothing appeared in his eyes except the undead. !!There was a loud bang, and a huge iron plate flew into the sky carrying dozens of skeletons, and the sound and sight attracted the attention of many people, and in their eyes, the landing module, which had been judged to have been damaged due to mechanical problems, was now completely wasted, and a person walked out of it.

The first thing that appeared in the eyes of the others was a right foot wrapped in heavy armor, which kicked away the undead who wanted to jump inside, and smashed a group of skeletons in the air, and then the foot stepped on the edge of the landing hatch, and with the other foot stepped on, a man revealed his face.

He quickly looked around the battlefield, which allowed others to notice the anomalous left eye on his face, the red mechanical prosthetic eye that gave some people a deep reflection, a sight that often haunted them in the nightmares that followed, awakening them from the memories of the war, and then sleepless in the night. After looking around the battlefield, the man once again glanced at the battle line struggling among the army of the undead, and then jumped over the landing module where he was standing towards the undead who were rushing towards him—the two-meter-long greatsword in his hand shone brightly. He was in the air, and let out an earth-shattering battle cry, which resounded throughout the battlefield, accompanied by some inexplicable power, making him a target that could not be ignored on the entire battlefield. "Welcome to the end of the world!"

For the defenders of Versailles, what did they see that day--perhaps it would be better to describe it as a nightmare, a nightmare that haunted their lives, haunted their dreams, and at any time they were distracted, and left them once again immersed in such a one-sided suppression of fire. Maybe it was the pinnacle of human firepower, but when the man in the black power armor held the giant sword in one hand and charged at the enemy in the vast sea of undead, anyone could clearly feel that in the chaos of the battlefield, a huge force suddenly exploded.

A successful charge, but the results were not enough. That's how Laurent assesses his record. Although the charge just now washed away all these bones and slag, their numbers still haven't decreased much, even the ones that have just been shattered, I'm afraid they will be reborn in the near future. He changed his tactics, inserted the power sword back into his waist, and pulled out his blaster from behind him—the earth-shattering roar rang out at that moment.

It was a man's suppression of the boundless army of skeletons, and standing in the middle of the empty field, Laurent seemed not to be a human with a blaster, but a multi-turret, high-efficiency humanoid self-propelled battery, and he moved forward step by step, and every time he took a step forward, the battle line pressed further towards the city of Paris, and the bullets fired by the undead hit his body, but he could not leave a trace of it.

This time the offensive ended quickly - or rather, it was the first time that the undead had fled. For the first time in the whole world, those damned skeletons turned around and ran in the direction of no one - but no one saw this as a human victory, because no one in the whole world would dare to say how long they would have held out if help hadn't come.

The undead have been suppressed, not just in some parts of the world, but everywhere in the world, whether it is the still-stalemate rabbit and bald eagle, or the white bear and the Gallic chicken, or even the exterminated footpot chicken and the English cow - the support forces from outer space have rescued them from being besieged by the undead forces in a short time. The supporters from unknown places, who did not stay to listen to anyone's praise, began to move on, and with the help of their own firepower, they began to attack the place controlled by the undead - and it was foreseeable that soon the vast undead would be completely wiped out on this planet.