I forcibly stood up with my bloody body in the ruined hall as I watched in horror as the army man ripped Ena off him. Hey, what if her tentacles was damaged because of that!

He then violently tossed Ena across the room. That filled my head with nothing but parental rage.

Let's kill this guy, Shimini...

With my signal, the sword of light in Shimini's hands bathed in millions of colors along with Weabjoy and Brightouch.

Shimini leaped quickly as he swung the sword that's as large as his body.

A sharp ringing resonated within the room as Shimini's Riftbreaker hit some kind of brick wall. Shimini then follows up with a barrage of strikes but the wall still stood up strong.

I called out MLA and it flew in my hand urgently.

What was that thing that blocked Shimini's sword?

It's the Outsourced Wall that was used by Sherman. It's a move that could be used if Juan the Outsourced Worker is in your team.

What?

Suddenly, the ceiling gave in as dust scattered around the room as if a wrecking ball landed on top of the roof. It looked like the house could collapse any moment.

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I called Shimini back to run away before picking up the poor injured Ena. We jumped through the window, breaking it as we landed on my backyard. My soul begged for death as the pain on my legs intensified.

Then, most of the house broke down except for the hallway as I can see Camille still on his knees, having a Heroic BSOD.

But putting that aside, it seems that Team Triumph had some scary trump cards within their hands. They had summoned a M4 Sherman tank out of nowhere and also an entire squad of WWII soldiers armed with Garand rifles.

I can see the Triumph trio enter the tank but before minding that, I'm in a deep trouble, aren't I?

MLA, they have too much firepower! What can I do?

This is pretty much checkmate... All you can do is to pray that Team Triumph will spare your life.

There's something to be done! I just know it!

You can call out to your friend, Camille. He seems to be gathering energy over there.

Okay, I'll try... Let's hope they won't fire at me while I do that...

"Team Triumph, I know that I'm pretty much dead here!"

They seem to here me from inside the tank as Mary's head popped out of the tank.

"Yes, we know."

"Can I say my final goodbye to Camille before I die or is it the Murican spirit to shoot people without hearing them out?"

"Sure, you can do that but one wrong move and you're dead!"

"Thank you!"

Well, from the conditions, it seems that I can't directly solicit for Camille's help but let's just use the emotional farewell method...

"Camille, I know I have only known you for three years but you were a true friend for me."

He slowly looked into my direction as I can see the hesitation in his eyes.

"All the time I spent with you was quite valuable as I also spent quite much of my money but that's fine for I know you have talent in painting..."

The worst kind of sadness filled eyes, the type that forces you cry along with him. I have to finish my "final" farewell then...

"Well, it was nice to have a person that could draw a nice black and white waifu for me and also..."

Fuck, his sadness has already infected me, help me!