Samal was on top of one of the creatures using his rifle, pressing it’s throut from behind. As he was struggling with it, the arms sprouting from the creature's back couldn’t reach him. The two got out of cover, and Samal noticed another creature looked at him and the balls on it’s back arms started to glow, them still struggling with it. He was able to turn just in time the ice lance pierced it’s chest, only an inch away from his own body.

He had no time to feel relieved as another creature was preparing to shoot, giving him just enough time to get his rifle and jump behind cover. The young A-Dam man wiped the sweat off his face, reloaded his rifle, and saw a squad member of his trying to reteatet and get a piece of ice straight through his leg.

‘Cover me!!!’ Samal shouted.

He ran toward his squadmate and started to drag him to the last set of cover there was while his injured squadmate kept shooting at the creatures. Their only luck was that they needed to stay still for a time before shooting and that made it easier to intercept their attacks, but their numbers were too much for the squad to handle.

‘Kurt, where are they? We are going to die.’ Egor shoulted.

‘I’m looking for their signal; when they entered, it scrambled everything.’ Kurt nervously wiggles the buttons and knobs on his device.

Egor looked at the darkness behind him for a moment and to the sides as his men were completely cornered, with most of them injured in some capacity but still fighting for their lives that made him come to the realization that was it; everything happened so fast and they now had no way of retreating, no cover inside of the caves and it was too distant from the nearest room on the wall.

‘I got it!!! Angel 3-6, this is 3-3; we are on our last legs.’ Kurt nervorsily spoke.

‘Don’t worry, 3-3, we already see you; be ready for some loud noises.’ Bartel’s voice came through the radio.

All of a sudden, four bright lights shone from behind them and Ethan heard the familiar sound of the new weapon Edmund made and it was two of them. Their effect was seen right after as one shoot pierced thought one creature and pierced another right behind it. The weapons were fast and they were sweeping through the entire battlefield, making the creatures confused and desorganized, like when the first rail cannon was shot.

‘1-3 to the left, 2-3 to the right, i will reinforce 3-3, Go! Go! Go!.’ Bartel shoulted in the radio.

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The back of the two trucks opened and soldiers started to jump out of it and run towards the first line of cover while shooting at the creatures they saw. It wasn’t hard, as they were having heavy support from the truck A-HM1’s, the heavy automatic magic rifles, were strong but didn’t have much ammunition so after the first spray and the soldiers got to cover, they were more precise with their shots.

‘Good job, Egor; you held the line.’ Bartel tapped Egor’s back.

‘I thought were gonners, sir.’ Egor let a relived laugh out.

He nodded at the sargent and positioned himself at the edge of the cover.

‘Overwhelm them with firepower and push forward, NOW!!!’ He got out of cover and shot at one of the creatures.

At the same time, every single soldier did the same, as they overwhelmed the creatures with the high amount of blue beams as they advanced. The creatures were ignoring the soldiers, only focusing on the trucks with their magic, making them vulnerable targets.

‘Are we going to be really fine?’ The driver looked to the soldier by his side.

‘Yes, our shields can handle this kind of punishment; every power we have now is only for the shields and lights.’ The soldier smirked.

‘So what am i even doing in the driver seat?’ The driver noticed the truck touching the ground as they were hit by innumerous magic projectiles.

As they continued to advance through the darkness, the flashlights, the beams, and the light coming from the explosive rounds reveled an end to the wave of monsters in their way; only Egor, Ethan, and Kurt remained from the squad; the rest was down in the back; they were absorbed into Bartel’s team, continuing to press on.

There was a price to pay for their advance; many injured on the squads but nothing that could incapacitate them. Some times a melee was seen in the middle of the battle as one of the creatures hid behind cover, waiting to get their enemies by surprise but every time it was shot, it lived, as they were larger than the soldiers and it made it easier to shoot at them the moment they started close combat with one of their squadmates.

‘They are at their end, gunners; give everything you got.’ Bartel gave the order via radio.

The A-HMA’s on top of the trucks go full auto and behin to spray the frontlines. The blue light show came with the strondous sound of each shot coming from the weapon. As the soldiers moved forward, finishing off the ones that were down, they were just overwhelmed by the amount of firepower being thrown at them.

Going cover to cover, Ethan followed Egor and Bartel, taking shots at the enemies he could find only for that same creature to be hit by two other shots or a spray of the heavy magic rifle on the trucks. He wasn’t complaining at all; he was smiling more than anything at what was happening.

It was like time has been slowing down; every soldier thought that they were fighting for hours but only minutes had passed. With all the explosions and injuries caused by the magic employed by the creatures, the soldiers too were afraid to push but it was like they had a hand behind their backs, making them go forward.

The battle finally came to an end when they went to the end of the debris and encountered the rest of the vast hallway with just darkness, ready to drown out the light they pointed at it. Bartel got the radio from his communication operator.

‘Command, this is Bartel; mission accomplished, over.’ Bartel spoke with a serious tone.

'Good to hear from you, Lieutenant. How is your situation? Can you continue? over.' Alon’s voice came from the radio.

‘Negative, too many injured and we need to get debri out of the way before advancing over.’ Bartel looked around, seeing his man pointing their rifles toward the darkness.

‘No problem, comback, over and out.’ Alon’s voice seemed relieved.

‘Alright everyone, let’s go back, help the injured and let’s go home.’ Bartel shoulted.