Chapter 314: Devil Snake

Chapter 314: Devil Snake

For an entire week, [Final Defiance] had been pulsing away in the back of his mind, to the point where hed feared it was having a deleterious effect on his sanity, and as it turned out, it partially did.

But it was simply not a supernatural effect altering his mood, just stress. Stress over the situation that wasnt being helped by a constant reminder of how bad things were.

The [Skill] had been a pain until just a few hours ago, when it had calmed down and synchronized with his heartbeat, spreading gentle warmth throughout his body.

It seemed he wasnt the only one eager to finish this.

As long and difficult as the road here had been, theyd reached this point.

Of the forty-four aircraft carriers currently in existence, thirty-seven were here, the remaining seven being pre-[System] relicts that had no place in this fight. Their air wings were here, though, based on any ground-bases that had space for them

Of the seventeen battleships that had been built since design ideologies had shifted, the only one missing was the Portland, which had had a nasty reactor accident three weeks ago and was currently stuck in the dry dock.

There were more small vessels here than Isaac could count, from Germanys flotilla of frigates to Singapores entire fleet of torpedo boats.

The ratio for S-Rankers was quite a bit crappier, with only three hundred and fifty of the five-hundred official ones, and presumed seven-hundred-and-fifty having shown up, but S-Rankers were an individualistic lot, some didnt want to take part in a military operation, others wanted to stand out in a way that wasnt possible in such a big group, and then, of course, you had the people who were so used to punching miles above their own weight class that they felt the monster was only a threat to the normies.

Plus, you know, some S-Rankers were bound to their regions in some manner or had fabrication [Classes] that had helped during preparation but would be supporting the war effort without being physically present.

Lieutenant General Gibbs was in charge overall, mostly because hed worked out fine during the last big international operation, the one that had practically wiped out the cult. He was fairly capable, inoffensive in a way that ensured no one hated him on general principle, and listened to experts.

He didnt have the highest Level, sure, but those people tended to have issues.

Cough, Ardouin, cough.

But there were a lot of people here with weird or unexpected origins. A warlord based in the Congo basin had offered to bring his full force to bear, as long as someone was willing to guarantee that people left his holdings alone for the duration.

The next morning, hed received a very nicely worded acceptance letter, and all his rivals had found a whole lot of decapitated rats in every place of safety imaginable, along with notes detailing just what would happen if they picked a fight while their opponent was off saving the world.

As tough as this fight was going to be, Isaac had to wonder if Jasons and Zambons task wasnt a million times harder. It was their job to stabilize the world, stomping any idiot who tried to make a profit.

However, all of that shit had been dealt with as far as he was concerned, there was nothing else to be done here.

The last week had been utterly insane. The half-hour it had taken to save his family had been his longest break all week, his and Elenas stuff that should be said talk had lasted a mere five minutes and ended with a simple kiss, neither of them had had the time for anything else.

At least they seemed to be on the same wavelength about their relationship. Lets go all the way, just not when the world is about to end summed it up pretty nicely.

No break until now.

Isaac was pretty sure that everyone who would be here was here, that now was the optimal time to do this, and activated his incredibly powerful boosting [Skill].

[Call of the Gjallarhorn] was an interesting [Skill], but also one hed never used before, making him practically jump when a massive horn appeared in his hand, made of something akin to ivory, inlaid with gold and silver.

Good luck!

Current location: Former Island Bacan (Southeast of Papua-Newginea)

Well, had to happen sometimes, didnt it?

Hol up, former island?

Isaacs eyes bulged as he saw the monster erupt from the island in the distance, a draconic head rising towards the heavens, perched up on a long, serpentine, neck.

The island was over the horizon, but the monster had raised itself high enough to be more than visible.

The Leviathan was just as long as Isaac had predicted, the coil of scaled flesh that had erupted from the summoning circle having been enough to sweep away the entire island, but it was comparatively thin, a mere two hundred meters across.

That was still enough to stare into the window of a skyscraper while its chin still rested on the ground, but compared to its length, that was nothing.

In fact, the satellite image made it look like an angry shoelace, but it was an angry shoelace that could be seen from space. This was no laughing matter.

Normal snakes like the King Cobra or Black Mamba could rear up to a third of their body, which meant that if that thing was capable of anything even remotely like it, that things jaws could reach up to a hundred and fifty kilometers into the sky.

It was big on a scale that Isaac could barely conceive, but then again, that just meant there was more to attack.

The head was the primary target, obviously, with its four eyes being the biggest targets of them all. It didnt look like a snake, more like a dragon, with its height being greater than its width.

Behind it, the neck barely narrowed, the two hundred meter diameter that continued down the entirety of its body.

Every inch of its body was covered in heavy, metallic-looking, scales, whose color was something between azure and black, deeply reminiscent of the ocean, somehow.

It held there for a moment, staring down at the ships even as they opened fire, unleashing an absolute storm of steel and fury.

The snake seemed to grin before it lunged forward, fire beginning to glow at the back of its throat.

Isaac grinned back. His heart felt like it had caught fire, flooding energy through his body.

Challenger of the Apocalypse, the worst has come to pass!

A monster of the end times has appeared, and if it is not stopped, your world will end.

As such, your last resort Skill, Final Defiance, has triggered!

Available mana: 5,154,639/1.000.000.000

Bring it, asshole!