Chapter 653: All Hail Firepowaar!

Chapter 653: All Hail Firepowaar!

"Claymore One, this is Beholder, you have air support in the AO," The surveillance wing ship circling above the battle reported. "Callsign Warrior. Channel Four. Over."

"Roger!" Tyrier yelled back over the din of the battle to his comms. His rifle locked back as he fired emptied his remaining magazine at a screaming Beetle Head just several meters away, shredding his magic barrier and turning his scream into a dying gurgle. "Reloading!"

He ducked down behind the crumbling wall and quickly reloaded and at the same time, he reached over to Tavel and slapped his shoulder, and yelled into his ear, "Air support be here in five! Callsign Warrior on channel four!"

"Copy that!" Tavel replied without taking his attention away from the fight. His suppressed rifle popped mechanically as he serviced his targets. He only did a quick check of his wristwatch when he dropped behind the wall to reload and manually counted the time.

"Get them to kill those damn airships!" Tyrier added as he popped back up and added his firepower at the enemies. "Our shields are not gonna hold for much longer!"

"All stations, this is Warrior Flight, we have entered the AO." The five minutes felt like an eternity to the defenders as finally the welcoming words were heard over the comms.

"Warrior, warrior, this is Claymore One," Tavel quickly dropped behind the wall and used his radio. "Airships in the open! You are cleared hot! Over."

"Roger Claymore One, weapons hot, standby!"

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The three A - 1 Warboas split their up formation, with one remaining on station while the other two dived downwards each aiming at their own target. The targets in question were easily spotted, both big, red and ugly, standing out like a sore thumb over the yellow brown terrain. The smoke and the flickering magical afterglows did not help in concealing the airships at all.Findd new stories at novelhall.com

The twin chin gatlings of both attack craft burped for exactly three seconds, each firing at over 3,000 rounds per minute. In that three seconds, 300 rounds of what the armament ground crew joking called the 'Send with Love Blend' which consisted of a mix of armor piercing, incendiary and high explosive rounds, was spewed out by each attack craft.

The deadly mix of firepower rained down on both unsuspecting airships which did not even have their magical barriers up. The results were spectacular as metal and wood were exploded and turned into many many tiny pieces. And as if to add insult to the injury, both A - 1 Warboas, added in another barrage of ship killer rockets as they roared past the wounded airships.

The effects of the gun runs were like a display of firecrackers, except many times louder and deadlier. After which came the deep BRRRT of the twin 20 mm gatlings of the A - 1 Warboas. Steam and flames burst out from blown pipes and mangled decks. And before the Protectorate crews could respond, anti ship rockets slammed into their midsections and detonated deep inside the holds of the airships.

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"HAAAIL FIREPOWAAAR!" The goblins crackled with joy when they saw both airships being crippled by the airstrikes. "Where ya stinky God now?"

"Kekekeke, tis our jobs, Princess!" A skinny goblin wearing Army camouflage overalls, a set of resized body armour and a jockey cap giggled. "We here to Res-Kill! Rescue and kill things! Kekekeke!"

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Outside the ruined church, the goblins of the 1st MSC was busy dropping bags filled with parts onto the ground and dragging drop pods filled with machinery and wheels. Very quickly, the skeletal shape of a dune buggy appeared. Parachute fabric became lining for the simple seats and overhead cover while the rest of the buggy, made out of rods were exposed to the elements, only a few simple plates of metal served to protect the more vital electric engine and batteries.

The goblins worked quickly and in barely an hour, over a dozen buggies, each enough to ferry seven adults were almost completed. Tyrier watched the goblins cheerfully bolt another buggy together and shook his head, thinking that previous, they were still locked in a hard battle against these creatures. But now, here they were working on machines without a care in the world.

"Ten more mi nuts!" The goblin chief called out. Tyrier noticed that the goblins were even mounting weapons on the top of buggies. A completed buggy hummed its way up before the doors of the ruined church where Tyrier was standing and the goblin behind the wheel threw a lopsided salute and drawled, "The Princess's personal ride is here!"

Tyrier nodded and he entered the church and reported to the seated Princess who had her child asleep on her lap. "My lady, we can depart now."

Sherene nodded and she carefully held her sleeping son in her embrace and followed the soldier out where a barebones looking vehicle awaited. The sight of the makeshift like vehicle brought tears to her eyes as she suddenly recalled seeing something similar many years back when she was leading her people to safety and now, the almost exact scene appeared.

"My lady?" Tyrier frowned when he saw the tears and wondered if the Princess was unwell or something.

Sherene shook her head and with the help of Tyrier she climbed on board at the back where a simple bench heavily padded with rolls of parachute silk was prepared for her and her child. She gratefully sat down and the goblin helped buckle her up grinned and said, "Its ah bumpy ride!"

Soon the vehicle quickly filled up, with most of the Claymore One operatives on board and the rest on another vehicle, the impromptu convoy quickly rolled out of the ruins. Sherene watched as the ruins slowly disappear from view before a hulking crimson red War Jack catch her eye. She gasped in shock but quickly calmed down when she noticed the rest was not worried.

"W- What is that?" Sherene pointed to the rear. "Is that one... of ours?"

Tyrier looked back and realised she was pointing to Dijon and for a moment he wondered what to tell her. He knew Dijon felt responsible for having failed to protect the Princess and leading her to end up in the Protectorate's hands. He could also guess the reason why Dijon did not appear before the Princess as well hence when she asked who or what was following them, he did not know what to answer.

"Eh... that is one of our latest... fighting golems!" Finally, Tyrier replied awkwardly. "We... converted some of their golems into our use."

"I see," Sherene nodded. "I... thought it was one of theirs..."

Tyrier let out a soft sigh as he stared at the PAC run behind them at a steady pace and said softly over the wind, "He can never be one of them..."