The World of Masks

The United Forces command that remained in Australia began to seek all means to somehow support the Army in New Zealand and somehow bring them back. But there was no clear way.

As a test, I floated several transport ships, but were immediately sunk by a giant monster waiting in the sea. Not to mention the sky. Every time I went to New Zealand for supplies, a vast number of flying monsters and undead welcomed me. Moreover, satellite imagery confirmed that all runways originally or temporarily constructed in New Zealand were destroyed. That meant there was no place to land if we sent a transport soon.

All sorts of opinions came out to clear this up.

Opinion to mobilize the transport ship, even if it takes damage. Comments that construction equipment should be included in the supplies to create a temporary runway, then taken some damage and escorted by aircraft. Comments that we should continue to supply rockets and UAVs until we find a new solution at all. Even the idea of giving up soldiers in New Zealand. But none of them spoke out of favor with the command. The United Nations has been constantly pressuring Commander Miller, to be precise. At least the soldiers isolated in New Zealand should be saved safely. Command is at an impasse. I had to come to some kind of conclusion.

Gear even suggests a nuclear attack. In the beginning, the Allied forces used weapons that were banned or criticized as inhuman because they didn't even need to think about monster or undead human rights. Not only the munitions, but the poison gas and the bio-weapon. Of course, the deadly and persistent monsters had little effect on poison gas or biochemical weapons. But with a soot shell, it was working pretty well, so I was using it sparingly. But the nucleus is wrong. The fallout will definitely soil New Zealand. Above all, it was hard to write now. These are two-dimensional beings without industrial facilities or important cities. The only way to use nuclear bombs efficiently is to drop them where the monsters and undead are concentrated, but the problem was that most of them are located near a large coalition garrison. There may be a massive Friendly Fire. This room was eventually rejected.

After a while, the troops were again somewhat equipped. As if almost annihilated, a navy, anti-aircraft force, and a coalition aware of the seriousness of the situation sent their troops back to their limit. However, the quality has fallen sharply compared to the initial troops.

The Allies have made it clear that reinforcements are no longer possible. The neuroconduction between the countries had already disappeared. To that extent, mankind was desperate and pushed to the limit.

But no matter how much I thought about it, there was no clear way. There were only two conclusions. Are you willing to take heavy damage and go on an escape mission, or give up on them? The time for choice has come.

But first, the faction that started new actions was the Demon King's army, not the Allied forces.

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Canberra Airport, Australia. Air power from each country was gathered in an effort to replace the aircraft that was lost in New Zealand. The quality is significantly lower than it used to be, but the plane is still a fighter. Hundreds of fighters gathered in an orderly fashion.

The perimeter was heavily guarded because of monsters' surprise attacks that had never been shot down in combat and had been unilaterally crushed. A dense set of lights to the sky around the airport and the anti-aircraft grapes were placed here and there. The soldiers patrolling at short intervals were an option. Elements were equipped with CCTVs and infrared surveillance devices, and they were also equipped to trigger emergency bells when someone touched them. There are literally iron bars on the guard.

Bashrack!

A young man approaches the wire fence around Canberra Airport, trampling on the thick grass. You can see planes converging through the perimeter fences in case of an ambush. You can see a few fighters taking off as if they were on a mission.

The young man standing right next to the fence and staring at the airport was a man. I cut my curly black hair short and was dressed in plain clothes. Blue eyes, like the sea, are interestingly looking at the fighters.

He looked cool with good eyewear, but he wasn't a noticeably handsome man. There was nothing a little bit more unique than the average height. It's just that the clothes you're wearing look strangely awkward in order to characterize you. It was like I had never worn a foreign outfit before.

"Hey, what's going on?!"

The man turns his head to the voice coming from beside him. I can see two men in uniform rushing towards me with hard faces. It was like a guard guarding this airport. They rush in front of the man, giving him a suspicious look. The man raises his hands and tells them he has no intention of resisting.

"I'm not a suspicious person. I just wanted to see what the fighters at the airport looked like."

It was a slightly awkward English, but it did not give me a clear sense of heterogeneity.

On soldiers' faces, yes. 'on my face. Since the airport has become like the showroom of international fighter planes, it is often because of a man in front of us. It was clear that anyone who liked fighters wanted to see them was a pain in the ass to the soldiers who had to chase them out.

"I know how you feel, but this is a military area. Please leave now."

"I understand."

The man simply listens to the soldier. The soldiers' faces soften a little. Not just following a horse as gently as a man, but even after he was caught, there were occasionally some humans who were causing trouble to the soldiers, saying that it was wrong to look a little bit. I thought I wanted to hit my head with the skull of the rifle I was holding, then step on my muscles and put a bullet in the skull last, but Nam Nam's army couldn't attack civilians to protect the people. I had no choice but to hand it over to the police.

"But you're going through a lot. Things have been tough lately, haven't they?"

"We can do whatever we want to protect our country and our people."

He speaks with a blunt face. It seems these soldiers have nothing but the intention of chasing him out. Did he notice that color? The man tries to turn away, taking a gesture of apology.

It was then that something came into a man's eyes.

"You believe in God."

Looking at the necklace on the cross, hung by a soldier, the man said,

"Isn't the existence of a superpower causing you to lose faith a lot?"

An unpleasant expression appeared on the face of the marked soldier. We don't want humans to leave quickly, but we ask strange questions. With questions that make me feel uneasy these days. But the soldier said in a decisive voice.

"Just like that, my faith won't be shaken."

The man looks in awe. The soldier felt a slight softness in his expression. It seemed to have received recognition for his faith.

"Excellent. Faith unshakable. God is different, but I admire that belief."

The man waved the accessory around his neck. The soldiers saw a necklace-shaped accessory worn by a man. Inside the circular border, there was a decoration that had never been seen, with three lines drawing a vortex. According to the behavior of the man, it was speculated that the wolf was a sign of some religion.

A minority? '

It is not a symbol of Buddhism, Christianity, Islam and Hinduism, at least the four largest religions in the world. Due to the exclusivity of Christianity, the soldier looked at the man with unflattering eyes. In his view, the man's religion was only one. But right now, this is a private place. It was time for the soldier to come to his senses and warn the man that he would retreat again.

"Well, that's too much time. So I'll leave you to it."

The man turns away with a calm smile. And I started walking straight forward. The two soldiers shrug as they look at each other's faces. And I waited for the man to be out of sight.

The man moves slowly. Then he touched the ornament on the necklace. Suddenly, there was deep faith in the man's blue eyes. It was not common belief, but to the extent it could be called brainwashing or fanaticism.

'Everything is for my god .'

The strong determination of the man resounded silently in my mind.