The World of Masks

Sandoval jumps off the tank he took care of. You stare at the new tanks, striking the surroundings with your fists.

Two. That's enough to kill. '

In the first place, a tank needs an infantry escort to perform its full power. It was awkward at the beginning of the battle, but the tactics were useless when the undead ran out of ammunition and the tanks and infantry were thrown into clubs. The lack of infantry tanks was not a threat to the ability to play around with tank movements with high mobility and rapid body movements. As long as you don't lose those strong defenses.

'I think he's holding back.'

Slightly compromised, and it won't last long, but Sandoval's allies are holding off the undead 'advance. You seem to have enough time to get rid of the two tanks.

It was time for Sandoval to make up his mind and try to get close to the incoming tanks.

Kiririk!

One of the tanks moves.

"SHIT!"

Sandoval hides behind the tank he smashed.

Boom!

The giant in the heavy tank flickers and glows. The upper part of the tank, which was ablaze with Sandoval's power, bounces straight up into the sky. The hot heat passes over Sandoval.

"Damn it!"

He narrows his eyes. The ambient atmosphere is consistent with high heat. The tank Sandoval used as a shield was torn apart and the gloves on the ground floor were broken off. It seems that Sandoval hit you even more than the lateral gloves hit you with a cannonball.

'Do you have any more tanks left?' '

The allies behind you seem surprised by this attack. I could see the slowness in his actions.

'Of course, of course.'

But the truth is, things have gotten worse. I don't know how many shells are left in that tank right now, but no matter how powerful the cannonball is, there's no escape from being chopped into shredded meat. But I couldn't give up. The bombardment just made the actions of the refugees seem more urgent. Allowing more artillery or access to tanks could be a catastrophe in which refugees could flee and be trampled to death by each other.

Sandoval escapes from his hiding tank.

Boom!

'Damn, there it is again!'

I sincerely prayed that the cannonball would be the last, but it seems that the world is not so easy to turn around. Sandoval hurries to the side.

Kuang!

A cannonball lands a large crater on the asphalt. Scary traces of cannonballs are etched all around you. I felt goosebumps on my back. But I couldn't be weaker here. Sandoval pushes back into his legs.

Phew!

Shoots a huge flame into the road ahead. You clear out the undead and open a red path to the target tank. After putting the sparks all over his body, Sandoval smashes into the front of the tank.

As you approach, you feel the pressure of a large tank. Even Sandoval has dealt with a tank, it's the same thing.

Boom!

Once again, the tank breathes fire. The tanks are not suitable for handling one person moving quickly, although they boast a powerful blow. Again, the tanks' cannonballs slip past Sandoval. The sound of the waves hit my eardrum. Sandoval grips his teeth and horribly plunges into the tanker's flagpole.

Bang, bang!

Sandoval's left hand rests on a tank pouch, as if it were an iron rod, and his right hand is placed in front of the tank pouch.

'If there is still a cannonball left and you have loaded it .'

Sandoval raises a flame and shoves it inside the pod. His thoughts were right.

Kuaang!

The cannonball is loaded and explodes, surrounded by a high flame to launch its next attack. Unlike the hard exterior, the interior of the tank, which is relatively weak in defense, bursts open. The undead have taken control of the tanks inside and destroyed all the controls.

All right!

Sandoval clenches his fist. I've always said it's best to stay low, but it was very effective. There's only one left. Whether there was no cannonball or not, the cannon was just a tank that could be pushed against the heavy giant without even thinking of moving.

Sandoval jumps out of the tank and sets foot back on a firm asphalt. I felt a little tired because of the tension. You dodge the undead from all sides, smash them, and advance back towards the last remaining tank. I was going to tear out the entrance a little bit like a Buson tank at first, and then pour a flame into it.

It was then.

"Ahhhh!"

I heard the child's cry. Sandoval turns his head in horror.

A child was walking out of a building on the sidewalk. The girl in her short pajamas began to cry even more when she saw the situation outside.

Did the family fall into chaos when they escaped, or did they all suffer horrible things? One thing was for sure, the sound of a girl's crying caught the attention of the undead, and it would never spread in a direction that would benefit her.

"Damn it!"

Sandoval, who was about to tear out the opening of the tank, turns around. I was going to save that girl first.

Creepy!

Suddenly, I felt goosebumps. I hunched down instinctively.

Skak!

A creepy feeling passed over my head. Sandoval leans back and places his hand on the surface of the tank. Then, after rolling over, he stretched out his arms and bounced off. I landed gently on the asphalt and immediately turned to look at the one who attacked me.

There he is. Under the bright moon, a dark skeleton standing on a tank with a streetlight, staring down at himself, unlikely to be able to find if he's hiding in the dark.

'I've heard of it.'

Even if the PPSO is treated as an uninvited guest within the Allied forces, basic information continues to come in. Among that information, there was a man before me. An undead who boasts a strength unlike any regular skeleton. Even the Armored Forces can't guarantee life and death if they meet them.

"When did this happen?" '

Sandoval looks back. The undead continue to approach, just sitting around the crying girl, making sure that her legs are free. This time I saw where my colleagues were. They didn't seem to be able to afford it either. It was best for the undead to block the way to the refugees.

Tuck!

A black skeleton leaps lightly down into the tank. It was certainly a different level of body teasing than the undead I had seen.

Just, just, just!

The stiff jawbone twitches. Sandoval's brow rises.

"Are you laughing?"

It was definitely not a pleasant move. No, it was a clear shot at Sandoval's nerves. However, the Black Skull approaches with a slow knife as if it had no feelings at all.

Sandoval is firmly grounded. I had to save that girl there as soon as I could. Thinking of defeating the enemy in front of you as soon as possible, you unleash the maximum amount of fire you can inflict.

Glug glug!

The red flame extends straight out. An ordinary undead would not be able to resist this flame and burn it. However, the Black Skull avoids the flames by slightly bending its torso. Rather, he lowered his stance and jumped down the fire and quickly approached Sandoval.

"Grrrgh!"

You dodge the swinging knife. Sandoval clenches his fist at the Black Skull as he moves into a collapsed position.

Tak!

A hard arm of a black skull bounces off its fist. The knife in his other hand plunges back into Sandoval. Sandoval bends back as far as he can, as if he were Limbo.

You see the black sky, the moon, and a sharp blade in front of you. The straight knives are drawn straight down. Sandoval kicks the ground hard with his left foot.

Spinning!

Avoid the sword while rotating the body. You use your Resistance to stay away from the Black Skull.

"Huff! Huff!"

I breathed heavily. I was amazed by my own enormous bodily acuity, by my miraculous senses, and by my human-like movements. In the old days, this kind of movement would have been unthinkable. However, even with all that strength, you couldn't easily defeat the Black Skull in front of you.

Tuck!

The black skeleton straightens its blade again, sweeping away the spark that had been slightly transferred to the tip of the finger bone. Sandoval is back in position.

You become more and more nervous. One day, the surrounding area is surrounded by undead, the remaining tanks are steadily advancing, and the Black Skull is fixing a permanent naturalization on itself. Above all, the girl was dangerous.

"Gaaaaaah!"

The girl screams at the nearby undead horde. The girl looking for her parents trembled with deep pity, but unfortunately, Undead had no feelings at all. Sandoval, who was able to block the way, and even the refugees who were there, moved on.

"Ahhhh!"

Something pops out from the refugees. It was a motorcycle. Even the talents who were blocking the road with harsh exhaust sound, the motorcycle headed straight for the girl. The undead are already swarming around the girl. The motorcycle rider wants to speed up the bike, but jumps to the side, knocking down the position.

Rrrrgh!

A rough thrown motorcycle slides across the road and slams into the undead. A considerable number of undead are caught in a motorcycle and fall. In that empty space, a man on a motorcycle, who jumped off the grass next to him and was not badly injured with all sorts of safety equipment, quickly jumped in. Then I just grabbed her and ran out. It was pleasant while the undead, who were squawking like they couldn't judge the situation, were pausing for a moment.

The person on the motorcycle takes off his helmet and starts running desperately to where the refugees are. Sandoval mutters wildly on his face as his helmet peels off.

"Sir?"