chapter 16: Invasion Part 4

I held on my cable for dear life while the bulkier is holding on to my leg. I could deduce the height from here is about 40 feet up. Not a problem much for sure when I fall down now that I think about it but unfortunately, the numbers of crawlers and zombies below would spell doom for me.

Crank.

I look up and notice that the end of my cable is slowly loosing up. Our combined weight will not hold us for long. With that thought, I started stomping on the bulkier's face.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

"You won't be able to get rid of me that easily. You will die here!"

The bulkier started to wiggle around. The rapid movement are speeding up the cable's separation. Oh no you don't. I looked at the bulkier and inhaled a deep breath. I hit it with my black breath. My attack hit its arm and are now melting at a rapid pace. The bulkier tried to hold on to me with its other hand but I already predicted this from a mile away. I raise my left leg and kick its face one last time that caused its already melting arm to sever. The bulkier falls down to the see of the Undead and they immediately caught the bulkier.

I heard a noise from nearby and saw my battle drone heading in my direction. It took out two EPB Launchers and fired two shots down below.

Boom.

Boom.

Two massive explosions resulted in two domes of high voltage of electricity. The unfortunate zombies below was reduced to ashes in mere seconds. The force of the explosion launch me upwards that made me land on the rooftop of the big house.

I slowly stood up and shook my head. I held my sword still in hand and walked at the edge of the rooftop. I look down and I saw nothing but two wide craters in the ground. I could see numerous bodies of the undead that despite being a few feet away from the blast, they still suffered devastating burns. I couldn't even spot a part of the bulkier from earlier. It's body got completely vaporized from the blast.

Looks like I won but it took quite a lot of toll in me. I lost both my guns and my armor is badly damaged. I stare at the ongoing chaos and notice Whity ripping the head of a zombie drakier while my battle drone is raining bullets from above. Crawlers and zombies all around the town are getting slaughtered left and right. Some bulkiers are trying to organize some of them but are quickly getting gunned down by my drone. Their bodies are being ripped apart and the bulkiers are also given the same treatment. A few of them tried to attack the battle drone by throwing projectiles right at it and would sometimes try to pounce on it whenever they got near.

All those efforts results in vain as the drone would evade each attack like a veteran pilot. The projectiles are not even getting near the drone and those who tried to jump at it would either fall to the ground or meet their end through one of its guns.

As time passed, little by little, the amount of undead in this town are slowly getting smaller. Their unholy screams are starting to mellow. Sooner or later, all of this will be over. For now, I need to rest a little before facing on the master of this so called nest.

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Alright this should be enough. I stood up and made my way downstairs. One zombie tried to pounce on me from behind but with a quick slash, I made its head roll through the stairs.

As I continue my way down, lots of zombies and crawlers alike would tried to ambush me but they all met their end at the tip of my blade.

The same scenario was repeated when I'm finally at the ground floor. Once I'm done with them I knew it's time to raid the big mansion.

When I got there, I saw 4 bulkiers guarding the entrance. I saw some of those zombies but I see no crawler in sight. They must have sent them to take down Whity and my drone.

Now how the hell do I get passed those things...no. Leaving them alive would prove to be counterproductive when I'm finally facing its leader. Their boss might call for them during the middle of the fight like that last bastard.

"Arf! Arf!"

"Beep"

I turn around and saw Whity and my battle drone. Whity looks a bit tired but I can tell he still has enough energy for a few fight. His armor had a lot of damage. It has numerous large claw marks and his helmet lost half of its part. The broken helmet made half of Whity's face visible for all to see but he seems to not be bothered by it too much. He's all beat up but he still got that fighting spirit. My battle drone however still looks fresh. It has no visible damage in all of its parts. Probably due to its safe distance and careful maneuver during its flight. Despite this, I know that it has exhausted quite a lot of its guns. I don't know how much bullets it has left in its tank but I hope it's enough. I held my stare at my drone and walk towards it.

"Initiate assistance."

The drone opened its stomach below and let out a KK 62 along with its 6 bullet shells. I caught the gun and reloaded it. I knew a time where I would lose a bit of my armory would come so I prepared for situations like this. I made this drone store a small parts of its body with a lot of weaponry. Guns, swords, bazooka, you name it. To deal with the size problem, I put my guns inside the drone in pieces. Once I would give my order, there are small mechanical hands that will assemble any chosen weapon to suit any situation that I'm in. One its done, the weapon will be let out.

I stared at my drone and ordered for it to make a distraction and it quickly does so towards the mansion. I look at Whity and gave him a challenging smirk.

"Ready to go, Whity?"

"Arf! Arf!"

"Heh, alright then."

Together, we charge towards the the bulkiers and caused mayhem. They never stood a chance. Each bulkier and crawler that gets in my way would get introduced to my little gun friend. Whity would maul them left and right. I would avoid fighting them in close combat as seeing that my gun is more than enough to finish the job.

Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada...

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And all of them are nothing but scattered corpses at the ground. I beckoned Whity and my drone inside the mansion and the chaos continued. The only noises that are heard in the area are the sounds of Whity ripping bulkiers left and right, my battle drone delivering a rain of bullets, and me shooting any nearby bulkiers at the same distance...

Haah. This may take awhile...

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And it did. Damn this mansion is enormous. Every where we go, we would encounter some of those undead bitches. Don't worry though, as soon enough, I would make them my bitch instead. Whity is panting hard now. All these battles are massively taking a toll on him. We went to a part of the mansion that's devoid of those flesh eaters and told Whity to rest up. He immediately lay to the ground and proceeded to sleep. Wow, guess I underestimated how tired he was, huh. Now it's just me and my battle drone.

We continued our way and got ourselves inside a very big office. I look up and saw someone sitting at the couch nearby. Observing the attire and form of its body, I quickly deduced that it's a man. His clothes are similar to those of formal wear on my previous world. A tuxedo and a matching pants however it has small silver chains attached to his soldiers. He also wore weird hat that has skull designs at its sides. The person looked up and I saw two undead eyes staring back at me.

"Welcome."