Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Chapter 353: 353:Convoy On Attack



Leon almost raised his hands to clap as

his expression shifting to one of admiration.

However, Irina, standing close by, shot him a sharp look and her eyebrows raised in

disapproval as if asking.

'What are you doing?'

Leon caught off guard, mumbled an apology, with his cheeks flushing slightly as he averted

his gaze.

'Umm...Sorry, I liked his speech. Short, simple, precise, and straight to the point.'

Irina shook her head slightly but couldn't suppress a small, begrudging smile.

"Dismissed to your rest and readiness. We move out at first light."

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers responded in unison, their faces set in determined lines as they stood tall and marched away in disciplined formation.

Hale watched them go, his face softening just a fraction as he took in the sight of his troops dispersing with purpose.

Recognizing their uniforms, Leon noted they were likely military academy students, indicative of the disciplined training system.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

While everyone started to leave, Leon couldn't help but wander around.

Nighttime reduced the crowd on the City's streets, with manpower redirected due to the intense frontline battles against the fierce alien offensive.

With the dawn of sunlight, a huge convoy emerged from Sector 9.

Dozens of trucks followed by tanks with helicopters and spaceships hovering around the top begin the journey.

The extraterritorial battlefield operated in various complex ways.

Monsters can erupt from anywhere outside human settlement so alertness was of top priority.

In one of the convoy trucks, Leon jolted to and fro as the trunk kept on bouncing. On the other side, Irina's expression was quite blank but Gwen's expression was pale as there was too much movement.

The seat belt was just enough to keep you in place but your butt suffered heavy slams and damage.

"What kind of fucking suspension is this? We are living in such a modern world, yet we don't even have good fucking trucks," Leon cursed around.

"It's because there are a lot of craters. Most of the deformed land mass is formed due to monster battles and such."Irina explained.

"Then why the hell are we not using spaceships to fly, "Gwen screamed so her voice was audible.

"That's because it would cost too much fuel and particularly waste. Also, we might be in grave trouble if there is a change in winds and a monster attack."

"I see that's why the helicopters and two spaceships are flying at low levels near the convey, "Leon nodded with an understanding look and stared outside.

As Leon looked out the cracked truck window, the extraterrestrial landscape stretched before him in bleak, eerie splendor. The terrain was a patchwork of jagged rocks and scorched earth, scarred by relentless monster battles. The sky, a mix of gray and violet, cast a dim, unnatural light over the wasteland, where the remnants of settlements lay in smoldering ruin. Crater-filled ground and twisted, mutated vegetation dotted the barren expanse. Occasional flickers of movement caught Leon's eye shadowy forms that hinted at lurking dangers. The oppressive atmosphere and frequent truck jolts served as harsh reminders of the perilous world they navigated.

"Uhhh!"

Leon's gaze was abruptly drawn skyward as a distant whine pierced the air. He watched as a helicopter above released a missile, its trajectory slicing through the toxic sky.

The missile streaked with a sharp, high-pitched whistle before it collided with a distant target. A thunderous explosion erupted, shaking the truck violently due to loud sound waves radiating around.

The blast sent shockwaves through the convoy, and the vehicle came to a sudden, jarring halt. The convoy's tanks sprang into action, swiftly positioning themselves around the trucks, and they formed a protective barrier. T

Through the swirling dust and smoke, he spotted the source of the commotion. Emerging from the craters and rocky outcrops were several imposing creatures, their bodies looked that of prehistoric beasts but distinctly alien.

"Korravans!"Irina muttered.

These creatures, known as Korravons, stood on powerful, muscular hind legs. Their skin was a mottled gray-green, covered in armored plates that shimmered under the weak light.

Their heads were elongated with sharp, hooked beaks from which small slimy tentacles-like things emerged. Long, jagged claws extended from their arms, designed for both offense and defense. Their eyes glowed with a fierce, predatory intelligence.

"I should take a look," Leon muttered and was about to get up when Irina stopped her. "It's not our battle."

Raising his brows, Leon bent a bit and looked out towards Elena's convoy. She had her own personal set of tanks and helicopters that kept guarding the center behemoth truck that also carried weapons.

Then Leon locked onto the monster.

Name:Korravans

Age:12 year

Cultivation: None

The cultivation was none but at such a place with high gravity, Leon was sure that their strength was enough to take down many Martial Grandmasters and probably Martial Lords.

...

Outside....

The gunman's heart raced as the Korravons advanced, cutting through the smoke and debris.

The convoy's tanks roared to life, their heavy cannons swiveling into position. The deafening blast of tank shells shattered the stillness, and bullets erupted in a torrent of fire. The tanks unleashed a barrage, their shells thundering as they struck the Korravons with explosive

force.

Inside the truck, the gunman yelled over the chaos, "Brace yourselves! We're not out of this

yet!"

The tank commander's face tightened with concentration. "We need to keep the Korravons at bay. If they breach our defenses, we're done for!"

The gunner's pale face was now tinged with resolve. "Can we get out and help? We're sitting ducks in here!"

"Hold on," the gunman shouted back. "The tanks are handling the front. We need to stay put until we're clear."

The tanks continued their relentless assault, their guns belching fire and smoke. The Korravons staggered under the onslaught, their armored hides absorbing some of the impacts but still succumbing to the sheer force of the firepower.

One of the Korravons, a particularly massive specimen with scars running across its armor, let out an ear-splitting roar as a tank shell struck it squarely in the chest. It crashed to the ground, its limbs flailing in a final, violent display.

Despite the onslaught, a few Korravons began to break through the tank's defensive perimeter, their claws slashing through the air as they charged toward the trucks. The tank commander grabbed a weapon, eyes focused and determined. "Get ready!" the commander called out, voice cutting through the cacophony.

As the Korravons closed in, the gunman and the gunner joined the tank commander at the truck's side door, weapons at the ready. The gunman fired his laser gun, each shot precise and deliberate, aiming for the exposed joints and underbellies of the approaching beasts.

PANG!PANG!PANG!

Mass of flesh and blood exploded one after another.

The gunner's weapon hummed with energy, its shots carving through the Korravons with

bright, searing lines.

One Korravon lunged at the gunman, its beak snapping dangerously close. The gunman

ducked, rolling to the side as a burst of bullets from the gunner's weapon struck the creature's

flank. The beast roared in pain and stumbled, giving the gunman the opening needed to

deliver a decisive shot to its head.

"Keep pushing them back!" the gunman shouted, voice strained with the effort. "We've got to

hold this line until we're clear!"

The battle raged on, the clash of gunfire and roars of the Korravons blending into a frenzied symphony of survival. The tanks' shells continued to pound the enemy, while the group fought relentlessly, but the stoppage and loud sound attracted another horde.

Just as the team was about to engage physically, they noticed.

SWOOSH!

Like many bullets had been fired, black masses left behind a blur accelerated and struck them.

BOOM!

From a distance, they saw a huge bulky figure grabbing a Korravan and raising it to slam into

the ground forking the life out of it.

BRRR!

The radio signal was turned and they received a voice.

[My son will take care of monsters. Start the engines and move out.]

"Yes Mam!"