BXBX NOVEL Chapter 83: Welcome to America!
I ran towards the Draugrs in front of me with the MP5SD. They said these bastards were so tough that arrows hardly had any effect. That may have sounded impressive, but against a modern bullet, an arrow was not much. I opened fire as I charged in to compensate for {Fighter}'s bad aim.
Among my weapons, only the Winchester 1887 and the M60 had {Fates}. I had yet to give them to my weapons individually. The MP5SD, similar to the MAC-11's, fired 9×19mm Parabellum, which were not the strongest rounds even with FMJs.
With the exception of the M60, Ruger MK II and P30L, my guns all used the same ammunition. This was because the only thing that mattered to the undead was penetrating their weak points.
To prove my point, the Draugrs simply tanked the 9mm rounds I fired. Even as the bullets peppered their heads and bodies, their armor and tough skin blocked the FMJs while their muscle mass negated the force. The MP5SD felt like a pea shooter in the face of these fuckers.
"Tsk. What about .44 Magnums? {Draw} 629!"
I tossed the MP5SD and called for another weapon. The Rank D's slowly jogged closer, using their weapons as makeshift shields.
'Ugh, opponents that knew how to think are annoying as hell!'
Not wanting to waste ammunition, I ran towards a Draugr. It raised its axe with both arms in preparation to cut my body in half. Tight as an arrow, I didn't stop as it came closer and I plunged into its chest.
Most of the weapons had an optimal distance. An axe's especially large two-handed once allowed a 2 or 3 meter area in front of the chest. That distance was the only place a weapon of that length would be viable.
Of course, when I closed to less than a meter, the draugr couldn't swing to hit me. Instead, it broke its stance and tried to use its left arm to strike at my head. At that point, I shoved the 1887 into its mouth. Like a deep throat blowjob, there was just something immoral and satisfying about making your enemies choke on a gun muzzle.
"Suck on this!"
I pulled the trigger, unleashing a 2 7/8-inch lead slug into the Draugr's mouth. The force of 1,120 feet per second of lead exploded the back of the Draugr's skull like a watermelon. The front half of its skull fell off, effectively decapitating the D-class monster.
But even though it had lost its head, the draugr slammed its fist into my scalp, stunning me for a moment. The headless body then dropped its weapon and frantically tried to grab me with its arms. Groggy, I tried to dodge the draugr dullahan and ducked to the left.
"Damn, that hurt. My vision is shot."
Enough blows to the head and most would lose control of entire organs in their body. Right now, my vision was only half of what I could normally see. I knew that {Fighter} would heal it eventually, but my current state was beyond problematic.
Another D rank came at me with a hammer! I tried to block his attack with the 1887. Forget parrying, the shotgun flew out of my hand. In a desperate attempt, I lunged at the Rank D and aimed the 629 revolver at its left eye. A .44 Magnum hollow point destroyed the monster's eyeball and exited the back of its head.
Unfortunately, despite the damage I had caused, it continued to swing its hammer at my left side. The impact was so powerful that it sent me flying a good five meters away, shattering my ribs. The simultaneous pain of healing my organs and my injuries sent an inordinate amount of suffering to my brain.
However, I have been through much worse. I defiantly spat out the blood in my mouth and then forced myself to stand up. It was my arrogance that made me want to duel these fuckers up close. {Reveal} had already shown me that their weakness was in their right shoulders, not their heads.
The intense agony I now felt was a profound reminder that death was just around the corner. Not willing to waste another second. I decided to change tactics to the most American way possible.
"{Draw} M26."
I then pulled out a series of frag grenades and threw them at the Draugrs. Instead of forcing myself to fight at close range, I ran away and bombarded them from beyond their range. The results were immediate, the four that still had heads were dismembered and maimed by a healthy dose of shrapnel.
When their arms were all blown off, I confirmed with {Reveal} that there were no other weak points. That probably meant I could not kill them no matter what I did. Then I noticed the lone Draugr I had decapitated pick up its skull and bow in prayer.
"Is it trying to regenerate? So the worse the damage, the longer you pray?"
I remembered a manga where they quartered an immortal and kept the pieces in five different places. This prevented the immortal from being a threat, even though it never died.
It was funny how anime and manga had so many useful ideas that could help in my current situation.
The resounding roar of my ally continued to echo throughout the valley. I drew a Big Mac and ate it. {Fighter} created a synergistic effect between {Eat}, {Digest}, and {Regen}. That is, when I ate in this mode, I healed even faster than normal.
Even though my enemies were the infamous Draugrs, there were four of them crawling on the ground with dismembered bodies, and one kneeling quietly, waiting for its head. While chewing on my burger, I grabbed a Draugr thigh, two left legs, and a right foot and sheathed them.
"Let's see what you look like later."
I ran towards Isolde, leaving the regenerating Immortals behind. When I arrived, the Reaper was sending a hailstorm of dragonfire into the horde of undead. There were almost no normies intact, while there were reforming corpses all around.
That must be how they survived the wyvern. The three surviving Undertakers were all hard at work, lanterns raised. The Draugrs formed a wall of muscle to keep Isolde at bay.
"Isolde, sorry it took so long! Let me help you!"
[Hurry Ami! They seem to be drinking toothpaste! My breath doesn't seem to work!]
"..."
Even when we were about to die, Isolde continued to make the lamest jokes I have ever heard. Ignoring her antics, I switched to {Mage} and drew the AR15.
I moved silently towards the remaining undertakers. When I was within range, I shifted into a combat glide and began raining freedom on the rank E monsters.
With the Draugr guards focused on Isolde, they didn't notice me coming from behind them. Before the Rank Ds could turn their backs on me, I managed to shatter the skull of one of the undertakers. With a pair of Draugrs out of work, they brandished their weapons and moved to hack me to pieces.
[Confirming death of the Rank E Undertaker.]
The four Draugrs still guarding their Undertakers remained in position. Their attention was divided between me and Isolde. I didn't mind their caution, and frankly, it didn't matter. I continued my approach and blew out the kneecaps of the Draugrs that came my way.
As they fell to the ground, I glided past them and worked my way to take out the rest. Isolde must have understood my tactics and rammed the wall of muscle like a bulldozer.
The German Reaper fought with wild abandon as she grabbed the Draugrs by the waist and tore them apart. We both knew instinctively that the battle was nearing its end.
Not to be outdone, I crippled two more Draugrs and murdered a lantern bearer. I could feel the ground shaking as the resurrected Normies moved to protect their last undertaker. The situation was dire as I had Draugrs in front of me while a group of zombies came at me from behind.
[Confirming death of the Rank E Undertaker.]
"{Reload}. {Fighter}. {Draw} M26. Welcome to America!"
I dropped the AR15 and started throwing the frag grenades without their pins. While {Fighter} didn't have {Carry} and {Pack}, it would allow me to survive the blasts from the M26.
Such a trade-off made the loss of throwing ability acceptable. I threw to the front, to the back, and to the side without a care in the world. When I ran out, I simply used {Reload} and resumed my explosive performance.
[Confirming the death of the Rank E Undertaker].
After my one-day freedom parade, there was nothing left. The surviving Normies were crushed by Isolde. My gamble to tip the scales paid off. If the Normies were allowed to resurrect en masse, even the grenades wouldn't have helped. I checked the Draugrs on the ground to see if they still had any glowing weak points, and when I found none, I asked Isolde to finish them off.
"Isolde, I have removed their magical resistance. Do you have it in you to burn them one last time?"
"JA! WITH PLEASURE! {DRAGON BREATH}!"
[Confirming death of the 20 Rank D Draugrs.]
True to her words, without the Draugrs' magical resistance, Isolde's dragon breath turned them into soup. We returned to the five I dueled earlier and found them limping around. It seems the Draugrs only regenerate flesh and skin. Since I hid the bones, these guys couldn't regrow their lower bodies. The one reforming its skull still hasn't moved an inch.
"That makes sense, I guess. I shattered most of his cranial fragments. It probably couldn't regenerate because of the missing pieces. Isolde, if you please."
"JA! I will give them a foot!"
"..."
[Confirming death of the 5 Rank D Draugrs.]
[There are no enemies left. The defense of zone 1093-2 has been completed.]
Isolde then fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her joy was evident in her eyes.
"Thank you for saving me, Ami. Your courage to stand even against the Immortal is impressive."
"Isolde, you are injured. Can you turn back into a human? I have {heal} tablets and food with me."
"Yes! I am hungry, just a moment."
The dragon then stuck a finger down her throat and regurgitated a shiny four-foot gem. A stench of stomach acid filled the air. I wrinkled my nose at the horrible smell.
Bright lights then engulfed Isolde as her body shrank back to human size. Thinking she would appear in her birthday suit like Joshua, I eagerly waited in anticipation.