Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 178: Three Down, Two to Go.



Thalor, his pride still unbroken, tried to push himself up. But even as his form flickered weakly, the assassin was too far gone to fight. The relentless barrage from the AC-130 and Velara's attacks had left him drained of both power and energy.

His breath was ragged, and his body twitched with the last remnants of dark magic. Garruk's eyes flickered from Thalor to Velara, and for the first time, there was no arrogance-only a grim realization that they were outmatched.

Velara took a step forward, eyes narrowing. "You're not leaving," she declared coldly, her grip tightening around Stormbreaker. "I won't let you regroup and return stronger."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But Garruk was prepared. His eyes glinted with rage as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. He gripped his axe in one hand, raising the other toward the sky, his voice bellowing as he activated one of his unique skills.

Garruk opened his mouth and suddenly, a deep, primal roar erupted from his throat. The sound wasn't just loud—it was tangible, a shockwave of power that tore through the air like a force of nature.

The intensity of the howl was far beyond anything she had encountered before. The ground beneath her trembled, cracks spidering outward from where Garruk stood.

The shockwave struck her like a physical blow, lifting her from her feet and sending her hurtling backward. The force was immense, far stronger than any normal attack. Velara flew through the air, crashing into a nearby stone wall with a brutal impact. Her armor absorbed much of the blow, but even the Aetherium Plate couldn't fully mitigate the damage. The stone cracked and crumbled behind her, and for a moment, everything went silent.

The AC-130 circled above, but the crew hesitated to fire again, unsure of Velara's position amidst the chaos caused by Garruk's skill.

Garruk, his chest heaving from the exertion of his howl, stepped forward. His eyes flickered toward Thalor, who was barely conscious. "I told you," Garruk growled, his voice edged with frustration. "We retreat now."

Thalor, still clutching onto the last shreds of his pride, nodded weakly. He couldn't argue, not anymore. And he gazed up to the sky where an enigma was engaging them.

"There's something flying above us. Is it from the humans that killed Ursa and injured Valeria?"

"We can't strike what we can't reach," Thalor rasped, his pride momentarily giving way to practicality. "They're too high up. The force of their weapons is... unnatural. The velocity alone..." His voice trailed off as he watched the gunship banking in the distance, readying for another pass.

Garruk grunted, his grip tightening on his axe. "We need to leave. Now." His tone was decisive, yet the weight of retreat gnawed at him. Demon King Generals did not flee-this battle had taken a toll on his pride as well. But survival was now the priority.

Velara, recovering from the impact of Garruk's Havoc Howl, pushed herself off the crumbled stone wall. Her vision blurred momentarily as she stood, her body aching from the sheer force of the attack. But she was not defeated. Not yet.

She tightened her grip on Stormbreaker, and as the magical energy surged back through her, her resolve solidified. She would not allow them to escape. Not after what they had done to her kingdom.

"You think you can run?" Velara called out, her voice filled with righteous fury. The sparks around her warhammer crackled once again, and she readied herself for one final push. "You'll find no sanctuary here, demons. I will hunt you down, and there will be no mercy!"

Garruk turned to face her, his red eyes blazing with frustration. "You've won this round, dwarf. But mark my words-you will see us again."

"Hoh? A Demon King General fleeing from battle?" Velara's voice dripped with mockery, her lips curling into a cold, defiant smile as she tightened her grip on Stormbreaker. "I thought you demons were supposed to be unstoppable. What happened to that pride, Garruk? Or is running the only thing you're good at?"

Thalor's eyes flashed with anger as he pushed himself shakily to his feet, his form flickering weakly as the last vestiges of his shadow magic clung to him. "You dare speak to us like that, dwarf?" His voice was filled with venom, his pride bruised beyond repair. He raised his hand, summoning what little power he had left. "I'll-"

"Enough," Garruk barked, cutting Thalor off before he could continue. The hulking warrior's voice carried a dangerous edge, but it was tempered with restraint. His gaze remained locked on Velara, his red eyes burning with the weight of his defeat. "You let her provoke you, and it will be the end of us both. Remember that thing flying above us."

Thalor snarled, clenching his fists, but he fell silent under Garruk's stern command. Garruk turned his full attention back to Velara, his gaze narrowing. "You've won this round, dwarf, but don't mistake it for victory. Next time, you won't be so lucky. The next time we meet, it will be your end." His voice rumbled like an oncoming storm, filled with the promise of retribution.

Velara smirked, unphased by his words. "You keep telling yourself that," she replied coolly. "But the next time we meet, I'll be sending you to whatever hell awaits you."

Thalor, still fuming from the provocation, took a step forward, his body shaking with barely contained rage. "I won't forget this insult, Elf! You'll pay for what you've done today!" His voice was strained, his pride refusing to let the insult go unanswered.

Garruk placed a hand on Thalor's shoulder, gripping it tightly, his expression hardening. "We leave now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Thalor glanced between Garruk and Velara, his hatred clear, but he finally relented, allowing Garruk to pull him back. The two demons began to retreat into the shadows of the mountains, their forms slowly fading as the distance grew.

Velara watched them go, the crackling energy around her warhammer slowly dying down. Her breathing was heavy, her body aching from the Havoc Howl and the fierce battle that had nearly cost her everything. But she had won-for now.

There are still Demon King General in the Dwarven Kingdom, two of them exactly.

Meanwhile, in a somewhat command center of the Dwarven Kingdom. Vincent's earpiece crackled.

"Spooky-1 to Alpha Actual, two targets retreated. I repeat, two targets retreated. One down."

Vincent was satisfied hearing that. "Good work Spooky-1, I'll task you on another firing mission, two Demon King Generals still left in the Dwarven Kingdom. Move quickly into position, over."

"Copy that Alpha Actual, Spooky-1 moving in position."