Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 68 - 67: War (2)

My gun barked fiercely, a rapid succession of shots that rang out like thunder.

The goblins were quick but aimless, darting through the debris of the battlefield like shadows flitting from light.

I mowed down the hordes one by one.

A goblin fell, its shriek cut short as my bullet tore through its head.

Another fell, then another, while ichor splattered onto my suit.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood.

The battlefield stretched before me, a chaotic tapestry of clashing steel, guttural roars, and the occasional ear-piercing screech of goblins.

The ground beneath my boots was a muddy mess, churned up by the relentless trampling of orcish feet and the desperate scrambling of soldiers.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering flames of nearby fires.

It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, and yet, here I was, right in the middle of it.

I tightened my grip on my gun, the cool metal a reassuring presence in my hand.

The weight of it was familiar, a constant companion through countless battles.

My eyes scanned the field, taking in the hordes of orcs and goblins that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon.

They were a sea of green and gray, their crude weapons glinting in the dim light.

The sheer numbers were overwhelming, but I couldn’t afford to let that thought take root.

Not now.

Not when so many lives depended on us.

The wave of goblins came at me with their usual reckless abandon, their beady eyes filled with a mix of fear and bloodlust.

I raised my gun, the barrel steady as I took aim.

Bang!

The first shot rang out, a sharp crack that echoed across the battlefield.

A goblin fell, its lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

I didn’t pause to watch it fall, there were too many more to deal with.

I moved with practiced ease, my body a well-oiled machine.

Each shot was precise, each movement calculated.

The goblins fell one after another, their numbers thinning with every pull of the trigger.

Suddenly, a hulking mass of green caught my eye.

An orc aimed to charge at me, its club raised high like a battering ram.

Its club was a crude thing, but I had no doubt that it could crush bones with a single swing.

It swatted aside goblins as if they were mere toys.

The orc roared as it swung its club toward me, the air crackling with the rush of its formidable strength.

Time seemed to slow down as I ducked under the swing, the heavy club whistling past my head.

And I leaped back, giving distance from it.

But the orc didn’t give up.

It roared, and charged at me with surprising speed for something so large.

I barely had time to react as the club came down in a wide arc.

I sidestepped, the club missing me by inches, and grabbed the handle as it swung past.

The orc’s eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t give it a chance to recover.

I drained the very essence of the club, making it a weightless hunk of wood in my hands.

The orc stumbled back, confusion and fear flashing across its face.

I didn’t hesitate.

With a deft motion, I swung the club down upon him, snapping it across my knee like a twig before raising my gun.

The blast reverberated in my chest as the bullet tore through the orc’s skull, the body collapsing into the dirt, leaving nothing but a broken doll of flesh and bone.

I turned my attention to the rest of the battlefield, my eyes searching for any sign of an Awakened.

They were our elite, the ones with powers beyond the norm, but even they were struggling.

I spotted one in the distance, surrounded by five orcs.

The Awakened fought valiantly, his movements a blur of speed and precision, but the numbers were against them.

His sword sweeping in swift arcs, deflecting their crude weapons with remarkable agility.

Yet, for every strike he landed, another orc closed in, their sheer numbers becoming an insurmountable weight, their attacks becoming more coordinated, more brutal.

I could see exhaustion creeping into his movements, his strength waning, his movements slowing as fatigue set in, each dodge growing slower, in desperate need of a miracle.

He was being overwhelmed, and I knew that if I didn’t act soon, he would be lost.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what was to come.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos, but I had to focus.

I had to save him.

I moved with a speed that surprised even myself, my suit enhancing my every movement.

The world around me seemed to slow as I closed the distance between myself and the Awakened.

The orcs didn’t see me coming, their attention fully focused on their prey.

But they didn’t know, I was the only predator here.

I reached them in seconds, my sword flashing in the dim light as I swung it in a wide arc.

The first orc’s head flew from its shoulders before it even knew what had happened.

The second followed suit, its body collapsing to the ground in a heap.

"Leave here!" I urged the Awakened, but he stood frozen, awe-struck as I executed the two orc with an effortless grace that felt almost dreamlike.

The remaining three turned to face me, their eyes wide with shock and rage.

I didn’t give them a chance to react.

My sword moved with a life of its own, cutting through them with ease.

In moments, all five orcs lay dead at my feet.

I stood there for a moment, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

The Awakened looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and awe, but there was no time for words.

The battle was far from over, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me.

I tightened my grip on my sword, the blade glowing faintly with a golden light.

I turned back to the battlefield, my eyes scanning the hordes of goblins and orcs that still threatened to overwhelm us.

My cyber suit hummed with energy, the golden light from my eyes became brighter.

I could feel the power coursing through me, an alien strength and speed that made me feel invincible.

I charged into the fray, my sword cutting through the enemy with ease.

Bodies fell around me as I cut through the horde, with goblins no more than nuisances, swiftly dispatched to the ground in a torrent of flesh and ichor.

My glowing eyes focused on every movement, each enemy laid bare in my perception.

They were mere figures, lifeless shadows waiting for my blade.

My gun was in my other hand, its shots precise and deadly.

The orcs tried to stand against me, but they were no match for my power.

I moved faster than they could react, my sword and gun working in perfect harmony.

The battlefield was a blur of motion and sound, but I was in control.

My glowing eyes saw everything, my cyber suit enhancing my every move.

The connection between my sword, my suit, and my own power was seamless, each element working together to make me stronger, faster, deadlier.

The hordes of goblins and orcs seemed endless, but I didn’t falter.

I moved through them with a relentless determination, my sword and gun cutting them down with ruthless efficiency.

"Look at her!" I heard one of the Awakened shout, his voice blending with the shouts of the soldiers rallying.

The other soldiers and Awakened watched in awe as I fought.

Their gazes tracked my every movement, the imprint of my power washing over them like a sacred vow.

"Faster! Stronger!" I whispered through gritted teeth, lost in the rhythm of combat.

I cut through the hordes, an arc of grace and brutality, of life and death intertwined.

I was unstoppable, and that feeling was electric.

The battlefield had shifted, I embraced the chaos and translated it into something that was mine to command.

After what felt like an eternity, I emerged from the chaos, my breath heavy but exhilarating.

Blood slicked my suit, a stark contrast against the glimmering metal.

I could still feel their eyes on me.

Some gaze were that of fear, the others were admiration.

But we didn’t have time for that now.

Though our numbers fluctuated, with fallen soldiers and awakened becoming part of the landscape, I knew that we could win.

I could feel it in the marrow of my bones, an inevitable conclusion written in the air.

I dived back into the fray to unleash wrath upon another swarm of goblins, my sword dancing with grisly delight.

I plunged into another skirmish.

With every strike, I could see the shock on my enemies’ faces, they had underestimated me.

Bastards.

I whipped around to face an oncoming wave, finger poised on the trigger.

One after another, bullets flew with meticulous precision, taking out goblins as they charged wildly toward me.

Their shrieks pierced my ears, but they faded into the background, nothing more than a irrelevant soundtrack to the glorious battle scene I painted across the field.

My strokes swept like a tempest, driving deeper into the ranks as some awakened and soldiers rallied behind me.

I turned to the remaining soldiers and Awakened who where still watching me with wide eyes, my voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"Focus!" I shouted, my words carrying the weight of command. "We’re not done yet! Get back to the fight!"