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Chapter 18: Avalanche Bringer

4 hours had passed, the sun began to wake up from its slumber by shining its blessing to this side of the hemisphere. Foel meticulously spectated the beginning of the first biological weapons she thought would possibly only exist in fairy tales or sci-fi she read in the library.

It was finally done.

MF brandished the two-meters cannon that was replacing her right arm by now. Tubular and thick, with red veins sprawled all over the obsidian-like bionic culverin. It was beating, the veins breathe in and out as if it was alive. The process should've taken longer than it was supposed to due to more complex original organs to create the ammunition power. But knowing MF, she decided to be as efficient as she could so instead of following the hazardous ways of the original, she created her own version with the organic cannon's DNA sequence as the reference.

She combined 'Controlled Cancer Instant Expansion', 'Petroleum Glands' with 'Cancer Cell Object Creation' to simplify the bionic cannon.

The dense barrel was made out of Tungsten, the same material as her muscle—its intersection between MF's elbow and the cannon was wider as it meant to store an ever growing cancer that will be the ammunition generator. With a protected heart-sized gland that produces a distilled concentrate of kerosene, refined to be a massive propelling power to push the cancer ammo out of the barrel.

'I might need a DNA sequence that allows me to produce explosive chemical compound. A combustible petroleum might be to weak to propells the cancer round to cause any fatal damage.'

"If you go to the Citadel now, the guard might mistake you as a Calamity." Foel could only gaze 6 meters from MF as the radiation mutagen created by the forced consciousness modification was creating a chemical reaction akin to those of mild uranium.

Three month of energy was used.

MF could feel the glowing veins still throbbing from her sacrificed limb into her skull. "This is more painful than I thought, hahaha. I don't want to be like this forever, so let me detach it and make it into a weapon instead. There was still one gene left that I needed to experiment with."

"The bionic cannon reminds me of Sakkijolva."

Sakkijolva, a B-rank Calamity with the appearance of a giant bipedal canine that had a cannon-like organ on its right arm. Foel remembered that they encountered one of them on their way to the Gaia Citadel. She concluded that her husband was taking a sample of the beast as she saw the hyaenidae caress every Calamities she defeated.

Her round mouse ears twitched. With her fast train of thought, Foel was one step closer to finding out MF's real capability. The green-haired tanomobi then continued her speech, "So you did reference them."

MF chuckled. "I haven't said anything yet, how attentive are you again?"

"I'm as laid back as I could be."

"That was a lie."

"Indeed, it was."

Before MF could detach the bionic cannon that was now replacing her hand—a horrendous screaming and wailing was echoing through the forest as if the dead were rising to hunt their new prey. Continuously, the mirrored source of sound seemed to be still far away.

"A 'Divine Banquet'." MF whispered to herself before increasing her speech volume to normal, "Seems like there will be another raid."

"Gaia was fortified to withstand that kind of attack. There was no Void Gate in this area. Chances are, there is a commander-class calamity leading the horde."

Calamities were less than intelligent by themselves, there were many classes of Calamities. Some of them were loners or soloists, some were conquerors that forced others to abide by its bidding. There was also a mindhive type, both one genetic or infectious brainwasher.

But this raid was definitely not led by the mindhive-class, because of how there were multiple varieties of wailing that was heard. It can be a brainwasher-class or a commander-class who seek resolution and give the mindless monstrosity what to do and rewards them. These types of Calamities were mostly intelligent due to their way of survival.

"Can you check the army size?" MF said, reluctant to detach the bionic cannon from her arm in this crisis.

"I'm on it."

Foel constructed a drone made of mana, the circuits within works like a programming sequence of commands to actualize a certain goal. Like a bird who wanted to see their home, the drone flew to the sky and gave a frequency wave to map the surrounding radius of four kilometers. The drone sent the data into Foel's mana sea for her to analyze.

"7,671 Calamities, led by an S rank Avalanche Bringer. Gaia would take heavy losses without any capable Usurpers stationed there. They might survive, but not all." Foel tone began to be more dismissive when it was about others. Possibly because of how there were nobody on her side until MF came. The Citadel could be razed to the ground for all they care. It doesn't matter to Foel anymore. The ally of justice was just a history. "I'm not keen on helping them, you decide."

Avalanche Bringer, a 30 meters gargantuan specter of a skeleton wearing a heavy cladded raven armor on every inch of its body except the skull. It is a variant of Skeleton Titan that emits a revolting aura to every Calamity in its vicinity, amplifying their desire and hatred while also enticing them to consume every non-voidling to oblivion. Their raid always started with the Avalanche Bringer marching to a certain place as it gathered countless Calamities on its journey, slowly rising in size like an avalanche.

MF wanted to gain its power, but now wasn't the time.

But why not take advantage of this situation?

"Foel, how many of the main forces are within the Citadel?"

"There was only the Temple of Pallas and their followers made a pact with the Citadel's director. Some small amount of Vagants were also there."

The Vagant Association, one of the thriving forces for the survival of all the dwellers of Neamh—the new name of Earth. They create numerous contingencies for all possible world-ending scenarios. Their information agency was also the perpetrator of Calamities' Rank. Without them, the post-apocalypse will not be as generous.

"Is the Champion present?"

"Apparently not, I heard that he was departing to Kratos Citadel a couple of months ago and still there."

And for the Temple of Pallas, they were qualified as a righteous believer from the middle deity of war. The Temple itself was founded by one man who proclaimed to be the Champion of war deity, Pallas. As of now, this Champion was out of the Citadel for some reason on the Kratos Citadel.

MF cradled the bionic cannon with her other hand. With wicked intent on mind, donning a psychotic smile.

"Perfect, lets claim Gaia for ourselves."


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Yokoyokai Yokoyokai

"Instead of trying to reduce the Calamities numbers to help the Usurpers or running away, she have a great scheme on her mind." - Yokoyokai

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