A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 78 It's not that our army is incompetent, but what can we do?
"Bomb up the Changpu area!!"

"Calm down, Lieutenant General, calm down—"

At the Yokosuka main port base, Lieutenant General Thomas roared as he fell backward; however, the officers around him rushed forward, supporting him, patting his face, and some even took out 'military injections' to give the lieutenant general a shot.

At this moment, the lieutenant general must not be allowed to 'faint,' otherwise:

Who will take command?

Or rather, who should take the blame?
"I'm fine, let me go!"

Seeing that someone was about to "prick" him, Lieutenant General Thomas had no choice but to "calm down".

"Carrier-based aircraft? Get them all into battle—"

"Uh, Lieutenant General."

A school officer standing nearby spoke up after a slight hesitation.

"This is a naval base, so..."

Therefore, whether it's an aircraft carrier or the fighter jets at the base itself;
It mainly focuses on air and naval warfare: it excels in anti-ship and anti-submarine warfare, but what about anti-Knight?
It can't be done!

“I remember there are still some A-10s in stock in the new port area to the south.”

"Then send them over immediately to protect our port!"

That 'prince' has already reached the local area, and his defenses seem incredibly formidable. Despite constant bombardment by missiles and heavy artillery along the way, he hasn't been stopped. It seems likely that today...

America is about to suffer a defeat.

"Transfer away the relevant data on paranormal research,"

Now that things have come to this, Lieutenant General Thomas has no choice but to prepare for the worst: to lose Yokosuka base!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

Compared to island nations that have either given up entirely,

And America, in dire straits, was something someone seemed to find quite fascinating.

"As expected of a Devil Fruit hailed as 'strategic,' the army created by combining it with the 'Soul-Soul Fruit' would be quite formidable even in the 'New World.'"

Minion soldiers.

Don't underestimate the minions of the new world.
They've traveled all over the world, and everyone they meet is a captain.

After all, to survive being blasted away by the aftershocks of a master, one must possess considerable strength.

This grand spectacle was someone's prelude to a chaotic era, and also a real-world test of the Homitz Legion's combat capabilities.

It proved to be quite good, but unfortunately, there is a limit to the number of souls that ordinary people can accumulate. No matter how many they accumulate, they can only reach the level of 'princess' or 'prince'. To go higher, they need the souls of strong individuals as the core.

In this world, the only one who can be called a 'strong one' is Akizuki Ritsu himself.

Extracting one's own soul?

She's not some angry old lady, why would she do such a thing!
“Ordinary Hundred Soul Knights, armed with the ‘Melting Fruit,’ have combat power comparable to a tank.”

Moreover, unlike cumbersome tanks, these knights move quickly and are not restricted by terrain, making them completely unstoppable in close-quarters combat!
On the other hand, America doesn't have any 'melee units' at all.

The newly created 'super soldiers'
He's already been killed by the prince.

"It doesn't matter,"

Let's just kill them.

It's a 'high-quality' soul, no matter how you look at it;

The Shadow Mage's 'Benefactor' butterflies have already silently spread across the battlefield, ensuring that no casualties are 'wasted'.

Next, we'll see how America responds and how the 'Prince's' fighting prowess is tested.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"Fuck, I quit!"

"We need more firepower! Calling in air support! Calling in air support!!"

At the Yokosuka base, gunfire was deafening, and explosions and flames constantly shot into the air; however, what seemed like a lively battle was actually utterly pointless.

The golden armor is so strong that even special armor-piercing bullets would have difficulty leaving a scratch, let alone ordinary bullets; in addition, the 'Prince' was riding a horse and moving at high speed, so ordinary anti-armor weapons had almost no chance to lock on.

As the prince stormed into the base and began slaughtering small numbers of armored units and ordinary American soldiers, the morale of the troops immediately teetered on the brink of collapse.

When a large number of silver-armored knights stormed into the base, the soldiers were left with nothing but despair.
"Screw that shit! I didn't join the army to fight 'monsters'!"

"What's the use of this piece of junk, shit?!"

When they realized that their weapons couldn't even penetrate the defenses of the enemy's 'minions,' many soldiers threw down their weapons and ran away.

These guys all look like 'physical entities', so they shouldn't be like those monsters that broke out in the island nation before: able to pass through walls, search for enemies, and leave people with nowhere to escape.

Find a secluded place to hide. With so many people, even if they wanted to kill:

It's not my turn, is it?
It must be said that this speculation is quite reasonable.

The Silver-Armored Knights Order, led by the Golden-Armored 'Prince,' consisted of only a few hundred men.

The soldiers really did scatter, some even running directly into Yokosuka city to hide. Could these 'fairytale characters' really be capable of massacring the city?
Although Grimm's Fairy Tales are so bad that they can't pass censorship without adaptation: for example, in the story of Cinderella, her stepsisters actually dared to chop off their toes so she could fit into the glass slipper! After all, once she became a princess, she wouldn't need to walk anymore.

But surely there should be some bottom line?
"Don't run away, you bastard—"

"Fuck, are you still the great American soldiers?"

Once the first deserter is caught, it will immediately lead to a catastrophic collapse: others can escape and live; but if you fight and die, you feel like you've lost out!

"Report! Five A-10s are about to arrive at the battlefield."

"it is good!"

Heard this news,

Lieutenant General Thomas was energized.

"Let these 'can openers' go into battle and teach those knights a lesson!"

Soon, a fleet of fixed-wing attack aircraft, each 16 meters long and with a wingspan of 17 meters, had arrived over Yokosuka Base. Directly below them, the renowned 30mm GAU-8, 7-barrel Gatling guns had silently locked onto the silver-armored knights who were wreaking havoc in the base.

Puff puff puff puff,

A series of dull sounds, like 'farting',
Several silver-armored knights who were galloping were instantly engulfed by the billowing column of dust!
At the Yokosuka base, plumes of smoke and dust suddenly rose into the air! This was the result of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, each as thick as a carrot, hitting the ground.

call out------

Then comes the signature sharp roar of an airplane as it streaks across the sky.

"That sound?"

"It's an A-10! Air support has arrived!"

The American side, which had already begun to crumble, was greatly encouraged.

Especially after seeing several 'silver-armored knights' who were once invincible but are now twisted and deformed, lying on the ground twitching unconsciously, they couldn't help but cheer.

"Eat shit!"

"American technology is invincible!"

Ok?
This turn of events,

Even the 'prince' in golden armor couldn't help but look up.

The A-10 attack aircraft, a product of the 1970s, shone brightly in the Gulf War; nicknamed the "can opener," it destroyed 900 Iraqi tanks and more than 2,000 vehicles in just a few days, making a significant contribution.

Even tank armor cannot withstand the barrage of 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds.

In a certain zombie CG movie, the 'tyrant' who hung the protagonist up and beat him with overwhelming force was instantly mowed down to limbs by this kind of machine gun: carbon-based creatures ultimately cannot withstand depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds.

It also carries AGM-65 Maverick air-to-ground missiles and other precision-guided missiles, enabling it to strike ground targets from a distance.

Even if it weren't their own base, pilots who receive orders would dare to attack!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

One after another, air-to-ground missiles locked onto the 'prince' in golden armor and roared in.

?

Boom boom boom! ! !

The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky. In order to eliminate this 'supernatural being,' America went to great lengths: the soldiers being chased by the prince and their colleagues in the armored vehicles were naturally doomed.

brush----

A golden figure leaped out of the flames.

The prince, riding a warhorse, gazed solemnly at the sky.

These 'magical birds' attacks were a threat to him, and his knights were even less able to withstand them. So:
The prince raised his right hand again.

A flash of electricity appeared on the ring on my finger!
crackling

Suddenly, sparks flew from many instruments in the cockpit of the A-10 hovering above the Yokosuka base.

"watt?"

"What's going on?"

The A-10 was originally designed for daytime ground attack missions, but after modifications, it also gained night combat capabilities, although it hasn't been used for over a decade.

I never expected that after finally making an appearance, I would encounter 'electromagnetic interference'?
Next second,
The pilots had no time to be surprised.

huh, huh, huh-

One by one, unremarkable arrows were nocked and shot into the sky by the prince.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

"What the hell?!"

"This machine has been attacked. Repeating."

The large objects hovering in the sky exploded one after another. Although the specially reinforced titanium alloy shells were not destroyed on the spot, they still streaked with thick smoke and headed towards Tokyo Bay and Yokosuka City.

boom----!
The massive fireball from the plane explosion engulfed the Statue of Liberty in the rebel city.

The A-10 is, after all, an "antique" from over twenty years ago. If it dares to fly so low, a single Stinger missile would be enough to quell its arrogance.

"Lieutenant General, the enemy possesses considerable anti-air capabilities and also has abilities such as 'electromagnetic interference.' We..."

As I said before, Yokosuka is a naval base.

Its function is to provide after-sales service for various ships, including aircraft carriers, rather than to fight the enemy.

Normally, if the Seventh Fleet is attacked and sent to a naval port, it would be feeding the fish at sea, and there would be no need to consider the issue of counterattack. But now the base is being ravaged by the enemy, while the Seventh Fleet in Tokyo Bay can only watch helplessly.

We can't exactly blow up our own military base, can we?

Moreover, many Marines are still fighting.

Or perhaps they didn't have time to escape.

Many Marines didn't even know who the enemy was: when they saw these invincible knights charging at them on horseback, they instinctively fired a burst of bullets, only to be cut down and trampled into mincemeat by the warhorses!

"Your Excellency, we..."

As the enemy had penetrated deep into the port, Lieutenant General Thomas's expression changed several times in the command room.

In the end, all he could do was sigh helplessly.

"retreat."

Retreat now, and you might still survive;

If this drags on, it's just a matter of someone else taking another cut.

"I haven't lost yet."

After giving the knights galloping across the screens one last hateful look, Lieutenant General Thomas had no choice but to turn away.

He also has the Seventh Fleet!
(End of this chapter)