"Captain, we're nearing the location now."
"Are all guns ready?"
"Sir yes sir."
"Contact the other Guild ships and alarm them. Twelve Sixteen Inch guns are about to lay waste to those poor bastards. This is what they'll get for fucking with us with this shitty magic."
"Sir yes sir. To all ships within the vicinity, be warned that Spirit of Fire will be firing all of her guns. To those on our West, Two-Two-Zero. Advised to keep a five hundred meter distance."
A ring then came to the bridge.
"GUN ONE TO FOUR, ALL READY!"
"Captain."
"Fire!"
A piano of twelve 406mm inch guns fired, the tidal wave of momentum was so powerful that the Montana Class Battleship moved a few inches to its right. A radio transmission then came blaring in from a Nimitz Supercarrier named Bebop.
"Temper, Temper."
F/A-18s fly over them. Firing rockets miles from its target as Tomahawks fired from distant Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers along with Kalibrs from Buyan Corvettes.
"Phoenix to Spirit of Fire, all shells landed. BDA is ninety. Move up fifty meters."
"Copy Phoenix, adjusting guns now."
As another crescendo of shells are hulled into the Demon Continent and mass amounts of armaments are being laid. The Captain of the Spirit of Fire looks into the Drone Cam and could see the entire combined arms of Artillery, Cruise Missiles, Air Strikes and the Battleships shaved the forest and he could see bits and pieces of the Rogues being thrown up into the air.
Massive shaking then followed as more shells from the main guns are fired.
"Travel time is One minute and thirty seconds Phoenix, sit tight."
"Copy Spirit. It's not like there's much to be seen anyways."
"GUN ONE READY!"
"Copy Phoenix, alert us if they try anymore."
"Roger, just how many of these bastards are there?"
Their faces light up as more explosions are seen in the live feed.
"So this is what modern warfare feels like. Chief Mate, after firing all of our salvos, flank speed to Five Zero. Call up Boreal Valley and Boulder, have them link up with us in a tight formation as we make our round."
"Sir yes sir."
"Course planned sir!"
"Good, finish the salvos and let's get out of here. Also, give me a Chart Datum."
Within the next twenty minutes, the Spirit of Fire relentlessly hammered the continent with her guns. The Werewolves and Horsemen couldn't do anything as the 406mm shells destroyed anything they tried to send to the Port Town. So many weapons were being used that even miles from the shoreline, they could see the large patch of gray soil and dead tall trees as a massive fire rages on.
The Montana class with two Arleigh Burke Destroyers started steaming forward from the contested open water. While the other ships remained to continue hammering the continent. The Captain knows how precious their shells are as only two ships in their entire arsenal use 406mm. The 921ft long battleship dwarfs everything, including the three Iowa's present on the bombardment. The Nimitz supercarrier Bebop sends them a final message through its spotlight. Reading "Come back again!" as they pass its bow.
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
