The American In Another World
Chapter 24: The Doomslayer

25 October 1639

World Gate, Topa Kingdom

Posted in an observation tower, a young man with disheveled black hair yawned. He leaned back in his chair lazily while his friend paced around, exuding anxiety. Shaking his friend's armor eventually became annoying, causing the young man to finally speak.

“Moah, will you stop from that? How can a man rest around a restless one?

“Americans say that a large group of ten thousand demons is marching here! Gai, I don't know if all the mercenaries are as free as you, but aren't you afraid?” Moah said in despair.

Gai shrugged his shoulders. "What to fear?" He asked rhetorically as a squadron of metal dragons flew overhead, escorting several larger planes. "Here," he offered binoculars. “I heard from some friends who were at a military festival in Fenn that this American has powerful blast magic and a repeating rifle that can shoot dozens of times faster than a Parmaldian weapon. They also have..guided light arrows that explode upon impact!”

Moah, still unsure, shook his head. "Ehh, I think it's overkill."

“Nah, just look!” Gai used his binoculars to observe the American fleet of aircraft.

Moah followed him, and trailed the flying giants as they made their way towards the camp of Demon King Nosgorath. The American plane stopped, shrinking into tiny spots. Looking back at the encampment, Moah clearly saw Nosgorath stumbling along, somehow aware of the impending attack.

Nosgorath started chanting incantations and hastily set up the enormous Kaiser Golem, a stone golem akin to a large autonomous mechanism. "Wow, I've never seen such powerful magic before!" Moah said with a shiver.

“Oh, you haven't seen anything. Just wait,” said Gai.

Nosgorath looked up, seemingly staring at the plane. Moah wondered how the demon lord could find the threat. “What vision does he have ?! We can barely see the flying machine with these binoculars!”

Nosgorath then threw the shield at himself, moments before small dark objects rained down on his tent. An area wider than a few acres was immediately engulfed in flames and ash as a fierce explosion tore through his army without mercy, even destroying the Kaiser Golem that had been perfectly crafted. Moah's jaw fell upon seeing him.

The entire demon army was leveled with air superiority. Even without meeting their enemies on the battlefield, the Americans simply destroyed the demons, not risking a single soul to fight them. Moah watched the plane fly back to the gate, their mission completed.

At first, he was skeptical of these newcomers and their magical technology. For some reason, his superiors deemed it necessary to secure a defense treaty with the Americans as quickly as possible. Now, he understood this reason: incredible firepower. Columns of smoke rising from a distance only amplify these disclosures. Nothing was left unscathed, not even the mighty Nosgorath, who staggered as the dust settled and the smoke disappeared. Her flickering magic shield wavers. Realizing his vulnerability, Nosgorath quickly ran into the smoke, disappearing from sight.

Gai whistled at the spectacle, clapping his hands. “Well, the demon lord turned around! Will you see that!

Moah could only shake his head with his mouth agape. Without speaking, he was still mesmerized by the punishment inflicted on Nosgorath and his minions. The last time Nosgorath was fought, the greatest heroes of the Allied Race were sacrificed. In comparison, Americans sacrifice nothing, aside from whatever food they give to their planes and the weapons they use. Moreover, their strength was not only limited to four priceless warriors. According to his superiors, they have thousands of planes at their disposal.

“So...times have really changed,” Moah finally received the information he got. "For the better?"

“Maybe for world race. For me, I just wish I was still paid.

Gai's carefree attitude helped ease some of the tension that had built up inside Moah. He chuckled at his friend's comments. "of course. But I'll bet that's not the only thing you'd expect.

Gai blushed as he realized who Moah was talking about. “Yes, yes.. That too, but how about I get hired and sent somewhere else. Ow hell! I really hope I can maintain this position here while America does the hard work for us.”

“Maintaining this position is not very important if you do not make the most of it. You should do more than just visit it and say 'hi'.”

Gai sighed. "Yes you're right. I'lli'll.. I'll try to think of something. Thank you, Moah.”

——

The Demon Lord Army Headquarters

"Mastering! What the hell's been going on?" A tall humanoid with a rosy appearance asked.

Nosgorath gasped for breath as he walked into his command room, his weary figure illuminated by torches twinkling along the walls. Although he did not suffer any scars or scratches from battle (due to his innate healing ability as a demon lord), he suffered a mental defeat. Obviously, something shook him. His normal arrogance and disgust towards the lower races, along with his constant comments about human delights, were replaced with fear.

"Mastering?" The bluish-high humanoid asked.

“Ogre Red and Blue..” Nosgorath murmured while dropping down on his throne, resting his elbows on his knees while leaning forward. He clenched his hands, trembling in anger and disbelief. “Stellar Gods are waiting for us! It has been centuries... millennia.... and they still exist?! And worse: their technology seems to have evolved.”

“I remember their metal earth dragon and the bombing of their metal ship! I fear we will face certain calamities, especially if they bring more power than last time.

Nosgorath nodded in understanding. “Although so, I can feel that our creator will be back soon. No matter the strength of the Star God minions, we must complete our task. Now, more than ever, it is vital that we stay true to our goals. The Star God Envoy had clearly grown stronger than last time, judging from the speed of their flying ship.

The Blue Ogre withered because of it. “How can we beat them? Can the creators beat them?”

Nosgorath laughed at the absurd question. "Without doubt! Obviously you don't know anything, because you've never seen it in person. I can assure you, its creator is... is. I was worried earlier because the Star God warriors had somehow managed to develop an aircraft that moved faster than sound, but this was still under the magician warriors, it can travel twice as fast as the speed of sound. While the Star God warriors posed more threats now than ever before, they were still enemies who could not hope to meet the standards of the Mage Emperor army.

As Nosgorath spoke, he saw the attitude of the ogres lifted; they were motivated by his explanation. His explanation was so convincing that the more he listened to himself, the more he believed that the Star God messenger was not a threat. Nonetheless, a tinge of logic persists - a reminder that reality never forgives as expected.

——

The fortified castle town, Tormis represents the main line of defense should the World Gate be breached. Due to the number of American troops deployed in the region, Typhoon allowed the Americans to set up airfields and other facilities in Tormis. It was a nearby town large enough to house their troops and equipment.

Horseless carriages roamed the narrow streets while the American iron earth dragon was limited to the main roads and suburbs. Flying carriages fluttered with items hanging on their bellies: supplies for the upcoming mission. One of these flying carriages headed straight for Caste Tormis and descended into the field, taking down several well-dressed men, along with their security guards.

Moah easily identified the man with the stylish coat as a high-ranking officer, but wondered why their subordinates had such barbaric uniforms. Their security guards were not wearing armor, but were equipped with black batons that looked more menacing than Parpaldian rifles. He reasoned that, like the Parpaldian infantry, these men had rejected the metal armor commonly associated with knights because their weapons rendered such defenses useless.

Moah raised his hand as he walked towards the carriage, against the strong wind generated by the turbine above. “Welcome to Topa Kingdom! I'm Sir Moah, and I'll escort you to the meeting!”

"Welcome, Mr. Moah," a man in white uniform stepped forward to shake his hand. "I'm Admiral William Hawthorne of the United States Seventh Fleet."

“Colonel Henson, United States Marine Corps,” another well-dressed man shook his hand. Colonel Henson's uniform is dark blue in contrast to Hawthorne's white uniform, which clearly distinguishes each branch.

“Then, I really appreciate your help in fending off the Demon King. Seeing your strength with my own eyes convinced me that hope is still there, ” Moah said.

“No problem, Mr. Moah. Although, you should thank the Air Force for that one. Unfortunately, General Hammond cannot attend this meeting, but you will have another chance next time.”

"Understand, Admiral."

As the group entered the castle, they met with many civilians cheering. American achievements throughout Rodenius and even Fenn's latest defense against pirates have spread throughout the Third Civilization Region. Among those interested in Americans, Typhoons are at the top of the list because of the pressure from the potential for a demonic invasion. Because of this, they became infatuated with American heroism and figuratively equated their soldiers with knights in armor. Of course, the barbaric appearance of the security forces did not dampen the expectations of the citizens of the Typhoon.

The attitude of the Typhoon military officials was similarly optimistic; they greeted Americans with healthy smiles and praise. A gray-haired man in silver armor and a fluttering red robe began to introduce himself.

“Dear American soldiers! I hope this is not too disturbing, but we once again thank you for your help, unlike the arrogant Parpaldian.

After a series of introductions and brief pleasantries, the meeting began in earnest, quickly getting into the topic of demons. To the great surprise of Americans, the descriptions of various demons such as orcs and goblins are very similar to modern fantasy, with a few exceptions. The adjutant records the main details of the enemy's abilities while the officers chat, discussing history, geography, and strategy.

"... So, are you offering to allow us to buy your guns?" Ajieze asked after a moment of silence.

"Not really. As part of the agreement our diplomats signed with your king, the defense of this country will be a joint operation, which is largely handled by our people. Instead of defending, we want to propose an offensive. If we obliterate this... Demon King, how does it affect the remaining demons?”

Ajieze thought of the suggestion. If such a proposal were submitted many years ago, he would have considered it a suicide. However, with the power of Americans, the impossible is now possible. “It was... could work,” he said in an optimistic surprised tone. "Master Moah, what do you think?"

“Hmm.. Although this has never been tried because of the silliness of the idea itself, I think Americans have a reasonable chance of succeeding. We just need—” Moah cut off by the sound of screaming outside.

"What the fuck?"

A dark object smashed into the window, landing away from the meeting room table. All eyes turned toward the object and the American Marines readied their weapons, even Colonel Henson and Admiral Hawthorne pulled their guns. A few tense seconds passed as the object enlarged, forming a hooded humanoid figure with claws and claws.

With a cynical laugh, he announced his presence. “Dirty man! Trying to try the impossible, right?”

Moah was shocked. "Ajudan Demon King, Malastriss!"

"Ah, someone who appreciates -ACK!"

 After confirmation that the creature was indeed allied with the Demon King, a series of bullets flew towards Malastriss. The Typhoon knights had no time to react, and after seeing the torment that befell the demon, they kept their distance, not wanting to block the hail of bullets. They could only sit and watch in awe as the evil creature was torn to shreds.

One of the marines was lucky enough to be equipped with a shotgun filled with magic dragon breath bullets. The blue spark scorched Malastriss as he screamed in pain, blood gurgling. The wall behind him is peppered with bullet holes and charred marks, a testament to the strength of the weapons that American infantry possessed. In a split second, the demon slumped to the ground, motionless and bleeding from nearly a hundred places.

"Is it dead ...?" ask Hawthorne.

Ajieze walked up to that body and stabbed it with his sword. "It should be" he said with wide eyes. "Geez," he turned to the Americans. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done here."

"No problem" Hawthorne said. "And.I'm sorry about the wall."

“Oh, don't worry about the wall! The demon you just killed here has become an incredible thorn on our side… He had killed over a hundred knights and the destroyed wall was a price more than desired for Malastriss' death.

"Doubt if I add something else to that price?"

"I'm listening" said Ajieze.

“Can we take his body for research? We may also ask for your expertise during the autopsy.”

“According to me this offer... acceptable.”.

“Excellent,” Hawthorne smile. “Now, where are we.. Oh right, Mr. Moah. You say?”

"really. We just need to identify the Nosgorath base. We haven't done much reconnaissance, but if he hasn't moved since the last time the Allied Race pushed him back, then he should be here, ”he pointed somewhere on the map. "By using your plane, I believe a simple 'bombing' might be enough."

“Hmm, I'll pass this on to the Air Force. Are there any civilians in this fort?”

Moa shook her head. "NO. They seemed to be running out of food supplies, which was why they sent troops to the World Gate.”

"So so. Well, this is some interesting talk. I just hope this Nosgorath doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve.

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