When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist! (Pinoy Isekai)
(Volume 2) "only I can summon those!"
Chapter 16: Attack on Titan!
As the battle raged on, Chris felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Each clash of steel echoed in his ears, a reminder of the stakes at hand. He had to hold out, not just for himself, but for his friends who were counting on him to escape and uncover the truth behind the emperor's mind control.
The chameleon, with his agile movements and cunning tactics, was a formidable opponent. He danced around Chris, taunting him with every missed strike. "You think you can protect your friends? You're just delaying the inevitable," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Chris gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "I won't let you win," he growled, channeling every ounce of his determination into his next attack. He lunged forward, aiming a powerful punch at the chameleon, but the villain sidestepped effortlessly, his laughter echoing in the dimly lit corridor. Forced smash! "He shouted, using the full strength of his skill. But Frank managed to block it, but the skill still managed to push him away to Chris.
"You really are amusing," the chameleon said, his eyes glinting with malice. "But this is where your little heroics end."
With a swift motion, the chameleon countered, his sword slicing through the air toward Chris. The hero barely managed to block the blow, the impact reverberating through his arm. He stumbled back, trying to regain his footing as the guards closed in, their numbers overwhelming.
Chris gritted his teeth, determination burning within him. He knew he had to buy time for his friends to escape, no matter the cost. With a fierce cry, he launched himself at the chameleon, their blades clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks.
The chameleon's agility proved to be a formidable challenge, but Chris refused to back down. He fought with every ounce of strength he possessed, his movements swift and precise. Despite being outnumbered, he managed to hold his own against the villain and the guards.
As the battle raged on, Chris's breathing grew ragged, and his muscles screamed in protest. Yet, he pushed himself to the limit, determined to protect his friends. The chameleon sneered at him, but Chris could see the faintest glimmer of respect in his eyes.
"You've lasted longer than I expected," the chameleon said, his voice laced with curiosity. "But it won't be enough. You're just a fleeting obstacle."
Chris smiled grimly, his eyes locked on the chameleon. "I'll take that as a compliment."
With renewed resolve, Chris unleashed a series of powerful strikes, forcing the chameleon to stumble back. The guards closed in, but Chris held his ground, buying precious seconds for his friends to escape...
The battle was intense, but ultimately, Chris's strength waned under the relentless assault of the royal knights. He stumbled, his vision blurring, and the chameleon's sword pressed against his throat.
"Enough," the chameleon declared, his voice dripping with triumph. "You're a formidable opponent, Chris, but you're no match for us."
Chris glared up at the chameleon, defiance burning in his eyes. "You won't kill me," he spat. "You're afraid to get your hands dirty."
The chameleon chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I'll kill you, all right. But not here, not now. I'll make an example of you. You'll be executed in public, a spectacle for the masses."
Chris's eyes widened as the chameleon's words sank in. He knew what this meant—his friends would be forced to reveal themselves to save him. The chameleon's plan was clear: to lure them into a trap.
The chameleon's smile grew wider. "I'm looking forward to seeing your friends try to rescue you. It'll be... entertaining."
"Tsk, if Kieth were here," he clicks his tongue.
With that, the royal knights dragged Chris away, bound and helpless, to await his public execution...
As they journeyed to meet Cique, the next chosen hero, Keith and Antares grew closer, sharing stories and laughter around campfires. Keith marveled at Antares's rapid progress with the summoner system, now able to summon familiar weapons from his own time.
Antares's eyes sparkled with excitement as he studied the map, his fingers tracing the path to Cique's village. "So, Keith, after this, you'll go back to your timeline?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and wistfulness.
Keith nodded, his grip on the rifle Antares had summoned for him tightening as he took aim at a nearby goblin. "Yeah, I hope so." The goblin's surprised yelp as Keith's bullet found its mark was almost anticlimactic.
Antares chuckled, clapping Keith on the shoulder. "If that's the case, I wish we defeat that motherfucking Demon God so you, my friend, can go back to your world!" His eyes gleamed with determination.
Keith smiled, feeling a deep bond with Antares. "Thanks, man." He glanced at the map, noticing their proximity to Cique's village. "How about we continue our chitchat there?" he suggested, and Antares's face broke into a wide smile.
"Let's do it," Antares agreed, his enthusiasm infectious. Together, they set off towards the village, ready to meet Cique and face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As they approached the village, Keith felt a sense of excitement and trepidation. What would Cique be like? Would they be able to work together to defeat the Demon God? He glanced at Antares, who seemed to sense his thoughts.
"We've got this, Keith," Antares said, his voice low and confident. "Together, we can take on anything."
Keith nodded, feeling a surge of determination. With Antares by his side, he felt like they could conquer the world. Little did they know, their greatest challenges were yet to come...
As they entered the village, Cique, a middle-aged man with a rugged yet kind face, greeted them warmly. "Ah, Keith and Antares, I've heard a lot about you."
Keith smiled, shaking Cique's hand. "Likewise, Cique. We're glad to finally meet you."
Antares nodded, his eyes assessing Cique's abilities. "We're counting on your skills to help us defeat the Demon God."
Cique chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I've got some tricks up my sleeve. Let's discuss strategy and get to know each other better."
As they sat down, Keith noticed Cique's calm confidence, sensing a depth to the man that he'd like to explore further.
Their conversation flowed easily, discussing battle plans, sharing stories, and forging a bond that would serve them well in the trials ahead...
"Oh, I like you to meet someone," he gestures with his hand, and two figures come closer to them. As two figures emerged from the crowd, their presence commanded attention. Lycana, the current priestess, stood tall with an aura of serenity, her long, flowing robes a testament to her devotion. Beside her, Dern Riona bounced with excitement, her petite frame belied by a fierce glint in her eye.
"Ah, Lycana and Dern Riona!" Cique exclaimed, his face lighting up with warmth. "Welcome, everyone. I think we're all here now."
Lycana's gentle smile encompassed the group. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Keith and Antares. I've heard a lot about your... unique abilities."
Dern Riona, meanwhile, eyed Antares's summoning abilities with undisguised enthusiasm. "Ooh, can you show me some tricks? I've got some goods that might interest you!" She rummaged through her bag, producing an assortment of curious items.
Antares chuckled, intrigued by Dern Riona's energy. "I'd love to trade stories and show off some skills. But first, let's focus on our mission. The Demon God's influence is spreading, and we need to work together to stop it."
The group nodded in agreement, their diverse skills and personalities meshing into a formidable team. As they began discussing strategy, Keith felt a sense of hope. Together, they might just stand a chance against the darkness...
Antares placed his large hand on Dern Riona's head, ruffling her hair playfully. "So, young beautiful lady, is this midget your...?" He said in a flirtatious manner at Lycana.
Lycana's serene demeanor seemed to captivate him. "Or this dwarf is your assistant? If you need to carry your baggage, I'm here, a strong, dependable man at your service!" he added with a wink, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone.
Dern, Riona's eyes narrowed. Before Antares could continue, she landed a swift punch to his stomach, sending him crashing several meters away.
"Who are you calling a midget?! Huh? Giant ape!" Dern Riona shouted, her eyes blazing with indignation.
The group stared, shocked, before erupting into laughter. Keith chuckled, "Well, I think Dern Riona's made her point."
Antares groaned, rubbing his stomach, "Okay, okay, my bad. You're a force to be reckoned with, Dern Riona." He glanced at Lycana, who was trying to stifle a smile.
The group's laughter filled the air, and their camaraderie grew stronger...
The explosion's deafening boom shattered the moment's levity. The group's heads snapped toward the sound, their faces set with concern. They exchanged worried glances and then sprinted toward the chaos.
As they ran, the screams grew louder, and the air thickened with smoke. Flames licked at the edges of nearby buildings, casting flickering shadows on the ground.
"What's happening?" Lycana cried out, her voice strained with worry.
"We need to help!" Keith shouted back, his eyes scanning for survivors.
The group rushed into the fray, their diverse skills ready to be put to the test. Antares summoned a shield to deflect debris, while Dern Riona charged forward, her combat training evident. Cique and Lycana followed close behind, their faces set with determination.
As they plunged into the heart of the disaster, the true extent of the destruction became clear. Buildings lay in ruins, and people stumbled through the smoke, desperate for aid...
Keith's instincts took over, and he swiftly assessed the situation. "Lycana, Dern Riona, help the people! Get them to safety!" he shouted, his voice carrying above the chaos.
Lycana nodded, her priestess training evident as she began tending to the wounded. Dern Riona followed, her combat instincts shifting to rescue mode as she carefully extracted people from the rubble.
"Antares, come with me," Keith said, his eyes fixed on the explosion site. "Let's see what caused this."
Antares nodded, and together they moved cautiously toward the epicenter of the blast, searching for clues.
Cique, meanwhile, began casting healing spells, his wizardry providing crucial support to the injured. His magic soothed burns, stabilized broken bones, and bolstered the group's morale...
As Keith and Antares approached the explosion site, they were met with a horrifying sight: a gargantuan Goremaw, its massive body a twisted mass of dark, scaly flesh and razor-sharp protrusions. The demon's eyes glowed like embers from the underworld, fixed intently on the pair.
"Oh boy, look what we have here! Another big fella!" As he says that, the giant demon roars, and its shock wave is enough to shake the houses around. "Man, this is bad, hey. Big guy, get ready—this is going to be messy!" Keith exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of fear and determination.
Antares grunted, his eyes locked on the demon. With a swift motion, he summoned two colossal swords, their blades crackling with dark energy. The swords seemed to hum with power, ready to strike down the monstrous Goremaw.
The air grew thick with tension as the demon took a step forward, its massive foot sending tremors through the ground. The battle was about to begin...
As Keith and Antares charged forward, Cique shouted, "Fortis!" A burst of magical energy enveloped the duo, enhancing their strength and speed. The buff took effect, and they moved with renewed vigor.
Keith slid under the Goremaw's massive legs, his agility allowing him to avoid the demon's crushing blows. He swiftly pulled out his shotgun, grinned, and shouted, "On your knees!" before firing a blast of buckshot that ripped into the Goremaw's vulnerable joints.
The demon roared in pain as its legs buckled slightly, its movements hindered. Antares seized the opportunity, activating his "Hero from Heaven" skill. A brilliant light enveloped him, and his stats surged, tripling in power.
With a mighty cry, Antares charged forward, his giant swords glowing with intensified energy. He sprinted toward the Goremaw, his speed and power amplified to superhuman levels. As he closed in, his swords flashed in the sunlight, ready to unleash a devastating strike...
The Goremaw's agony manifested in a deafening roar, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet. As it stumbled, the demon unleashed a massive wave of dark energy, sending debris flying in all directions. The air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and ozone.
Dern Riona shielded Lycana, her eyes fixed on the chaos as she protected the priestess. Lycana, meanwhile, continued to channel her healing magic, her hands glowing with a soft, white light as she tended to the wounded.
"Keep moving! Get to safety!" Lycana urged the survivors, her voice calm and reassuring despite the chaos. Dern Riona backed her up, ensuring their safety as they guided the people to a secure location.
The Goremaw's distraction gave Keith and Antares the opening they needed to attack. Antares closed in, his swords at the ready...
Antares charged forward, his swords flashing in the sunlight as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. The blades bit deep into the Goremaw's flesh, causing it to roar in pain and rage.
The demon retaliated with a swipe of its massive claws, but Antares dodged with ease, his enhanced speed allowing him to avoid the attack. Keith joined the fray, firing his shotgun at the demon's vulnerable spots, weakening it further.
The battle raged on, with Antares and Keith working in tandem to whittle down the Goremaw's formidable defenses. Lycana and Dern Riona continued to evacuate the survivors, their safety the top priority.
As the fight intensified, Cique provided support from a distance, his magic bolstering Antares's and Keith's abilities. The outcome hung in the balance, but the team's coordination and determination seemed to be turning the tide...
"You little worm!!" It's shouted.
The Goremaw's malevolent gaze locked onto Cique, and with a deafening roar, it charged toward the wizard. Cique's eyes flashed with fear as he realized he was the demon's new target.
"Uh…guys! I think I'm his new target! Help, guys!" Cique shouted for help. "Don't worry, my guy! I am here!" He shouted, mimicking All Might from MHA.
In a flash, Keith sprang into action. His hands blurred as he accessed his item box, and with a burst of adrenaline, he shouted, "Exo suit!" The armor erupted around him, its metallic plates unfolding like a mechanical beast.
The exosuit's systems roared to life, bathing Keith in a fiery glow. Hydraulic muscles flexed, and enhanced sensors kicked in, transforming Keith into a human-machine hybrid. "Charge blow!"
With a mighty bellow, Keith charged forward, the exosuit's advanced propulsion systems propelling him toward the Goremaw like a human missile. The demon met him head-on, and the battle reached its crescendo...
The Goremaw clashed with Keith and Antares in a maelstrom of steel and flesh. The battlefield became a blur of chaos as the three combatants exchanged blows.
Antares swung his massive swords, biting deep into the Goremaw's scaly hide. The demon retaliated with a crushing blow, sending Antares flying across the battlefield. He landed hard, his armor dented and smoking.
Keith charged forward, his exosuit glowing with energy as he unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks. The Goremaw's claws ripped through the air, tearing into Keith's armor and sending him stumbling back.
The demon's jaws snapped shut mere inches from Keith's face, forcing him to dodge at the last second. Antares seized the opening, striking the Goremaw's exposed neck with a mighty slash.
The Goremaw roared, its body thrashing wildly as it stumbled. Keith and Antares pressed their advantage, their attacks relentless. But the demon refused to fall, its regenerative abilities pushing its wounds to rapidly close.
As the battle raged on, Keith's exosuit took a pounding, its armor cracking and smoldering. Antares's swords bit deep into the Goremaw's flesh, but the demon's sheer strength kept it coming...
The battle became a deadly dance, with Keith and Antares moving in perfect sync. Their movements were a blur of steel and armor, each strike and dodge choreographed to perfection.
Antares swung his swords in wide arcs, Keith dodging and weaving around the blades to strike at the Goremaw's vulnerable spots. As Antares landed a blow, Keith would follow up with a precise kick or punch; their attacks harmonized like a lethal symphony.
The Goremaw stumbled, its massive body swaying to the rhythm of their assault. Keith and Antares pressed their advantage, their movements fluid and calculated.
With each strike, they seemed to anticipate each other's actions, their battle-honed instincts guiding their movements. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel, the scent of smoke and sweat hanging heavy over the battlefield.
Their dance was a beautiful, brutal thing, a testament to their skill and training. The Goremaw reeled beneath their onslaught, its defenses crumbling under the relentless pressure.
As the fight reached its climax, Keith and Antares stood shoulder to shoulder, their movements a seamless blend of power and precision. The outcome was all but certain—the Goremaw would fall, and they would emerge victorious.
As Antares's sword sliced through the Goremaw's defenses, Keith seized the opportunity to end the battle. "Now, Brat!" Antares shouted.
"On it, big guy! Charge Punch!" he shouted, charging forward with a burst of speed.
The Goremaw, however, shook off the dizziness and locked eyes with Keith. Its massive claws snapped out, aiming to crush Keith's armored form. Time seemed to slow as Keith realized he was about to take a direct hit.
System notification!
Super luck passive skill has been activated! User is able to evade or escape death because of the skill. It will activate if the user is in danger. And it can boost the use of attacks to 100%. Good luck!
In the nick of time, his super luck kicked in. A surge of good fortune enveloped him, and he felt an inexplicable shift in the odd. "It's about the damn good time!"
Just as the Goremaw's claws were about to strike, Dern Riona burst into the fray, her agility and timing impeccable. She launched herself at the Goremaw's head, delivering a perfectly aimed kick that sent its attack wide.
The Goremaw's claws whizzed past Keith's ear, missing him by mere inches. With the opening created by Dern Riona, Keith took advantage of the momentary distraction. His Charge Punch connected with explosive force, striking the Goremaw's exposed core.
The demon's body froze, its eyes widening in shock. Then, with a deafening roar, it collapsed, defeated. The battle was over, and the team stood victorious...
To be continued..