Eclipse - Special Operations in Another World

Episode 15's

“Please help, captain!”

Jeanne was stunned to see me standing respectfully at her. Technically, this girl's rank is much higher than mine. However, I actually did that with the intent of joking, as well as thanking you for bothering to guard my back. Suddenly, we both broke the silence with laughter.

After we stopped laughing, I invited her back to the party room. “Others must have questioned our whereabouts.”

Jeanne replied with a nod. Before he got up, I lowered my head and thrust my hand while smiling gently at him. With flushed cheeks, he grabbed and clasped my hand. I slowly pulled him to stand up. The two of us left the backyard, walking back towards the party room while holding hands.

Despite wearing gloves that were thick enough, I could feel how tiny Jeanne's hands were, not much different from the hands of other girls her age. However, the warmth I felt from her was very different from the other girls. Makes my mind very calm….

As we walked through a corridor, Jeanne suddenly stopped.

“What's up?” Ask wonder.

“You realize something, Wand?” Ask the girl seriously. He looked around vigilantly.

I feel bad. This hallway, although illuminated by lights, sounded silent. So silent. By reflex I pulled the gun from my holster.

“There are no guards in this hallway..” Answer me as I look around, pointing the gun towards the turn and the doors. “Where are they?”

I glanced at Jeanne who was lifting her dress, looking at a short sword tied around her thigh. How could I not realize it? She then tied her skirt to keep her thighs, then removed the heels she was wearing.

“Wand, follow me!”

“Good!” I answered while following him running small through the hallway.

The further we went down the corridor, the more I felt an unpleasant premonition. Like ada.no. There is something strange.

While moving, I immediately warned Blade about this. “Blade, here Wand. I detected something suspicious. It is recommended tightening the guard around Pearl.”

For information, Pearl is our radio passcode for Princess Tiara.

“Here, Blade. Thanks for the warning,” replied The SAS Captain with the sound of music and people chatting heard behind the transmission. No sign of anything wrong there yet. “Blade to Muse, tell the knight in your position to comb through the location in the palace courtyard. Warn also the palace guards to raise vigilance, period. Do everything calmly so as not to trigger panic.”

“Here Muse, got it, boss!” Answer the Young Lieutenant of the Navy SEALs responsibly.

After passing the turn in the corridor, I suddenly slipped and fell with my back first. I swear in Japanese. “Kuso!”

Jeanne immediately approached and helped me stand up. I told you, this knight's armor really makes me uncomfortable! The weight, the heat, made me unable to concentrate fully.

“Wand! You okay?” The girl asked worriedly while tilting her head to the side.

I nodded while blushing. Even though this was a crucial moment, it was very difficult for me to turn away from her face which made such an expression. “Sorry, I'm not careful.”

After I stood up, I slightly tidied up my uniform while grumbling in annoyance, until I realized the liquid that made me slip.

Bloods.

I saw Jeanne open the door to a room where the blood came from. After he opened it, he was instantly silent. His eyes were full of horror.

“What's up?” I asked as I walked closer, pointing the gun at various corners and corridors of the room before aiming at the contents of the room. However, the contents of the room stunned me.

Inside the room —which is the cleaning room—, I saw the corpses of the palace guards who died horribly stacked and crammed in the narrow room. Among them were slashed necks, severed heads, some even perforated after being shot by bullets.

“Arrigger,” Umpatku while grinding teeth. It turns out that this place has been infiltrated by uninvited guests. I immediately contacted Blade on the radio.

“GREEN Lead, this is GREEN 2. Hostile is operating in this area! I repeat, hostile is operating in this area! Over!”

However, there is no answer.

“Come, GREEN Lead. Answer me!”

Still no one answered. Shit, my communication device must have been damaged when it fell.

I saw Jeanne picking something up on the floor. He immediately approached me and handed me a small object. “Wand, didn't your weapon also drop this small tube?”

I picked up that tanned gold-colored thing.

I-that's, bullet casings!

After noticing its length and diameter, I knew it was a gun bullet. But where did they get it? Moreover, we did not hear the sound of an eruption. That means….

“He must have used a silencer,” Knot me with annoyance. “Jeanne, quickly enter the party room through the ground floor door and do not forget to tell anyone you meet. I'll pass the second floor.”

“Good! Take care, Wand!”

I nodded and immediately rushed towards the stairs that would take me to the second floor.

After reaching the stairs, I quickly ran up to it, not forgetting to shoot the gun up. Every time I passed through the branching passageway, I checked the corners and dead corners, where the enemy used to hide before storming the negligent members of the special forces. Fortunately, everything was safe until I finally reached the door of the party room on the second floor.

There are no guards. Several bullet shells were also scattered on the floor. The sound of music and conversation from the party room still sounded very clear, like nothing had happened. I'm not too late.

Approaching the slightly open door, I checked then peered inside, making sure there were no traps or enemies waiting for me. I have to be extra careful because this opponent of mine must be an expert in infiltration and weaponry.

After making sure everything was safe, I opened the door and walked in, then stopped after seeing someone wearing a green-fried hoodie aiming a Kalashnikova rifle at the first floor of the party room, more precisely towards Princess Tiara. The mysterious person noticed my whereabouts then quickly moved his shot towards me.

“Umeret’, kazyol!”

By reflex, I dodged and hid behind a wall. Rows of assault rifles echoed throughout the room, followed by frantic shouts of guests and nobles.

“Everything, ducking!” My unlucky scream sank behind the gunfire and panic inside the palace.

A semi-automatic gunshot was heard replying to the Kalashnikova. That must be Blade.

“Knight Santa Whales! Protect Your Princess!”

I immediately broke into the room, pointed the weapon at the man who had now changed positions, ran and stormed down the stairs. The large door on the second floor that was right behind the person was smashed down and several hooded figures rushed in. On the ground floor there were already dozens of similarly hooded figures charging in from all directions and fighting each other at close range with the palace guards and the bodyguards of the delegations of each country. The guards and bodyguards were getting desperate because they were outnumbered and because they only carried short swords.

Some hooded men approached and attempted to attack the guests. Panic was growing in the room. I quickly shot them from above. My shots hit some of them, the rest missed, however, it made the others distracted, giving the guards the opportunity to attack and protect the guests.

The mysterious man with the AK rifle shot his rifle back towards the Princess. The shot can be repelled by a Knight of Santa Whales using a shield. However, after he stopped pulling the trigger, the knight fell down groaning violently with his hands drenched in blood and a shield of bolts pierced by bullets.

I changed the gun magazine and grabbed a grenade in the bag, pulled out the pin, and threw it at the mysterious man. The grenade exploded moments after touching the ground, but failed to hit it after he jumped over the staircase fence and managed to dodge. However, several hooded figures who came down the stairs were thrown by a grenade explosion.

From the 2nd floor, I unsheathed my trumpet and looked down, seeing a proper intruder would run through below me.

I jumped to the ground floor, landing on one of the hooded figures. When he fell, I stabbed and slashed his neck. Blood splattered over my hands and armor.

I immediately pulled my gun and shot the other two hooded figures who were charging at me. After they were incapacitated, I moved my shot to the man with the AK. He looked over from behind the pedestal, firing his rifle at me. I rolled back behind a support pole near me before returning the shot. A shootout broke out between us before a gunshot hit his shoulder, forcing him to take cover behind a support pole.

I saw on my left side, Blade standing behind the emergency exit, pointing his gun at the man while the other 2 knights moved carrying his injured friend out of the party room.

“Captain! That guy's after Princess Tiara! Prioritize to protect her! Let me take care of that guy!” I shouted out loudly while refilling the bullets.

“Good! Try to catch that fucker alive!” He replied as he waited for the two knights to evacuate his injured comrade out of the room before closing the door.

The doors on the ground floor opened, revealing dozens of bodyguards from various countries with drawn swords and spears. Their eyes thirst for blood.

“Strike!”

Shouted one of them before they all lunged at the uninvited guests and helped evacuate the injured guards.

“Kak ty smeyesh' dobavit' men'she sakhara iv moy compote!” The mysterious person again shouted while firing his weapon at the 2 knights who lunged at him before switching shelter behind the next buffer pole.

After refilling the magazine, I looked up from hiding, trying to target the man. I waited for him to come out. After waiting for a while, he finally came out, aiming his rifle towards the guard troops and the hooded figure who was fighting. Before he shot, I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled the trigger 2 times. One of them hit his arm. Makes me smile in my heart.

But instead of going back into hiding, the man shot me back. I took refuge behind the pillar. Bullets rippled past or hit where I was sheltering. It looks like he's trying to lure me out.

I only brought 2 reserve magazines, so right now there are only 7 bullets I have. While he's vesting the guy looks there's quite a lot of magazines. I'll definitely run out of ammo before he does. I would love to finish him off immediately and end all this mess, but that person carries a lot of information. He used an AK weapon that looks like he just came out of the factory. Not to mention the uniforms and equipment he wears looks like those used by special forces of eastern Europe. He also walked, held, and shot guns like a trained man. Not to mention I'm sure he speaks a language

I quickly dodged the arrow attack from the side. A few hooded figures shot at me with a crossbow from afar. I returned their fire, dropping 2 with one shot before the rest were slashed and stabbed by a Dark Elf knight Beklagia. The same person as the knight I spoke to yesterday in the conference room.

Now was not a good time to think about that person's identity! I have to think of a way to stop it.

After thinking for a while, an idea popped into my head.

“Oi! Cover me! I'll stop that shooter!” I shouted at everyone around, especially that Dark Elf guy —even though I doubt he would hear it.

“Whatever you say!” Reply to the Dark Elf from afar while slashing at one of the enemies. Elf ears are sharp, right?

I took off my gloves, clasped my gun tighter and closed my eyes, counting to 10 seconds.

All I thought about was how I brought that guy down.

I opened my ears wide if any of the enemies attacked me.

1….2….

I sighed for a moment, reorganizing the air circulation within my body. I knew he was still hiding behind the pole, heard from the sound of gunfire still far enough away.

3....4….

The barrage of gunfire followed by the sound of swords clashing and screams of pain echoed throughout the room, making my concentration slightly scatter. I go back to swallowing for the whole time.

5....6….

“Yob tvoyu’ mat!” The sound and footsteps of boots that are unpretentious to each other with shots are getting closer. Bullets shot up and passed through the support pole where I was hiding. That guy's charging towards me.

7...8…

I've become more and more unable to bear it. I reached into the bag and pulled out a match and a silver bomb with a rope.

9….

I lit a match and set the bomb on fire.

10!

As quickly as possible, I threw the bomb up, towards the ceiling of the room. The explosion produced by the Ljsbrotsjr bomb destroyed and turned off the lamp made of Mana stone, making the whole room pitch black, but not for me.

I ran from hiding, shot her thigh and then lunged at the stunned AK gunman when the lights suddenly died. He realized I was running towards him and shooting at me, but everything missed except for one that scratched my shoulder guard.

Just like when I was dealing with bandits when I first landed in Uressea. Adaptation in the dark. The human eye can see in the dark if it is in the dark after more than 15 seconds. However, by closing our eyes for 10 seconds in a bright room, we can see clearly if the room is suddenly dark.

I tackled the man to the wall and then hit the lower abdomen with my knees and elbowed his lower jaw. He countered by pitting my head against his own helmet-protected head, making me stagger a bit. I tried to endure the pain, struggling to grab his AK-12 rifle. The man accidentally pulled the trigger, shooting sideways blindly until the magazine ran out –which probably hit some unlucky bodyguards and intruders. The explosion of his rifle was so loud it was deafening.

“Vernite moi kvass, blyat!” Bump the guy while continuing to pull and push his rifle until it breaks from my grasp and then kick my stomach until I bounce as far as 3 meters. I also realized his leg was scratched by my shot, but he could stand upright. How could he be this strong?!

The guy took aim at me and pulled the trigger, but the contents of the magazine were empty. He then lunged at me, swinging his AK-12 butt like a baseball bat while shouting. “Urrraaaa!”

I immediately rolled to the side, dodging the blow of the buttocks and then kicking the back of his calf until he fell into disrepute. I continued the attack by holding his head and then hit his face with my knees while shouting, “Ora!” He fell on his back while I moved back.

I thought he was already KO and tried to take some distance and pull out the gun, however, that person let go and threw his kevlar helmet, making me immediately react protecting my head, fending off the helmet. He took advantage of the split second I let my guard down to get up and beat me back with a rifle butt. The first two strikes hit my chest and face, but it wasn't enough to knock me down.

I was forced to hold on, protecting my body from every swing of the butt with both hands, until it broke when it hit the armor.  Without thinking about my hand that felt bruised, I swung my hand, pounding both sides of his face many times. When I threw the final blow, he parried my hand and took a few steps back while pulling out his gun and pointing it at my face.  

I immediately grabbed the gun, clasped tightly onto his slide and tilted my head, avoiding a spontaneous shot from it. After that, I tried my hardest to snatch the gun, however, the power was very strong. After struggling for a long time, elbowing and goring each other to let go of the grip, I turned off the thumb of the hand holding the gun. He kicked me away, but I got the gun.

Done already. I aimed the gun at him. Russian-made 9mm caliber GSh-18 pistol.

I pulled out the coke of the gun to make sure the room was filled, but no bullets came in. I saw the man holding his magazine while chuckling, then throwing it aside.

With an angry shout, he lunged towards me. The gun's throw from me didn't hit him at all. The man then sneered at me from the front and continued to push me. I tried to let go by hitting him on the back. Unfortunately, he did not let go of me and continued to push and then threw me down to hit the medicine table behind, making the table with all the food and glass on it fall.

“Idite judah, likes!” I didn't realize it yet, he pulled both shoulders, forcing me to get back up.

He beat me up like a raging bull. I can block all his attacks, except for the last blow that hit my left eye. He continued to mercilessly punch me, making me stagger and take a few steps back.

All of a sudden, the man with the balaclava ran towards me and took a flying kick, hitting my chest and making me bounce back, smashing into the kitchen door until it collapsed.

My back feels like it's cracked, but I don't really care.

“A nu cheeki breeki iv damke!” Hearing the mysterious man speak again, I immediately got up and ran into the kitchen, pulled my gun, adjusted my breath and heartbeat, then aimed at the collapsed door.

The two hooded assassins who stormed into the kitchen I shot down mercilessly until they collapsed. The third enemy who carried 2 swords entered the kitchen, however, I was already out of bullets. I sheathed my gun, then did what normal people would do when faced with a sword….

Run.

“Hey, stop!” He shouted while chasing me from behind. I stopped in front of the cutting table, put my trumpet, and took as many knives as I could and threw it at the man. He managed to pull off half the blade with both swords, but the other half scratched his body. I hurried to take a sack of flour that had opened not far from there and flush my enemy with the entire sack.

“Ahhh! My eyes!”

While the man was distracted to remove the flour from his eyes, I immediately grabbed my hoe and slipped and stabbed him in the neck from behind.

I plucked the horn from his neck, let the double-sword attacker fall down, then faced off with another enemy who entered the kitchen area, who was none other than the mysterious man in modern army uniform. In his hand was also a ballistic knife.

Seeing that, I put up the horses, held my head up, and grasped my trumpet tighter, watching the next move. He returned my gaze and put on his horses, standing with a slight bow and slightly bent knees. A familiar horse in my eyes.

I slowly walked a few steps closer. The man also did the same thing, until he ran out of patience and ran towards me. He stood a few feet in front of me thrusting his knife from the side. I caught his hand but I hadn't had the chance to stab him, he had already kicked me under my stomach until I retreated to my knees.

Rise back up, I dodged the slash of the knife that struck my neck and then rolled over to the table on my right. I immediately put my trumpet, grabbed a bench and waited for the man to jump on the table.

However, he did not jump but threw his ballistic knife in my face. The knife scratched my cheek. A pain filled my face. I threw the chair I was lifting towards the man. He parried the chair to the side while I rushed to grab the sangkur. The man rushed past under the table and immediately grabbed my right hand which was holding a knife.

This guy, only with his physical strength can twist my hand and make me drop a knife. He punched me many times, some of which hit my jaw and nose. The sound of bare bones cracking rang out as his hand struck.

I retaliated with a kick to the dapan that hit his chest then continued with a side kick. He deflected my side kick, caught my leg and raised it higher, made me lose my balance and pushed me to the floor.

He then tried to climb me, but I reacted by kicking him several times before standing up straight again. I immediately ran towards him and before he woke up, I threw an uppercut into his stomach. My finger hurt a little because it hit his bulletproof vest.

As I was about to punch his temple, he parried and immediately retaliated, throwing a punch to the stomach and smashing my face with the knee. I could feel blood dripping from my nose and mouth. He then turned and threw my body to the side. I crashed into the table, made the table fall and the food on it fell. I immediately got up and deflected a sideways kick from him. He then threw a spinning kick, but I was able to catch his leg before it hit me in the face and then swung it to the side. The man swung and hit a high shelf containing dishes and cooking ingredients that collapsed when hit by his body.

I immediately strangled him from behind, clogging his artery in his neck. He tried to rebel, hit my head and grabbed my hair. As vigorously as I tried to endure the pain, amplifying the giggles. Within 10 seconds, he lost consciousness.

After making sure he was KO, I let go of the giggle and then slowly put it on the floor. I let out a loud sigh, regulating my sniffling breath. The pain all over my body began to ache and throb. I've wrestled with various terrorists and special forces of other countries, but this is the first time I've been in such a mess. Had I not worn this armor, I might have been seriously injured….

“Wand! You're not okay?! It's a mess here!” I stared at the door to the open corridor, seeing Jeanne standing in her slightly dirty and torn white dress. The Silver Light Sword unsheathed in his hand. He was stunned after seeing me covered in blood, full of bruises and scratches. “Yes God, your face!”

“It's okay, just bruises. Compressed alone will heal, ” I replied with a smile, acting strong even though it felt like my bones were stabbed many times.

I twisted the person's body to examine it in more detail. I saw a small teddy bear tied to his vest and a patch stuck to his left arm. Flag patch with 3 vertical stripes white green black with Cyrillic script writing ‘ ’s are printed on it.

I opened the balaclava that covered her face. I flinched after clearly seeing his face. A little long silver hair that covered the ears and neck back then a pale skin that was as white as snow and filled with bruises. It's not wrong anymore….

Seeing me amazed, Jeanne walked up to me while looking at that person.“You know him?”

I nodded, deciding to tell him. “He was the crew of that plane...”