I Possessed a Broken Academy Instructor

Chapter 91

「Muspelheim」

A land where, save for the fire giants and their king, Surtr, no one could draw breath.

A place that devours all living things with a ravenous hunger, hostile to existence itself.

The fierce nature, as if imbued with will, extends its lava and flames to punish the unwelcome guests who dare to tread upon human soil.

– Kki, kkiiiiii!

The flesh burns alive, and further still, the bones and sinew melt away.

The charge is halted by the cracked earth, and the creature that leapt over the corpse of its fallen comrade can do nothing but succumb to the suffocating heat.

Like melted gum, the chunks of flesh stuck to the ground evoke both revulsion and a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“Ah, perhaps!”

“…We can survive!”

It was not strange for those facing the overwhelming sight to cling to hope.

Though its influence was small compared to Ideale, the power displayed by Obia Timist was certainly carving through the oncoming creatures.

What she had created was a front line, and the beasts surging forth could not cross that line.

Yet, they would soon be forced to confront the harsh reality.

– Kyaaa!

– Kkiiiiiiiiiii!

The number of creatures pressing forward only grew with time, and even Obia Timist, being human, had her limits.

“Kyahahahahaha! More! Bring more!”

Despite her laughter, brimming with madness and delight, the creatures had already closed in on Obia. She scattered the shimmering heat that danced upon her flesh and tore into the bodies of the creatures herself.

And that meant the creatures slipping past her were steadily increasing.

Naturally, it fell to the special operatives stationed in the rear.

“Block them!”

“Grrk!”

At last, a front line was formed to hold back the creatures surging toward the dome.

The gifted ones lifted debris with their powers, reassembling it to build barricades, while the martial artists stepped forward in unison, tearing, bursting, and cleaving through the advancing beasts.

“Uaaa!”

The creature’s body split in two beneath the outstretched great sword, brains splattered by gunfire, hearts pierced through.

– Krrrraaa!

A sharp tentacle pierced the abdomen of a newly promoted special operative, ripping the human form in half.

Blood flowed across the warped ground and through the city’s sewers, and the earth became a grotesque tapestry of creature and human corpses, reminiscent of a hellscape.

“Ah, ah—.”

“Pull yourself together!”

A rookie constable trembled, collapsing before the hell unfolding before his eyes.

In the sky, a violet rift writhed with a nauseating squirm, spewing forth a maddening void, while just behind him, the king of the creatures rampaged, and a tsunami of beasts surged along the horizon.

“The End.”

Not just her, but all those standing on the battlefield found themselves involuntarily chewing on that word.

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

Moreover, the thrill of an apocalypse never before experienced.

“Cough!”

“G-graaah!”

The special operations unit of the Fourth Fleet had endured, their combat experience somewhat bolstering their resolve, but the real issue lay with the military police.

More than half of them had no experience of war, and even those who did were far from accustomed to the chaos of field combat.

“Gyaah! Gyaaah! S-save me—!”

Tentacles of a bishop coiled around the ankle of a military policeman who had felled dozens of creatures.

Crack!

Dragged away, her waist folded backward, she became a mere sack of flesh.

On the opposite side, a member of the Fourth Fleet’s special operations unit was trampled by a creature, his organs bursting forth, and in the end, Obia bit her lip, forcing a troubled smile.

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

The indiscriminate violence she felt after so long was exhilarating, yet the sheer number was overwhelming.

Even she, in her heart, felt a weariness creeping in.

“Gasp!”

Meanwhile, Satra struggled to suppress her trembling, battered body as she faced the oncoming foes.

She extended her fist, swatting away the blade-like forelegs of a creature, twisting her waist to use her legs as leverage, and burst its head open.

“Cough!”

Even as a comrade fell beside her, there was nothing she could do.

Turning her gaze meant risking her own life; they were all too busy just trying to hold the line.

‘At this rate.’

‘…It’s over.’

A shared sense of crisis and helplessness surfaced on their faces.

How could a handful of special operations officers fend off hundreds of thousands of beasts?

Even if those struggling occasionally used their hard-won achievements as a stepping stone, it was physically impossible.

But just then.

[This is BMF-21 squadron. We will provide support.]

The last remnants of the Black Mer’s battle aviation unit, effectively decimated, gritted their teeth and soared into the skies.

KWA-aaaNG!

Without hesitation, they unleashed a barrage upon the encroaching creatures, sometimes dodging the lumbering void turtles that moved with a heavy grace, pouring bullets down to the ground.

And thus began the long-awaited counterattack of the Free Planet Alliance, which had been silenced until now.

WuuuNG—.

Through the gaps in the clouds, created by the exploits of the Black Mer squadron, a fleet of white ships emerged.

“What is that…?”

There were not many, and rather than a military fleet, the white vessels resembled transport ships of a PMC, their exteriors marked with the name Geumyeong (금영).

But that was not all.

Right beside them, a transport ship painted in an even darker hue than the Black Mer, belonging to the Zenolua Family, followed closely. Soon, as if they had made a pact, they unleashed a barrage upon the ground and rapidly descended, spitting out a series of figures.

“Geumyeong Security Team 1. We have arrived at the front line.”

“Geumyeong Security Team 2. Same here.”

“Geumyeong Security Team 4. No issues during duty.”

The hulking men clad in white suits and reinforced white exoskeletons reported something into their earpieces, and as if on cue, they charged toward the creatures.

What was peculiar was that most of their weapons were unified in the form of tonfas, knuckles, and truncheons.

“Hrgh!”

PRaaaCK!

The head of a creature burst open from a spinning tonfa, and its eyeball and brain matter exploded out from a punch.

Occasionally, the white suits were splattered with a disgusting green liquid, but they paid it no mind, silently throwing their fists at the beasts.

Following them, the Zenolua Family’s ships spat out figures clad in black suits, contrasting sharply with the Geumyeong Group, alongside a series of individuals in techwear, their faces obscured by black masks and military caps.

“Wipe them out!”

“I’ll show you Mercato’s typewriter!”

The mafia members, each with half-burnt cigarettes dangling from their lips, unleashed a torrent of railgun fire, inheriting the legacy of submachine guns.

In an instant, a web of fire was formed, and soon, the members of Volk’s team stood in formation, waiting silently for commands as Volk, barely regaining his senses, groaned and rose.

“Ugh, this feels disgusting.”

Finally rising, Volk, shaking off the pain of his weary body, looked at the group that had followed him with the vacant eyes of a wounded wolf and issued a low command.

“Rip them all apart. It’s hunting time.”

The moment the command fell, they swung their weapons lightly in hand, as if they had been waiting for this, and tangled themselves into the fray.

“……Kill them!”

“Damn it! This changes everything!”

At that, civilians who had been holding their breath raised shotguns, and even the mercenaries joined in, weapons in hand, stabilizing the front line more than expected.

It was akin to war, yet it was.

Satra, filled with the encroaching hunger, cold, and thirst, mingled with the blood of the approaching creature, clenched her teeth and muttered absently.

“Still, this much….”

Could there be a chance of victory?

It was a thought shared not just by her, but by all.

Yet at that very moment, their hope shattered, crashing to the ground like broken glass.

KWA-aaaNG!

A series of thunderous explosions erupted right behind them, and soon, a cascade of collapsing debris buried a group of mafias, who could not even let out a final scream before being crushed.

Blood pooled beneath the wreckage, but there was no time to mourn their deaths.

It was only natural.

For it was not just the debris that fell with the explosions, but Ideale, impaled straight down as well.

“Cough!”

A small crater formed where she had landed, and soon, dust-covered Ideale rose, coughing dryly.

Her military uniform tore, and wounds blossomed on her once pristine arms, only to heal in an instant, while dirt tangled in her white hair.

“C-Commander!”

Naturally, the instructors of the Synthesized Nation, such as Ginatios, rushed to follow her, but in that moment, Ideale had no choice but to grit her teeth and reach out.

-KRRRRRRR!

As if vowing not to let this moment slip away, King, who had mercilessly battered Ideale until now, unleashed a full-force strike upon her.

“Damn it!”

Feathers, sharp as blades, surged forth solely to butcher her.

The level of this assault was on an entirely different plane from before.

Each one was akin to a blow from a formidable triple gear, and if there were hundreds, thousands of such attacks, even a pentagon gear could not withstand them all.

Ideale bit her crimson lips, gripping the earth tightly with her white hands as she gauged the remaining psionic energy.

Still, time was needed.

“There’s no choice. I’ll endure, then crush them down.”

That was the only option.

At the edge of her white pupils, King came into view.

His regenerative power was astonishing.

Even when his exoskeleton was torn apart and shattered, he would simply regenerate.

Because of that, she had lost the upper hand.

At last, she stood before the blade that loomed so close, inhaling deeply, bracing herself for the pain that would come as she gazed upon Baek Hwi-young and Gi Natio, who charged forth.

‘Jin Crow.’

The name of the man who was not present slipped through her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

But in that very moment.

Kaga-kaga-kaga-kaga-kang!

A chilling sensation brushed against her flesh as the cold blade sliced through the air. When Ideale opened her eyes once more, the sight before her was a chaotic tangle of feathers, shattering like petals.

“Lieutenant Colonel Jin Crow, instructor at the Central Special Officer Academy.”

And the disheveled black hair brushed against his crimson gaze.

The scars on his body, accentuated by a shirt that was not even buttoned, twitched alongside the split muscles, and the prominent veins on his forearms were stark against his skin.

Swoosh-.

Finally, he bit through the tattered leather glove on one hand and whispered to Ideale, who stood behind him.

“I’m a bit late.”

At those words, Ideale, who had been bracing herself for the impending pain, couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

Then, with a radiant smile she had never shown before, she spoke to him.

“If you cannot explain why you are here, know that it will not end with a mere pay cut.”

“…….”

For some reason, she found his difficulty in meeting her gaze quite pleasing.

Yes, it was as if…

A black cat caught after causing a ruckus, glancing around nervously.