The sheer, unbridled force of the explosion flung Ivan violently through the air. It was nothing short of a miracle that he remained alive, having been at the epicenter of such destructive power. His possession of Black Riot had intrinsically enhanced his physique, rendering him remarkably invulnerable to certain attacks, a fact starkly proven by his survival of the recent catastrophic blast.
Ivan tumbled and plummeted helplessly, tracing a perfect parabolic arc through the smoke-filled sky. Black Riot, his sentient weapon, was already somewhere deep within the murky waters that now flooded the street below. He was mere seconds away from a brutal, bone-jarring collision with the riverine street. A painful impact seemed inevitable, and he silently yearned for a mythical flying sword to somehow lift him from this imminent, crushing descent.
As if summoned by his very thought, Black Riot soared from the depths of the river, streaking towards Ivan. It met Ivan mid-air with elegant precision, saving him from an otherwise certain, agonizing crash. Ivan lay prone on the sword's broad, flat surface, utterly relieved and grateful for his incredible fortune. He hadn't plunged into the water. With the immediate danger averted, his focus sharply returned to the relentless alien invaders wreaking havoc upon humanity.
Several menacing bomber crafts continued their destructive rampage in the immediate vicinity. Ivan, his gaze steely, locked onto one of the colossal machines, and his sword, with an almost sentient purpose, surged towards his chosen target. Ivan and Black Riot became a single, piercing projectile, slamming directly into the bomber craft's vulnerable cockpit. The cramped space, designed for a solitary pilot to operate the craft, meant Ivan's forceful entry was a direct, incapacitating assault. The alien pilot was instantly knocked into a state of unconsciousness.
Fortunately, the bomber craft's inherent autopilot system swiftly engaged, maintaining the immense aircraft's precarious, albeit stable, flight trajectory.
"Intruder detected. Intruder detected. Self-destruct initiated. Self-destruct initiated." The bomber craft's advanced artificial intelligence assistant, detecting Ivan's unexpected and hostile presence, immediately sought to purge him. However, the artificial assistant did not cause the colossal aircraft to detonate in mid-air. Instead, with a chillingly calculated precision, it seized control of the aircraft, forcing it into a steep, terrifying nosedive towards the bustling street below. The chilling intent was clear: to crash the massive aircraft onto the street, thereby utterly destroying the craft and unleashing a devastating explosion that would claim countless innocent human lives.
Ivan, with his newfound agility, wriggled his body, adjusting his position within the confined cockpit. With a swift, decisive motion, he cleanly decapitated the unconscious Und pilot, unceremoniously tossing the grotesque corpse out of the cockpit opening. A daring, dangerous idea sparked within his mind: he would replicate one of Merlin_13's most renowned and destructive skills, the Volcanic Sword Stab, to neutralize the plummeting bomber craft.
The Volcanic Sword Stab was a legendary technique capable of generating a cataclysmic, explosive eruption when Black Riot was impaled into any solid surface. Ivan hesitated for a fleeting moment, bracing himself mentally and physically to endure the inevitable, searing pain from yet another close-proximity explosion.
"Haayah!" he roared, as he plunged the gleaming sword deep into the cockpit's metallic floor.
BOOM! The colossal bomber craft was instantly, violently annihilated, torn to a million shattered pieces high above the city. A potent, concussive vibrational force, however, was still powerfully transmitted down to the street below, a stark reminder of the immense power unleashed.
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You have slain 1 Und.
1 exp gained.
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You stopped an area-wide attack.
1 exp gained.
Four distinct info bars from his mysterious system instantaneously materialized within Ivan's vision. He scarcely had time to fully comprehend the text emblazoned across them. The only clear, undeniable fact he registered was that he had successfully slain one Und. He quickly exerted his will, commanding the sword to ascend rapidly, lifting him away from the lingering, intense propulsion generated by the recent colossal explosion.
The two remaining, hostile bomber crafts immediately perceived Ivan's presence, an enigmatic figure perched upon his extraordinary flying sword. It was obvious to any intelligent observer that he was something truly special, a threat that demanded their immediate attention. The bomber crafts, abandoning their previous targets, swiftly altered their trajectories, converging on Ivan, intent on neutralizing this singular threat before resuming their widespread devastation below.
Ivan, surprisingly, felt a surge of grim satisfaction that the two enormous jets had decided to engage him simultaneously, and even more fortuitously, from the same direction. He had a formidable, experimental move he was eager to unleash: Merlin_13's legendary One Thousand Sword Light skill. He elegantly held Black Riot directly before his face, the glistening tip of the blade pointing majestically skyward. In a globally popular video from some time ago, this precise stance was how Merlin_13 had flawlessly demonstrated the devastating One Thousand Sword Light skill. With a sharp, resolute movement, Ivan then pointed the sword's tip directly forward, aiming at the rapidly approaching threats.
Suddenly, a dazzling thousand sword lights, shimmering with ethereal power, condensed and swirled intensely around Ivan. Then, in a blink of an eye, they vanished. The incoming bomber crafts, caught unawares, were instantly, brutally reduced to mere metallic shreds, followed by a series of violent, cascading explosions that tore through the sky. Ivan, having wisely positioned himself a considerable distance from the blast radius, did not suffer a direct, heavy hit. A powerful, turbulent wind, however, buffeted him vigorously.
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You have slain 2 Unds.
2 exp gained.
BRRRGH! A high-velocity bullet, tore through Ivan's left thigh. He shrieked, a raw cry of pain, and plummeted from his flying sword. Having lost the conscious command to levitate, Black Riot also fell, mirroring his master's uncontrolled descent towards the unforgiving ground. A colossal carrier craft, previously unnoticed, had opened fire from a significant distance, precisely targeting Ivan. Just like the preceding two bomber crafts, the pilots of this massive vessel had unerringly identified Ivan as an extraordinary threat, concluding that he had to be eliminated to prevent any further, unnecessary complications.
The immense carrier craft was laden with Und infantry within its cavernous cabin, poised to deploy them onto the beleaguered streets below. So far, the defense system of Section 2 had lamentably failed to mount a strong, cohesive resistance against the relentless and invasive Und forces.
The grievous wound on Ivan's thigh miraculously ceased its profuse bleeding in under three agonizing seconds, a testament to his enhanced physiology. However, the sharp, persistent pain stubbornly refused to subside. He miraculously managed to stabilize his turbulent emotions mid-air, a feat of sheer willpower. With unwavering resolve, he willed his sword to return, and Black Riot, ever loyal, swiftly responded, soaring back to position itself firmly beneath his feet.
"Let's go punish those abominable aliens," he muttered, his voice laced with renewed determination.
Ivan, now back on his sword, surged directly towards the massive carrier craft.
The two pilots who expertly flew the colossal carrier craft immediately detected an incoming, rapidly approaching object on their advanced radar. They swiveled their heads, turning to their imaging radar, and saw with disbelief the very human they had just "cleared"—the one presumed vanquished—hurtling directly towards them. The pilots exchanged a look, growing apprehension clouding their alien faces. They were absolutely certain this human was not a Transcendent rank, nor above the transcendent rank in power. Yet, they were utterly bewildered as to how he had so miraculously survived the attack. The severe injury inflicted was designed, with meticulous precision, to cause the human to bleed to death within a mere five seconds.
The carrier craft's pilots, with synchronized efficiency, took control of the two formidable machine guns mounted on their aircraft. They aimed with deadly precision and unleashed a torrent of destructive fire directly at Ivan.
"Brave Man's Shield!" Ivan roared, unleashing a potent, defensive sword spell to protect himself from the onslaught. A translucent, shimmering sword projection, colossal in its proportions, instantly materialized before him. The spectral projection was an astonishing four times his height and width, forming an impenetrable barrier. The relentless torrent of attacking bullets harmlessly ricocheted away upon the shimmering surface of the powerful projection.
One of the pilots, abandoning the machine gun, swiftly moved to arm the powerful missiles.
The magnificent projection, despite its immense strength, shattered into a thousand glittering fragments under the mighty, explosive force of the missile crashing onto it. The concussive force violently propelled Ivan away, sending him tumbling uncontrollably. Yet, even as he helplessly rolled through the air, he did not lose his razor-sharp focus. He swiftly cast multiple sword projections around him, forming a protective, shimmering barrier to shield him from any further, devastating attacks.
More relentless missile attacks ensued, their fiery trails arcing towards him, but the array of shimmering projections steadfastly protected Ivan from any significant harm, a testament to his burgeoning skill and unwavering resolve.