Infinite Armory: Modern Weapon and Demonic Interface – [Nation-Building LITRPG]

The village resounded with the thunderous roar of gunfire and explosions. High above, Bell operated a drone, granting him a bird's-eye perspective of the tumultuous scene. This vantage point allowed him to precisely coordinate the artillery strikes, targeting specific grid squares for maximum impact.

Through the drone's camera, Bell observed an army of the undead converging on the village from all directions. He spoke with unwavering composure as he communicated with the base. "Baseplate, this is Overlord. Request fire support at my location. Adjust based on the vehicle transponder signal. Danger close, over."

"Roger that, Overlord," came the swift response. "Overlord, this is Baseplate. Copy that. Fire for effect. Shot out. Time on target six seconds. Strike radius 500 meters from your marker. Stand by for BDA request, over."

Moments after the command, Bell heard the high-pitched whistling of artillery shells cutting through the sky. He could see the smoke trails of the shells as they gracefully arced from the distant base. The 155mm shells soared and then thundered into the dense forest surrounding the elven village.

The drone's camera captured a series of violent explosions. Trees were uprooted and flung aside as if they were mere twigs. Several undead were catapulted into the air by the sheer force of the blasts. While Bell couldn't gauge the exact extent of the damage, the forest floor was littered with enough bodies to suggest a significant impact. He redirected the drone's focus to the group defending the village.

"Baseplate, Overlord here. Observing a decrease in enemy combat effectiveness. Unable to ascertain exact figures. My team will maintain situational awareness. Overlord out."

Group A, positioned to the north, found themselves easily repelling the undead. Bell carefully analyzed the attacking force: husks, ice trolls, a few snow wolves, and a juggernaut leading the onslaught. The .50 caliber machine gun proved devastating against the juggernaut, reducing it to a spray of red mist within moments. The soldiers continued to fire relentlessly into the forest, their 40 mm grenades decimating any groups of husks or skeletons that dared to approach.

Suddenly, a distress call crackled over the radio. "Overlord, Group C is being overrun by husks. We need immediate fire support!" The plea came from Spear team, stationed in the south.

"Roger, Group C. Stand by," Bell responded, his full attention now focused on the southern front, where the situation had escalated. Ice mephits had joined the onslaught, significantly hampering the defenders' firepower. These flying ice spirits, exploding upon death, resembled airborne improvised explosive devices (IEDs) as they dove toward the soldiers.

"Bell, have Tomas reposition the JLTV with the M3 to the south. They're getting swarmed by ice mephits," Bell ordered.

"Copy that, Overlord. We're moving the JLTV with the M3 now," Tomas promptly replied.

The armored vehicle roared to life, navigating through the village streets towards the southern edge. Positioned strategically between two wooden houses, it was prepared to provide extensive coverage. However, just as the JLTV settled into place, the ice mephits swarmed over the position, threatening to overwhelm it.

The battle took a rapid turn in favor of the defenders. Atop the JLTV, the M3 heavy machine gun sprang into action, its .50 caliber rounds annihilating the ice mephits. Despite the spirits' attempts to evade, they couldn't escape the relentless barrage. The gun's rapid fire rate of 1,200 rounds per minute ensured that the mephits exploded mid-air, well away from Group C.

Inside the JLTV, the crew expertly maneuvered their joysticks, picking off the mephits with precision that resembled a high-stakes video game, but with very real danger. As the JLTV held its position, the southern wave of undead crumbled under its sustained fire, offering critical support to the embattled group.

Meanwhile, at the village center, the M230LF 30mm autocannon remained on standby. Reserved for the most formidable threats, it remained unused, mainly due to the effectiveness of the combined arsenal of modern weaponry and magical spells employed by the Air Assault Unit.

From his elevated vantage point, Bell observed a captivating fusion of magic and military prowess. Riflemen adeptly conjured ice spikes, launching them into the oncoming horde of undead, while others deployed 40mm grenades using grenade machine guns into the midst of battle. The unfolding scene presented a brutal yet awe-inspiring tableau of destruction, effectively keeping the relentless undead at a safe distance from the village.

Amidst the chaos, Bell's attention was drawn to Tomas, who remained remarkably composed. Casually sipping tea from his thermos, with his assault rifle nonchalantly cradled in his other hand, Tomas exuded an almost indifferent demeanor. Bell wondered if Tomas's frequent encounters with the undead had desensitized him to the horrors of the battlefield.

Then, almost casually, Tomas spoke up. "You know, folks, if this becomes our daily routine, the minister is going to become quite wealthy. And that could mean improved facilities for us, wouldn't you agree?"

"Better equipment too, sir," added a soldier from the refugee camp that Bell had rescued earlier, her focus unwavering as she aimed her rifle at an approaching undead. With a swift burst from her H&K 416, the creature fell. "Should we salvage their gear for the supply depot?"

"No need," Tomas replied dismissively. "The weapons these creatures carry are hardly worth the metal they're made of."

"Right, sir. Our ammo is running low. Should I head to the supply depot?" the soldier inquired further.

"Yes, please fetch 12 magazines," Tomas instructed.

"Understood, sir."

Bell zoomed his drone out, shifting his focus from Tomas and his team to a panoramic view of the entire village. He scanned the skies, remaining vigilant for any signs of impending danger. The drone's camera rotated, providing a comprehensive 360-degree view of the village and the sky above.

Suddenly, in the distance, Bell spotted a squadron of winged creatures approaching. He zoomed in with the drone's camera to get a closer look. These creatures were small, scaly, with light blue skin. They weren't dragons, which were typically solitary and more formidable. Instead, they were frost wyverns, a distinct threat in their own right.

Bell promptly alerted his team over the radio. "Attention all units, we have a group of frost wyverns inbound from the southeast. I repeat, southeast," he broadcasted, ensuring everyone was aware of the impending danger.

Tomas responded swiftly. "Copy that, Overlord. We're sending a JLTV for aerial support," he confirmed.

In a matter of moments, a JLTV armed with a 30mm cannon was positioned, its gun aimed skyward. The vehicle's camera swiveled, scanning the skies for the approaching wyverns. The dense foliage of the surrounding forest made spotting low-flying targets a challenge. As the wyverns closed in on the village, the cannon roared to life, unleashing a barrage of rounds at the oncoming creatures.

"Bravo 1-9, engaging targets!" The 30mm autocannon unleashed its firepower upon the wyverns, opening fire even before the creatures could reach the ground. Designed to pierce armor, the rounds effortlessly penetrated the thick scales of the wyverns. The autocannon thundered continuously, its rounds tracing through the sky with a rhythmic thump.

The wyverns' shrieks and cries resonated through the village as their lifeless bodies rained down from the sky. Bell watched in astonishment as a 30x110mm round tore through a wyvern, exiting its body in a gruesome explosion, scattering its entrails. Blood sprayed in all directions, creating a crimson mist that slowly descended upon the village. Even the ancient tree at the village center was stained by the wyverns' blood. The force of one wyvern's impact against this ancient ice tree was so immense that it snapped a large branch, sending it crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

"THIS IS A BLAST! COULD DO THIS ALL DAY!" Bravo 1-9's exhilaration inadvertently reverberated through the air as the autocannon atop the JLTV efficiently dispatched yet another wyvern, seemingly indifferent to the legends that surrounded these creatures.

"Overlord, it looks like the enemy's numbers are dwindling. How much longer until the assault is over, over?" came the inquiry.

Bell removed his goggles and reached for his phone, glancing at the remaining time. There were still ten hours on the clock, but the onslaught of attacking undead had significantly decreased. Now, only five or six were charging at a time, a stark contrast to the usual ten to twenty.

"We've still got ten hours ahead of us, over," Bell reported.

"Roger that, Overlord. I'll relay the order to my troops to settle in. Looks like we're in for the long haul," Tomas responded.

"Understood, Tomas. Overlord out."