Chapter 223 The Cavalry Arrives

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The arrival of the reinforcements changed the entire dynamic on the ground. Leading the pack was an M1A2 Abrams tank, its engine's low rumble announcing its presence. The tank, a mainstay of armored warfare, advanced steadily, positioning itself with its main gun turning towards Crimson.

Behind the Abrams, a convoy of ten LAV-25s rolled in. These light armored vehicles stopped in a formation near the tank, providing additional cover. Soldiers, quick and focused, disembarked from the LAVs. They took up defensive positions, rifles ready, eyes fixed on Crimson. Their movements were efficient, reflecting their training and readiness for combat.

Above them, the sound of the A-10 Warthog added to the imposing scene. The Warthog circled the area, its pilot scanning the situation below and preparing for a potential strike.

Crimson, who had so far seemed unbothered by the military's efforts, showed a momentary sign of surprise at the scale of the response. She watched the tank and the LAVs, her expression more serious now. The smile she had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a calculating look.

If the Apache's Chain Gun could make her blood barrier ripple and weaken she wondered what the Abrams' 120mm cannon could do. A brief smile returned to her face as she thought that the barrel of the tank was slow so it had no chance of hitting her.

Echo 3-2 approached the other squad leader and spoke. "Be careful, that woman is fast and just downed an Apache helicopter."

"How fast is she?"

"She moves like a blur. If you want that tank to have a high chance of hitting her, then you must keep her in the same location."

In that moment of confusion, the LAV-25s seized the opportunity. Their Bushmaster II 30mm chain guns, capable of firing at a rate of up to 200 rounds per minute, opened fire. The 30mm rounds, designed for both anti-armor and anti-personnel roles, were accurate and powerful.

Crimson, now realizing the imminent threat from multiple directions, attempted to raise her blood barrier again. However, the simultaneous assault from the Abrams tank and the LAV-25s created a relentless barrage that she struggled to defend against.

And then from above, the Warthog made its run. As the Warthog swooped in, the distinct sound of its 30mm Gatling gun erupted, sending a torrent of armor-piercing rounds toward Crimson. The pilot of the Warthog expertly maneuvered the aircraft, keeping the stream of fire focused on Crimson while avoiding any friendly fire.

On the ground, Echo 3-2 and the soldiers watched as the combined assault seemed to finally take its toll on Crimson.

"What the...she was acting tough earlier and now she is struggling. Well, nothing beats a conventional weapon."

However, his celebration was quickly stifled into silence as the aura of Crimson started to glow brighter and brighter until it reached the point—tidal blood exploding outward knocking out the infantry, the LAV-25, and the Abrams tank a few meters. Most of the infantry went out cold, the LAV-25's engine shutting off, while the tank and other LAV-25s remained operational.

"What the hell..." Echo 3-2 cursed as he staggered to his feet, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. In the chaos, he saw Crimson transform before his very eyes. Her skin, already pale, turned an even more ghostly white. Her eyes, which had previously held a calculating look, now glowed a deep, ominous red. And her hair, which had been dark, shifted into a stark white color.

The soldiers who remained conscious were stunned, their rifles hanging limply in their hands as they tried to process this new development. The few operational LAV-25s tried to reposition, their crews were shocked but determined to continue the fight. The Abrams tank, though shaken by the blast, still had its main gun trained on Crimson.

"All stations...this is Echo 3-2, target seemed to have undergone some sort of transformation. She's more powerful than before," Echo 3-2 urgently communicated over the radio.

"Okay...I will take you all seriously this time..." Crimson said.