He has already activated diamond physique and Juggernaut's Armant. That makes two defenses on top of his armor to protect himself with.
He couldn't be bothered to hide his abilities with his life at stake. He wanted an opportunity to go all out, and he has got it. But he still wasn't confident that he would be able to survive the fall.
He promised himself, "I should get a flying ability soon."
Then he shook his head and chuckled. "I doubt flying would be better in this situation. It might make attract hostile attention to myself and be shot down."
He knows about the spike-throwing trees as he read about them in the dossier of the Lignum world. It is just that they were supposed to be smaller and weaker.
They were small trees that hunted flying birds who were attracted to their fruits. The bird would die and fertilize the ground near the roots of the tree.
In case the corpse of the bird attracts a carnivore, that carnivore would also join the bird in using their corpse to help the tree grow stronger.
The tree shoots anything moving around it that it senses. So it is a nace in the forest. Many creatures avoid it like the plague.
But according to the dossier, only small and weak creatures were afraid of it. It shouldn't be strong enough to wreak havoc on military-grade equipnt thousands of ters in the sky.
Then again, this world was ruled by elves. These elves can enhance the ability of plants, so he wasn't surprised that sothing that terrorizes rats and birds has been turned into sothing capable of defending a world from invaders.
He was thinking about this when their drop shute was finally hit. It shook as its defenses were overwheld quickly.
The cloak on it was covered by acid rain, which was eating through it like hot water on ice. Then the shute turned upside down as a wooden giant javelin smashed into it and tore through it.
The cloak flickered for a while. Then it lost power. This caused the force field to disappear completely. Soon more giant wooden javelins smashed into it, so it tumbled in the air.
Things got worse when one of the rockets at the corner was hit. The rocket exploded and took the corner with it.
Everyone in the corner was either killed by the explosion or fell out of the hole in the corner of the shute. Either way, more soldiers whose straps had been damaged by the explosion joined the latter as the shute tumbled through the air.
As for those who shrapnel had injured instead of their strap, they began to bleed out in the shute. It was not a good state to be in when the shute was rolling through the air like a rock.
Blood, flesh, and limbs flew through the cabin of the shute as the shute tumbled in the air. None of them hit the other soldiers because of the protective force field of their armor. But this was getting more and more difficult to manage as the amount of blood, flesh, and limbs in the cabin increased.
The spiked tree below was having a field day. Each attack churned the cabin and turned so soldiers into blood mists. By the looks of things, either they died or turned into scattered flesh trying to overco the defenses of the force field of other soldiers.
They could only hope to continue being bothered by the blood and flying flesh. Unfortunately, everyone was not so lucky.
Kelvin was hit in the chest by the giant wooden javelin. His Juggernaut's Armant failed imdiately and allowed the spike to pass. The force field of his armor failed next. Then the spike crushed the tal of his armor.
The spike continued until it actually struck his chest. His diamond body stopped it. But the force of the collision felt like soone had punched him in his heart.
He lost all the air in his lungs as it was forced out of his body. Then he was pushed back until he smashed against the wall of the shute.
His vision flickered as his consciousness struggled to remain awake. If not for his strap still keeping him connected to the shute, he would have slid out through the hole in the corner of the shute.
But thanks to the strap, he could battle the problem of remaining conscious with as much interference as a tumbling tal box in the air could provide.
His head continued to smash into walls, people, or the ground. It made keeping himself conscious more difficult.
Finally, the shute struck the ground. It didn't explode, which was a good thing to celebrate. But they had no ti to celebrate. They had to remove their straps and join the battle.
Wrath shouted beside his head, "Are you alright?"
He asked back, "What does it look like to you?"
She sighed in relief. "It is great that you're fine."
He snorted. Then he removed the strap connected to his back and crawled his way out of the burning wreck that had brought him all this way.
He didn't bother with the door of the cabin. He just used the large hole in the side of the shute. It was easily accessible anyway compared to the door that was being blocked by the ground.
He ca out of the hole and looked around. Despite the feeling of regret that has been stewing in his chest after that giant javelin struck him, he could feel a sort of thrill and anticipation working its way through his body.
As he looked at the sky, he saw tal aircraft flying about and fighting together with flying creatures of flesh against flying defenders of flesh. The clash between them led to fiery explosions and gory explosions of blood and flesh.
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tal, fire, flesh, and blood rained down from the sky accompanied by acid rain. People were dying every second. The sound of explosions and fighting was coming from everywhere and deafening.
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