Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume9 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 15===

With his leg caught in the rubble, Quenser held the shotgun as he had seen others do. The only reason the shots hit was the excellent automated assistance including the circular guide light.

But that was not enough to destroy the approaching powered suit.

Each time he fired, the pain shooting through his shoulder felt like a bicycle was running over it. Also, the noise stabbing into his ears made him feel dizzy. The powered suit grew unsteady every time it was shot, but it did not stop walking. Eventually, a shallow cut appeared on Quenser’s cheek. The enemy had not fired. One of his shots had ricocheted back.

And even that did not last long.

An odd sound came from the shotgun. No matter how often he pulled the trigger, it would not fire. He was out of ammunition. When he realized that, the powered suit was already looking down on him.

“…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”

Neither of them said anything.

He did not have time to feel any obvious fear.

The powered suit simply lifted its leg as if to crush an empty can.

A moment later, a great force from the side swept the powered suit away like a toy.

The suit had to be heavy enough to hold its ground if a small car hit it, but it was not some bizarre super weapon that sent it flying for over five meters.

It was a snapped wire.

The countless wires supporting the Object began snapping once the monster started moving. They shot outwards like a stretched rubber band cut by scissors and one of them had flown across the deck.

The powered suit still tried to get up.

Yet if it had played dead, it might have been overlooked.

A dark shadow covered the entire flight deck that was easily large enough for a basketball game. It was like a giant peering into a miniature garden. But this giant had a huge cultivator attached. It looked like a street cleaner with the rotating brush exchanged for dull metal blades.

The two arms supporting the rotating blades lowered them from the steel sky.

A tremendous sound followed.

With the sound of crunching metal, the aircraft carrier’s flight deck was pried open like a can. A deluge of orange sparks flew out. The destruction was so great it was impossible to tell what had happened to the powered suit in the middle.

The entire aircraft carrier tilted.

“Ah…waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!?”

Quenser reached toward the flight deck so he would not slide down. That was when he realized he had been freed. The wreckage of a metal wall pinning him down had been knocked off of him and into the ocean when the aircraft carrier tilted.

“Putana?”

“Teacher, I have no intention of taking responsibility for your life.”

When he held his aching ankle and looked up, her voice came from the Collective Farming’s speakers.

“If you want to survive, stand on your own two feet.”

Nothing more needed to be said.

Quenser used his own two feet to jump from the edge of the flight deck and into the ocean. He then swam to the small submersibles attached to the hull by ropes. Meanwhile, the Collective Farming left the two aircraft carriers and crossed the great ocean to support the Baby Magnum.

Work to defeat the Oriental Magic was in progress both above and below the water’s surface.