Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume2 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 4===

After growing accustomed to military uniforms, the unnecessarily starchy guard uniforms felt too stiff. To make matters worse, they had to wear raincoats over them due to all the rain. The guns they carried felt unreliable. They understood it had to be small enough to hide in their pockets, but with a submachine gun with a barrel less than 20 cm long and only three magazines, they could only buy time rather than kill. That role of theirs was especially obvious from the fact that their military flashlights were their most expensive piece of equipment.

Their inviolable rule was the following:

Justice is power. Thus, the weak must support the strong. Even if it meant a tactical failure, they had to pave the way toward strategic victory.

Simply put, if a bomb was thrown at the summoner’s feet, they were to jump on top of the dangerous object to suppress the blast.

And if they did not want to die in vain, they had to increase their own power.

Anyone could be the most powerful. But that person had to be aware of the many comrades whose blood had paved their way and thus use that power to help the weak.

“…”

What they feared most here was the arrival of a summoner.

If that happened, they had to hold the intruder in place while their summoner could prepare for battle. That was their role. They were the bright light that blinded the enemy while also pointing out the target’s location in the night.

So the soldiers patrolling around the factory had not expected this sort of trouble.

“…Hey?”

Someone gave a confused comment.

A large truck was slowly rolling down the gentle slope. Its headlights were off and its movements showed no sign of a driver. It did not look like anyone was stepping on the gas. It looked more like the handbrake had failed to work.

But even if it was only moving at five or ten kph, it was still a mass of metal weighing over twenty tons.

Submachine guns that fired handgun rounds would be useless. And with no driver, warning shots would be meaningless.

The truck veered off the road and broke through some of the trees in the woods before finally smashing through the chain link fence and onto the factory grounds.

The soldiers watched the truck in a daze, but then they noticed where the mass of metal was headed: the emergency power fuel tank stored a short distance from the factory’s outer wall.

“Oh, no!!”

Someone shouted, but it was no use.

As soon as the giant metal tank was broken like an empty can bitten by a fierce dog, a dazzling explosion tore apart the dark night.