Seventh Realm Part 1: A LitRPG Fantasy series (The Ten Realms Book 8) by Michael Chatfield

Author:Michael Chatfield [Chatfield, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MC Publications Inc.
Published: 2021-06-28T22:00:00+00:00

Rugrat and the special team were the first into the opening, clear of trees. In the distance, flashes of spells and explosives marked the enemy’s advance. Rugrat blinked, his eyes filled with mana as he looked to the skies.

“Clear!” He lowered his repeater, casting a spell. The covered ground cleared, revealing new pre-set mortar pits.

“Fan out, defensive positions. Second Lieutenant Couto, we’re clear up here.”

“On the move.”

Rugrat and the rest of the special teams got comfortable and adjusted their positions to cover the others.

Couto and his people arrived a few minutes later. They broke into squads with mechanical precision. They drew out mortars which hadn’t been given the chance to cool in their storage rings. Mages set to cooling the guns as the gunner and first ammunition bearer sighted the weapon. The second ammunition bearer readied everything else in the pit while the squad leaders held a conference through the platoon channel, checking their position and range cards.

“We have two groups in range. They’re both spread out in the forests. We will target the group to our northwest. Grid square one-three-three-two. Confirm target.” Couto paused as squad leaders checked their maps.

“Confirm target at grid square one-three-three-two,” the squad leaders relayed back.

“Chain lightning rounds, fuse to air burst formations. Spell: Lightning Enhance,” Couto ordered.

“Lightning rounds, air burst fuse, lightning enhance!” a squad leader near Rugrat called out.

The second ammunition bearer pulled out the rounds. Their dark grey body was covered in formations that crackled with power. They unscrewed the round’s nose and replaced it with formation carved fuses.

The gunner and first ammunition bearer had set the gun. The heat dissipating blocks slid back down along the barrel, covered in a cold wind from the mage’s hands.

The squad leader moved beside the gunner and ammunition bearer with his map in hand.

“This is our target. Heavy forest cover. Our target area is one-three-zero, three-two-four to one-three-five, three-two-six. We’ll move from the southwest corner serpentine up to the northeast. Got it?”

“Got it.” The two nodded.

“Good.” The squad leader pulled out the range card and checked his map, studying it with his team.

Rugrat flexed his shoulders and studied the area.

The mortar crews changed their elevation and traverse, some re-sighting their guns so they could cover their two-hundred by five-hundred-meter squares, breaking down their one-kilometer-wide target grid square.

The cooling blocks rang out with metal hitting metal. The mage waved his hands; the cooling spell dissipated.

“Mortar Squad One Three ready!”

The squad leaders radioed into Couto.

“Have your second ammunition bearer ready. Arm and then dump them to your mages. Let’s hammer the bastards. Fire when ready!”

The second ammunition bearer dumped their ready rounds into the mage’s storage rings and continued to ready more mortars.

“Been some time since I did this,” the mage said. The formation under his feet glowed while his spell covered the round. He passed the now-live round to the first ammunition bearer.

“What, a whole two months? Hang!”

“Fire!”

Conversation was ripped away as ten mortars fired, lighting up the night and sending their payloads skyward.

Mages pulled out the rounds, checked them, and cast their spells, passing them to the first ammunition bearer.

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