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Chapter 33 - Intermission 03

Ronald Goldfarb and Marc Weidermann had managed to beat the men dressed in rags. Resulting in bullets and gasoline running low again. Indeed, in order to defeat a man dressed in rags, the exhaustion of ranged weapons was unavoidable. Including Marc and Ronald though. The two New Germany soldiers chose to sit cross-legged while feeling the wind blowing from outside. At first glance, the distance between the light and them was quite far. For now, they are enjoying time together. While imagining in the final battle in Berlin.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound of status buzzed in Marc and Ronald's ears. Their eyes widened. Trying to turn off the sound.

"Can you turn off the alarm? It's so loud in my ears!" Ronald complained.

"I'm trying!" shouted Mark.

Marc is looking for a way to turn it off. The glances focused on the hologram status. Until there is a symbol indicating the sound. Marc pressed it, the bell ringing in silence. Rough sighs from the mouths of the two New Germany soldiers. They were relieved that they didn't have to listen to the bells ringing all night.

Then, a message appears saying: get an item at random. Marc and Ronald pressed together. There is a wooden box in a sealed state. Out of curiosity, Marc and Ronald immediately opened it without further ado. They pry the box, suddenly a white light blinds Marc and Ronald's vision. Then, dozens of sniper rifle magazines appeared along with canisters for Flamethrowers.

"Impossible! This is unbelievable!" said Ronald wide-eyed.

"Not bad I can save for my own weapon!" cried Mark.

While Ronald picked up an object to his right. An item in the form of a Spreewerk P38 pistol. As well as tools to assemble or repair an object such as a firearm. The item name is [Wooden's Log]. The guns have similarities even though there are differences in the serial code. Mauser has a code of 'byf', Spreewerk 'cyq', while 'ac' on Walther. Among the three manufacturers, Spreewerk is the most unlucky because it is prone to damage when used for too long. Resulted in cessation of operations after World War II.

A sigh escaped Marc's mouth. Not even a few minutes, the item box has been destroyed. Marc's right hand was burned. He had tried to fan fast. An inscription appeared from the status of the two.

"Skill [Summon: Kugelpanzer] had been found."

"[Kugelpanzer]? Seriously?" mumbled Marc in disbelief.

"Wait? You said Kugelpanzer? Wasn't that tank created by New Germany given to Japan to develop?"

"I think so, Ronald. But …"

Mark stopped speaking. Ronald didn't understand what Marc had just said. He felt there was some truth in what Marc said. The reason is, the weapon is a tank that is considered a failure by the New Germany. Where the shape resembles a ball and the contents of the personnel are about one person per unit. In addition, the power is quite large. Has an artillery gun consisting of three units. Namely aircraft gun, gun project and machine gun turret. All of them have their own function. One of the soldiers will steer the wheel and fire from the tank cannon [Kugelpanzer]. Including Marc and Ronald who have to live it alone. However, the tank has three passengers on board. Relying on cooperation with each other, Marc decided to take Ronald in the [Kugelpanzer] tank. A circular magic rune was poured out from Marc.

"[Summon: Kugelpanzer]!"

A ball-shaped tank appears with three artillery guns. The New Germany logo in the form of a black feathered eagle is plastered on the body of the tank. Including the flag once. When Ronald touches the body of the tank, the door opens automatically. Usually, there is a lever puller to open it. However, the body on the ball tank aka [Kugelpanzer] doesn't work. With the tank captured by the Soviet Union in Manchuria, it's no wonder New Germany wanted to get the ship back. Although in the end, no one was able to buy or make a new breakthrough. So far, no one knows about it. Until Marc got it for free. The man took off his helmet, took the initiative to go inside. But Ronald was the first to enter. Followed by Marc. They were both at the wheel. Surprised that the ball tank can fit three people. It would be a shame if the [Kugelpanzer] was never used by the New Germany army. In fact, it is exported to Japan. Ronald's eyes glanced at the inside of the tank. He couldn't hide his joy. However, there was a stab in Ronald's heart. Where he is not able to reveal something for sure.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" asked Marc asking Ronald's condition.

"It's not like that. It's the first time… I've ridden a tank."

"Then?"

"The tank we use right, never worn by our leader, the Führer. This should be our weapon against the allied forces. Not even—" Marc pulled the lever.

The sound of the tank engine is quite loud. The ground that was stepped on, shook quite hard. Scared the monsters and ran in the opposite direction. Marc and Ronald ignored the monsters and advanced to the next floor. Marc canceled the spherical tank. Decided to continue the journey.

~o0o~

Meanwhile, Hiro and the others were still busy climbing the stairs. His hands were starting to ache. Holding the stairs that never run out. Apparently, Hiro's stamina was starting to run out after using the Great Sword against the skeletons. The stamina potion that he kept for himself, was given to Rina and Yumi because they had more contribution. The brown-haired youth exhaled roughly.

"Are you okay, Hiro?" Rina asked Hiro.

"I don't know. I'm getting tired of climbing the stairs. It was caused by someone stopping Yumi and defeating the scythe-bearing skeleton!"

"Hey! On the plus side, I got the item from the scythe. It's a long wait. But at least I don't want to summon monsters continuously."

"Oh, I see?" Allen shouted from below.

After successfully rescuing Yumi, Hiro and Rina decided to climb the stairs first. Followed by Allen who was busy tying Yumi's body on his back. [Age Resistace] has been activated automatically. The result, pain in the back is not so pronounced.

"Allen-san is really amazing. Her stamina doesn't need to be questioned anymore," said Rina to Allen who was too excited.

"You praise me too much, Rina. I'm not that strong when it comes to stamina," said Allen, fending off the compliment from the long-haired girl.

On one hand, Hiro didn't say anything to Allen. Moreover, the conversation between the two. Neither Yumi nor Rina knew what to do. The reason is that the young man still harbors annoyance towards Allen.

When the three of them had reached three and a quarter steps, a meteor shot up at high speed. Destroy some desert areas. The sound was so loud that it almost hit both of their eyes. Sand and dust had hit both eyes. Allen, Rina and Hiro climbed up quickly. The stairs were successfully passed. Until they had entered a door. An outstretched hand appeared out of nowhere. Hiro accepted the offer. Likewise with Rina and Allen.

"Finally someone crossed this floor," muttered one of the women.

When Hiro looked up, the figure of a young woman in armor. Carrying a sharp sword in its scabbard. Moreover, ten soldiers were sitting with their arms and legs folded. They turned a deaf ear to the incident just now. Allen felt a familiar situation, when he saw the war was over. In other words, they experience traumatic symptoms. Allen untied his back, and then put Yumi down slowly. The old man groaned his back in pain. One of the knights massaged his back. Hiro, Yumi, Rina and Allen met the knights hiding inside. Sweat dripping all around him. Gives the impression of a smell full of sweat. In other words, the three of them had reached the second floor through a secret door. In addition, this room is only as large as a personal workspace when opening a mercenary contractor.

"Are you one of the survivors?" asked the woman in armor.

"Yeah so what?"

"Then you're in luck. Because you won't be able to get out of this place."

Instantly, the four of them frowned. Confused by the words of the woman in armor. In the back corner, a woman with black hair glared sharply at Allen. Her brows furrowed. Muttering something with a sharp gaze.