When A Filipino Got isekai with a Twist!
" Only I summon those!"
chapter 14: Demon king of cruelty vs Hero (chris) part 2 The backup!
The sky burned like a dying star. Black lightning streaked between shattered clouds as the Cosmic Draconoc Astray Gundam clashed against the massive form of Azazel, the Demon King of Cruelty. Every blow sounded like thunder breaking against the world itself.
Chris's hands were slick with sweat inside the cockpit. The warning alarms screamed around him, and red lights flickered like dying hearts on his console.
"Come on, hold together, you stubborn tin can…" he muttered, pulling the control sticks as his Gundam twisted to dodge another wave of searing dark fire.
Azazel's laughter rolled through the storm, guttural and proud.
"You bleed your machine dry for nothing, mortal. No armor, no steel, no soul can outlast cruelty itself!"
He raised his massive clawed hand, and from his palm erupted a surge of black chains, each glowing faintly with the faces of tormented souls. They snapped outward like whips, catching the Astray by the arm and leg.
"Got you," the demon hissed, yanking hard.
The Gundam jerked violently, metal groaning as the joints strained. Chris's head slammed against his seat's harness.
"Shit!" he hissed, hitting reverse thrusters—
But Azazel pulled harder.
The Draconoc Astray spun through the air, slammed into a floating ruin, and crashed through it, pulverizing the stone and steel beneath. The impact made the cockpit rattle; sparks rained over Chris's shoulder.
The monitor flickered—
[WARNING: Right Wing System Critical!]
[Energy Output Down to 38%]
Chris wiped blood from the side of his mouth and growled through clenched teeth. "You talk too damn much for a glorified overgrown bat."
Azazel's six wings unfurled again, each feather burning with dark flame. "You defy me even while dying—delightful. I will enjoy crushing your resolve."
He disappeared.
One blink—and the Demon King was already behind him.
Chris barely reacted in time, crossing his blade in defense. The scythe struck, a flash of red-black lightning cracking the air. The shockwave blew apart everything for miles.
Inside the cockpit, Chris's vision blurred. Static danced across the main screen.
"Systems… still stable," he muttered, though the readings screamed otherwise.
The Draconoc Astray's left arm hung limply, hydraulics leaking fluid that evaporated instantly under the ambient heat.
"Still fighting?" Azazel sneered. "Then let me show you true despair."
He thrust his hand forward—black sigils formed in the air, overlapping into a single demonic crest. The air itself began to twist inward, forming a gravitational sphere of pure malevolence.
"Cruelty Domain: Suffering Garden!"
The world folded.
Suddenly, Chris was surrounded by nothing but screaming faces—thousands of souls clawing toward him from every direction, whispering, begging, accusing.
His heart pounded. For a moment, even he hesitated.
"...damn it."
Azazel appeared ahead, towering like a god of torment.
"This domain devours willpower. The more fear you feel, the weaker you become. Now—suffer like the rest of them."
Chris gritted his teeth. "If you think I'll break that easy…"
He slammed his left palm on the console, activating the emergency override.
The Gundam's eyes flared crimson; its dragon fangs unfolded along its shoulders and shins.
[LIMIT BREAK MODE: RECKLESS OVERCLOCK – 120%]
Chris roared, "—then you don't know a damn thing about me!"
The Gundam lunged forward, breaking through the walls of screaming souls, the dragon aura exploding outward. The heat distorted the dimension itself. He slashed—his blade carving a line of blinding light—but Azazel blocked with his scythe, the collision shaking the false sky.
The two struggled, locked in power. Azazel pushed back, laughing through the strain.
"You're strong… but still human. That makes you fragile."
With one brutal swing, he smashed the scythe's handle into the Gundam's chest, sending it crashing downward through the illusionary ground, the energy barrier shattering.
Chris's back slammed into his seat hard.
He coughed blood, gasping for air. His vision doubled, but he still forced the machine to stand. The left leg twitched, hydraulics failing.
The comm system crackled—Metatron's voice faint in his ear.
"Chris… you're reaching structural collapse. Pull back."
Chris wiped his mouth and chuckled hoarsely. "Not yet. I can't… not when the others are still fighting. If I go down, he'll go for them next."
He gripped the controls tighter, breathing hard.
His eyes burned with defiance.
"I'll keep him busy… even if it kills me."
Azazel hovered above, shadowed against the fractured light. "Good. I'd hate for my toy to break too quickly."
He descended again, wings spreading wide, his aura blotting out the last bit of sunlight.
And so the Cosmic Draconoc Astray rose once more, cracked armor sparking, plasma vents sputtering, but its blade still burning bright—defiance against cruelty itself.
Chris's Cosmic Draconic Astray Gundam was losing integrity fast—scorched armor plates hung like peeled skin, and the right arm had been reduced to molten scrap. Each of Azazel's strikes carried the weight of pure sadism—like he wasn't just attacking a machine, but enjoying dismantling Chris's courage piece by piece.
"You disappoint me, little hero," Azazel sneered, his eyes glowing crimson through the smoke. His wings unfurled like blades of black glass. "You come here in that toy, pretending you can fight a king of cruelty?"
Chris gritted his teeth, trying to lock onto Azazel's movement, but the Demon King was too fast. The next instant, a whip of shadow ripped through the air, slicing through the Gundam's chest unit. Warning alarms screamed in his cockpit.
"Damn it—come on, move, MOVE!" Chris slammed the controls, but the Astray's response was sluggish. The left thruster exploded, sending him spiraling into the ruined cityscape below.
Then Metatron's voice echoed inside Kieth's cockpit—sharp and urgent.
"Ding! Notice—individual: Chris. Status—critical. Combat efficiency: 0.9%. Astray unit: near destruction."
Kieth grunted, barely dodging another tail sweep from Xandros. "Tch! Damn it, Chris… you're supposed to hold out, not die!"
"Notice. Cause of weakness identified. Chris has not yet fulfilled the full awakening requirements of his Divine Class."
Kieth's eyes narrowed. "The hell do you mean he hasn't awakened yet? We were summoned the same damn time!"
"Affirmative. Requirement incomplete. Current analysis: his class demands selflessness and the will to protect without expecting salvation in return."
Kieth blocked Xandros's claw strike, boosters flaring. "So you're telling me he's still half-baked because he hasn't proven himself?"
"Correct. Until that condition is met, his Divine Power remains suppressed."
"Damn it…" Kieth exhaled. "Alright, patch me through to Chris!"
Static burst, then Chris's shaky voice came through. "K–Kieth… I'm sorry. I can't… I can't even scratch him…"
Kieth steadied his tone, keeping it sharp but grounded. "Listen, Chris. Forget about winning. Protect someone. Save anyone. That's how you awaken it. You're not a damn soldier—you're a hero. So act like it."
Azazel's shadow loomed over Chris's wrecked Gundam. He laughed, voice dripping with mockery. "Hero? You? Pathetic. Even your comrades pity you."
The Astray's power core burst, and Chris barely managed to eject. He landed hard, rolling across shattered stone. The heat of the burning Gundam washed over him as Azazel's massive form began to descend.
"Pitiful creature," Azazel hissed, raising his clawed hand. "Let me teach you the truth of cruelty. Mercy is a lie."
Chris tried to crawl, his legs half-numb, vision blurring. "N-no… I can't die here… not yet…"
"Ding! Notice—the individual Chris is in imminent danger!"
Metatron's alert echoed again, this time across Kieth's display.
Kieth turned sharply. "Shit—Chris!" He scanned the radar—then saw a blip moving fast. Josh's signal.
He shouted over the comms, "Josh! Don't come here—help Chris instead!"
Josh clicked his tongue through the radio. "Tch. Damn it. Fine." Then his Gundam—sleek and silver, blazing with sword energy—veered off toward Chris's location.
Kieth gritted his teeth, feeling his own unit shaking from the constant battle. Xandros was still toying with him—each blow calculated, almost lazy.
"Notice—battlefield analysis complete. Human forces: overwhelmed. Demon forces: advancing."
Kieth looked at the chaos below—explosions, soldiers running, the skies burning red. "Metatron, we need backup. What do we got?"
"Affirmative. Analyzing… Ding! Possible summon categories detected. Estimated summon duration: thirty minutes. Available options under Army Summon Protocol."
The hologram lit up before him.
Zoids – autonomous beast mechs.
Transformers – sentient combat machines.
Terminators – mechanized infantry AI units.
Kieth smirked despite the chaos. "Heh. Looks like I'm not fighting alone anymore."
"Confirmation required."
"Do it, Metatron. Summon them all."
"Command received—Army Summon Protocol, activate."
A bright ripple spread across the battlefield—metallic roars and mechanical screams followed as titanic silhouettes emerged through the dimensional rift.
The earth trembled under the weight of steel beasts and transforming warriors. Red eyes and glowing cores lit the smoke-covered horizon.
And as Kieth looked down, gripping his controls tight, he muttered under his breath,
"Alright… let's show these demons what human-made monsters look like."
The crimson sky split open like torn steel as the summoning light expanded, swallowing the battlefield.
From that storm of energy came the thunder of engines, the roar of beasts, and the heavy clank of metal upon earth.
A massive silver Liger Zero dropped first, landing hard enough to crack the ground beneath it. Its neon claws dug deep, eyes burning bright as it let out a mechanical roar that rippled through the chaos. Behind it, a convoy of Zoids stormed out—Command Wolves, Geno Breakers, and Blade Lizards racing through smoke and debris.
Then came the titans—Transformers.
A red-and-blue giant slammed his fist into the earth beside Kieth's Gundam, his voice echoing with a deep, resonant tone.
"Autobots—defend the mortals!"
More descended through the rift, transforming mid-air into jets, trucks, and artillery platforms before reverting to robot form on impact.
And behind them, marching in perfect sync, came the Terminators—cold, skeletal machines with glowing red eyes, their plasma rifles snapping to formation.
The tide of war had shifted in an instant.
"Metatron," Kieth said, his lips curling into a grin as his HUD lit up with new signals, "thirty minutes, right?"
"Affirmative. Army Summon duration: twenty-nine minutes, fifty-two seconds."
"Then we'll make every second count."
Kieth's Gundam launched forward, weaving between Transformers as they clashed with demon juggernauts. Xandros's laughter echoed behind him, distorted and booming, "Hah! You think toys will save your world, mortal?!"
Kieth didn't look back. "No… but they'll buy me time."
He boosted upward—right as the view on his secondary monitor shifted to Chris's feed.
Chris's POV
Smoke and dust choked the air. The remains of his Gundam burned behind him, molten metal dripping from its shattered chassis. He was crawling now—each movement a struggle—his ears ringing from the explosion.
Azazel's shadow stretched across him like a curtain of doom.
"Still breathing?" the Demon King of Cruelty taunted, walking with deliberate slowness. His talons dragged against the ground, carving lines of glowing red flame. "Tell me, hero… when you die, will your people still call you brave? Or just another failure?"
Chris spat blood, forcing himself to look up. "I don't… need to be brave…"
Azazel smiled, cruel and patient. "Then die as you are." He raised his claw.
Before it came down—a streak of silver light sliced between them.
Josh's Gundam landed hard, kicking up a wave of dust and shock. The ground cratered from the force of his arrival.
His voice cut through the comms, cold and sharp.
"You've done enough, Chris. I'll handle him."
"Josh—wait! He's too—"
Josh didn't let him finish. He drew both of his energy blades and slashed upward, meeting Azazel's claw head-on. The collision sparked a blinding shockwave that cracked the nearby ruins.
Azazel grinned, eyes glinting with delight. "Another one? Excellent. Two lambs for the slaughter."
Their blades clashed again, faster this time—each strike sending bursts of pressure that shattered rocks and leveled buildings.
"Metatron!" Kieth shouted as he watched the live feed while fending off Xandros's attacks. "Give me visuals on Josh and Chris!"
"Affirmative."
A holographic window opened on his screen—Josh's Gundam dueling Azazel while Chris crawled for cover behind the remains of a fallen building.
Kieth cursed under his breath. "Damn it, Josh, hold him off—just hold him off a little longer."
"Notice: time limit now twenty-eight minutes, thirty-six seconds."
The summoned army surged forward like an unstoppable flood. Zoids tore through demonic beasts, their cannons glowing white-hot. Transformers clashed with demon war machines in brutal close combat, metal screeching against steel. Terminators formed tight ranks, firing plasma volleys that lit up the night.
Yet, even with the reinforcements, the demons fought back with terrifying ferocity. The sky rained fire, and screams of dying soldiers—both human and mechanical—echoed everywhere.
Kieth's heart pounded. "Metatron, relay message to Josh—protect Chris at all costs. He's the key."
"Message relayed."
Down below, Chris pressed his comm weakly. "Josh… I'm sorry. I can't even—"
Josh cut him off, deflecting another claw strike. "Then shut up and live! You still owe me ramen back home, remember?"
For the first time, Chris laughed through the pain. "…Heh. Yeah. Guess I do."
Azazel's eyes burned brighter, his aura distorting the air. "Touching. But I'm afraid your little friendship ends here." He spread his wings wide—unleashing a storm of dark energy that twisted the air itself.
Josh braced for impact, but even his Gundam began to crack under the force.
"Metatron!" Kieth barked. "Can we reinforce them from here?"
"Negative. But if Chris fulfills his Divine Class conditions… his power will awaken."
Kieth's eyes widened. "Then that's it—he just needs a trigger!"
"Affirmative. A moment of true selflessness."
Kieth gritted his teeth, whispering, "Come on, Chris… don't die. Awaken."
As Azazel's dark energy spiraled toward them, Josh stepped forward, planting his Gundam between the blast and Chris's position. "If you won't move—then I'll take the hit for you!"
Chris screamed, "JOSH! NO!"
The explosion swallowed everything in light.
And far above, Kieth watched the blinding flare spread across his monitor, his fists clenched.
"Don't you dare die on me, you idiots…"
To be continue....