When a Filipino got isekai with a Twist!
"Only i cam summon those!"
Chapter 15: critical!
BOOM!!!
The explosion ripped through the sky, flames spiraling like a dying sun. The shockwave tore through the battlefield—Gundams, demons, even the summoned machines paused mid-fight as the light swallowed everything.
Then came silence.
The dust slowly cleared… revealing the wreckage of Josh's Gundam, kneeling half-buried in the rubble, its armor melted and twisted.
"Josh!!" Chris shouted, dragging himself out from under a pile of debris. His right arm hung limp, his face streaked with soot and blood. "No… damn it, no…"
His comms buzzed weakly.
"Heh… didn't I tell you… to live?" Josh's voice crackled through the static, faint but calm.
"Dumbass…" Chris muttered, biting his lip, "Why'd you do that?"
A shadow loomed over him.
Azazel—completely unharmed—was walking through the smoke. His demonic wings spread wide, each step cracking the ground. "Touching. How noble. One fool dies for another. Humans never change."
His claw ignited in black fire. "Allow me to finish the job."
Chris tried to move, but his legs wouldn't respond. His weapon was gone, his Gundam destroyed. He could only watch the glowing claw descending—
And then—
"DING! Notice! Individual Chris is in imminent danger!"
Kieth's voice shouted through the comms, "Josh!—no, damn it—Metatron, where the hell is he?!"
"Josh is unconscious. But a compatible unit has been located near Chris's coordinates."
"What unit?!"
"Zoids Series: RZ-041—Liger Zero Frame Mode."
Kieth's eyes widened. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. That one?!"
"Affirmative. Permission to override control and connect individual Chris?"
"Do it!"
The ground beneath Chris trembled. A buried hangar door—half-covered by rubble—shattered open. From within, the Liger Zero roared to life. Its eyes lit up gold, and jets of steam burst from its sides as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
The beast crouched low, its gaze locking onto Azazel.
Chris looked up, confused but desperate. "What the hell—"
"Connection initializing," Metatron's voice echoed in his head. "Compatibility… 97%. Sync complete."
The cockpit opened automatically.
Chris didn't hesitate. He ran—barely able to stand—but he climbed inside. The interior sealed behind him, wrapping him in a glowing field of energy.
"Pilot recognized. Welcome, Chris. Unit—Liger Zero—online."
The mechanical feline's systems flared alive, the HUD forming around him. He could feel it—every gear, every claw, every movement—like it was part of his own body.
Azazel's laughter echoed. "Another toy? You think a beast like that can—"
Before he could finish, the Liger's boosters flared white-hot.
VROOOOM!
Liger Zero vanished in a flash, reappearing beneath Azazel's guard. Its claws slashed upward, carving through the demon king's armor and sending black ichor splattering into the air.
Azazel roared in pain. "Impossible!"
Chris smirked inside the cockpit, his voice trembling with adrenaline. "Yeah, well… I've had enough of being the weak one."
"Notice: Pilot synchronization rising— 98%... 99%... LIMIT BREAK achieved."
Panels on the Liger's armor shifted and detached—then reformed into a sleeker, heavier design. The white armor flashed gold along the edges.
"Armor shift: Schneider Mode—Activated."
Energy blades extended from the Liger's sides, crackling with power. The machine crouched low, claws digging into the earth, then dashed forward—faster than Azazel could react.
SLASH—SLASH—SLASH!
Each strike tore through demonic flesh, sparks and blood flying with every hit. The air split with roaring sound as the Liger's tail whipped around, smashing Azazel into a nearby rock formation.
Chris's breathing quickened, his heart syncing with the rhythm of the machine. "I can feel it… this power—it's like it's alive!"
"Because it responds to will," Metatron answered. "To those who fight not for themselves—but for others."
Chris froze for a moment. "For… others?"
He glanced at the battered silhouette of Josh's Gundam in the distance, still kneeling—protecting him even in ruin. His chest tightened.
"I get it now…" he whispered.
Azazel burst from the rubble, furious, his wings spreading wide. "You dare harm me, insect?! I'll tear your soul apart!"
Chris clenched his controls. "Not this time!"
The Liger roared—a sound that seemed to shake the heavens—and its blades glowed brighter, turning blue-white.
"Limit Overdrive—engaged."
They charged at each other, light and shadow colliding midair. The explosion was blinding, a wave of energy ripping across the battlefield.
From above, Kieth could see it all—the light, the shockwave, and then a new alert flashing on his screen.
"DING! Notice: Individual Chris has fulfilled all class requirements."
"Class Awakening complete—Divine Class unlocked: Dragonsoul Vanguard."
Kieth smirked despite the chaos. "Heh. About damn time, kid."
He looked back at Xandros, still towering over the horizon. "Alright, lizard face… now it's our turn."
The light from Chris's awakening still pulsed across the horizon, burning through the black clouds that had covered the sky. The shockwave rippled outward, pushing back the smoke and flames as if the world itself took a breath.
At the center of it all stood Liger Zero, gleaming in its Overdrive Schneider Mode, armor cracked but glowing like molten gold. Across from it, Azazel staggered, his demonic flesh still regenerating but slower now, his expression twisted with fury.
He bared his jagged teeth. "A mortal… ascending mid-battle?!"
His wings flared, sending shockwaves that tore the ground apart. "Then perish as a godling who forgot his place!"
He charged—an obsidian comet of flame and hatred.
Chris met him head-on. "Bring it on!"
The Liger sprinted, claws slashing against the scorched ground, boosters firing bursts of blue-white light. They collided with such force the earth split beneath them. Blades and black fire clashed again and again—metal screamed, sparks burst, and each impact sent waves of light cutting across the sky.
Inside the cockpit, Chris's body trembled from the strain. The new Divine Class interface flooded his nerves, merging thought and motion. The Liger's eyes glowed brighter as his heart synced perfectly with the machine's core.
Metatron's calm voice chimed in his mind.
"Pilot vitals stable. Synchronization: 100%. Dragonsoul circuit fully integrated."
"Good…" Chris gritted his teeth, "Because I'm not holding back anymore!"
The Liger's mane flared open, golden light surging out like fire. The Schneider blades extended further, vibrating at impossible speed.
SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—!
Each movement was a blur, each strike carving burning lines across Azazel's body. The Demon King howled, wings flailing as ichor and embers scattered into the sky.
"Enough!" Azazel roared. He thrust his arm forward, and a massive sphere of black flame formed in his palm—the embodiment of cruelty itself.
"I'll erase your soul from existence!"
Chris could feel the heat from miles away, but he didn't flinch. His eyes hardened, his grip steady.
"For Josh. For Kieth. For everyone counting on us!"
He pushed the throttle to the max. The Liger leapt, its armor splitting open to reveal glowing conduits of blue and gold.
"Dragonsoul Overdrive—Final Strike!"
The Liger's body was engulfed in a dragon-shaped aura, a fusion of divine energy and mechanical fury. It sprinted straight through Azazel's attack, cutting through the black flames as if slicing through smoke—
Then slashed upward, cutting Azazel clean in half from chest to crown.
The explosion that followed was blinding.
A shockwave of light erupted, disintegrating the demonic fire and throwing debris across the ruined battlefield. When the brightness faded, Azazel's massive frame was already crumbling into ash.
Chris exhaled shakily. His vision blurred, but he managed a faint, exhausted smile.
"…That's for calling me weak."
Metatron's voice was softer this time.
"Demon King of Cruelty—eliminated. Class confirmation: Divine Vanguard rank validated."
From above, Kieth's White Wing Gundam hovered midair, watching the aftermath. A proud grin tugged at his lips.
"He actually did it…" he murmured. "He really did it."
Then Metatron interrupted again—this time with urgency.
"Warning. Remaining summon duration—three minutes. Army constructs collapsing. Human forces sustaining heavy casualties. Multiple Demon Kings remain active."
Kieth's eyes narrowed. His screens flickered between fading allies and the massive shadow still dominating the horizon—Xandros, the Demon Lord of Destruction, his body glowing like a volcanic god, his laughter shaking the heavens.
"Three minutes, huh?" Kieth muttered, rolling his shoulders as sparks flared from his damaged controls. "Guess we'll make 'em count."
He opened his comms. "Chris, can you still move?"
Chris chuckled weakly through the static. "Barely… but yeah. Liger's still got some fight left."
"Good." Kieth's tone sharpened. "Then follow my lead. You take the flank—I'll take him head-on."
"Wait—Kieth, that's suicide—"
"Not if we end it fast." Kieth's eyes gleamed with fire. "This world's got no more room for monsters like him."
High above the battlefield, the wings of the White Wing Gundam unfolded to their full span—pure, blinding light cutting through the crimson storm clouds. Below, Liger Zero roared, golden energy pulsing across its frame.
Two lights—one mechanical, one divine—surged forward together toward the towering demon lord.
Xandros's grin widened, fire swirling around his fists. "Come then, heroes! Let's see if your courage can defy destruction itself!"
And as the sky split open with their collision, the final round of the war began.
POV: Cane
The sky above the western front was blood-red, streaked with burning meteors and falling wreckage. The ground quaked under every step of giants—machines and demons locked in a slaughter that seemed to have no end.
Amid the storm of fire and steel, a black figure tore through the ranks like a reaper. The Cosmic Barbatos Lupus Rex—Cane's Gundam—moved with feral precision, claws dripping molten demon blood, thrusters roaring as it ripped through Astaroth's horde.
Inside the cockpit, Cane's breathing was steady but sharp, his pupils glowing faintly gold as he gripped the controls.
"Come on, where are you…?" he muttered.
A voice answered—smooth, mocking, ancient.
"Behind you, gladiator."
A flash—then a massive blade of demonic energy slammed into Barbatos's side, sending the Gundam skidding through burning debris.
Cane grunted, sparks flying inside the cockpit. "Tch—found you."
Astaroth, the Demon King of Wrath, emerged from the smoke. His body was monstrous—a towering titan of black armor and red sigils, with six burning eyes and horns curved like blades. Each step cracked the ground beneath him.
"You humans and your toys," Astaroth sneered, voice deep enough to shake the sky. "You think wrapping yourselves in metal makes you gods?"
Cane grinned, even as warning lights flashed red all around him. "Nah… it just makes killing monsters like you a lot easier."
He slammed his throttle forward.
The Barbatos lunged. Its tail-blade snapped open like a whip, the mace spinning at blinding speed.
CLANG—CLANG—CLANG!
Each hit sparked an explosion as Astaroth parried with his flaming greatsword. Their blows shattered the air, sending shockwaves that leveled everything around them.
Cane twisted his controls, using the Gundam's claws to grab Astaroth's sword arm. He rammed the mace into the demon's ribs—once, twice—before Astaroth roared and unleashed a burst of hellfire point-blank.
"—GRAAAAHH!"
The blast swallowed Barbatos whole, melting its outer armor. Cane was thrown back, the cockpit shaking violently. Alarms screamed in his ears.
"System integrity—32%! Thrusters—critical damage!"
"Shut up, I'm not done yet!" Cane snarled, slamming his palm against the console. "You'll have to do better than that, freak!"
Barbatos's eyes reignited, glowing crimson. Its arms twitched, metal scraping as it forced itself upright.
Astaroth tilted his head, amused. "Still standing? I expected the so-called 'Divine Gladiator' to die with more honor."
"Honor's overrated," Cane spat, licking a trickle of blood from his lip. "Winning's what matters."
He fired the thrusters, shooting forward again—faster than before. The Barbatos struck like an animal, claws slashing wildly, using brute strength and instinct. It slammed Astaroth into a crater, pinning him down.
But Astaroth smiled.
"Impressive. You fight like a beast… fitting, since you'll die like one."
His six eyes glowed—then exploded in black fire. The flames coiled into serpents that wrapped around Barbatos's arms, burning through its armor.
"Damn it—!" Cane roared as his controls sparked. The Gundam's systems flickered, heat rising dangerously.
Metatron's voice chimed in through static.
"Ding! Notice—individual Cane is entering overload state. Core temperature critical."
Kieth's voice followed, urgent over comms. "Cane! Don't push it too far, your reactor's gonna—"
"Don't tell me what I already know, boss!" Cane cut him off, sweat running down his face. "If this bastard wants wrath—then I'll show him what it really means!"
He slammed both hands on the control bars.
The Barbatos's tail shot out, impaling the ground. Energy conduits along its spine glowed crimson, then gold.
Metatron's tone shifted.
"Warning—overdrive limit exceeded. Activating forbidden module: Beast Frame."
Cane grinned through the shaking cockpit. "Now we're talking."
The Barbatos Lupus Rex began to change—plates shifting, claws extending, the frame stretching into a monstrous, almost feral shape. It roared, mechanical and primal at once, as energy arcs surrounded it.
Astaroth's grin faltered. "What—what is this form?!"
"Something you won't walk away from." Cane's voice was cold.
The transformed Barbatos launched forward, claws glowing red-hot. It tackled Astaroth through a mountain of wreckage, tearing at his chest, then slammed him into the dirt with a shockwave that split the earth.
Each strike was faster, heavier, unrelenting—driven by sheer rage and will. Astaroth tried to block, but the mechanical beast overpowered him, snapping his blade in half and jamming it through his throat.
"Tell your kind," Cane growled, eyes blazing, "that this world already belongs to us."
He drove the claw through Astaroth's core.
The demon king screamed—a sound that shook the sky—before his body erupted into black flame, consumed from within.
Silence followed. The Barbatos stood amid the fire, smoke rising from its armor.
Inside the cockpit, Cane leaned back, exhausted, voice raspy but steady. "One down…"
Metatron's voice came through, calm but grim.
"Demon King of Wrath—neutralized. But two remain active."
Cane wiped sweat from his brow and cracked a grin. "Then tell Kieth and Chris…"
He pushed the throttle again, making the Barbatos turn toward the horizon.
"…I'm coming for round two."
To be continue