--- previously at Pinoy Isekai....
Princess Lyra stood before a massive table littered with maps, reports, and half-burnt documents. Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as another scout stumbled into the war room, wide-eyed and pale.
"They... they took stronghold eleven too," he muttered. "Gone. Flattened. Again."
The room was silent.
A general leaned over the map. "That's ten strongholds—no, eleven—in one week."
"Retaken," a tactician corrected. "More like blown to smithereens, actually."
Princess Lyra sighed deeply. "Am I just imagining things... or did those three idiots really retake a quarter of our lost territory?"
Everyone just looked at her, silent.
"And destroy half of it in the process," she added with a grimace.
Another officer mumbled, "We'll need an entire reconstruction corps at this rate…"
--- present...
When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist!
Volume 2 "only I can summon those!"
Chapter 28 : Fangs vs Fangs
Unit Zero."
Cut to: Unknown Location – Demon Realm Fortress
The chamber was vast and cold, lit by a strange purple fire. Shadows twisted unnaturally across obsidian walls. At the center sat a figure cloaked in scale and malice—eyes like molten rubies fixated on the projection hovering in the air.
It showed the aftermath: the Gundam smoldering in a crater, surrounded by shattered demon corpses and burning ruins. Three figures—Josh, Vismond, and Cane—stood victorious.
Below the throne, a kneeling subordinate trembled. "M-my Lord... Stronghold Eleven has fallen. The southern corridor is compromised. We've confirmed it was them. The Sword King. The Assassin. The Gladiator."
Silence.
Then the Demon Lord rose.
His towering form stepped from the throne, firelight catching the edge of his armored claws. His voice was low and venomous:
"Tch... Kieth Deyviel Martin. Even when you're not around, you're still giving us problems. With your remaining summons!"
His gaze burned through the projection.
"You left your toys behind, and now they're wrecking my domain."
He turned his head toward the trembling officer.
"No more distractions. Activate Unit Zero."
The subordinate flinched. "B-but… they were sealed after the Leviathan Massacre!"
"I don't care," Xandros snapped. "Open the vault. Unleash the Obsidian Claw. If they want war, we'll give them extinction."
He clenched his fist, and shadows around him coiled like serpents.
"Let the world watch as gods fall before monsters."
Scene: Return to Base – Council Hall of the Allied Forces
The giant Gundam limped across the open runway, sparking with every step. Half the hull was missing. One wing was gone. Smoke trailed like a flag of victory... or surrender.
Inside the control tower, dozens of officers, divine beings, and war clerics watched in stunned silence.
"...They're actually alive," muttered High Cleric Emelda, blinking slowly.
"Alive and dragging half a mountain with them," grunted General Roan.
With a loud THUD, the Gundam collapsed onto the base platform. Its cockpit hissed open—and out stepped Josh, sword slung over his shoulder, cape torn, smirking like he just came back from a vacation.
Cane followed, chewing on what looked like roasted demon meat on a stick. "Yo! We brought souvenirs!"
Vismond emerged last, flipping a bloodied coin. "Eleven down. You're welcome."
A tense silence followed.
Then the doors burst open.
Goddess Lycana stormed in, flanked by celestial guards. Her divine presence filled the chamber—calm but barely restrained.
"You destroyed a quarter of the Demon-occupied continent," she said, her voice like thunder behind silk.
Josh cleared his throat. "You're welcome?"
"You leveled a sacred dwarven ruin while 'liberating' it!" another angel barked.
"We thought it was cursed," Cane said, shrugging.
"You smashed through three fortresses after the demons already retreated!"
"I call that initiative," Vismond replied flatly.
Lycana closed her eyes, rubbed her temple, and exhaled. "You are reckless. Impossible to coordinate. Irresponsible—"
A portal flickered open behind her. Princess Lyra stepped out, arms crossed, pinching her nose.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," she muttered, "but… somehow… these three idiots just retook a quarter of the stolen lands."
The entire war room fell silent.
Lycana opened one glowing eye. "...What?"
Josh grinned. "See? Stealth."
Vismond whispered, "Told you it counts if no one survives."
A moment passed. Then—
Applause erupted. Some divine commanders actually stood. A few dwarves wept openly. One elf began composing a ballad.
Lycana raised her hand, silencing them.
"I'm still mad," she said sternly. "But… proud."
Then she pointed at them. "You're grounded. The three of you—no more Gundam joyrides until we fix it. And no more surprise assaults until I personally sign off."
Cane saluted lazily. "Sure, sure."
Josh and Vismond exchanged looks.
And then… the divine bell tolled.
The last seal broke with a shuddering clang. Darkness spilled into the hallway like ink pouring from a broken bottle. From within, seven figures stepped forward—each wrapped in living shadow, their bodies clad in old, war-forged armor etched with infernal runes.
The chamber's light dimmed unnaturally, not from lack of flame—but because hope itself receded.
The last seal groaned open with a sound like cracking bone. Dark fog spilled into the corridor, thick and alive. Seven figures stepped out, cloaked in ancient power. Their presence alone warped the air.
A voice whispered from the shadows:
"Unit Zero: Obsidian Claw… activated."
The first to step forward was a towering woman clad in black dragon-hide, silver hair spilling over her shoulder like ash. One crimson eye glowed, the other a hollow socket that leaked void energy.
Name: Lady Kairis the Black Veil
Title: Voidblade
Specialty: Anti-Mage Assassin
Level: 1,022
She once slaughtered an entire mage battalion solo using a nullstone blade that erases spells mid-cast.
Behind her, a monstrous brute dragged chains behind him. His body was a temple of muscle wrapped in cracked monk robes, his bare hands ending in jagged claws of stone.
Name: Rakar the Hollow Monk
Title: Bonebreaker
Specialty: Curse Amplification, Raw Physical Destruction
Level: 1,038
It's said he once hugged a divine paladin… and left nothing but dust and armor.
Floating just above the ground came a pale, humming youth with stitched lips and parasitic tendrils writhing from his back.
Name: Lune the Choirless
Title: The Forgotten Hymn
Specialty: Mental Corruption, Song Magic
Level: 999
He sings a lullaby that can make even generals fall into a coma—or madness.
Next, two figures walked in perfect synch—twins wearing mirror-matched armor, one white, one black. They never released each other's hands.
Names: Salem & Solene
Title: Gemini Calamity
Specialty: Dimensional Rift Manipulation
Level: 1,015 (each)
When they fight together, gravity, distance, and time cease to function normally.
The sixth presence was hardly visible. Just a scent of withered lilies and a creeping sense of dread.
Name: The Moth
Title: Oblivion's Whisper
Specialty: Soul Inversion
Level: 1,004
She speaks backwards, and things forget what they are—until they crumble.
And the last… was a juggernaut of obsidian armor, glowing cracks across his limbs. His aura alone made the chamber tremble.
Name: Amon-Raeth
Title: The Godflayer
Specialty: Divine Slayer, Energy Overload
Level: 1,100
He was designed to end gods—and he hasn't had the chance to fight one in centuries.
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Scene: Demon Lord Xandros' Throne Room
He stood at his massive balcony, watching the night sky blaze with the aftershocks of Smashhold Eleven's destruction.
"Those three…" he muttered.
Then scowled.
"Tch, Kieth Deyviel Martin. Even when you're not around, you're still giving us problems. Why your remaining summons!"
He turned as the seven figures entered.
"The world thinks the Demon Kings are the limit. But you… you're proof I still have cards to play."
He raised his hand, voice cold.
"Go. Hunt. Tear the legends apart. Let the world know that Unit Zero walks again."
The Claws turned and marched wordlessly. Silent weapons of war.
Xandros narrowed his eyes toward the east.
"And if those 'heroes' survive… I'll kill them myself."
The massive golden gates creaked open. Josh, Cane, and Vismond limped into the chamber, all covered in soot, blood, and... what looked suspiciously like lava tar. Another stronghold has taken down and Goddess lycana inst happy .
Goddess Lycana, radiant and stern, stood at the center of a semicircle of divine generals, each cloaked in celestial light.
The silence was heavy.
Josh saluted with a sheepish grin. "So… we blew up Smashhold twelve"
The chamber remained quiet.
Vismond added coolly, "Minimal casualties… on our side."
Cane raised a fist. "And we got a really cool axe from the boss demon! Wanna see?!"
A golden axe embedded itself in the floor right at Cane's feet.
General Ryse, the War Sentinel, barked, "You destroyed three mountain ridges, disrupted five ley lines, and caused a continental tremor that reached the capital! That was supposed to be a surgical strike!"
Josh held up his hands. "Technically, it was surgery. We removed the tumor. It just... happened to explode."
Lycana massaged her temples. "You're heroes, not cataclysmic events. This was reckless, undisciplined—"
Then her voice softened, just slightly.
"—and undeniably effective."
The divine generals grumbled, but a few cracked smiles.
Lycana gave a sigh and finally smiled. "Well done. Just… less chaos next time."
Josh smirked. "No promises."
As the trio relaxed, laughing and bickering, a cold chill swept the chamber.
The divine orb that hovered at the center of the war table flickered violently. Its surface twisted into static and darkness.
Ryse stood at once. "Something's wrong with the scrying field—"
The orb blinked and cleared.
Seven blurred figures walked through smoke and fire.
Every step they took made the divine wardstone quiver.
An ethereal voice crackled through the orb's echo:
"Target marked. Coordinates confirmed. Commencing purge."
Lycana's face paled. "...That voice. That aura—"
Josh turned serious, eyes narrowing. "What is that?"
She looked at him grimly.
"Unit Zero. Obsidian Claw. Demon Lord Xandros just moved his elite unit… the ones we locked away eons ago."
Cane tilted his head. "Sounds fun."
Vismond didn't speak. His fingers were already on his blades.
Lycana clenched her fist. "You three just painted a massive target on your backs. They're not just strong. They're... unkillable monsters made to break chosen ones."
Josh looked at the flickering images again. The seven walked in perfect rhythm. Like a nightmare waking up.
He tightened his grip on his sword.
"Then we hit them first."
The Gundam stood hunched, half-collapsed beside the fountain of blessings. Its armor was scorched, a leg missing, and its cockpit sparked wildly with every shift of wind. The smell of burnt mana and demon blood clung to it like smoke.
Cane tapped its bent knee. "Poor baby. You did good."
Josh folded his arms. "No way we're piloting that thing again. Not unless we want to explode mid-air."
Vismond crouched beside a cracked energy conduit. "She's finished—for now."
Just then, a radiant light shimmered above them. Wings of gold and silver unfurled with holy grace as Goddess Lycana descended, expression caught between divine beauty and parental rage.
"You three…"
Josh straightened up instinctively. "Goddess Lycana, we—"
"Don't." she raised a finger, voice sharp and glowing with restrained fury. "You turned half a mountain range into rubble. You toppled a demon stronghold on accident. And now someone told me you used the Gundam's core cannon to cook meat during a break?"
Cane raised a hand. "In our defense… it was a really good steak."
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I should demote you all to holy janitors."
"But you won't," Vismond replied calmly.
Lycana glared, then chuckled under her breath. "Tch. Unfortunately, the world needs lunatics like you."
She turned toward the Gundam, placing both hands gently on its ruined chest plate. Her voice grew melodic—chanting an ancient tongue of restoration.
A column of divine light engulfed the machine. Screeching metal healed. Burnt circuits rewove. The air pulsed with resurrection magic not seen in centuries.
"I'll fix this," she said firmly, still chanting, "but don't use it like madmen. It'll take at least an hour or two before it's operational."
Josh gave a small bow. "Understood."
"Then buy me that time," she said without looking back. "Because what's coming… even gods don't underestimate."
The storm was already here.
From the mist stepped Unit Zero, their steps warping the ground beneath them.
Josh, Vismond, and Cane stood at the forefront—no Gundam, no divine machines—just flesh, skill, and raw battle spirit.
Josh cracked his neck, sword glowing faintly with suppressed power. "Guess it's just us."
Cane rolled his shoulders, fists wrapped in enchanted gauntlets. "Back to the classics."
Vismond adjusted his cloak, eyes never leaving the advancing Claw. "A thousand levels of murder walking our way…"
The air screamed as Shara, the Blade Womb, lunged forward, swords sprouting from her limbs in rapid bursts.
Josh met her mid-leap, blades clashing in a violent flare.
Aeva's banshee shriek shook the sky—Cane covered his ears, pushed through it, and slammed into her with a devastating uppercut that cracked the clouds.
Vismond vanished—only to reappear behind Ruzan, daggers already plunging toward his spine.
It was chaos.
Steel met shadow. Roars met silence. Even the ground seemed to retreat beneath the ferocity of their battle.
The Gundam, still glowing under restoration, stood untouched behind them—silent, watching.
Because this time, the fate of the capital would be decided by their own hands.
The sky bled twilight. Winds howled as the two forces collided—flesh, steel, and fury in motion.
Josh moved first—dashing low, boots breaking the earth. His blade, Virtus, ignited with divine fire as he clashed with Shara, the Blade Womb. Her limbs burst open, hurling out curved swords like bone shrapnel.
Josh spun, slashing three aside, but the fourth scraped his shoulder.
He growled. Too close.
He stepped in, parried her next arm-blade, then slammed his elbow into her jaw. Sparks flew. She stumbled, but recovered with a feral spin, flinging twin swords toward his midsection.
Josh crossed his blade to deflect one—CLANG!—and used the momentum to vault over her, flipping mid-air and landing a reverse slash across her back.
Blood sprayed.
"Sloppy," he muttered.
Shara hissed. "You bleed like a man. I bleed like a weapon."
Behind them, the ground exploded as Cane rocketed into Aeva the Shriek with a flying knee.
Her banshee scream pulsed through the air, forcing birds from the sky.
Cane clenched his jaw, tanking the mental assault. "You scream a lot for someone so easy to punch!"
He slammed a right hook into her temple, followed with a ground-pound that cratered the field.
Aeva spun backward, hair writhing like cursed vines, eyes glowing abyssal red. She snapped her fingers—and the air around them fractured, summoning a dome of amplified screams.
Cane dropped to one knee, blood leaking from his ears.
"I said…" He roared, forcing his mana to his fists. "SHUT UP!"
He leapt, driving his glowing gauntlets into the dome's core. It shattered like glass. Aeva reeled as a punch hit her solar plexus with a BOOM like thunder, lifting her off the ground.
Meanwhile—Vismond had vanished into smoke.
Ruzan, the Bone Sentinel, scanned the field with his four eyes.
"I know you're behind me."
"You always do," Vismond's voice whispered—right before he kicked off Ruzan's spine, landing a twin-dagger cross slash across his armored ribs.
Ruzan turned, launching a bone lance.
Vismond ducked, flipped over the next strike, and kicked Ruzan's jaw upward, launching him into the air. As he soared, Vismond teleported into the sky, spinning—
"Let me give you a hand down."
—and axe-kicked him from above.
Ruzan crashed into the earth like a meteor.
Cane caught sight of this mid-punch. "He's stealing all the cool moves again!"
"You snooze, you bruise," Vismond called.
But it wasn't over.
From the shadows behind them, Zirach the Hollow, the silent fourth Claw, materialized. No aura. No warning. A living void.
Josh barely caught it. "VISMOND, BEHIND—!"
Too late.
Zirach punched through Vismond's illusion, realizing mid-strike it was a clone. But it bought just enough time.
The real Vismond emerged from the shadow under Zirach's arm, dagger drawn upward in a snap jab.
SHINK!
Zirach hissed as the blade pierced his side—but retaliated with a backhand that sent Vismond flying.
Josh leapt to intercept, catching his friend mid-air and flipping to safety.
"You good?"
Vismond coughed blood, then smiled. "Could be worse."
Suddenly—
A giant scythe slashed the air between them.
Shara was back, her arm morphed into a wicked glaive. Josh blocked, but the force launched him backward.
Cane rolled next to them, bruised but grinning. "We done with foreplay?"
Josh rose, eyes blazing with white fire. "Yeah."
He stabbed his blade into the earth. "Let's go all in."
Heaven Sigil: Fifth Form—VALIANT ARC!
A massive shockwave of golden energy erupted from his feet, creating a holy seal beneath them. The land turned white-gold.
Cane cracked his knuckles. "Guess I'll go Divine Rampage Mode."
Muscles bulged. Mana flared. His aura turned red-hot.
Vismond disappeared again, reappearing atop a cliff. "I'll paint the field in shadows."
The three of them faced down the Claws—battle-worn, bLeeding, grinning.
Four near-Demon King enemies.
Three walking disasters.
And one battlefield on the brink of collapse.
The final clash—was just beginning.
The battlefield cracked and splintered, ash swirling like snow.
The four Claws stood their ground.
Josh, Cane, and Vismond—each took a step forward.
And without a word…
They split.
—Josh vs. Shara the Blade Womb—
The two vanished in a blur, meeting in the middle with a clang that shook the sky. Shara's arm-blades flared out, six in total now, spinning like a bladed fan.
Josh twisted, parried, sidestepped a gut stab, then launched a riposte that split one of her blades in half.
"You're not the first sword freak I've fought," he muttered.
"But I will be the last," she snarled—and lunged, the blades reforming mid-swing.
Josh leaned into it. "Bring it."
—Cane vs. Aeva the Shriek—
Aeva floated above the field, her mouth open in a silent scream. Waves of kinetic pressure bombarded Cane from all sides.
He braced, planting his foot, eyes wild. "You fight with your voice. Cute. I fight with my FISTS."
He leapt—mana blasting from his legs—spiraling through her scream. The shockwaves tore his shirt and blood sprayed from his ears, but he pushed through.
He drove a left straight into her stomach. Aeva choked on her own breath.
She retaliated, shrieking point-blank.
Cane grinned through the pain, eyes fierce. "You're gonna have to scream louder than that!"
—Vismond vs. Ruzan the Bone Sentinel—
They circled in silence, the cold wind between them.
Ruzan hurled a razor-rib spear. Vismond vanished. Reappeared behind him—stabbed.
The blade clanged against enchanted bone.
"You'll need more than tricks," Ruzan growled, spinning with a rib-axe.
Vismond leaned back, dodged by inches, and cut a tendon in Ruzan's knee.
"I've got more than tricks," Vismond whispered. "I have patience."
He disappeared again into smoke, setting traps around Ruzan's feet.
One step—and boom. Exploding shadow mines went off.
—And watching all this—
Perched atop a jagged spire, Zirach the Hollow watched. Silent. Still. Empty eyes locked onto the battlefield.
His lips moved faintly. "…Almost ready."
And from across the horizon, someone else was watching.
The Demon Lord.
His silhouette loomed inside a colossal throne of blackstone. Flames surrounded him. He leaned forward slightly, eyes burning.
"Not bad," he whispered.
"Let's see how long you last when I send the real ones."
—
Back on the battlefield—
The fights raged. Blood spilled. Steel sang.
Josh locked blades with Shara.
Cane tackled Aeva mid-air, spiraling into the dirt.
Vismond danced between bone spears, faster than shadows.
But just as Josh was about to land the finishing blow—
A deafening boom shook the plains.
All of them turned.
Zirach was gone.
And from behind the shattered cliffs, a dark figure emerged.
Twice as tall. Four arms. A corrupted crown of horns.
The real fight…
Had just begun.
To be continued...