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rained missiles, smart munitions, gravity bombs, and artillery-caliber shells toward the enemy.
    One of Voggoth’s hovering coral-red platforms shattered in the fury of the storm. A Chariot flyer suffered a direct hit, spewed smoke, then fell like a rock and rolled down a mountainside. An uncountable number of formerly-human monks disintegrated in the fire.
    But still they came, pouring through the pass.
    A terrible noise arose from the lead Leviathan: a sound like an air raid siren building louder and louder as it swallowed air from the sky. The turbulence from the vortex shook the Phillipan side to side but she did not retreat. Instead, the energy banks of the ship’s main batteries raced to beat the Leviathan to firing power.
    The monstrosity ceased pulling in its deadly wind and began to stoop to obliterate the retreating rows of armor and vehicles.
    The Phillipan fired again, this time at lower power but practically into the maw of the stooping beast. The blasts of energy tore at the monster’s top half and—through good fortune or great aim—severed several key tendons on the towering beast’s frame. The air pressure building to lethal force inside the monster worked against it. An explosion of air followed the explosion of the Phillipan’s attack, detonating long before Voggoth’s pet could aim at the fleeing humans.
    Instead, the wind radiated out at a higher altitude, blasting into the Phillipan at less than supersonic speeds but at a force to be envied by hurricanes.
    Hull plates already damaged from the bombardment of Spooks tore away; the cracked hangar doors ripped apart; radar and communications antennas atop the tower broke like matchsticks; and the entire dreadnought spun around 180 degrees and listed like a ship on stormy waters.
    The badly wounded Leviathan wobbled like a drunken buffoon. A flight of missiles launched from the airship’s underside raced on plumes of smoky fire across the sky and into the bleeding belly of the foe. Explosions that otherwise could not harm the thick hide of the Leviathan aggravated the grievous tear across its body.
    Another deluge of ‘Spooks’ hurried to the rescue, smashing into the tower section of the dreadnought with one hitting the closed blast screens of the bridge’s observation windows. The impact sent a wave of heat through the brain of the ship.
    The ‘belly boppers’ remained fully operational and from them came the knockout punch. The blasts hammered the Leviathan one last time.
    It stumbled then fell as it died the death of an imploding skyscraper. Hundreds of lesser minions died beneath the collapsing weight. An earthquake rattled Colorado and the beast came to rest not far from the fallen body of the first mighty Leviathan.
    The third giant came to a halt in the mountain pass, hesitant to face the floating city blocking the path. Around its monstrous feet raced forward thousands more of Voggoth’s legions. More spider sentries. More Chariot aircraft. More hovering gun platforms. More ogres and monks and other things born from nightmares.
    The Phillipan held.
     
    When the mission had first begun, General Rhodes felt the tight confines of the mountain road seemed a hidden passage toward the enemy’s exposed underbelly. Now those high rocky walls that kept most of the afternoon daylight away felt more a trap.
    The majority of his force stretched behind him in rows of infantry and light vehicles, a half-mile snake of humanity. At the head of that snake chaos ruled. Infantry darted between fallen boulders as well as the ditches and depressions to either side of the highway. Those soldiers dodged rapid-fire pellets coming from a handful of advancing Spider Sentries.
    A trio of Humvees moved to support the human soldiers, one launching a TOW missile that obliterated an enemy into a gob of goo.
    Several K9s moved around the battlefield accompanied by military handlers. The dogs sniffed and barked as they searched for bouncer mines. Voggoth had draped