Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 24: Firing the HIMARS
Marcus lowered the tablet slightly and looked up at the clearing around him. The trees boxed the area in, but there was enough open sky above for a launch system to fire without obstruction. The ground was firm, no loose mud, no slope that would affect stability. It would hold the weight.
He moved a few steps forward and cleared a space with his boot, pushing aside loose branches and stones. Then he opened his system interface.
"HIMARS."
The selection was immediate.
He confirmed the purchase.
A second later, the M142 HIMARS materialized in front of him.
The six-wheeled chassis settled onto the ground with a heavy thud. Suspension compressed slightly, stabilizing under its own weight. The launcher pod was already mounted at the rear, angled slightly upward in its travel position. The vehicle looked out of place in the forest, clean metal and sharp lines against dirt and trees.
Marcus walked around it once.
No visible damage. No missing components.
Standard configuration.
One launcher pod installed.
Six GMLRS rockets loaded.
He climbed up into the cab and pulled the door shut behind him. The interior lit up as the system powered on, displays flickering to life across the dashboard.
Engine status—green.
Navigation—active.
Fire control—standby.
Marcus placed his hands on the controls and let the system settle.
He didn’t rush.
The procedure ran through his head, not as memory, but as something already understood.
He engaged the power fully. The engine came alive with a low, steady vibration.
He checked the launcher status.
Pod locked.
Elevation system—responsive.
Traverse—available.
He switched to fire control.
The interface changed, replacing vehicle diagnostics with targeting data. The coordinates he had marked earlier were still present on the screen.
Target grid—17S QL 49688 80145.
Range—2.64 kilometers.
Bearing—041 degrees.
He keyed the data into the system manually to confirm.
Next step—launcher alignment.
Marcus released the transport lock.
A solid mechanical click sounded from behind the cab as the launcher pod disengaged from its locked position. He activated the traverse control and rotated the launcher slowly to the right.
034... 036... 038...
He stopped at 041.
Locked.
Then elevation. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
The launcher lifted, hydraulic arms extending as the pod angled upward. The system calculated the required elevation automatically based on distance and target altitude.
He watched the numbers settle.
Elevation—confirmed.
He engaged stabilization.
The vehicle adjusted slightly, suspension compensating to keep the launcher steady. No outriggers on this platform, but the system handled it through weight distribution and brake lock.
Marcus checked the drone feed one more time.
The wyverns were still clustered, unaware of what’s about to happen.
He returned to the fire control panel.
Guidance mode—GPS/INS.
No need for laser designation. No need for continuous tracking.
He selected ripple fire.
Six rockets.
Sequential launch.
Tight interval.
He didn’t want gaps.
He wanted overlap on impact.
He hovered his finger over the execute command for a second, then tightened his grip slightly.
"Let’s end this."
He pressed it.
He returned to the fire control panel.
Guidance mode—GPS/INS.
No need for laser designation. No need for continuous tracking.
He selected ripple fire.
Six rockets.
Sequential launch.
Tight interval.
He didn’t want gaps.
He wanted overlap on impact.
He hovered his finger over the execute command for a second, then tightened his grip slightly.
"Let’s end this."
He pressed it.
He then watched the footage of the wyverns via drone.
Then the first rocket appeared.
A fast-moving point from above, barely visible for a fraction of a second before impact.
The strike landed just at the lip of the overhang.
A sharp flash.
Then the detonation followed.
The blast punched into the rock face and rolled inward, fire and pressure forced into the confined space beneath the overhang. The shockwave hit the clustered wyverns at once. Bodies lifted, slammed against stone, wings tearing as the confined blast amplified inside the pocket.
The second rocket hit before the smoke cleared.
Lower.
Deeper into the cluster.
Another detonation stacked on the first, expanding the blast zone outward. Fragments of rock and flesh were thrown into the air, scattering across the cliff face.
The third came half a second later.
Impact shifted slightly to the right, catching those trying to move away from the first two strikes. The explosion broke what formation remained, bodies tumbling off the ledges, some falling outright into the forest below.
On the screen, heat signatures spiked.
Then fragmented.
The fourth rocket followed.
This time it struck the upper ledge above the overhang. The explosion collapsed part of the rock shelf, sending debris crashing down onto what remained of the nest below. The overhang itself cracked, a section breaking loose and dropping into the blast zone.
The fifth and sixth came in quick succession.
One hit just outside the nest entrance, catching any that had managed to get airborne. The last drove directly into the center of the remaining mass, overlapping the previous detonations.
Six impacts.
The drone feed shook slightly as the final explosion rolled through the ridge. Dust and smoke surged outward, covering the entire section of cliff in a thick cloud. Thermal imaging flared bright, then began to fade as the heat dissipated.
Marcus didn’t move.
He kept his eyes on the screen.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but smoke.
Then shapes started to fall through it.
Fragments first.
Then larger pieces.
One full body dropped from the edge of the cliff, wings torn, spinning as it fell into the trees below. Another followed, hitting the slope and sliding out of sight.
Marcus switched to thermal again.
The screen shifted.
Where there had been over twenty distinct heat signatures before, now there were scattered hotspots with no clear pattern. Some flickered weakly, then dimmed.
Most were gone.
He zoomed in on the overhang.
The structure itself had partially collapsed. The ledges where the wyverns had perched were broken, sections missing, the nest area caved in from repeated impacts.
He held the camera there for a few more seconds. And there were no movements.
"That should do it."
