The Motherland In Another World | Summoning Soviet Union

Chapter 62 : Side Story - Forgotten World (End)

High above the skies of Esperanto

The two foremost Su-34M fighters flew straight towards the incoming Azhdahak, but the pilots felt something disturbing about the otherworldly size of the monster

Basisty: With something as fantastical looking as this dragon, it should be able to shoot out fireballs, yeah Sergey Vladimirovich?

Bulykin: Yeah If it were perhaps a gold color, maybe it can even unleash a tractor beam of light. Still-Ah, Blyat. It's coming up!

Magic square-like discs appeared in front of the snouts of all of its three heads and lined up in a single line. The discs then grew bigger bit by bit as they appeared before finally engulfing the Su-34Ms within its grasp. As soon as the Su-34Ms immediately rolled out of the discs, the Azhdahak's attack kicked into motion

Bam... Crack!!!

Inside the discs, shockwaves radiated outwards from the line created, shaving off and annihilating the clouds that were unfortunate to be inside.

Basisty: What the hell was that?!

It was a space-snapping attack and its ultra-powerful after effects. Had the Su-34Ms remained inside the discs, they would have been ripped apart and flattened into sheets. Recognizing the dragon as an undoubtedly dangerous creature, the two Su-34M quickly dropped their KAB-1500L bombs on its heads.

Basisty: Bombs away!

They waited to see how things panned out. Two bombs managed to hit it, wounding the root of the necks and its back but they were hardly fatal to the dragon. Dropping their remaining six bombs and managing to score 6 out of 6, a cloud of smoke left over from the bombs engulfed it

"Graaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

The bombing resulted in one of the Azhdahak's heads and wings coming off, causing it to fall onto the mountains below

The dragon of evil, the one which lords over suffering, was bellowing in anguish. Bright red, lava-like fluids gushed out of the wounds, giving off a rather painful appearance. It continued to writhe in pain on the slopes of the mountain, rolling in exhaustion on the surface

Bulykin: All that for one head? This thing's a pain in the ass!

Basisty: Yeah. We came here loaded for a strike package and can only brought two R-77-1s each, so we can't afford to put them to waste... Wait!!!

Ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton...

Just as they thought they saw the fallen head turned to dust, they witnessed a new one growing out of the stump where it was cut off by the bombs. Like watching some sort of wicked time lapse, its muscle fibers quickly grew and stretched like a growing tree. Its ripped wing was also slowly starting to grow back. Finally, as if nothing had happened, it wriggled its fully regenerated body before taking off to the skies on towards Esperanto

Dubykin: What in the literal Blyat?!

Berzhin: Shit! This ain't good! Let's try attacking it with our R-77-1s! Sokol-2!

Berzhin's subordinate launched a R-77-1 air-to-air guided missile with him following suit

Boom! Boom!

Another one of its heads came off as the missiles that pierced its body blew up inside its torso, shaving off much of its body in the process. Even then, it grew its body parts back as if nothing had happened. As soon as it opened its eyes, the Azhdahak once more unleashed its attack from all three fully regenerated heads. This time, the mountains served to obstruct the attack, causing parts of the enormous slopes to get annihilated in ear-piercing shockwaves