Army of the Damned

VOLUME 6 Prologue Part 2

Just as he finished his sentence, his instincts made his hand move his sword. Parrying a gust of wind that was powerful enough to send him flying from the top of his armored horse. Bahamut had already opened her wings, making her hover while her Master was thrown fifty meters from his horse and the teleporter.

"Now, small beast!" John's enchanted arrow strikes his armor. But the old man looks at it and sees it didn't make a dent but its tip embedded itself on his chest plate. "I have no qualms with you Archer! I merely wish for the winged beast!" Treala then fires her own steel tipped arrow, it merely pings off his armor. "As if we'll give you Bahamut!" her defiant voice rings out and Paul rushes past them and swings his sword. Sending a wave of deadly violet fire which the old man snuffs out with his long cape.

"No wonder you were all wiped out, powerful. But your neutrality shall be your downfall. Good at everything, excellent at nothing."

The wrinkled old man swings his sword, parting the skies and sending rays of crimson bolts at them. The two Knights quickly materialize their shields and it tanks the shots. But Paul, who was on the ground, is buried through the hips from how powerful it was. Bahamut, who was diving down in her largest form, crashes on the ground below them, sending a gigantic earthquake that even throws the Demon General to the ground.

"By... by the Gods!"

From the billowing dust appeared her head. Bahamut's face alone was bigger than ⅓ of their formation. Opening her mouth, she fires a massive blue laser beam. The old man with his tower shield jumps high and blocks it from absolutely destroying his forces. But came at the cost of him being sent kilometers away while the Dark Elves started using magic. Fireballs, Lightning Bolts, Spells and Curses were being hurled at Bahamut's face. But her scales made it seem that they were throwing air at the gigantic beast.

A Dark Elf woman with a Rapier hops on the other side, dashing past the Death Knights that was trying to fix the teleporter so that they may return. The valiant woman who was only wearing leather armor tried to slash the chin of Bahamut. But before she could get close, Paul grabs her legs and with his suits buffs, sends her flying back to their lines.

"John! They're trying to overwhelm Bahamut!"

"Keep them at bay! This teleporter needs to cool down!"

With his Greatsword in hand, he starts slashing at the Dark Elves trying to get closer as Bahamut's laser beam devastates their backlines. Not even the giant ogres in full suits of Knight armor were able to stop her. Melting everything that came in contact in her breath.

"Frorr Dre Depus 'ftte Rah korre! Harr ma' ror!"

John and Paul's eyes widened as their very souls trembled. Hearing the old ancient dragon language being spoken with a Divine and Motherly voice. The ancient spell lights up a massive portion of the Demon Army, but their tenacity was on another level as the backlines with ladders reached the chasm and started to drop it so that their soldiers may cross over, even with hundreds of their brothers burning in a blue fire. They kept shooting with everything they got at the giant dragon. Paul and Treala were already on it, the High Wood Elf woman was firing arrows at anyone trying to drop a ladder while Paul was kicking it down into the chasm.

Out of nowhere, the Demon General arrives at the frontline, the old man was so fast that he was able to jump through the chasm without a horse and jumped again, reaching a hundred meters and dropping on top of Bahamut's snout where he starts using his sword to try to chip through the Dragon God's scales. Telekinesis was ineffective against the old man, forcing Bahamut to spread her massive wings; its wingspan was so large the tip was past the Army's reach.

Seeing this, John grabs Treala and with his sword, embeds it into the ground while Paul with two hands sinks his sword into the soil. Slowly, Bahamut starts flapping her wings, sending thousands of Demon troops flying while the smarter Dark Elves and Demon Knights use wind magic to prevent them from being blown away by her immense downwash. Soon, the Dragon God was flying, turning its head from left to right and even erratically maneuvering, trying to make the Demon General fall from the top of her snout.