At the Deus Ex Machina, the Major gathers his forces. In the aftermath of the Eagle's destruction, the Major was one step closer to the war he so craved. As the rows of Millennium soldiers saluted the Major, the Major addressed them.
Major: My friends, it has often been said that I like war. My friends, I like war...no. I love war. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon Remnant. I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger acht acht (88) to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank, only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells.....
The Major pauses the as smiles. The Doctor, Schrödinger and Zorin Blitz watched as the Major addressed his forces when his tone softens.
Major: I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my forces are ravaged by an Atlesian armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their women and children being raped and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the Vale and Mistralian war machines. The humiliation as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the jagdbombers flying overhead.
As the Major says this, he pauses once more as he reflects on all that has happened. Everything that has happened has led up to this point. It brought the biggest smile to the Major's face as decades of planning has led him to this crucial moment.
Major: Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron and lightning and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this world!?
Millennium Soldiers: Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg, krieg, krieg!
As the Millennium soldiers chanted the word, the Major's smile grows. He raises his hand, gesturing all the Millennium soldiers to fall silent.
Major: Very well. Then krieg is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us with our might. But after enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient. We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history has ever known! We are but a single battalion... The remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy.
Millennium Soldiers: IT'S REMNANT! WE SEE THE LIGHT OF REMNANT!
Major: Our Kampfgruppe of one thousand vampires is going to burn this world down to ash. Yes, my friends! Soon, Remnant's charred remains will illuminate the night sky! I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war!
Millennium Soldiers: Major! Sturmbannführer! Battalion commander! Major! Sturmbannführer! Battalion commander!
The cheers of the Millennium soldiers made the Major's smile even bigger. He knew that they would give him the war he craved.
Major: At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill. Attention, all soldiers of the Millennium Battalion! This is a message from your commander. Friends... let's bring them hell.
With that message, the Millennium soldiers were ready for war. They were ready to give the war that the Major desired. As Millennium set their sights on Atlas, the shadow of war loomed across all of Remnant.
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