Army of the Damned

VOLUME 8 Chapter 8

Radio static comes and a voice of a raspy British man comes through.

"Yeah, that bloody ... is in command, we might have to move the Challengers far from here, those Black Eagles and Leopard Revolutions are messy business since they always have drones accompanying them!"

A French man who was cutting up replies with a strained voice.

"They also have Armata's! Armata's spotted! BN*^&*BJGA@#% OUCH! My arm! Get out of here immediately! He is &^&%VBgHG US!"

"Wait! Do not push! If you push, you're only weakening the sides for that ... Dog!"

"Merde! The Hunter has had us! We got immobilized!"

An Asian man wearing an Exoskeleton and woodland ACUs inside a tank turns the dial on his captured Radio. Hearing the chaos as the autoloader of his tank slides another shell in.

"STINGRAY! DO YOU COPY?"

"Looks like... the Vietnamese and Indonesians actually did it. No air support for them." he then switches to their own UHF radio and takes the mic. "Move up Third Brigade and have them flank them, I want those Leopards and T-Nineties raining shells on their sides. Go!"

A thunk then comes and the driver immediately rolls the tank backwards as a Mortar explodes to where it was before. He then awakens inside the Minuit carriage, returning from the Theater show, the ride is silent as the General just emptily stares at the outside. Shocked that he is remembering such times once again.

With his head resting on his palm and Bahamut's head leaning into his right shoulder, the pale woman sleeps soundly and eases the tensed up man as she snored lightly. "Hm, at this angle. You look like a normal human. Not a Dragon or a God." he then looked around and could see Elizabeth was sneaking stares at him. Seeing that he was staring at Bahamut, he immediately starts thinking to himself.

"That story of King Charles... uhm... wow." the man sighs as he rearranges his posture. "Did the King's story actually happen?"

"Yes My Lord. That happened in the battle of Highland Reds near the former border of the Dark Elves' Kingdom or what was left of it. It was a decisive battle that pivoted the Allied Kingdoms opinion on continuing a war against the vampires; even the Twelve Gods Diocese saw the painting on the wall and pulled their support and the Holy See backed out their priests and Bishops from the frontlines."

"I can never become like that, after the battle of Ankara. I just felt a bit of glory but that wasn't from the victory but from the fact that I survived and lived to tell the tale... after that, we never pushed again as we were all tired and High Command kept saying we'd be in Romania by December. But wow... to lead Knights in battle and win against overwhelming odds while your Queen boosted the morale of your men. Amazing."

"My Lord, you're reverting back to your old self again. Let me remind you that you did just the same and even better, as you do not have the power of a primordial vampire but a fragile human."

The man looks down, visibly thinking about the story he was told. Still unable to grasp such a battle and how it would've gone down in person.

"And that's just one battle right? Man... I never felt that. Was it because I was fighting for a wrong cause? Or was it because-"

"Let me stop you right there My Lord. You did what you had to do right? Regardless of cause, you fought and are still fighting to this day. Don't let those stories cloud the fact that you survived against me and the Countess, tamed Bahamut and became our Lord and Master. You ought to be more proud of your own achievements and be ostentatious with your history and background."