VOLUME 11 Chapter 9

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Watching over a large frozen lake on top of a mountain range with clear white bubbles inside of it. A General wearing a green long military trench coat breathes out as his breath becomes visible. Harsh wind blows past him, throwing bits of snow as a soldier runs up to him.

"Sir!"

"What did they say? Can we unfreeze this now?"

"Sir?"

"This reservoir. We need to unfreeze it now and start refining the gas. The reports from Jackson... It scares me. If this is what they can bring out only after a few days of fighting, imagine in half a month... This destroys every calculation we have on how long we will be able to last. They seriously hadn't said anything yet?"

"Well sir... Something more urgent came..."

"What?"

"The Kingdom's Alliance just got buzzed. Avaria activated the long range communications magic of theirs and requested for a Hero to come... to Zavalda's exact coordinates."

The lone General didn't flinch nor move at the news. As a pair of Chinooks sling loading container vans flies on the horizon of the cold grayish clouds. The peaks of the mountains surrounding them and the harsh snow clouding the color of the heavy lift helicopters, only their beacons and shape being made out from the harrowing gust.

"Leave it be. We might be targeting the Heroes, but that's only because they've been a little tick that's been annoying us. Right now, we might be able to use them on our own. We have more dire things to do anyway, like the need to prepare further."

"And General Jackson and Yamaoka, sir?"

"Let them do as they wish. They have their orders, I know they won't back down that easily. I approved the sending of the two Dragon Gods in our arsenal for the sake of this. They also have three other army corps coming to save them. They'll pull through. Jackson most of all, he has a record back on Earth."

"Sir yes sir... Oh, and the President of Men of the Woods is calling for you sir."

"What is it now?"

"Something about the fall back plan, sir."

"Ah, looks like he also saw the reports and got the same shivers as I did. Alright, I'll be gone for a while General Gears. Be sure to keep a watchful eye on the Kingdoms."

"Yes sir... and High Admiral Footman will be delayed in there combat mission to Schon, the Armada is currently on Zavalda."

"I already know. See you later Gears."

"Yes sir."

"Goddamnit!" General Jackson looked out the window of the Downtown Police Station and the Demon Knight Army was already upon them. The artillery and guided precision bombs raining down on their location were being detonated way before contact and aircraft that'd try to get close always got shot down before they could do any meaningful damage. Far behind the advancing Knight army, banners with strange logos on them were lifted on the long trusting poles. The boney Dragons of the Underworld Army crawling on top of the roofs and burning down the players trying to hide behind cover.

A reserve T-90M arrives, firing its cannon. The APFSDS shell merely creates a hole which gets plugged up by reserve tower shielders immediately. Even using its Coax and commander machine gun, the rounds were flinging off what their sending down range. "LOAD HE!" another round was fired, this time creating a huge explosion. The large gap was opened and the players took advantage of this, firing their weapons only for the plate armor worn by the Demons to absorb each bullet. Though the ones getting hit by larger calibers were struggling to get up, a section of the shield wall opens and a squadron of Knights wielding Great Bows loaded with a piercing silvery spear as their munition fires.

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