As the Vampires went through his house like a whirlwind of curiosity, Jackson sat on the sofa. His mind deep in thought as he stared at the wooden floorboards. “A Demon General… just how the hell are we going to kill one?” he speaks out to himself as the clacks of the heels of the two Vampires echo through his halls and corridors.

  After a few minutes, the man just fell into a slumber as he put his arm over his eyes, taking in the sweet softness of his beloved sofa.

  Bahamut walks into the house through the hole on the door meant for pets. Inside, the two Vampires were merrily opening every cabinet and drawer they could find. Rummaging through their Lord’s belongings with glee as Jackson was fast asleep on his sofa. Without a TV or even a radio left, the only thing left in the living room was the fireplace and the coffee table.

  Finding his food stocks and apron, Alana happily removes her gown for the white cloth with a text on it. Starting up the fire on the stove, the Dragon just sat on the entrance floor like a dog watching its owners hamper around the big house. Their heels would constantly make loud clacks as they went up and down the floors.

  Walking towards the living room, the Countess gently wakes up the tired man. “M’Lord, is this the only apron you have?” with an Apron saying “Fire Cook” with a Dragon breathing flames into a cast iron pan, Jackson nods at her but then notices the lack of clothing on her. The Vampires pale skin more exposed than usual as the sides of her busty hips popping out of the rectangular apron. “Alana, where is your gown?”

  “Ah, it’s my only pair right now, so I’d like to not get it dirty. M’Lord, do you have any meat left?” She gently lifts the apron, just above her nicely meaty thighs. Awakening the man who had to recheck what he was seeing, clearing his eyes with his hands. “You're a Vamp-... there should be meat in one of the cabinets, there’s a special box there that can create beef and pork.” Giving him a side view of her finely sexy thin body, the contours of her side view was perfect and something clicked on the tired man's head after seeing the side boob view he got. “…you know what. I definitely see your point and yea, that’s my only apron.” brushing his face with his hands. Alana gave him a smile.

  Performing another twirl, Jackson breathes a sigh of relief that she’s at least wearing some underwear unlike the other two. “It looks good on you. You're gorgeous all throughout.” with a cute giggle, the Countess walks back to the kitchen. Giving him a full nice view of her rear as Bahamut lands on his shoulders. “Master, what else should we do to the city?” not listening to her, the man just nodded his head. “Its defenses are already over the top. Do we need to do anything else…? Well, we can help with the civilian evacuation but the UN wouldn’t want to make a bigger chaos that it already is. The airport looked packed.” Bahamut, though pouts even in her Dragon form.

  “Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk about it later… just… let me think, alright.” with a bite to his ear, the Knight General snaps out of it. “Y-Yes! We’ll do a walk through the city and see if there’s any opening left. But from the looks of it, we really just need to get in tune with where certain spots are and create murder alleys and killzones. The thing is! What can we do against the Demon General?!” walking down from the second floor, Elizabeth brought with her a flower which she presented to him. “Oh, that's a Tunnel Lavender from my bedroom, me and Bahamut found long ago in a dungeon. It’s got some special properties to it, helps alot with sleep.”

  “May I keep it?” he nods. “Of course. It’s not like I use it for its actual purpose. I just go after the Well Rested Perk it gives… hah… Bahamut, the defense is the least of our problems right now." As he was about to go back into moping and thinking. The smell of bacon and beef cooking soon fills the living room, making the two’s mouths water. “Oh, My Lord. May I enter the basement?” This made him look at her and for a second, stood up and walked to a door next to the staircase. On the numbered padlock, he inserts in 090200 and an invisible shield shatters and the lock automatically releases.

  He opens the door for her and gestures. “Ladies first.” lightly lifting her gown slightly up, the Queen walks down the wooden stairs as he flips a switch and an underground armory is revealed.

  Having separate glass displays for the most rare weapons he has a categorized section for Bows, Warbows, Short Swords, Longswords, Greatswords, Special Swords to even guns and explosives. Though all of the weapons were now gone, the only things left were the plaques and names left. Elizabeth slowly walked around, her fingers floating through the cobblestone wall as she read the names of the weapons and behind the basement stairs were more areas.

  Places meant for blacksmithing and weapon maintenance, there were also mannequins that onced displayed the many rare Plate Armors he had and behind it was a wide wall for the various shields he had collected over the years. “By the God of Blood and Emotion, My Lord. Just how vast was your arsenal? I could easily arm a company of my elite with these. My Knife’s would love to see your collection in its full glory.” with a chuckle, he crossed his arms and smiled at his now empty collection. “It was pretty huge. Most of the stuff here were rare event weapons with gimmicky stats and some, able to give the user special moves and powers.”

  Sitting down on the basement staircase, he puts his hands together, breathing in and out. “Yeah… I’ve been to alotta places in my life. This collection was the best and most memorable one I got. Not really the strongest, but the stylish and best looking.” walking down the stairs was Alana, still donning only an Apron with her heels and lacey underwear. “M’Lord, Your Majesty, Bahamut. Lunch is ready.”

  Looking at the basement, the Countess’ eyes opened wide as she also began to roam around the concrete basement with electric lighting. “Woah… M’Lord, just how many weapons were stored here?” looking up for a bit, Jackson’s train of thought was interrupted by Bahamut. “Three hundred and fifty six. Master got more since he picks up every shiny weapon he finds but these ones are like… the most fancy of them all.”

  The Queen then looked at Jackson, his eyes not even locked at the alluring body of the Countess, instead staring at the tiles. “My Lord, are you this bothered with the upcoming battle?” he looks straight at her, Elizabeth, completely taken aback by the eyes of the man. It wasn’t filled with fear and his timid posture gave off the wrong idea. It’s filled with a small flame, though not yet a fiery blaze, his face spoke of a man ready to lay it all for the coming battle.

  Elizabeth then walks behind Alana and hugs her. The Queen’s long fingers tracing from her thigh up to her nipples then chin, making the Countess blush from the gentle touch of the taller blonde beauty. “My Lord, I am surprised you don’t have anything here for emergencies.” He was so busy staring that the query only got processed after a few seconds of staring. “Ah! I do have one here.” he even ignored her act as he started to scan the tiles.

  Standing up, the man walks around the wooden staircase and looks down on a part of the concrete floor. “Bahamut.” She breathes fire into it, tracing a square box with a handle which he then opens. With both his hands, he effortlessly lifts the thick concrete slab, turning it over to reveal an armored trunk.

  Grabbing its handle, he pulls it out of its perfectly shaped tomb and with a brush of his hands, he unlocks it and opens the box. Inside was black foam covering a basic fantasy longsword with a bunch of pouches full of gold coins and some high level healing potions. “Woah, M’Lord, is this meant for when you are invaded?” he chuckled as he lifted it up to reveal another layer, this time holding two chromed out Magnum Revolvers and a bunch of special bullets for it. “That’s for home invaders. The swords are for those specialty annoying players.”

  Elizabeth then grabbed the basic looking blade, surprised at how lightweight it was. “Huh, is this meant to fool those attacking you, My Lord?” he nods as he grabs the two shiny Magnum revolvers. “And these are meant to scare any genius daring enough to come after me in special armor.” he then spins the revolvers like a trained cowboy, even throwing them up and catching them and then lobbing it into his palms, exchanging the revolvers.

  He then finishes with a quick holster into his combat belt, making the two Vampires clap their hands. “Yeah… I had a lot of freetime and this body’s reflexes really help with that.” as he holsters them and returns it back into the box, Jackson begins to rub his chin. Even Alana noticed his clouded mind and looked at Elizabeth, the two seemingly communicating entire paragraphs with a mere look at each other and it ends with a blink from the Queen.

  Returning everything into order, Jackson brings the trunk up to the first floor as Alana washes some plates and utensils as Elizabeth gets to prepare their meal. As per usual, her attention to detail on the plating was mesmerizing, even though the food was just a typical roast that many would not bat an eye to how it was given to them, she still gave it an elegant flair.

  Bahamut sat tightly on the table. Being of such small size, the plate presented to her was almost twice her size and Jackson just petted her head as his food was given. “You know My Lord, since we have some time to ourselves. Why not have some fun on your bed after this meal? A warrior must be of clear mind when battle comes.” hearing this made him stop as he was about to eat the bacon. The Queen walked up to the Countess and squeezed her exposed butt and moved the apron to show her breast as she squeezed it. “Me and the Countess here will give you the show you like so much to watch while the Dragon offers you some company.”

  Blinking a bit, Jackson eats up the bacon. “...I know but I can’t. With the battle coming, I need all of my energy, Elizabeth. We’re talking about a Demon General here. Already, if a Demon Lord can wound Mars, what more with you and me? We don’t have time for this. We need to go back soon and-” the Queen then cuts him off as she leans into the table and puts her index finger on his lip. “My Lord, your clouded soul will not bring you victory. Let us share a night of warmth and lust, indulge in our desires and when the time comes, you may fight with the vigor of a thousand men.”

  “Or the vigor of a geriatric eighty year old man.” Elizabeth though just smiles. “You are so innocent at times, My Lord that I just wanna cobble you up. You are a warrior, you need a good woman every now and then. The warmth and love of a female to cleanse your darkened soul, all you’ve done is fight, eat, and sleep, My Lord. Let us bed with you and clean it.” shrugging his head, the man just sighs. “You know, we can use that time to check the city out and if any place needs additional defenses.”

  Seeing his stoic eyes, the Queen retreats back and looks at the Countess who shrugged at his in-reaction. “Haaaah… this is my problem with men who love battle more than to squeeze the body of a female.” with a long hard sigh, Jackson looks at her. “Look, it’s not like I don’t want to. But we have no idea when this Demon General might come and when he does, we need to be ready.” hearing this, Elizabeth had a smirk pop on her face. “My Lord, you know you look extremely lovely when you're thinking loudly?” This made him react almost immediately, with him holding back his smile in a vain attempt to turn it into a frown. “Oh M’Lord, to add to Her Majesty’s. You look dreamlike when you're fighting on the battlefield, not for your leaders but for us and yourself.”

  A light blush then came to him as he nudged on Bahamut. “What? Master, I am eating.” being ignored, he sighs as the Queen had a dastardly smirk on her face. “And My Lord, you were wanting to do it on the carrier. Why not now?” He then puts his back on the chair, stretching his arms. “Because we actually had time to fool around? Not like right now? Haaah… You better make this worth it.”

  The Knight General slowly nods as if it was his last, making the two Vampires giggle cutely as he constantly keeps nodding. Elizabeth notices Bahamut still eating, walking towards her. She sat down on the wooden chair behind the Dragon and touched its back. “Why are you so uptight? I know you are worried about our Lord, but if you want to help him, let us do this.”

  “I am a Dragon. I can get in the mood whenever I want.”

  “Hmmm… why not turn into your Human form? Let it flow naturally as we only have one man here and as usual, we will have to interact with one another in bed if we want to keep the mood up.”

  “Haaaahhh… My head is too busy thinking and eating. Bloodsucker, do I really need to partake in this? Master’s mind won’t get cleansed just by lust alone and with such an enemy heading towards us… I need to think. Maybe contact the Gods?”

  Jackson suddenly picked up Bahamut with food still in her mouth and cradled her gently. “Bahamut, we were roped in since the moment we got teleported to this world. I know you have your pride, but let’s not kid ourselves. Everytime we try to do things our own way, it always ends up helping the Gods in some way or another.” he then began rubbing her belly.

  “I keep telling you, don’t worry so much about me. Just because for the second time, you encountered my mortality that you became like this. C’mon, I was literally struck by a God killing arrow and I survived thanks to all of you.” giving the Dragon a kiss to the top of its head, she looks up and sighs. “You just want to have sex with all of us, Master.” with a nervous laugh and giggle, he looks at her eyes and smiles at her. “Yes, and I also want to comfort you. I’m telling you, whatever happens, I’ll live. I’ve survived so many things in life, this is just another day.”

  With a long sigh, the Dragon looks up to him then to the Vampires. “Alright, you got me.” turning into her Human form, she sat down next to him and continued to eat. “But! We need to do this fast. I agree with Master, we have very little time.” Elizabeth then sat next to her and gently laid her hand on her shoulder. “Bahamut, for something intimate like this, things must be taken slowly and no, I will make sure this won’t end up with us competing with each other. Let’s actually enjoy each other's company, yes or nay?” the Dragon stretches her arms and legs, cracking her fingers in the process. “If you don’t turn it into one.”

  “Elizabeth, I think you should just allow her to completely pacify you. Dragons want to show dominance, always.” hearing this made the Queen shrug her head. “What? No! As if I’d ever allow myself to be dominated in bed by her!” Jackson then reaches around Bahamut and touches the Vampire’s neck, making her let out a small moan. “Really?” with a light blush, the blonde started to play with her hair. “W-Well, it’s because of your touch, My Lord. It really has an effect on me like with Bahamut and Alana. We Vampire’s can adjust to the needs of those we bed with, remember?” lifting an eyebrow, he touches the Dragon on her slender neck and she lets out a small irk. “Huh, I didn’t know that… Bahamut, that is your sensitive spot?!”

  With a contented smile, Alana soon joins them on the table and eats their lunch for the day. Everyone noticed that Jackson was eating his food faster than usual and after finishing, started to jitter on his seat. Elizabeth just looked at the Countess and the two exchanged a devious smile as they soon finished up their meals.

  Putting their plates and utensils on the sink, Elizabeth softly grabbed Jackson’s hand and led him to the second floor, with her hips swaying like it was saying something, Bahamut’s chin was on his shoulder as she barged into the Master Bedroom.

  There, she slowly pushes him on the leather chair on the corner with her fingertips on his chest and in front of the bed with Alana, slowly removes the straps of her apron. Throwing out their high heels, the two Vampires cat walked to the bed as Bahamut was already in her underwear next to him and sat on his large and rock hard thighs, stroking his chest.

  It was already long after, in the early morning evening did Mars find them. Landing on the edge of the window frame, the small Red Dragon just sat by as on top of the man was Elizabeth and Bahamut, with Alana kissing him as she coughs. “Ahem.” The fourth voice caught everyone’s attention and Elizabeth kept on riding him even though Jackson was panicking since he was naked and the Countess wouldn’t stop with her tongue.

  “Ahn~ Mars, would you like to join the feast? You have such a wonderful body.” She just shrugs her head at the Queen and just gives an empty expression. “I have no desire to compete for Bahamut’s mate. I just came here to report to you that Iron Mountain has announced the total loss of Schon and the waters between… Bahamut, I never expected you to make such a face.” looking at Bahamut, the Red Dragon just gave her a grin, making the Black Dragon throw a pillow at her. “Oy, you better forget about seeing this expression on me or I will make sure you will never fly again.” hovering in place, she just gave an even more expressive smile. “I didn’t know you could make such an expression for a Dragon who was known to be devoid of anything but battle.”

  This made her stand up from Jackson’s face, letting go of Elizabeth’s hands to try to grab Mars who just flies a bit more backwards as the Dragon’s trembling legs fail on her. “Curse this Human anatomy!” on her knees, she just gave Mars the middle finger. “And General Jackson, Yamaoka would like to converse with you about an emergency escape plan he has thought up.” the man just had his entire face plush red from being seen in such a situation. “I GET IT! JUST GO! CAN’T YOU SEE I AM NAKED?!”

  Alana then replaces Bahamut’s place. Sitting on his face, preventing him from speaking further as she intertwines her fingers with Elizabeth and the two share a deep tongue kiss. “What? For a Human, you're built pretty well and have a good looking face too. I can see why those three are obsessed with you.” Bahamut flicks her finger, causing a small explosion to pop next to Mars which she dodges. “Ehehehe… look at you Bahamut. I never imagined you’d take it this far. Other Dragons with Human followers back then thought you’d forever just be an icon of battle and never much more. To think you now mingle with not only a Human but also a Vampire.”

  Trying to regain some of her leg movement, Bahamut leans her body on the window frame. “J-just so you know, Mars. Being in a Human body is more different than being a Dragons!” Elizabeth then stops kissing the Countess, her hands letting go of Alana’s breasts as she stands up and Alana with a big smile on her face takes over with Jackson’s eyes about to roll behind from the amount of pleasure he was receiving.

  Crawling on all fours, she grabs Bahamut by her chest, her fingers slipping between her thighs as she looks at Mars as her lips touch the Dragon’s long pale neck and paired it with a slow sensual lick as she bares her fangs. “We shall tend to everything upon the break of light. Begone.” Seeing the pair of sharp teeths, the Red Dragon flew away as the Queen’s work made the Black Dragon shake and tremble as her liquid dripped from between her thighs and into the floorboards.

  Holding her hands, she brought her back to the bed, Alana laid on her back as Elizabeth sat on her face and with Bahamut sitting on the Countess’ waist, she spread her legs inviting in the lone human and they continued on for the rest of the night.

  Waking up, Jackson finds himself in the center of three naked females. His member still in the heavenly insides of Alana. “Man… this might mess me up forever.” Pulling out, he proceeds to look out of the red tinted morning. “Hmmm…? M’Lord?” The Countess then turns around, removing her arm from Elizabeth’s thin waist. “Oh sorry, did I wake you up?” The teenage Vampire just had the biggest smile on her face as she raised her hand and gently placed it on his cheeks. “You know, M’Lord. I never expected I’d share a night with a Human in my entire life. Though it was common for many others and even the Nobility of the Houses, I, as a Purebred Vampire, is considered to be far above that of a Mortal’s love… even that of my own.”

  “What about me? I never expected I’d have many nights with three super beautiful women.” he looks at her and drapes the white blanket over her exposed body. “Honestly, I am kinda scared that this might forever damage my views on sex since I never did it with another Human.” the Countess’ hands then slid to his muscled thighs, rubbing it slowly. “I’m sure it won’t, M’Lord. As long as Human Love is involved, nothing can stand in its way and if it did, it might be a bit too late already, M’Lord.”

  Going over the front of the bed, he picks up his briefs as the Queen wakes up. Elizabeth turns to the other side, pressing her large breasts behind Alana's small back and puts her head on top of her own hand, her elbow digging down to the pillow. “My Lord, what do you feel now? Is your mind clearer after the dreamy night we all spent together with each other?” putting on his combat pants and tan shirt, he turns over to her, the blonde putting her free arm over Alana’s waist to hug her as she pressed her face up next to the Countess and in unison, both smiled at him. Instantly defeated, he sighs and nods. “Hm. I kinda understand why Heroic Men back then did this… Yeah, I feel like I can think clearly now and you three didn’t overdo it too. I can still walk.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes then light up as she lightfully taps Alana’s shoulder. Making her move out of her way as she then laid her chin on Bahamut’s head and whispered something to her. Since she was on the other side of the bed facing outward, the Dragon had to turn her body to the other side and then to the edge of the bed. “Master, come here.” With a lifted eyebrow, he turns around just to be met with the Dragon embracing him with her bare bosom. The two big mounds easily engulfed his face as it was buried.

  “Woah! I can see why the Bloodsucker does this. Hm! I can feel your warmth just as good as when we're in bed, Master!” Jackson didn’t even move, instead deflating and hugging her tightly.

  “Ahhhh… as good as sex is. I think this is also just as good, if not better.” Elizabeth and Alana then both crawled to the front edge of the bed and hugged him from the sides. Kissing his hair as the Queen promptly moved his head out of Bahamut’s chest. “Give it your all. For us, and all of those you love. Only Victory awaits you, Hero. Our Hero.” he looks at her and with eyes flaming with courage and life, he smiles and nods. “Hm. Well, I’ll go and wash up first.”

  Upon the break of morning, the two Vampires arrive inside the city. Exiting out of the vehicle, they seemed extremely refreshed and energized. Bahamut was even more gleaming than usual, with her holy aura being more apparent whilst on the other hand, Jackson needed help to get out of the Mine resistant vehicle as if he was a wounded veteran.

  Thomas couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “PFFFT… BWAHAHAHAHA!” it was so loud it filled the Municipal halls with his voice. “Jack-Ja-Jackson-san… ahh, I can’t breathe. Why are you walking like that…? Pffft… AHAHAHA!” he just gives him the middle finger. “What happened?!” he facepalms recalling what had happened.

  Walking inside the shower, he began to rinse himself then the two Vampires, in their stealth sneaks in from the door spooking him, dropping the soap and slipping, he crashes on his rear and slides down to the wall of the shower.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let it all out. But at least I had fun… and no, I won’t get healed. I wanna teach these shower invaders a lesson.” Yamaoka though couldn’t look at him seriously as Alana and Elizabeth just veered their eyes away from his gaze even though Jackson was in his multicam combat uniform as he once again, he laughed to the point he was unable to walk properly himself. Mars having to help him up. “Jackson-san, di-did you really slip on your shower? You look like you stepped on a landmine…” with a smile on his face too, the General just shrugged his head as they walked and rolled inside the main lobby.

  Bahamut sat him on the receptionist's chair. “So, what is this with Iron Mountain and an escape plan?” as Yamaoka walks towards him, a Combat Medic hands him a crutch which he takes. Making him let out a small laugh as he collected himself fully. “Ahem. Brrrr… serious face.” walking to the wooden table, Jackson had his legs spread open on the office chair. Every movement he had to do was only with his upper body as the Dragon helped him reach things he would have to put more effort into getting.

  “Recently, with Iron Mountain finally announcing the fall of Schon and the ocean, do you think they’ll order us to make a last stand here? Our initial plan was just to stage a fight here and retreat, right?” Jackson lifted an eyebrow as he rested his elbow on the marble surface of the reception desk. “Yes but that fell apart when we passed combat effectiveness long ago. I doubt they’d waste an elite army to die all the way here. Remember, we’re here to refit and rearm now. We can’t fight like what we originally projected.” nodding, Yamaoka shows him a map that he rolled up inside his jacket, revealing the updated situation map.

  With Schon completely gone, two arrows caught Jackson’s eyes. The infected sailing ships are also going through the ocean between Dragovh and Geraldia, preventing the connection with the two continents. “Because I believe if we don’t run soon, we won’t have anywhere to go. Iron Mountain will probably want us to retreat at the final moment, a chance we do not have.” seeing that the Eldwood Air Base where they initially started the offensive on Breznick and Libertus a year and a half ago has been turned into an evacuation place. He instantly leaned into it, rubbing his chin.

  Mars though sneakily went behind Bahamut and sniffed her which made the Black Dragon smack her in the head. “Don’t you even dare.” with a devilish grin, the Red Dragon backs off a bit as Jackson points his finger on the airport. “Then… are you sure though?”

  Yamaoka promptly nods. “They probably think our Dragon Gods can withstand whatever the Demons are about to throw at us. I think… it’s better for us to get ahead of them and retreat the moment we find ourselves in a pinch.” Jackson then rubbed his chin even more, checking the map and tracing down the arrows and the ocean controlled by the Demons, he leaned in further. “Even then…” the Shine Guards General lays his finger on Geraldia. “Jackson, this isn’t the first time Iron Mountain overlooked obvious things. They're far too busy looking at the larger picture than the smaller ones that made it up.”

  He then turns his head to Elizabeth and Alana, the two Vampires silent. Turning his attention to Bahamut, she just had her arms crossed and didn’t bat an eye on the suggestion.

  “We’ll use the planes at the airport. Get John on the line and have him bring some cargo planes here. Iron Mountain’s shortsightedness won’t get us killed, don’t worry.” patting Yamaoka on the shoulder, the player smiles and salutes to him. “I’m both super jealous and happy I’m not at your place at the same time, Jackson.”

  “What? It was good and worth it, believe me. They just had to let their lust outdo them on the last stretch.” Looking at him and his pale skin and lips together with his nonfunctional lower body, Yamaoka smiles and is about to laugh again before he catches himself. “S-Sure. Pfffft….” taking the map and rolling it up again, Mars returns to his side. “We’ll continue to check around for any more places to shore up. Last news from the Kingdoms is that they are currently being attacked from three sides. The Demon Army appeared North of the Continent of Dragovh, pushing through the Theocracy of Anthony, it said they only stood for a single night before they were devastated by monsters beyond imagination and were locked in their sanctified castle walls.”

  Saluting once again, he leaves for the only door that wasn’t sandbagged, leaving them alone in the Municipal Hall. Elizabeth walks to Jackson, hand in hip. “Want me to pleasure you, My Lord? We’re all alone here and I can drop to my knees.” with squinted eyes, he smiles and then hits her with a lightning. “No.” Using his crutches, he walks to the exit where some Combat Medics and Officers were standing around. “We’ll use this as our forward headquarters. The main Operating Base will be the Airport. It should take the Demon Army a week to reach us… unless they start using teleporters again and James falls faster than expected.”

  As the players walk in, he points at the door to the left near the line for drivers licenses releasing windows. “Put the Respawn Altar on the bunker underneath. Make sure to have the doors closed. Don’t lock it though. Put squads too on top of buildings and lay mines on alleys.” As he looked around the city, he noticed the formerly light red tint had become just as bad as it was in Schon, with all colors being overcome by its strength. “Hm?”

  A hundred nautical miles away, a formation of twelve Tu-95 Bears gets intercepted by a handful of Fox-3 long range air to air missiles. The AMRAAM rockets detonated a few meters before hitting the aircraft causing no damage at all as inside the lead bomber. The player flying it has completely been turned into a zombie. With his Copilot and Bombardier eating the corpse of their Navigator.

  Looking at its map, the former player still knew how to fly the aircraft, turning it to the left a bit as its GPS shows a straight ahead towards a city inside a mountain valley.

  Seeing as their missiles weren’t effective, a pair of Men of the Woods F-15Es took to the task of getting closer to the point where heatseekers were able to lock on. “All Aspect! Fox Two!” The smaller but more agile and faster missiles maneuver to their targets with precise adjustments just to explode midair once again with no trails of interception. “Dammit! Let’s get close and see if there’s any weakness to this!”

  Going nearly Mach 1.2, the fighter jets skim past the bombers. The Elven Pilot looked towards an extremely masculine Demon in full black plate armor with red veins, its cape waving wildly as it stood atop the fuselage. “What the…” it knelt down and with a jump, landed behind the pilots canopy. “IT’S ON ME!” The Elf then began performing spins and twists midair, leaving behind a confusing contrail as its wingman looked from behind.

  Blood and flesh splatters the front of his glass and before he could react, the F-15 infront of him tilts upward, the player just looking at the Demon in plate armor jumping away as he hits his Wing Leader.

  Down below, Elizabeth was briefing her Black Knife’s on the city as a radioman ran towards Jackson who was still in crutches, his head leaning on his palm as his fingers tapped the marble desk of the receptionist table as he had to deal with multiple officers. “Sir! Sir!” with a lifted eyebrow, he nonchalantly turns his office chair to the man. “What? Get in line.”

  “The Patriot Battery defending the airport just told us they spotted multiple Bears and Stratofortresses that’s not responding.” his eyes immediately squinted, turning to Bahamut. She immediately glides outside of the door. “Do not hesitate to shoot them down. This is not the first or second time. Alana! Healing magic now!” With a salute, the radioman runs back outside to the truck with a massive mast on its back. Jackson wipes his mouth with his hand as he keeps his eyes on the floor. “Elizabeth, get your Knife’s ready.”

  He then stands up, throwing his crutches from the floor. “Everyone! Get to your positions! Man the outposts and make sure the last of the civilian players are outside of city limits before twelve! If the UN becomes slow, take over and do their job! Go!”

  Flying high above the skies, Bahamut heads towards the sound of the contra-rotating propellers of the Tu-95s. At around the thirty nautical mark, her eyes zoom into the figure of a Demonic creature whose aura rivals her. Prompting the Dragon to stop midair as she instantaneously lets out a massive laser beam that halved the clouds even from afar.

  It was so bright even below, back inside the city, everyone, even the last of the civilians in the airport who were boarding a civilian airliner, watched an overwhelming beam of light fire towards the horizon, arching into the continent far beyond their eyesights. Mars quickly leaves Thomas who was busy with the two Skeleton Generals and briefing them of the overall plan had to stop their conversation to stare at the flashbang that reaches for tens of miles away.

  Some of the civilian players with species like Lizards had to jump into cover while those unfortunate enough had their retinas burned and the sight of a Red Dragon could be seen flying towards the clouds as the sky became the same as it was in Schon, with no hint of color other than red.

  On the lead Tu-95 long range bomber, the laser beam was completely deflected and the Demon atop raised his Tower shield once again to stop another coming from a lower altitude and in a direction to the right. Floating, it kept its speed at the same pace as the strategic bombers, uncaring as the beam with the width of a building approached him.

  This one being more of an orange yellow flame than the other one that was purple and violet. It deflects the strike without much of a hassle and opening a dark portal, it grabs out of it a Lance with a shape of a helix and with one arm, points it forward. Bahamut felt the surge in Mana both physically and metaphysically, closing her wings and dropping down as a jet black beam with a white outline almost grazed her sharp spine.

  As she drops, the Black Dragon uses magic to propel her dive as the black laser begins pointing downward as Mars' own laser beam was once again deflected into space.

  On City 01, screams of the remaining civilians could be heard as the black laser razed entire mountain valleys, cutting through them and making a deep trench. Jackson and Yamaoka both just looked in awe and absolute fear. Walking towards him was the Knight Commander of his Eldwood Legion. “How is it? Did the UN do a good job at strapping that thing to blow?” handing him a firing device, the player in full Death Knight Plate Armor nods. “Yes sir. They strapped explosives on the Graphite Rods. It should cause a meltdown instantaneously upon explosion.”

  Looking at the Firing Device given to him, his hands shakes as he makes sure the trigger is locked before pocketing it. “Alright. Everyone, get to your positions and pray we make it out of this alive as it’ll take all the miracles on this planet.” Tapping Thomas’ shoulder, the two leave for the shoreline as the fighting in the skies was far beyond what they could imagine.

  “This isn’t war.” Thomas’ turns his face to Jackson whose face was showing no hint of fear. “It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.” In reply, the Eldwood General leans his head down a bit. “Then we’ll make it a war between equals.” Yamaoka couldn’t believe the resolute fierceness his colleague was showing.

  The Two Dragon Gods fired their lasers at the same time, the Demon had to balance shooting back and deflecting the lasers away from the formation and it made it seem like such a chore. Able to effortlessly change and shift its attention as the beams of energy that could easily pierce a planet's crust is thwarted like a child sweeping away a fly.

  Mars starts getting closer from below, planning to destroy the planes once and for all, directly positioning herself below the bombers and as she opens her mouth, a tower shield is thrown into it and the laser beam she lets out explodes inside her throat, sending her spiraling down into the ocean in a fiery smoking mess.

  Bahamut on the other hand gained as much altitude as she could, opening her claws, two cosmic portals emerge from real space as she grabs the oversized versions of her swords. Crossing them, she roars and swings the two Primordial Blades, sending a flying half moon that was cutting through even the very molecules in the atmosphere causing a wave of explosions as neutrons were split.

  Clapping both of its hands together, the Demon opens two dark portals as two massive armored hands shielded the bombers. The flying translucent blades of primordial energy hit it, causing two ear blistering clangs whose shockwaves cracked the windows of the Tu-95s. It then intertwines its fingers, and another portal opens.

  This time, a giant sword made out of a dark stone emerges, though it has no edge at all, Bahamut’s eyes open wide at the sight. “Just who blesses you with much attention, Demon General?! How many Gods are pinning their hopes in your vile mission?!” The two giant armored hands then grab the pommel of the massive stone guard that was flying at nearly 950Km/h.

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  Mimicking the Demon General’s hands, it swings it at the Black Dragon whose swords take the hit but the explosion that followed afterwards was enough to knock her off the skies, falling down into the oceanfront.

  Opening her eyes, Bahamut spreads her wings just before crashing into the water. Returning her swords to the Void, she uses her claws to grab the injured Mars floating above the water as they return to the City.

  On the Container Port, Jackson was kneeling down, looking at a metal shield from Libertus that was planted on the lower corner of a wall as a decoration. “Huh, we kicked their asses hard.” a scream then comes. “JACKSON-SAN!” turning his head towards the lake, a wounded Bahamut was princess carrying a sleeping Mars who was all bruised up. The Black Dragon herself has cuts on her pristine skin.

  They both ran towards them, catching their Dragons before Bahamut collapses. “Bahamut! Come on! Fight!” she coughs, letting out smoke. “Master… that thing coming… multiple Gods are guiding it…” he then gives her his health potion and another to Thomas who pours it into Mars’ mouth. “Just rest… oh Lord, just rest! MEDIC! MEEDDIC!”

  A few kilometers from the shorelines, the Patriot Battery attached to the UN garrison on the airport fires their missiles. The rockets leave for the clouds as their contrails disappear into the sky as the two Generals look towards above them, the military ambulance picking up their two Dragon Gods as the Healer performs a check up on them. “They’ll live, sir. The wounds are healing but slow. It’s mostly just bone fractures and bruised lungs and muscles… And they're divine anyways. They’ll live.”

  Turning his head towards him, Jackson’s eyes were full of anger and fury. “That’s not supposed to happen. These are Dragon Gods we’re speaking of. Whatever weapon was used on them was enough to hamper regeneration beyond our imagination.” he teleports in his Knight armor all on his own, his hand on the pommel of the Royal Rapier on his hip. “Go. Take good care of them, I beg of you. We’ll make sure this thing won’t walk out of this place alive.” The Healer salutes as he closes the ambulance doors and drives off into the city.

  “Thomas, I’ll have the last swing. You do the first.”

  “Gladly.”

  A black laser then lands on the Patriot Battery a few kilometers from the airport, completely destroying the entire field it's on. Jackson and Thomas both had their legs trembling wildly as they stood on the port, the blowout of the Air Defense missiles throwing a huge firework. “You know… I am scared as shit right now but, with how they looked at me last night, the passion in their eyes for me. I have this other feeling of standing here and fighting till my last breath.”

  Thomas’ was speechless as began to breathe in and out of his helmet. “Are you hyperventilating?!” He removes his helmet, revealing the man's handsome face to the overwhelming red tint, as if the closer this thing was, the worse the desaturation was becoming. “A bit… I felt like that was choking me… haaah…” slapping his cheeks, Yamaoka puts on his helmet again. “I’d never hear the end of it from her either. Mars always believed in me, even last night as we spoke inside my tent. Her hope is that we can go back to adventuring like before.”

  “Same here with Bahamut... Whichever way we go, we’re dead anyways, aren’t we?” Thomas turns to Jackson and performs an elegant bow. His hands to the sides of his body “It’s been an honor fighting with you!” Nodding, Paul pats his shoulders. “Ah, it’s been one hell of a ride. Thank you. Don’t worry, we’ll make it to the Portal Fortress. We have to.”

  High above them, the Tu-95s open their bomb bays and the rotary launcher inside it fires off multiple cruise missiles as it spins, landing many hits on City 01. Skyscrapers and intersections were demolished, creating huge craters as whatever air defense could be scrounge up attempts to hit the oncoming missiles.

  Mages with the 2 Vampires fly high up, striking down what cruise missile they could as more pass by, raining upon the city mercilessly. One almost hitting the bus terminal and the elevated highway heading to the tunnel being damaged.

  A bright light then emerged from the clouds above them and the red tint had now gotten to the point that it was unbearable. The light then began to move to the left and then right, swooshing into the streets where it targeted an ambulance driving into a bridge towards the airport before a Holy Tower Shield was thrown right at it, causing the light to crash violently into the ground, leaving a huge gaping trench.

  Running from the buildings, players and skeleton soldiers rush towards the crater alongside some Infantry Fighting Vehicles and unleash a flurry of lead and firepower into the smoke. Jackson though kept his distance with Alana, Elizabeth hitting high on top of a motel with her AutoMag aimed and ready to fire as the soldiers walked more and more forward, changing mags on the way as the Colonel on the field lifted his hand up, halting everyone.

  Gesturing for one of the Mages, a light use of wind magic clears the smoke and grasps filled the air as fear pours into every soldier in the street as the Demon’s black plate armor looks dashingly shiny and pristine as it raises its hand. Jackson then raises out of cover. “RETREAT!” as he dashed forward with Alana going around the alley. The red beam that came out of its palm almost hit him as he jumped out of its way. “H-HOLY!”

  Alana who was successfully able to reach its flanks turns her sword to its neck just for her blade to get grabbed. “What in the Blood of the Pure?!” hitting its fingers, the massive rounds of the AutoMag bounced off the gauntlets as another blade came flying at it, this one of Holy attitude, forcing it to let go of the Countess’ blade and jump away. Thomas in his heroic Shine Guards armor, with its blue cape vividly flapping as he raised his blade. “From one warrior to another, I challenge you, Oni!”

  With his raised sword, guns open fire from the first and second floor windows, riddling the Demon General with an insurmountable amount of metal with almost all of them pinging off of its plate armor as an IFV came in from the alley and riddled it with its 25mm chain guns.

  While getting riddled with bullets and shells, it knelt down and a dark portal opened and lightning came out of it, painting a magic circle on the ground where a Demon Legion arises led by a Demon Lord. These ones donning blackened armor and there weapons were ineffective, even the usually foolproof anti tank launcher and an immediate halt fire was called and everyone tucked tails and ran away, with even the two Generals gone from the wind as the Legion started to enlarge its control of the city, marching through the main roads where on the intersections that wasn’t hit, outposts loaded with weapons began opening fire.

  Gunning down some of the Demon Knights, the appearance of Demon Lords became a painful problem. Being faster and more ferocious, capable of walking through walls directly and even short area teleportation, giving them near invincibility in dodging physical bullets. Leaving it for the mages inside the Intersection Outpost to try to stop it before it reached the inner core but even then, these Demons were impervious to all manners of weaponry. Running over the defenses like a tidal wave sweeping over a shoreline village.

  As fast as it landed did the city fall into utter chaos. Soldiers and armored vehicles running amok as they tried to contain a spreading mess that was running over everything it touched and reached. With whatever main battle tanks the UN had were locked on the other side of the bridge, taking on the role of support with their smoothbores slinging canister shells on the other side. None of the tanks dared to cross the bridge at all.

  Giant pallets would scatter like shotgun rounds from the tank cannons, shattering lamp posts and random windows as more dark portals opened, etching magic circles on the ground, letting out the Demon Army into Dragovh with little effort as the UN with there blue flags on their vehicles blocked the bridges except the ones that leads to the tunnel, guarding the Bus Terminal with all they got as Dark Dragons started going through the city skyline. Their helicopters proved largely ineffective against the Elite Unit.

  Other UN helicopters that roamed around the streets got claws and there rotors, hit by the flesh and skeleton of the multi winged creatures, causing many to crash down onto the streets and fighter planes on the airport with what few munitions was left take off to intercept whatever was flying as soon after, more and bigger claws reach out of the magic circles. Dark Wyverns and Dragons had started to come out in full. Taking flight, their fiery breath instantly began wildfires and blazes, entire city blocks were set alight as some of the last airliners took off from the airport, the players and skeletons of the UN left scratching as to how they’ll leave with the airspace being extremely contested now.

  On one of the outposts placed in the center of an intersection, there firepower was able to slow down and even grind the Elite Demon Army to a halt, but due to the Dark Dragons, the four legged blackened armored beasts taking over the skies, there attention soon had to be divided as one by one, Dark Wyverns grabbed them as the Dragons set there entire outpost alight, setting fire on the munitions stocked within and causing an explosion. Left in its wake was a crater on the asphalt road.

  As the fire rages on inside the city buildings, the only available firefighters being the ones on the airport and the mages unable to spare their attention from the Demon army, nothing could be done with the spread of the flames as Jackson with an assault rifle pours an entire mag into the Demon General walks normally towards the hospital. The Elite Demon Knights from the underworld take the forward position to shield their commander from the players' nonstop firepower.

  Underneath them, the Black Knifes have planted a string of Demolition Charges on the sewers, even with the water below them. The splashes were merely a sound of a drip as they tiptoed to the manhole and opening it, they gave Jackson a thumbs up. “COVER!” Blowing up the entire street and making the invading Knight Legion fall into the sewer tunnel where players pop out of the high rise buildings with rocket and grenade launchers, firing down on the fallen Demons. “Good job! Lay it on ‘em!” He then turned his head to The Black Knife and nodded at her. She merely bowed her head as she returned into the sewers where Elizabeth had already skimmed through the puzzling paths.

  She walked on the walls, avoiding the sewer water as one of her Knives held her hair up from touching the liquid. Explosions constantly rocked them as if in front. The large tunnel was getting blasted by all manners of explosive devices. Some threw bags full of C4 into the chaos while others took what cans of gas was left and poured it from the rooftops and down below, starting a raging fire that was lit up by the mages.

  Fire from the street could be seen from miles away, the Dark Wyverns and Dragons that were circling around were surprised by the commotion, daring not to even get near the area as Elizabeth circles the corner and a whip of her hand, the smoke and fire disappears revealing an absolute massacre.

  The shiny dark armor of the Elite Demon Knights laid flattened, dented, and pierced amongst the brick and concrete rubble of the tunnel. With her AutoMag, she began shooting their corpses, some of them reacting just to get stabbed by her Assassins as she makes her way into the center of the mound of dead.

  Stopping, she stomps her heels into the ground, throwing up bodies and rubble and ends up with nothing. “My Lord! I believe the Demon General has made its way through the sewers!” His eyes open wide as he jumps down the collapsed street with Thomas and Alana, the group trudging forward into the sewers as Jackson got to the radio. “I need the Zavalda National Guard to detach themselves from the UN contingent and to move towards the hospital! Eldwood and Shine Guard units with extra men to spare are also advised to aid the Zavaldians! The rest will collapse into the second line near the hospital! Whatever tanks or armor are present in these comms, drive to the hospital parking lot and make a stand!”

  Rushing through the sewers, the differing types of shoes created an interesting sound as a glimmer in the distant caught Jackson’s eye. “THERE!” Pulling out his Python Revolver, he fires a shot just for a Elite Demon Knight to pop out of a sewer duct and take the bullet which Elizabeth with her AutoMag V completely demolishes, the large enchanted lead dropped it and one of the Knives made sure by stabbing it quickly in the neck.

  In Front of them, the Demon General was fast walking, slouched forward a bit, it stopped at an intersection where its Elite Knights were behind cover, ready to battle and after a second of silence, turned to the left and continued walking.

  Its Knights then pop out of cover as a train of extremely powerful beings crash into them, Elizabeth and Alana wasn’t even able to react as they were promptly beheaded and the players on the edge unable to shoot as they were cut down, those in the center just let there fingers on the trigger to do all of the talking, riddling the Elite Demons with bullets which would bounce off into the ceiling and walls.

  Jackson and Thomas both were attacked, their armor taking the damage but the Eldwood Knight General’s armor had begun to chip, the area where he received the slash having a visible trace as the Black Steel armor had degraded to an extreme degree. Though since their armors tanked the initial ambush, they were able to fight back, Yamaoka’s holy sword burning the Demons.

  Outnumbered in the tight space, Jackson and his party had to retreat, finding themselves backed in the corner as their force was divided into two, the Elite Demon Knights pushing both ways as the two Generals swung their swords. “CLEAR!”

  The manhole on top of the Demon General blasts open, rappelling down was the Zavalda National Guard, seen in there green multicam uniforms and having far more pouches and equipment on there vests, the Zavaldians was equipped to the teeth and the first one down, a Squad Leader fires his 40mm underbarrel grenade launcher. It pinged off its armor and hit the tunnel ceiling, causing it to collapse on top of the General as another followed with two grenades and a Mage then casting a magic circle of Divine Punishment, a holy flame engulfed the tunnel.

  On the other side, Jackson stood with his Rapier out of its pommel in full bloodied Plate Armor. The Black Metal glimmered upon the light of the holy flame as audible thuds of heavy sabatons continue to walk forward, with its sword out, the Zavaldians took a look at the sewer and the Demon General was walking towards them. Seeing its imposing stature, it made them take multiple steps back as they lifted their guns and opened fire.

  With a single swing of its sword, four players were absolutely annihilated from existence. The only thing left was their guns dropping on the ground. “GO BACK! RETREAT!” With clear orders, they run away on random tunnels as the Demon General looks up and jumps into the street above, with the hospital roof within sight.

  Hardened barricades with sandbag walls and Tank Fighting Positions were set up on its front parking lot which was busy with the Dark Wyverns and Dragons and the more common Silver armored Knights Legion with Hell Priests along with there long range magic rained down explosive fireballs on it, acting like a mortar. Forcing the players to stay in cover as the advancing Demon Army was on the main street approaching them slowly with shields up.

  Popping out of their sandbag cover, they stop and look up as standing atop a tank was a Demon in dark armor with pulsating red veins on it. Pointing its sword at it, with an odd black glimmer with a purple neon light running through its center, the UN contingent just stood frozen in absolute fear as their tanks continued firing. Their arms and legs were visibly shaking, their mouths unable to open as panic slowly set in.

  Lifting its sword, preparing to swing it, a Vampire in a purple gown and golden crown swooshes in, grabbing the Demon General and throwing it a hundred meters away back into the collapsed intersection. Jackson and Yamaoka are both now standing between it and the hospital. It stood on its place, turning its head around as behind it, the combined force of the Knights of Eldwood, Shine Guards, Zavalda, Men of the Woods, and some squads from the UN were sprinting towards it.

  Looking forward again, as hundreds of abominations charge forward to the hospital just to get cut down by lead and steel. It lifts its blade against the two Knight Generals, donning an armor of shiny heroism and another, of blackened secrecy.

  On its corners, its head slowly turned and tilted on a slight angle. The two Vampires watched carefully alongside an entire group of assassins as a handful more were audibly running through the sewers. With a brief sigh heard from the Demon, it turns forward and the sight of the two high ranking players standing completely was a menacing glimpse of a strength it’d seen so many times before.

  Observing the Rapier on the Black Knight’s left hand, ignoring the revolver on his right. The Demon lifted its blade up once again, with two hands on the handle, Thomas and Paul jolted a bit as they got into their stance.

  Seeing it charge towards them, Thomas swung his sword which it effortlessly dodged as it angles its blackened blade towards Jackson’s left arm, slicing it completely from his torso and jumping up to throw his severed arm holding the Vampire King’s Rapier into the lake that was a good eight blocks away. It then lands and proceeds to kick the Knight General. Shattering his black metal armor completely, leaving a gaping dent on his chest plate as he is sent flying into the main lobby of the hospital. Crashing through the sandbags and hardened barricades and through the front door. Only stopping after slicing the reception desk in half and hitting his back on the thick concrete wall. The logo of the hospital falling on top of his body.

  Some of the soldiers of the garrisoned UN stopped shooting, lowering their assault rifles and machine guns to look at their backs. Walking out of the plume of asbestos was a Knight General of Eldwood, with its left arm completely cut off. Two beautiful Vampires quickly rushed to the lobby.

  As blood gushed out of his sliced arm like a punctured fire hydrant, his Rapier far away underwater. Jackson panics knowing the amount of blood being thrown out was unusual, it was splattering like a hose, painting the walls red and even the ceiling. Alana and Elizabeth then help him as he was about to fall with his Black Metal armor dented, cracked open, and ruined from a single kick as sounds of fighting and blade clashing were still heard.

  Elizabeth’s hand grazes his open wound, closing it instantly as red lightning begins to strike around the hospital. Alana stands up, her family sword in hand as a single swing of a blade rips the main battle tanks on the parking lot in half, causing a combustion that sends the UN contingent on the ground as the Countess stood her ground. Weapon ready.

  Unstrapping his helmet, the Queen stares at the wounded Jackson. Blood poured out of his mouth and nose, mixing with his sweat and tears. “E-E-Elizabeth… the King’s Sword… I-i lost it…” fighting continued to ensue, as Eldwood’s Knights with the Shine Guards charged forward against the Demon General just outside the parking lot, the Zavaldians and Men of the Wood retreating to cover the hospital’s flanks just for lighting to strike upon their groups, sending them flying and planting on the walls and brick buildings on the other side of the street. Thomas, having to strike his holy sword on the ground as he casts a divine shield on himself.

  Wiping his tears from his face, the Queen’s golden aura seemed to shine even brighter than before. Her emerald eyes turning gold as one of her Black Knife’s hands her her sword. “My Lord, you didn’t use that sword for your own vanity, never raised it against those unworthy, be not saddened by its disappearance. You wielded that sword like a proper and dignified leader.” leaning his back on the broken receptionist desk. She lifts his cape, the same one she so proudly repaired and tailored back to perfection and kisses it.

  “This contract shalt not be broketh even upon the worst curses and perils. Be it death or the end of my immortality, I shant not let it fall!” Blood Roses began to float around them, the Demon General entered through the front door unperturbed by the sight of the two Pureblood Vampires. Multiple civilian helicopters flew above the hospital, rocking the broken skylight as Eldwood’s Rangers appeared. Spawning out of midair and immediately shooting the Demon.

  There bullets weren’t even able to scratch the creature as it all pounced off and the UN contingent defending the inner lobby was left in a daze as all their work was doing nothing. “Enough! Rangers! To the roof and defend the parking lot! Me and the Countess shall take care of this! Mortals! Turn your attention to the advancing army! Waste not what munitions you have left on this!” This then turned the field to just the Vampires and the lone Demon that has breached the inner perimeter of the hospital.

  Using what energy he has left and with his own blood, he draws a magic circle on the ground next to him as fierce fighting begins over the broken counter. Elizabeth releasing her purebred strength, the blondes golden eyes shine as she used Hellraiser to clash with the Demon as the Countess with her family heirloom sword kept trying to disable the Demon General’s limbs and yet even with the two tag teaming it, the creature was able to meet each of there blow and even have enough space to punch back, its sword leaving perfect cuts in the walls and pillars.

  Having five circles and various badly drawn sigils on the broken marble tile next to him, Jackson breathes in. “B-Bahamut, I know you can hear me. Listen and listen well to my… to my words… By the Book of Dragons and Men, I sign my heart for you to use just as your Dragon Knights fealty to you. I know you can feel the pain I feel, your wounds heal slowly, so take my vitality Bahamut! Take it and fly!” Jackson’s eyes then began to fade slowly. His head leaning down with his only arm that held his open wound losing its strength. Reaching for his pouch, he sighs and nods.

  Seeing the Demon General get closer and closer to him as it continually fights the two Vampires, he brings out the Firing Device from his belt pouch. He unlocks the trigger and breathes. Clutching it and ready to depress the trigger and cause a Mana Core meltdown.

  On the second floor, inside the Emergency Room. The Combat Medics that is guarding watch of the two Dragon Gods felt an insane heat coming from the gurneys. Turning her head, the female soldier just drops to her knees as a familiar music starts playing on everyone’s ears.

  The Demon General stopped in its tracks, looking up, a golden streak hits Jackson’s badly wounded body as Queen Elizabeth with a violent smile to her face punches it straight at its helmet, sending it hundreds of meters out of the hospital. Its body crushing hundreds of Abominations and the Demon Knights Legion behind it.

  Alana with the Black Knife’s then started to fight the entire enemy army in the parking lot, retrieving Thomas’ who was about to get overrun.

  Inside the lobby, a vision came to Jackson. That of a woman’s hand giving him a new heart, this one made from a Dragon’s as he suddenly finds himself on the Port. His body felt brand new, as if he just had the best night’s sleep of his entire life.

  “Hm. You impressed me enough, Sir Jackson of Earth.” Hearing a deep manly divine voice, he turned around to his eyes watering as he gazed upon a Man with Dragon wings, donning a full plate of chromed gold and platinum, the clouds tear apart as the holy light gave color to the red surroundings. “I shall give you my guidance, the Gods of this world are far too weak to respond to the cries of your companion. They’re spent, tired, and ready to leave.”

  Stepping aside, the God gestures for the boat ramp. “But I dearly love Mankind, the Good and the Bad and all of its imperfections.” Jackson then began to slowly walk forward. “A soul like you shouldn’t be left to die in such a way. Your companion begged for us to do something… she took on the form of a Man to be with you, a Dragon God, choosing to be with mortals.”

  He smiles upon the Knight General. “It reminds me much of myself and why I fight and love such imperfect, violent, and selfish people. The Holy See prays to me, but I see the rot growing within it, more and more do Priests pray for selfish reasons than to follow my teachings but at the same time, the good Priests do as my teachings and spread the word that everyone can be a Hero.” as he entered the boat ramp, the water began to glow a golden color.

  “Yet you, you who came from a world far from here, given upon a monumental task from Gods that wish to take advantage of you and your planet's thirst for war and violence.” Rising from the water was the Vampire King's Sword. Held by womanly hands in a black Gothic gown. “Yet, you’ve grown to love this imperfect world, bonded with its many people and species. Bled, cried, and died for them. For this, I shall award you a title.”

  Kneeling on the water. Bahamut has a big wide smile on her face underwater. “The title of the King of Earth’s Men, your subjects, soldiers without a nation, your people, the handful that believes in you. Small they may be, but their souls are worth thousands of believers. You shall wield that sword and bring upon the destruction of those who sought forth the end of this beautifully imperfect world.” opening his only hand, his eyes couldn’t look away from the glass rapier now shining brightly and true.

  It looked far from when he was wielding it, as if it's now an entirely different blade. “You’ve already risen to the occasion, Lord Jackson. Now, wield the sword that will finish it! Be the King your companions see you as and grip faith! Become a worthy Hero and be named for all of eternity!” grabbing the blade, his arm regrew back and his armor collapses, in its place, a Dragon Knight’s plate armor. “Bahamut, Goddess of the Void from Tur, beholder of the corpse of the Ancient Cosmic God Mors Letum. I thank you for letting Forrus have her way with you in the cloud garden. If you need my help again, be not afraid to ask. Her devious plans will soon all end, together with their rule. This shall be the last as the cosmic war draws to its conclusion! The Free Species shall be free truly!” rising from the water, the Dragon God performs a proper Dragonic curtsy for the first time ever.

  Lifting the helms of her skirt, Bahamut places one foot forward as another behind it, she bows and a circle of fire emerges from her.

  “From one Divine being to another, I thank you Deus Vrax. King of Men and Dragon, God of Kings, Leader of all those who have Heroism in their hearts and the Governor of all the lesser Gods.” The God in his golden armor nods and looks up above him, paradise was being besieged, attacked and devoured by a cosmic force. “Lord Jackson, do what you may with that sword and the power I’ve given to you. Let the Love in your heart guide you to your final victory just as the Cardinals, Popes, Kings, Generals, and Sword Saints before you.”

  Shooting high up into the sky, Deus Vrax enters Paradise once again, his mere presence cancelling out the cosmic darkness that was engulfing the space and as it closes, Jackson stands up, looking down on his body, the Glass Rapier was so bright he couldn’t look at it straightly. “Master! We need to go! The Bloodsuckers are in danger!” nodding, Bahamut changes back into her Dragon form. Teleporting in the special saddle on her neck as the Knight General hopped on her back. “C’mon! Let’s get this done!”

  Inside the city, Queen Elizabeth flies through the alleys and corners with the Demon General following closely behind her with its heavy lizard-like wings slicing through the brick walls and floors of the buildings. Ignoring any physics at all as it got closer and closer to her.

  She suddenly collapses her wings, the Demon General hitting a wall of Blood Roses that erupts as the Queen uses her Blood Magic to manipulate the corpses of dead Abominations and Demon Knights around her. Their blood turns into a giant orb that shoots out thousands of sharp icicles at it. Some, exploding into shrapnel that’s enough to go through entire rebar supports and filled up floors and buildings.

  Popping out of it, the Demon General’s blade was mere inches from Queen Elizabeth’s neck, the smile on her face not dissipating as she landed on the road and hops back and forth, dodging the Demon’s flurry of attacks. She passes by a squad and nods to them.

  Hiding behind a trash can, a squad leader nods to his men as he stands up. “I’ll see you guys at the respawn point!” He suddenly grabs the Demon General’s sabatons and as it looks at him, a Black Knife stabs it from behind, tripping it suddenly to fall on the ground facefirst. Pulling the pins on his vest, he dives into the floating Demon, exploding.

  As his corpse turns into divine dust, Elizabeth with Hellraiser fell from the skies, striking the sword down to its back. It hit the blackened armor of the Demon with such speed that a huge sparks were sent flying in all directions.

  Jumping back a few meters, it stood up once again. Cracking its neck as it began to walk forward towards her. Blood Roses was then thrown at it from a single direction, exploding and throwing it back.

  “Your Majesty! I’ve not been able to find Our Lord!”

  “Tsk!” She then raises the extremely long greatsword at it. “If you dare capture My Lord or hurt those he loves for your machinations, I shall go to your world and destroy it, soil by soil. Grass by grass.”

  It just sighs in reply as lunges forward at her, the Queen’s dangerous smile disappeared for a second as she had to dodge its blade by mere inches from her chin. Lifting Hellraiser, she kept on the defensive, the Player made sword was getting battered by every strike she resists.

  Hearing the blade crackle loudly, she had to sway it away from the Demon General who then changed its stance, now with the black sword aimed at her neck.

  Pushing it in mid jump by the two, Elizabeth raises Hellraiser once again and it shatters in full, the sword going through it completely and the Queen just closes her eyes as the sound of lightning hits near her.

  Feeling nothing but something hot infront her, the Vampire opens her eyes to see the body of a Black Dragon blocking her view. Lifting her gaze to the saddle on the Dragon’s neck, he sees Jackson, donning a Dragon Knight’s armor without a helmet on, holding the Demon General’s blade with his gauntlets as its devilish armor was smoldering hot in opposition of the gleaming Divine Armor of the Dragons, made and built by the immortal creatures for their mortal friends. A love letter from one species to another, forged by endless warfare together and the Knight General was proudly brandishing it in full, its colors unable to be tainted by the red darkness that encapsulates all.

  He once again opens his hand, summoning another Dragonbolt which makes the Demon General’s eyes open wide at the face of the Human infront of him, he had a smile to him, an expression devoid of any fear or fright from being up close to a creature such as itself and the Black Dragon he rode on stared down on its soul as if its now a mere feeble roadblock to it.

  It then lifts its sword to meet with the Dragonbolt, to Elizabeth’s surprise, the Demonic blade still stood tall and sharp against the Divine Lightning Bolt but with a smirk on Jackson’s face, the lightning completely courses through its body, smelting its insides as the Black Dragon’s talons stomps on its armored body, seeing the reflection of another Bolt summoned, it made the Demon General wiggle out to freedom. Bahamut’s head just followed its panicked dash to the street.

  Seeing its new opponents, the Demon quickly retreats behind a car, opening a magic circle. It communicates something through its free hand opens dark portals that were closed by a golden flying blade of energy. Feeling the ground shake, it jumped back a hundred meters as the car he was hiding behind was squashed by the Black Dragon. It turned around, seeing the image of a Dragon Knight riding on top of its mighty winged steed, Dragonbolt in one hand and a golden gleaming rapier on the other. The red tint unable to taint is colors as the Demon General leaned its head down a bit, sighing audibly.

  It began teleporting and floating away, all of its portals and magic circles quickly extinguished by the two as they gave chase, leaving Elizabeth be as she collapsed on the road, her legs sideways as she elegantly rested. “Go… GO MY LORD!” her Black Knifes then surrounded her as she lifted her hand, stopping them from picking her up.

  Alana who was on top of a hotel with a bunch of soldiers just looked in awe of Jackson, riding his mighty Dragon steed, charging forward against the Demon General who lifts its sword up which he meets with his own, the two hitting each other’s steels as the clangs of there divine cosmic metal colliding rumbled as if a thousand strikes was being thrown by each swing as the Demon constantly kept itself on the move and at different altitudes with its floatation and teleportation magic.

  Even though Jackson had the upper hand, being now more stronger and riding on top of the incredibly fast and armored Dragon God in a smaller size, the Demon General wasn’t letting up, fighting tooth and nail and not backing down as its sent to the ground yet its sabatons kept planted on the ground even with each blow and hit with another Dragonbolt, it merely fell to its knees just to stand up and meet the Hero’s blade.

  “Corporal, do tell, what happened to my beloved Lord?” the player in his tattered and dusty damaged combat uniform shrugs as he looks at the radioman of the platoon. “Any news?” The other player, using a double barreled shotgun, in quite contrast to his modern kit, sat on a broken tool, holding the gun’s butt to his thigh. “Reports say a Human looking Angel with Dragon Wings appeared on the shorelines, everyone on the airport saw it.”

  Hearing this, the Countess couldn’t help but laugh out loud to everyone’s surprise. “Interesting! Have the Lord’s vehicle ready. This shall be done quickly.” The soldiers quickly got to the radio as she stepped on the edge of the roof. Hands on her hips as she remembered Bahamut speaking to her about a God watching over them. “Deus Vrax huh… the Holy See is gonna brag about this for the next two thousand years.” Alana falls down, opening her bat wings as the fighting violently continues, the Demon General attempting to summon and open Dark Portals just for it to close thanks to Bahamut’s own magic.

  With the energy she gained from her dive, the Countess with her legs forward kicks the Demon General off the street and down to the concrete sewer river where Jackson followed closely behind, midair, he took the opportunity and with a slice of the fully powered Vampire King’s Rapier, it cuts through the armor cleanly. Seeing the eyes of the Demon through the slits of its helmet, a smile flies over to Jackson’s face.

  Changing how he is holding his Glass Rapier, he swings it at its left arm, cutting it clean off as he goes for the right. The Demon blade fell a few meters from its body as the main torso came crashing down to the concrete river.

  To his surprise, no blood was seeping out of the open wounds as it looked at him with a stoic body still. “Just what the hell are you made out of?!” Landing, Jackson hops off Bahamut’s neck and kicks its still moving arm down into the center of the concrete river, into the ditch full of sewer water that runs down to the lake. Turning around, Elizabeth had already arrived with her Black Knife’s.

  The Queen’s Crown Sword Chevalier De La Nuit pointed at its helmet, the eight sharp metallic horns on its top proudly stood tall like a crown. “Take it off.” Players with Alana quickly went around them and unstrapped the helmet, pulling it off to reveal the blackened skin with red vertical stripes going from its chest to its head. Bald and with a muscular build. “Got something to say Demon boy?”

  Having a spiteful grin to him, the Demon General’s eyes light up with flames as it tries to stand up just for Jackson’s sabaton to keep him down.

  "?I?m?p?o?s?s?i?b?l?e?!? ?F?o?r? ?a? ?H?e?r?o? ?a?n?d? ?K?i?n?g? ?t?o? ?b?e? ?b?i?r?t?h?e?d? ?a?t? ?t?h?i?s? ?s?t?a?g?e?!? ?W?h?a?t? ?M?a?d? ?G?o?d? ?w?o?u?l?d? ?r?i?s?k? ?t?h?e?i?r? ?p?l?a?c?e? ?i?n? ?P?a?r?a?d?i?s?e? ?t?o? ?g?i?v?e? ?y?o?u? ?s?u?c?h? ?p?o?w?e?r???!?"? The players raised her guns at it, trembling at the sound of his deeply manly yet crass and vile voice. "A kind and loving God that accepts us for all of our imperfections."

  "???N???o???!??? ???T???h???e??? ???O???u???t???e???r??? ???G???o???d???s??? ???a???n???d??? ???o???u???r??? ???C???o???s???m???i???c??? ???F???o???r???c???e???s??? ???a???r???e??? ???e???t???c???h???i???n???g??? ???t???o???w???a???r???d???s??? ???v???i???c???t???o???r???y???!??? ???H???o???w??? ???d???a???r???e??? ???y???o???u??? ???d???o??? ???t???h???i???s???!??? ???D???o??? ???y???o???u??? ???k???n???o???w??? ???h???o???w??? ???m???u???c???h??? ???w???e??? ???s???a???c???r???i???f???i???c???e???d???????!??? ???T???h???i???s??? ???i???s??? ???i???m???p???o???s???s???i???b???l???e???!???"??? With a chuckle, Jackson just shrugged his head. "Nothing is impossible with a little bit of faith, Demon General." The Demon General’s voice started to become more and more human-like, as if it was changing and learning just from the short conversation to the point his accent has turned into a foreigner who grasps the language.

  “Can you not understand what we are offering to man? A world gone of pain, suffering, war, and torture? I live in a world without Hate, there is no line dividing us, we are all equal, one, united, and undivided. For someone as smart and talented as you, can you not see what we are offering is Heaven on this mortal plane?” Hearing his voice, Jackson’s eyes open wide, surprised at the fact that his voice has completely become Human. “And who says we don’t want to feel? To hate? To feel anger and be deviant? Because… last I checked. Most people like to hate and be angry.”

  A convoy of armored vehicles drives up the highway behind them, exiting out is an extremely angry Thomas, helping Mars walk as the Knights of Shine Guards aided them in getting down from the high road.

  “Such a waste of a good soul.” Bahamut then walks behind Jackson, with Elizabeth and Alana on his flanks. They all had smiles on their faces as they looked down on the wounded Demon General. “It’s not a waste. It’s my feelings that brought me here, if my love for Elizabeth wasn’t there, Maltese would’ve gotten his way and the Heroes wouldn’t be as united as they are now.” he then points the tip of the Rapier at the Demon General’s head as he looked to the direction of Geraldia. “They’ll win, and revive those ancient Angelic Elves and push you all back to the hole you came from, like the disgusting vile cockroaches you all are.”

  Rushing in, Thomas hands Mars over to the Shine Guards as he gets to his knees, grabbing the Demon General by its collar and punching his head with all his might. “WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS?! どこで？何!？あなたは誰ですか!？なぜ私たちにそのようなことをするのですか!? HAH?!” his English accent slips as the man’s Eastern voice cries out in anger. “Kill the Gods, kill all the traitor Gods and pave the way for a new world.” Even though he was being punched by the max level player, he was still able to speak normally. “A world united, no longer divided by the strings of selfish Gods who gave mortals things they’ll never understand.”

  “I’d much prefer a divided people, one full of war, anger, hatred, pain, and suffering than one where there is nothing…” he looked at the women around him and he couldn’t help but shed a tear. “Because how can I not see beauty if I can’t feel the negatives of life? You speak good English for a Demon but you don’t get it, why I feel this way, don’t you?”

  Its empty expression just leans towards the Knight General. “Why do I need to know the feelings of a mere Man? Imperfect, lustful, hateful, and dirty.” Jackson shrugs his head as he puts his hand on Thomas’ shoulder. Making him stand up as the man bowed respectfully to him and returned to Mars’ side.

  “All those things gave me the vision to see beauty, there cannot be beauty without the ugly. Goodbye.” Driving the sword into the head of the Demon, it didn’t scream nor had a change of emotion. Merely letting the glass sword be driven into his head as its fiery eyes dims to a white fade. “Let’s go. We still need to clean up-” before he could continue, Bahamut grabs his head and gives him a long deep kiss.

  “Master, I will never meet another Human like you. Such a soul, such a warrior! This is the best time ever!” But before he could even nod to her, the Countess took his head and kissed him by the lips. “You better come back here, M’Lord. I will need to marry you. My estate needs to have children of your love and compassion.” and Elizabeth just smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead. “The mind of a warrior should not be filled with the anger towards his enemy, but the love for those he cherishes. A King raises his blade not for his selfish desires, but for his Nation.”

  With a smile to his face, he looks at her, his hand on her shoulder as he turns to Alana and then Bahamut. “Where are my Knights? I need my people here.” inside the city, with the death of their commander now spreading throughout, the Demon Legions was still extremely well organized but with Jackson’s new powers and weapon. He goes for their Lords, removing them without much problem as the remaining Legions fall prey to close air support with Bahamut being able to finally focus on controlling the airspace. Her usual AoE Flame magic burns up anything that tries to fly.

  Having their numbers culled, the last players were taken out of the city premises by the skeleton soldiers and to the overland terminal where the last busses accepted its final passengers as a huge convoy was prepared. A mixture of UN and Jackson’s remnant units.

  Knowing the dire situation, the Hell Priests gathered in the center of the city, finishing a giant magic circle which then opens a cosmic portal, coming out as a massive Humanoid drenched in metallic armor as its skin. Wielding a glass sword that was blindingly red in its color.

  Its four eyes would independently turn and look at different targets as it watches the city become fully emptied out by the Outworlders’ forces. Its head then turns to its right where Bahamut’s claws strike it. Leaving a deep scratch to his face as it screams which then turns into a laser breath that reflects off of the Black Dragon’s armor.

  Returning back to the evacuation point at the airport, with a plane from the UN ready to take off. The two Skeleton Generals saluted him. “Amazing work, the two of you. That defensive line on the hospital with the UN was perfect. Absolutely perfect.” unable to express their gratitude, the two former Demons just gave a thumbs up as he boarded the cargo plane.

  Inside the olden bus stop where the Sword Saint once escaped the city through, Jackson could see the buses as he looked at his firing device. As they escape through the tunnel, the cargo plane on a holding pattern, he screams to the players inside. “Everyone! Hold tight!” and as the city was overrun with the armies of the Underworld and the Giant now walking amongst it, walking through entire skyscrapers that’s the same as its height.

  The Mana Core deep underneath the concrete foundation overloads and a massive mushroom cloud is seen. Walking through the explosion, the Megademonus merely seemed annoyed by the mushroom cloud it was in as the portals and the Legions with it were all atomized, the objects and structures built using components from the Mana Core all turning into golden dust as those not made with its materials were burned up to not even ash but nothingness.

  A shockwave followed and then the ear blistering sound of the explosion as the aircraft Jackson’s on trembled violently. The city, made of materials that came from the Mana Core slowly disappears into the same divine sparkle dead players would turn into. All of it, disappearing down to the very rebars and concrete foundations.

  Whatever item on the settlement that wasn’t made with materials from the Mana Core had all but been atomized as the Giant Demon breathed in, clenching its fists, puffing its chest. It screams out a laser beam which Bahamut intercepts, using her body to deflect the laser from hitting the planes escaping out of the city. The creature angered and driven by fury as it sees the being that left a scratching mark on its armored face. Unable to even damage it as it flies away gleefully from the battleground.