《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》The Battle of Passage of the Great Skull
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Magestia's council chambers.
On a large tactical screen installed by the Japanese, the generals and assistants of Queen Unicorn could see the disaster that their ally, well now their imperial army had just suffered.
Three legions were lost and fortunately the most valuable fighting ships managed to teleport and joined Magestia's fleet. Of the four legions, only one returned, at least a small part.
They were magnificent caravels covered with magical diamond powder offering protection against any physical attack.
Heavy and electronic weapons were being installed for the upcoming battles.
When the first reports indicated that the entire air support group had just been blown to pieces, they opted for another strategy but it was too late to retreat the other 6 legions.
General Thulius received the information by manacom to withdraw but the two armies were now facing each other.
But in the north, an army of 4 legions came in support and was going to take us in pincers.
It was then that Demodragon summoned the 59th legion and his general Valcor.
A huge, winged being resembling a giant vulture got down on his knees and repeated his allegiance to his master.
"Master Demodragon, I am ready and awaiting your command."
Demodragon: "Although Ivan is your master, in theory... ...he is not yet ready... I expect you to do better. If you repel this army, you will gain ten places in the hierarchy.
Valcor: "Of course, master."
Demodragon "Be careful, they have new weapons mixing magic and technology. They also have guns. Super arrow spears. Take the necessary armor and counterattachments."
I'm testing Hirrax to see how she handles the battlefield with the lizard men.
Valcor: "I sense high spirits among the enemies. Shall we defeat them?"
Demodragon: "No, this is the test of Hirrax and the lizard people. We have heard their prayers and devotion to Mother and we give them a chance to join the infernal army of Tiamat, our mother and goddess."
Valcor: "We don't have a minute to lose. I will defend the northern front."
Demodragon: "Expect blessed knights, soldier-monks and mighty horsemen sent by angels as last-minute reinforcements."
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Valcor, nodded and disappeared into a purple smoke.
Meanwhile, Misha, the lizard woman, was riding a trained wyvern. The saurians had many affinities with each other and often lived with mutated lizards, some the size of dragons or dinosaurs.
Their fighting strength was not to be taken lightly. They also had a mastery of the magic of fire and lightning.
In their battles it was common to see tornadoes of fire falling on their enemies and they also had lightning cannons mounted on almost dinosaur-like creatures larger than a mammoth. A kind of triceratops topped with turrets.
The lizard men, overpowered by the magic of chaos, swarmed the troops of Magestia's empire.
Tanks added at the last minute by the Japanese joined the battle but did little good in the end.
Rifles and guns had a questionable result.
Only the magic cannons brought something, capable of piercing the shields and causing devastating results.
Magic gems and magic equipment were not yet compatible with modern weaponry, and due to lack of time and haste, traditional magic weapons were used.
As in any war, old equipment is scrapped on the front lines and the best is kept for defense and planned operations.
The empire also had Stalin's rocket lances and types of organs to smash the artillery to pieces.
The high elves took up positions near the ruins and the gorge of the Great Skull.
This was the new base that the infernal army wanted to establish. The rock looked like a giant dragon skull, giving access to an underground maze.
General Thullius, right-hand man of Navarre gave the order to attack. Hoping surprise from the north would tear them to pieces. The monk General Proconor was rushing from north to south.
They had cut through obstacles and had landed secretly several weeks before and had to synchronize with the bombardment of the fleet. Unfortunately for them the fleet was destroyed by Ivan but managed to destroy the portal and prevent any reinforcements.
The order to retreat was sent to them by manacom but turning their backs on a prepared army meant total destruction.
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We might as well try to defeat them with 10 legions remaining, the 6 of Thulius and the 4 of Proconor.
There would only be two or three legions at most.
But thanks to Ivan, Hirrax and Demodragon, the infernal army had its 2 US legions, left behind and the helldrakes, wounded, exhausted and under intensive repair. They were no longer available. 3 legions of lizard men wanted to prove their worth and 1 legion of Valcor had just been summoned by Demodragon to face the monk-soldier Proconor.
The empire waited for the charge of the lizard men, but they had been overpowered by the magi and arch-liches of the infernal army.
The men shouted victory in advance in order to undermine the morale of the opposing troops.
There was very little sexual dimorphism in the lizard men, apart from their adornments. This is why men and women fought side by side on the battlefield without making the slightest discernment.
Strength, musculature, size and violence were equal in both genders.
They did not often wear clothing because they were proud to display their shiny blue scales, enhanced with ornaments and adornments, often made of gold, to show their status and wealth.
The lizard-men began to bombard the high elf archers with their wyverns and despite their courage some fell to the ground, trapped and Misha, who coordinated the attacks of her manacom did not escape the arrows of the elves. She was shot by a ball of lightning.
She was shot and dragged to the ground. Having no time to straighten up before an elf officer, the slow and certain gait took his sword to impale her.
Lying on the ground, she reached out her arm to avoid the fatal blow.
But, just as the imperial sword was about to fall...
A drake, ridden by her husband, caught the elf and made a bite of it.
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH... (mmh... good) elf...
On the other side, the gator men tightened up like a gigantic armor of scales and muscles and swooped into the heap.
The technique of the lizard men was more efficient than the humans: They tightened each other, walked as one in synchronization.
The result was not long in coming: carnage!
The magic hammers of the gator men pulverized the infantry and made horrible bleeds in Magestia's troops.
The artillery began to fire and the gunmen aimed at the gator men but the bullets bounced off their reinforced scales.
Some were dyed and some spikes covered with gold and tribal finery.
They were more beasts than humans, but their intelligence was no match for humans. Hissa was living proof of this.
The ranks of the gunmen were broken into groups...
And after a few minutes, all that remained was an ochre mass of what was Magestia's first imperial army.
The giant lizards would catch the men and even use them as clubs to smash them against their troops
Magestia and the unified empire lost 1/6 of its military strength that day.
When at Valcor... more troops, another battle and equally gory carnage...
Demons and soldiers of chaos came to mingle in the battle.
Humans panicked when the warriors of chaos broke out and their cries of victory were soon replaced by cries of panic.
The lasers had little effect.
The result also in the north: an ochre mass.
Valcor himself crushed the strongest troops and tore General Proconor to pieces.
Thus ended the Battle of the Great Skull.
The Infernal army and the army of the Lizard Men merged for their greatest joy.
Bathed in blood, they savored the honor and glory of their unified people.
Hirrax was congratulated by Demodragon and promoted along with Valcor.
I was content to heal the troops and the Helldrakes...
Crunch Crunch,
The sound was hellish.
The mecha had wings and pieces of Japanese airplanes and devoured the wings and pilots, some had the wings full of fuel and happily sucked up the flammable liquid.
In this way, they regenerated themselves and the damaged pieces grew back.
It was violent. Yes, but that's the way it was.
There were no prisoners...
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