Holding Bahamut like a pet, Paul walks amongst the night sky of the city of Sulpihitus, since Bahamut’s back was full of spiky thorns, the Knight General when rubbing her always does it with her belly which she absolutely loves. Her back feets kicking as she enjoys the rub.

“M’Lord, I’ve always wondered when you first met Bahamut.”

“Oh Alana, that’s one long ass story. One full of sniffing through guides and switching servers. I’m probably saying words you don’t understand right now but let’s just say it’s been fun.”

“I’d love to hear it. You two seem to have formed a deep bond.”

“Long story short, I collected a million Dragon scales, went up to the peak of Devil Mountain where I dodged Wyverns and Dragons like there’s no tomorrow. As a Wyvern can easily take out even a leveled Death Knight like me without a problem if not prepared. It was painful, stressful and annoying.”

“What’s a Wyvern? The Dragons in Threa never did have a four legged form such as Bahamut.”

“Really? Well a Wyvern… it's a two legged Dragon that has so imbalance it takes them a ton of energy to take off from normal flat grounds. Anyway, I went up the peak of Devil Mountain, submitted the Scales I got which gave me one metallic Dragon God scale which I was supposed to put on this Table that’s supposed to be an Altar.”

Elizabeth puts her hand up her chin, noticing a pattern.

“You seem to have performed a ritual to the Gods. One that even included an extremely rare and valuable item.”

“I guess so, like after putting the metallic Dragon Scale that was larger than my hand which is crazy big, Bahamut appeared! In her tiny form, Not gonna lie, I was absolutely taken aback by her cuteness.”

While retelling their story, Bahamut rubs her head at his chest, enjoying being pampered by him while in his head, he remembers that fateful day. Since he was wearing full Eldritch Armor made out of Dark Ingots, he didn’t care for Bahamut's spiky spine and just cuddled the little thing.

“What was her form before that M’Lord?”

“A giant ass super scary jet black armored Dragon of doom and destruction that has a world ending capability that is absolutely insanely powerful… but now she’s nothing but a tiny Dragon that acts like a house cat and or a cheerful dog at times.”

The Queen could sense something though, as something is watching them. But seeing how many people there were, she merely shrugs it off and goes back into their lively conversation.

“That is… hmm…”

“Also, no buying. None of you have your money so it's up to me to pay for anything you two get or damage. And remind ME if I get caught up in the window shopping and buy something… I am very… susceptible to good items that I can buy.”

“Why? Do you buy random Potions that you think will help you M’Lord?”

“Oh woman, aside from that. I have ones that I’ve randomly picked up. All piled and piled back at my home…”

Elizabeth on the other hand comes up close to him and helps rub Bahamut's tummy, making the small Dragon kick a little more as the Vampire could easily control her fingers' lightness and gives the little Dragon one of the best tummy rubs of its life. Alana on the other hand sees a large dress shop full of frilly long dresses. She tugs Paul and drags the two with her to it. Inside, the Knight General had to give the pampered Bahamut to Elizabeth as Alana was getting way too much into the more expensive ones. Having to be on her side to remind her that she’s only there to window shop.

“I’ve always wondered, but what language do you speak again Alana?”

“Romanz, It's an ancient dialect that’s been used by people who’ve herald from the Northern regions of Schon.”

“Can you try speaking it?”

“Mon Seigneur, achetez-moi une robe à froufrous.”

“That’s French. Bahamut, that’s French right?” he turns his head around to speak to Bahamut who was getting cradled by the Vampire Queen.

“French Master?”

“Yea, you know… the thing the people speak when we went on an adventure to the continent of Pepe. We met a guy named Jean Patisse.”

“Hmmm… it's close but it's not that language.”

“That’s weird, my passive Translation skill turns Dragonian into American English and Romanz into French… Hmmm… what do I sound like right now.”

“Your speaking English Master.”

He turns his head and speaks to Alana.

“What now?”

“Dragonian.”

“What the hell…?”

After an hour of browsing, the trio went back to their walking and Elizabeth found a library full of books translated into various languages from both worlds. One of which is Sun Tzu’s Art of War in Romanz. Reading it, she’s already impressed and only costs a mere 1 Gold Coin. Paul bought it for her and the entire time, she never let go of Bahamut. Cradling the little Dragon like a baby while he bought another Cooking book, this one about Modern Pastas and Pizzas in Romanz too. Outside, Elizabeth is reminded of her Crown which she hasn’t found.

“My Lord, do you have any idea where my Crown could be?”

“Your Crown…?”

Putting his hand up his chin, he starts thinking while walking on the street.

“Oh! I remember! It’s considered as an Ancient Artifact and was moved to another crate when you were defeated by us. I’ll have the Headquarters request to bring it back, do you need it immediately? We have to time it when we go to a settlement with an airfield which is far and few between.”

“Not really, but it's enchanted and the Jewelry on it can give me a lot of advantages in battle.”

“Oh, so it buffs you basically. Okay, if we stay in one spot for a week or so, I’ll get it transported to us.”

After a while, Paul finds an Armor and Weapons shop. Though he knows the prices are insane, he can’t help but check it for himself. Knowing how high quality the items are being sold in the city. Inside, his eyes immediately train on a set of Knight armor made out of Dragonscales. Bending into the display and tapping its chest plate.

“Woah, this is really… Dragon bones?!”

“Yes sir. Genuine Wyvern bones on the legs, Dragon ones on the chest as the Four legged Dragons have a thicker and heavier bone density.”

“Oh fuck, how much is this?”

“Ten thousand Gold Coins.”

“T-t-ten?!”

“Comes with a Kite shield too melted with Adamantium and Diamond.”

Meanwhile, Bahamut spots some shiny Enchanted Rubies meant to be storage of Mana to power up weapons that have run out. Elizabeth wasn’t ready as she just takes flight and lands on it across the shop. Rubbing her face on the side of the shiny red gem. Meanwhile, Alana sneaks up on Paul and grabs him by the collar.

“M’Lord, you said no spending on big things.”

“B-b-but… that looks so badass… and and I swear, I’ve seen that before in a game…”

“No buts M’Lord. El-Carmilla. Please take Bahamut, I can see why these two are together.”

Elizabeth walks up to the small Dragon, completely enamored by the enchanted Ruby.

“My Lord, it seems that you and this Dragon share a Brain.”

She picks up the Dragon by the scruff. Opening her eyes, Bahamut is shocked she’s already been picked up. Going on a tantrum as she wishes to get it, biting the air.

“Also My Lord. What’s with Bahamut and shiny objects?”

“Oh that? I vaguely remember back at her gigantic lair. She was sleeping on top of a massive pile of the rarest Gems and most Shiniest Ancient Coins and Artifacts.”

“I see… Though, the Ruby does look good.”

Alana then butts in. “Nope, no, no, no.” she drags them all outside, being a Vampire with immense strength. The woman had no problem dragging the problem childs outside.

“Oaky, M’Lord, what about instead finding a place to eat?”

“Uhhh… sure. Let’s go.”

Bahamut then speaks up.

“Master, I’d wish to recommend Pasta.”

“Pasta? Why not? I'm sure we can find a restaurant with an Italian theme.”

Back deep within the territory of Schon, the soldiers quickly put their guns up. Scanning the room for any movement while slowly walking to the table where the book is. A crass and old voice is heard from the air around them.

“I knew it would only be a matter of time… Who sent you?”

They ignore the sounds, still walking to the table.

“So, how was my assistant? Pretty good isn’t he? An old ancient Werewolf from this land. Given to me by King Nergal due to my research of the undead. I can see all your skeletons. Smart move, that means I won’t be able to identify any of you or take some of your flesh.”

Five who was near the book tries to grab it but is also blown away by a strange force. This prompts them to just surround it instead.

“What level were you all before coming here? You seem very resilient.”

Six and Five slowly rise from getting thrown like a piece of paper.

“Ahhh, it doesn't matter. I implore you all to try to take the book. It won’t work, though I might be willing to trade. You give me information and in return, I’ll lend you the Book of Kur.”

The soldiers continue to ignore him, scanning the room for the strange person. The Squad Leader then sees a discolored stone on the wall, using his underbarrel M203 grenade launcher, he fires onto it. Dislodging the stone and revealing a room where a dead man in fancy ornate ceremonial robes was standing on. They then shoot at him, making him fall down to the Portal room with them. He coughs from the smoke and proceeds to stand up.

“Amazing, good show. Good show. Eh, I knew this idea wasn’t very pog.”

The sentence caught the Squad Leaders attention.

“You're a damn player! One of us!”

“Yes. -cough- I am. Level One Hundred Necromancer. Pleased to meet you, soldier boy.”

“Why are you doing this? Don’t you want to go home?”

“Home? Why would I want to return. I’m a Hero here, a researcher of the highest echelon. I’m not gonna return to my Nine to Five job at Seven Eleven.”

“You son of a bitch. Just let us get the book, we need it to open the portal that’ll lead us back home.”

“Ah, I see. Your planning on harnessing the power of the underworld's artifacts ability to create a wormhole and redirect it to our dimension or something.”

“Sorry, We’re on a need to know basis.”

“Sad. But I’m sure it's somewhere along those lines.”

“Look, just give us the book and we’ll be on our merry way.”

“Can’t do that, though I have three more, the King wouldn’t want something like this.”

“Then so be it.”

The Squad Leader quickly dematerialized his combat uniform and turns into a Divine Knight with a Holy Sword.

“WAIT!”

“Say your last words, Necromancer.”

“Behind you.”

He immediately spawns his shield, stopping the blow of the bearded man which sends him flying. The Necromancer on the other hand appears behind him with a Ceremonial Knife aimed at his back. His squadmates see this and open fire on the two. Saved by his men, he regains his footing and proceeds to clash with the bearded man who instantly turns into a huge half human half werewolf creature. Its hands clash with the man's holy sword, stopping it.

Meanwhile his squadmates annoy the Necromancer, shooting at him every time he’d try to appear all the while Seven plants explosives on the base of the table, planning to destroy it and fetch the book. Keeping the Ancient Werewolf at bay, the Squad Leader starts chanting buffs on himself.

“Light of Antioch, Severe Survival, Holy Divine Light of Veer, Walls of the Old, Power of the Divine, Blessed Weapons of Jericho.” He kept stacking buffs on himself till he was able to overpower the Wolf. The Necromancer in return summons a high level undead Orc giant. The creature almost fills the entire room, with dark miasma coming off of it. Two in return change to his Divine Knight outfit, and follow suit. Fighting the giant Orc head on with his bulky holy armor.

The Necromancer then blasts them with constant repeating attacks of Poison and Decay, these are Greenish balls of death. To his surprise, the Knights were of a higher level and he wasn’t visibly damaging their armor but not to an extent that would do much harm. Now high on buffs, the Squad Leader casts Holy Light, blinding the Werewolf. He uses this opening to teleport behind the Magician and slice his head off. He notices this and uses his Staff to block the Holy Sword.

“CLEAR!” Seven blew the table and Eight was able to grab it quickly. He puts it on his portal.

“NO!” The Necromancer casts a ball of fire, it engulfs the exit of the room and collapses the door frame. Now in serious mode, he chants while his Orc and Werewolf cover him.

“Oh Lords of the Underworld, give me this blessing to destroy these would-be attackers. I CHANT TO YOU ALL! THE DEMON GODS, THE PILLARS OF EVIL TO FILL THE AIR WITH YOUR MIASMA AND REJECT THESE DAMNED MORTALS SOULS!”

A shockwave is sent through the room, and the soldiers look at one another in confusion. Seven on the other hand fetches a block of C4 and throws it on the wall. He takes the clacker and clicks. Destroying the stone wall and revealing the hallway. The Squad Leader with Two stand side by side, planning on delaying them.

“You dare go against Dark World VR’s best Necromancer?! The one that took over the player Kingdom of Freedous with nothing but undead units?! You fucking thieves are all gonna pay!”

“Yea right fucking hoarder. We won’t be here if you didn’t take all of the Books of the Underworld. There’s Four of them for a reason and no player has any use for more than one.”

“Eat shit mortal.”

A fight ensues inside as the remaining eight Black Ops soldiers run to the hallway just to be met with heavily armored Knights. They shoot at them but they’re bullets just ping off their chestplate. Desperate, they materialize their swords. Clashing with the Knights in melee combat.

Hundreds of miles away, the Admiral of a Carrier Strike Group calls upon someone on the phone.

“Yes sir, they have retrieved the book but have been surrounded. I’m looking through squad member Seven’s helmet cam and it doesn’t look good. I’d like for an authorization for an air attack using Venoms and Cobras sir. We’re close, very close.”

Nodding and listening, the decorated Admiral then puts up a smile.

“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

He returns the phone and with a big happy face stretches his left arm.

“I want a scramble of all possible aircrafts to the Demon Kingdom and to call upon all available strike packages. I want every conceivable Marines we have on this ship to board the helicopters and save our Mercenary group.”

The television in front of him shows not only the Helmet cam of the Squad Member Seven but also of a Drone flying outside the Gothic Castle. It shows thousands of Grunts running to the Gates while hundreds of Demon Knights on Horseback are approaching through the South entrance fast. He then goes around the bridge to the left and takes the Mic of the Bridge crew.

“This is Papa Bear to Delta team. It seems that you guys are a bit troubled.”

“Yes sir! We’re requesting immediate reinforcements! We have the Package over!”

“Good copy Delta. I want you Mercs to return home alive. I have over ten Venoms and six Cobras being prepared to collect you guys. Stay tight over.”

“We’ll try sir!”

The remaining Eight soldiers of the Black Ops squad arrive at the Garden of the Castle. Around them, Demons and Humans are attacking them with Swords, Arrows and Lancers. Quickly running low on bullets. Just as they’re about to use their swords, AGM-114 Hellfires rain down from the skies. The MQ-9 Reaper Drone that was watching them has started to fire missiles in hopes of lightening the load. Body parts start flying and more missiles rain down, destroying parts of the ornate Castle. The soldiers were still getting overloaded with the sheer amount of Grunts rushing them, and in the basement. The Squad Leader and Two are getting beaten down by the Werewolf who has hundreds of years worth of experience. Without their buffs and armor, they both would’ve died long ago.

Back at the Carrier Hand of God, Six flights of F/A-18 Super Hornets take off. With Afterburners on, they head off to the continent. Meanwhile the Arleigh Burke class destroyers fire Tomahawk missiles aimed at the Courtyard and other open areas of the Castle. The flight of fighter jets with guided munitions quickly arrive at the Capital city, with the Sun slowly rising on the horizon. The soldiers are in the Garden, with the Squad Leader severely wounded with curses. Not even their Health Potions are able to save the poor man from the sheer pain while Two has his left hand severed but using his right hand is shooting at their attackers.

“Gambler One to Delta, take cover. We’ll be dropping the heat out.”

Bombs accurately drop on the Grunts and Knights, destroying large pockets and cavalry rushing the tired Squad. Like a big Christmas tree, the Castle is lit up like a candle. Parts of it flying off from the shrapnel and shockwaves of the continuous explosions. The citizens around the castle panic and Knights start evacuating them to a safer distance as more firepower is dropped.

Back at the Carrier, they managed to assemble Fifteen UH-1Y Venoms supported by Seven AH-1Z Cobras. All fully loaded with Skeleton soldiers, the only squad with players is the Command Section. Other than that, everyone else are mindless skeleton Marines. Players on the bridge and deck cheer on as the choppers take flight, flying to the Demon Continent. Inside the helicopter of the Colonel in charge, he inserts his Recorders cable to a Speaker and it presses play. Rolling Stones - Paint it Black screams from the speakers as the Venom flies towards the continent and the Sun slowly rises on the horizon.

“To all Callsigns, keep your eyes peeled and your guns loaded. We’ll be invading a Kingdom of more than two million inhabitants, if we do this cleanly, they won’t even expect us coming and we’ll be able to evac Delta team without a hitch. Lock n’ load people!”

Using the rising Sun as a cover, the Air Assault’s presence is overpowered by the light. Fast and brazenly approaching the Capital Laeyla. On the ground, Squad Member 12 respawn at the nearby Church. This time, the Alleyways and roads are full of enemy combatants, forcing the soldier to fight his way to the Castle walls. Lucky to him, the more powerful ones are around the Garden, trying to overwhelm the Black Ops squad. Up in the skies, the Super Hornets are dogfighting low level Dragons. The Bus sized flying lizards are helpless to the speed and energy of the F/A-18s, booming and zooming past them as one by one, they get shot down by Air to Air missiles.

Back in the Garden, a strange woman with silver hair and tanned skin appeared. She was wearing a black Knight armor. She wields a massive greatsword and bullets are ineffective against her.

“Uhhhh… One! We need to run immediately!”

The Squad Leader doesn’t respond, forcing Three to go to his cover where he was last seen. To his surprise, the player is dead. At that point, his body should’ve dematerialized already and respawned at a Church.

“TO ALL SQUAD MEMBERS, ONE IS KIA! I REPEAT ONE IS KIA!”

“Papa Bear to Delta, can you repeat that over?”

“His dead Papa Bear! Our Squad Leader isn’t respawning!”

“Fuck, affirmative. Colonel Carter should be arriving soon! Sit tight!”

“Roger, can I request some Hellfires on that sexy silver haired bitch? She seems dangerous. Over”

“Yea, we’re seeing her in our thermals.”

Hellfires start raining down on the well endowed girl, using her Shield she resists the high explosive rockets raining on her. This prompted Papa Bear to call in the Super Hornets to start dropping GBUs on her which they did, the bombs were powerful enough to throw her around. Forcing the woman to hide inside the Castle as the Garden gets decimated and piles of bodies mount up.

Tired, battered and low on ammo, the squad slowly hears sounds of whirlwind wind.

“LOOK TO THE WEST! FIRE A FLARE!”

Five who was in the middle of reloading his M203 dropped the 40mm grenade and loaded in a Green flare. Firing it right above them.

“Delta, this is Colonel Carter from the Ninth Marine Battalion of the Guild of Gallous Reapers. We see your flare, sit tight and prepare for a show.”

The AH-1Z Cobra’s immediately started unloading with their Tri Barrel 20mm chainguns, churning thousands of grunts into red paste as unguided Hydra rockets strike the castle walls. The music changes on the speakers, playing the House of the Rising Sun by The Animals.

“Good shot Piper, I want you to lay down more fire on the eastern side.”

“Sir, Project Army of the Damned seems to be successful.”

“Yep, these mindless skeletons are perfect for operating these machines and using guns.”

UH-1Y Venoms quickly open their passenger doors, letting the mounted Marines inside open fire as one lands on the Garden. The Black Ops squad quickly board it as the large undead Orc escapes the Eastern Wing, destroying the Research building. The Cobra’s quickly notice this and fire rockets into the giant. Its thick skin tanks the high explosive rockets but trembles from the shockwaves and shrapnel. This sends it on a frenzy, it scans around and could see the last of the squad members boarding a helicopter.

It makes a mad dash, destroying the beautiful lawn on the Research building and crushing some grunts. It reaches the Venom and grabs into its skids. The mindless skeleton Pilot instantly pulls the Collective as high as it could.

“Wait one Delta, we have a flight of Hornets about to drop the heat.”

Two F/A-18 Super Hornets flying above them drop four Paveway II laser guided bombs. The explosion vaporizes the upper half of the Orc. Its hand lets go and the Venom quickly flies into formation. Dodging Dragons and Winged Demons.

“Good shit Delta! I apologize for the loss of your Squad Leader, but his sacrifice shall be remembered. With the Book of Kur, we’ll be able to start the Portal that’ll take us home.”

“Yes sir, I hope this doubles our payment.”

“I’ll talk to high command and even triple it.”

Two puts his Advanced Combat Helmets mounted Mic up. He rests his back on the seat and watches the formation of helicopters fly into the Sun. Back at the Nimitz Class Supercarrier, the Admiral sees through Seven’s helmet cam the Book of Kur. He immediately picks up a Red Telephone and dials in One.

“Hello Sir, Operation Nutcracker is a success with the loss of one personnel.”

A faint “WHAT?!” is heard through the phone and after some loud mumbling, the Admiral sets the phone down.

“Well, that went well.”

After a few hours, the helicopters return to the Carrier Strike Group. Delta team receives an honorary return with skeleton soldiers and the deck crew saluting to the battered squad. A medical team respectfully removes their dead Squad Leader and is brought to the Med Ward for an examination.

Thousands of miles away, Paul’s Player Tab opens up to do his daily check on the group chat, with the Guild Chat spamming his player name. It said “CHECK SAT PHONE.” This cuts his luxurious lunch, with him having to teleport his Satellite Phone while in the background, Elizabeth feeds Bahamut some Carbonara while Alana is visibly enjoying her Lasagna with every bite taking her to a different place.

“Ladies, excuse me please.”

He stands up while the two Vampires with Bahamut eat their steak. Going outside of the restaurant and to the sidewalk. Waiting, the phone rings. It’s John.

“Hello, John? What’s up?”

“The Guild of Gallous got the Book of Kur, the Merc team they sent got one loss.”

“As in… dead?”

“Yep. The Med Team in the First Carrier Strike Group said he was cursed. Basically changing his soul to respawning to actually dying.”

“So there’s a method to permanently kill us?”

“Yes. I’m calling you now to warn you. Watch your back, most of all if you're gonna visit the Demon Continent. Make sure they don’t identify you.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t.” He reluctantly looks back inside the restaurant with the two Vampires enjoying their Italian cuisine. “How did he die anyways?”

“A player Necromancer casted some AoE curse, we’re thinking it might be DeadChurch, one of the most notorious undead users in Dark World VR.”

“I see, this shits fucked. But any other news?”

“They used an all Skeleton Air Assault Unit to recover the Merc Team. Led by Colonel Carter.”

“Wait, they’re already combat testing it?”

“Yea and it worked like a fine and well oiled motor. It’s more than possible, next month the UN is planning on testing entire Corps or ABCTs full of mindless skeletons. We also sent the performance of our all skeleton army to them.”

“That’s amazing, this’ll cut down our staff and soldier numbers. We might even be able to level the playing field against our enemies.”

“I know, that’s all really. Keep safe out there.”

“Where are you anyways?”

“Oh me? I’m in the desert. Continent of Meridian, you should see their Slave Market here. It’s insane.”

“I can only imagine. Keep safe too.”

“Yep…. Oh!”

“Yea, what’s up?”

“The UN has approved the Diplomatic mission to the Vampire Kingdom. Since Missus Elizabeth said she’d be willing to go if I remember correctly, I’ll be signing you up. Ready to meet a million or two bloodsucking monsters?”

“Just get it over it.”

“Roger, don’t worry, we’ll be assembling other Guild Officers with Vampire Traits or Companions. You aren’t the only one who has found themself a beautiful Vampire lady to be with.”

“Alright. Look I gotta go, these two might burn through my entire budget if I leave them alone.”

“Pain of having women in your life. Good luck.”

He hangs and proceeds back inside the restaurant and his seat. The two Vampires look at him intently.

“Uhhh… yes?”

“So, what was that about?” The Vampire Queen was already on him. Noticing his serious face in the middle of the conversation.

“The United Nations Carrier Strike Group from the Guild Gallous got a very important piece of artifact needed to open the portal that’ll take us home.”

“Then what’s with the tone My Lord?”

“The Merc team they hired to do the dirty work lost one of their members. Dead, as you know, we respawn at a Church or an Altar after dying. But not this time. He actually died. Bled out from his wounds and accelerated by the curses he got from a Necromancer.”

“EHHHH?” The two Vampires are shocked, while Bahamut on the other hand continues to eat her Pasta.

“Yea, so things might get a bit more dangerous now.”

“Don’t worry! You have two mighty Vampires with you and a Dragon!”

The Vampire Queen pats his back, but due to her power he instead felt as if he was getting punched by a bear. It was so powerful it threw his cap off and messed up his hairstyle.

“Oops! I forgot you're a human.”

“Ow-ow-ow. Woman, you know I am one!”

He fixes his black hair, parting it on the left side and he notices that the hair on his back is a bit long. Making him look like a Noble.

“Can we go to a Barber? I think I’m starting to grow a ponytail.” The Queen immediately jumps to comment.

“Can’t you grow it? It fits you very well.”

“Don’t know how to maintain long hair.”

“Pffttt… BAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Wha… What's so funny about that?”

“You literally have two Vampires with very long hair alongside you all this time My Lord.”

“Well, it's embarrassing and I’m used to my clean cut.”

They continued to walk and later found a Theater that was doing live plays while he was busy asking people how far the Barber was from the Square. Meanwhile behind him, Alana is looking at a Poster on the Theater’s wall. It shows some Romantic Tragedies and she became interested in one named “Salome”. She grabs the General’s collar and drags him to the ticketing booth. She materializes some Coins and pays for all four of them.

Paul’s never seen a live action romance story, so he was curious at first but after the first half, he fell asleep while Alana is visibly entranced from the Actors performance. The Queen on the other hand was stoked at their skill and the effects while her eyes would occasionally wonder, sensing as if someone was looking directly at her.

“What amazing actors, and those effects. How did they do it?”

“I cannot believe this! Such a seductress. Queen Elizabeth, were you ever like that too?”

“I guess? Though I never did remember much when I was endlessly thirsty for blood and grieving my existence.”

“Such an interesting story though, I wonder if this actually happened in our Lord’s world.”

“I’m sure something of that sort must’ve happened.”

When Salome asked for John the Baptist’s head, the crowd full of Natives went haywire. This awakened the General who was drooling at his seat. He almost pulled his pistol if it weren’t for Elizabeth holding his wrist. On the other hand, Alana is also with the crowd.

“Don’t do it King!”

He never sees her invested in something, and leaves her be. Going back to sleep. In his mind, he’s at a Hill, looking down on the bloodied soil where his soldiers and the armored Royal Knights of Breznick lay dead with cannons powered by Mana Cores lay crewless with soldiers using Lances and wearing enchanted steel armor lay dead. Hearing a grunt, he looked up and could see the Sword Saint of Dark World VR coming at him, with her beautiful face bloodied from the fierce fighting. His hands instinctively raises his Longsword, the two’s blades were opposites of one another. Light and Dark, but only one was gonna walk out of this fight alive. The other will have to respawn.

Knowing that at this major battle, the nearest Church is about a hundred miles away, he fights back. Giving it his all while in the back, M1A2 Abrams are rushed by Divine Knights and its turrets cut open by the hot swords while his men rush the Knights, shocked to see their bullet proof. Some even throw themselves at them while pulling the pins of their last grenades and holding it tightly in front of their vest.

As they clash, the battle continues and on one of the trenches, a radio operator is trying his best to call for an airstrike. As the players around him frantically shoot at the grunts rushing them, he’s on a long range radio that has lost its color due to the mud.

“EXCALIBUR! WE’RE OVERRUN! THEY’VE TAKEN THE MOUNTAIN, WE’RE REQUESTING DANGER CLOSE FIRE MISSION!”

“NEGATIVE WE’RE OUT OF ORDNANCE!”

“THEN WHO THE FUCK IN THIS NET STILL HAS AMMO LEFT?!”

“This is Morgan to Justicia, we still have some White Phosphorus rounds left. Though we don’t recommend-”

“CALLING IN FOR DANGER CLOSE, WAIT FOR EIGHT DASH COORDS!”

As he talked, a squad of Royal Knights carrying the Flag of Breznick jumped through his trench. The soldiers were shooting at them with their M4A1s but their armor was too strong. passing through burned out and disabled Strykers and Bradleys and reaching the top of the Mountain, they place it down as the strong wind blows the flag showing Breznick’s iconic Griffin holding a Sword and Bow. One of the Fifty Cals that was still active turned around, even with their armor the large bullet hitting them at such a rate made them fall and soldiers rushed them. Pumping their helmets eye holes with bullets.

Paul on the other hand was getting tired, the Sword Saint is a trained woman, she knows how to use her weapon. If it weren’t for his equipment, he would’ve died long ago. Visibly gasping for air, he looks at the top of the mountain as rounds hit the area behind the Saint. It was White Phosphorus and the screams of the Knights and Grunts filled the air. Noticing the flag of Breznick, he raises his sword at the Trenchline.

“MEEEEEN! REMOVE THAT FILTH FROM OUR TERRITORY!!”

One of the soldiers raises his assault rifle and screams from the top of his voice.

“YES SIR!!!”

“Will, the fuck are you planning on doing?”

“You see that Abrams at our Thirty?”

“It's disabled. The crew is dead.”

“No not that you fuckwit. The Flag!”

The other soldier sees that the M1A2C Main Battle Tank was flying the flag of Eldwood. The horned Skull with two swords behind it and a kite shield.

“No.”

“Get me the others, we’ll do this.”

“Fuck alright. PROVIDING COVER! THREE, FOUR AND SIX, FOLLOW SL!”

He opens fire with his M249 SAW, littering the slope with a hail of bullets. The Squad Leader then rushes up the trench with three of his men. They run to the Main Battle Tank riddled with holes. Dodging Fireballs, Lightning and Enchanted Arrows. They made it, two took cover and started firing while the other two climbed the tank and removed the flag from the radio antenna.

“Okay! Return to the Trenches!”

As they run, some of the Grunts see them. One with an enchanted Compound Bow was about to take a shot at the Squad Leader who has the flag attached to his backpack when a Sniper takes his head out. The other remaining soldiers at the Trenchline give them cover, shooting any enemy that tried to get close. They reached them unharmed.

“Where’s the Flagpole?”

“At the Underground bunker. Follow me.”

The soldier leads the Squad Leader to a makeshift bunker inside the mountain made out of logs and opens a worn crate revealing a Battle Pole with a spike on both ends. They immediately unscrew one end and put the flag of Eldwood on it. The soldier then goes on his radio.

“I want the squads that’s still combat effective to follow Fulcrum One to the top of the mountain, defend him as he puts our flag up there.”

Three squad leaders replied, all patriotically commenting that this mountain will always be Eldwood.

“Do you still have some mags left?”

“Yea, here take four.”

He appears out of the bunker with the Battle Pole in hand and the Flag of Eldwood attached to it. The wounded and tired soldiers, with their OCP BDUs full of mud and blood stood up, saluting the flag as more artillery fire dropped on the front of the trenchline. Throwing more dirt into them. Miles back, General James and Escobar in combat uniforms arrive, bringing more M777 Howitzers to support the fight. The Colonel on site salutes them.

“Kept ya waiting huh?” James puts up a big smile while pretending to have an eyepatch.

“Sorry muchacho. Was waiting for the dip on my Nachos. Had to log in again.” Escobar makes a thumbs up.

The Colonel on the other hand just looks confused as armor rolls through the forests and helicopters fly over them.

“Sirs, the frontline is dire. General Paul has been holding out for over five hours now, we’ll need more support. My Howitzers has also ran out of---”

Escobar puts his finger on the Colonel's mouth. Silencing him.

“Shush Colonel, we’re here and we bought more than enough rounds to blow up the entire mountain range.”

F-16 Block 70s blast past them. Back at the Frontline, the soldiers shoot their way through the top of the mountain, the last Grunt defending the flag of the United Kingdom's flag has a Short sword. He got shot with the Squad Leaders sidearm. Picking up the base of the pole, he notices on the horizon a massive formation of Apaches and Blackhawks. The soldiers on the frontline are unable to see this, so he times it. Noticing the F-16 Vipers, he quickly pulls the pole out with three other soldiers and as he embeds theirs, the Fighter Jets zoom from the top of the mountain.

The incredible sight gives the soldiers on the trenches a great boost in morale, fighting even harder and more furiously. The Jets drop Napalm on the base of the Mountain, and dogfights Breznick’s Aerial Dragon Wing using Boom and Zoom Tactics. Down below, Paul is gravely wounded. As he hears his men scream in victory, he attacks the Sword Saint, her Golden armor gleaming proudly all the while he in his IOTV Kevlar vest and FAST ballistic helmet was of little use and she stabs him in the chest with her Divine Sword while his only scratches hers.

“Fuck you…”

“Why didn’t you wear your Eldritch Armor?”

“What kind of leader… am I… If I can’t wear the same uniform as my men…”

She then removes it, swiftly. Blood starts pouring out of the General’s stomach and he drops on the ground. Without even looking at him, Elizabeth turns at the mountain, her long blonde hair lifted by the strong winds. She then rushes to the trenchline and the soldiers there immediately spot her. As she was about to jump them, an Apache appeared, the Co Pilot opened fire with his 30mm chain gun. Forcing her to materialize her shield as she’s thrown aback by the high explosive rounds.

Paul was then awakened by the clapping inside the Theater. The Cast was bowing on stage and the two Vampires were standing with the rest, complimenting them on the amazing acting. Outside, they couldn’t stop talking about how good the play was while he on the other hand looks like he’s been through a battle. Bahamut notices this and flies to his shoulder.

“Do you remember something Master?”

“Yea, the Battle for Hill Five. It was one if not the most brutal battle I’ve ever been in. I felt her sword… piercing me again…”

He then follows the two Vampires as they continue chatting about how Salome used her beauty and seductiveness to get her way with men.

“What’s important now is getting home right?”

“Yea, you’re right Bahamut. That battle though, we won it but the next few days when more player Kingdoms came to help Breznick, we were outnumbered One to Thirty then One to Sixty.”

“Ah yes, that battle. I do remember it, I also remembered you reminding your friends not to use me.”

“Of course, we already have so few Dragons. I can’t afford to lose you. The payment alone will hurt my wallet for ages and my ego would be shattered if my beloved companion would fall in battle.”

Meanwhile, Elizabeth could still feel as if someone was watching her. But couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. Knowing how long it has been, she’s now on edge. Ready to pounce at any moment.