Army of the Damned

VOLUME 4 Chapter 1

As a deafening silence dawned on the line of tanks sitting in their respective trenches. Jackson's eyes focused onto the battered grasslands as Rostock's Kamaz and Ural transport trucks constantly kept going back and forth from the entrance as any members of Kingsland who didn't want to be there were taken away from the heart of the conflict.

Above him, Bahamut was still constantly orbiting around Kingsland, her watchful gaze looking down upon the little players scurrying about the place as the shadows of her wings would drape over portions of the forest and the city. Even down below, the tankers with their engines turned off could hear her flapping. Occasionally, they'd look directly above them to behold their lives with the ancient creature.

Slowly, Jackson finishes his breakfast of some hard bread and dozes off to sleep once again. "I'll charge it head on. They can kill me but it'll be hard, these guys are mostly low level pawns." His voice was a bit muffled by his Eldritch Knight Helmet, the Black Armor of the suit gleaming as the sun's ray bounced off it. "Alright, Me and Hassan will go around. Francis and Elmer will charge head on into the Castle."

"Yep, also John. Watch out for Divine Casters, I can see those bastards and their golden robes from here." In his large horned helmet, the Archer Knight Hybrid peeks out of their cover, seeing the defenses on the battlements, littered with Mages and Bowmen. "Yea, yea you too Jackson. We should've bought our Legions. This is insanity."

"Kranken can take my place if I die. Dudes got a brand spanking Hell Horse afterall. Junior with some slack should be able to go back here from the Altar in about... thirty minutes-ish?" He tugs the reins of his armored demon horse, it gallops, letting out a ghostly wail and starts charging straight to the gates of a massive wall defending a Castle and town. After getting close, the Archer NPCs on the wall were able to hit him but his armor was too tough to be penetrated or even scratched.

"GOOD LUCK GUYS!" He screams one last time before he ejects from the horse, slicing and dicing players and NPCs alike. Like the Demon God has sent its champion down to them, the blackened armor, with its sharp metallic horns that's the same as a Dragon's cuts down their allies without any mercy. Those brave enough to go after him met a swift but painless death.

"Pretty nice that you guys were able to hit me. Courageous, keep that up. This game is hard but if you try and try, you'll succeed. Don't be afraid. C'mon! Fight me!" It riled up some of the players to fight him, though they tried, each slash would merely ping off his Black Steel plate, not even leaving a dent as some with Maces attempted to hit his head only to be thrown away with his elbow swing.

It was when the last NPC grunt was slain did more powerful players ambush him. Caught off guard, he had to use his shield and tank the barrage of Divine and Fire magic. Magic Missiles and Purple Flaming Firebolts were being rapidly shot at him from all angles, his blackened cape vividly floating from the Spatial Magic being used to keep him from moving.

Spectral Swords and Burning Tornados then soon appeared, to the shock of the Astrology Mages, their magic was moot as he effortlessly moved. Charging head on and slicing the tornadoes one by one with his Greatsword. The flaming blade that's taller than him, with a blade thinner than a hair then cut down the incoming Magic Missiles.

Everyone then stopped as he stood still. Looking at his Player Menu, all of his limbs were undamaged and his plate armor's condition was only lessened by a mere .4 percent. He stands up and is met with four Divine Knights in full golden armor. They looked like magnificent Knights of Heaven, with helmets adorned by horns that looked like feathers, His right foot instinctively steps back. With a glinting polished armor and an orange tabard on top that holds the symbol of the One God, Jackson's head lowers as he stares at the player. "Heh, you people even have Paladins, huh."