Warhammer 40K: Anti-Haremist [OC]

[C25] Smartphone: Destroyer Cult - Part 2

Usually, when threats come and ruin plans, some plans get salvaged by doing it earlier than expected like some sort of premature birth. However, that doesn't stop the sickening thick green rays of otherworldly weapons from striking what was thought to be invincible, powerful.

The Regulus Empire is the unlucky victim of the Necron's expansion. Coming out of nowhere, multiple kingdoms within the Ruglus Empire fell, seemingly simultaneously. The capital of Ruglus was no exception.

Fires spread across even stone-walled buildings and giant craters were planted on the ground and the structures alike. Even if all there is, is damage, the screams of citizens and desperate civilians echoed loudly.

A coup that was planned on this particular day was the same day that the Necrons attacked en masse. What a damn unfortunate coincidence.

His Imperial Highness was in a tight situation, with General Bazoar, his supposed usurper. They were forced to work together if they both wanted to live. The coup had turned into an alliance between the General and the Imperial family.

Zephyrus: "Bazoar, I am against declaring war on the other countries, you know this."

His Imperial Highness spoke, looking on from the banister of his palace.

Bazoar: "Gaagh. You don't get it, you mentally deranged old man."

They were still on relatively bitter terms with each other but had to work together. Armies rallied to the inner walls of the palace. A battle outside was already going. Bazoar outstreched his hand to the right.

Bazoar: "Come forth, Dark. I call upon the king of Devils, Demon Lord!"

Cracking purple lightning erupts from behind the entire palace, and a giant of malevolence stands over the modest manor of a palace.

General Bazoar coughed up a modest amount of blood. For the Demon Lord to be this big, he had to sacrifice an even larger amount of mana from his mana pool. He looks at the Bracelet of Absorption on his right wrist, it absorbing mana provided by the Imperial guards and a few magic-casters within the army below.

Bazoar: "The Bracelet of Absorption absorbs magic power from the air, people, and from spells... Even at this rate, I'm struggling."

Zephyrus: "You were one of the boldest but arrogant generals I've ever met... It's a shame that fate is crueler than destiny."

Bazoar: "Stop speaking nonsense, you mentally ill cretin."

They both silently looked out, seeing thick green rays hit the sky and buildings collapsing. The smell of dry ash was already there for a long time, and yet they could never get used to it. So many people have given their lives to the country, whether they be factioned with the coup or the empire.

Zephyrus: "My children have no way to escape, and neither do any of us."

He spoke solemnly.

Zephyrus: "All teams we sent to clear a path had only drawn the enemy closer."