Army of the Damned

VOLUME 14 BONUS CHAPTER

Up above a sprawling Metropolis. The tall glistening white skyscrapers, the sound of cars and the fumes of the restaurant and rooftop air conditioning condensing steam into the bright blue sky.

An odd Moon then reveals itself. Closer than it should be. A bloodied Knight in glistening plate armor tainted with blood is standing atop a hill of corpses in a Germanic town looking upward as tracers from small caliber guns whizz past his head. His dead and empty eyes staring into the silver gaze of the planet. "An Invader..." with his heroic blue cape flapping on the winds of battle, he looks down to a man wearing a Power Armor that's styled to that of a Victorian Knight. "GAAAAH! My player name Beaten Down, also known as Sir Beadot! I shall not befall here Devil Knight! I will save everyone!" His bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but ruthless ruin for the kill as it starts bleeding from the inside from his broken helmet.

The man screams from the top of his voice as his gauntlet grips the sword that's embedded in his chest. "GAAAAAH!" His screams were drowned out by the brutal fighting as the black haired teenager in silvery plate armor looked down on him without a single expression on his face. "Why do you fight for this planet? You are an outcast. A neet. Useless dredge of society that's forgotten and thrown away. You could've joined my side and we would've been able to birth a world where we can forever be Legends."

Looking around, on the battlefield were countless corpses of camouflaged soldiers in German Flecktarn, French M1 Woodland, and Russian EMR lay in waste as men in full white body armor and fatigues advanced forward. Not caring that their color makes them stand out a mile away alongside their vehicles.

Deep in the rubble, were the corpses of a Priestess, Ranger, Thief, and Witch. All of their bodies suffered heinous wounds that made there remain a mere tatter of their once beautiful and handsome well built bodies. "You fought and killed the only people I ever loved. The King won't be happy when I return and his daughter is dead because of you." Beadot on the other hand was still gripping the sword. "Your eyes say you've done more Evil than I have. You dare judge me for this when you come back to Earth just to destroy it?!" the bloodshot eyes of the power armored Knight didn't let up. His fingers still gripping the sword tight as he kept on trying to dislodge it from his upper chest,

The young man then became surprised as the sword was slowly lifting up and a massive counteroffensive was occurring behind him. Men speaking in various European languages were closing in. "NO! You fucking fools! RETREAT!"

Looking up, a Leopard Main Battle Tank ascends from the rubble. Its barrel pointing towards the Knight. On Top of it, a man in a Beret. His face splattered with oil, ash, and blood. "Herr Beadot. We will not leave you behind." the power armored Knight just throws his hands at them. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING!? GO BACK! GO BACK!" as a tall burly man in a Ratnik outfit with thousands of his men behind points his Makarov at the teenager in Knight armor that stands atop a hill of dead bodies.

"Comrade! The world is built on the corpses of Heroes. You will not be one of those corpses today! URAAAA!" Beadot could only close his eyes as magic of insane proportion was conjured around him. The rubble of the once quaint town rose tens of meters of the ground as the weather shifted violently.

The Knight's sword that's on his body remained untouched and unmoved as firepower on the scale of an atomic bomb was thrown at the teenager. "SURVIVE!" He holds the sword and with his other hand, breaks the core in the middle of his powered plate armor. Ripping it out of his bare hands, he conjures a shield around them.

This made the sword lift up as an explosion that rocked even those thousands of miles away occurs but the damage was localized to only the both of them as the Moon that's oddly close to the planet has one red lightning coming down from it, striking a single grave in a cemetery.