“Negative Delta, continue to your route. We will get logistics there by some Miracle. A’ight?”
“HEEELLLOOO?! This is Hamood Muhammad DaBaby on the Long Range.”
“I KNOW THAT’S YOU DRUID! FUCK OFF THE LONG RANGE!”
“I totally did not just watch my Radio Operator get turned into mush by an Abrams. Hello, is this Wendy’s?”
“DRUID, IF YOU NEED BACK UP, SAY IT PROPERLY.”
“Habadi habadoo, I need an Orbital Strike and Ten Femboys. Over.”
“You son of a- Yes, I will send some men over to you. I’ll leave you to the Iraqi players.”
“WHA-No… GIMME MORE JAPANESE PLAYERS.”
“No way, WE ARE THE CANTON STRATEG-”
“Elllooo– this is Alpha, our uhh… Chopper got atomized by an AIM-9… requesting limbs and morale, over.”
“Echo here, I need more guns on DEEZ NUTS!”
“H-how are we having a hard time when we’re literally supposed to be technologically superior to NATO players?”
Paul was in an open tent in the middle of a random desert. With soldiers and vehicles using Hex camouflage. His Avatar was that of an Asian man and many of the players around him were either that or Middle Eastern. Seeing that the Long Wave radio was just a meme channel. He goes into the motorpool. But not without almost getting run over by T-14 Armatas and ZTZ-99s.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell is happening?!”
One of the Main Battle Tanks, a Singaporean Leopard 2SG had its commander popped out and was drinking some Coke.
“YO! What the hell is happening?!”
“Oh, you're part of the uhhhhh… that Southeast Asian MilSim group right?”
“Yea… and I am part of the Northern Assault. What the heck is happening with the Long Wave?!”
“Ah, the frontline troops are currently getting molested and their balls touched by a mass amount of Abrams, Lerclercs, Leopards, and Merkavas.”
“And are we just gonna stand here with our thumbs up our asses?”
“Well, the Officers… in true Asian nature on the frontlines all got wiped out. I think they’ll be respawning now.”
Just as he says this, thousands of players respawn on their FoB, the mixture of Asians and Arabs was a sight to behold. All of them wearing futuristic Ratnik 3 Iron Man suits in a Hex camouflage with an inside exoskeleton for ventilation on the hot desert.
“What the fu-”
“Yea, like NATO just kept spamming more and more tanks. Like, they wouldn’t stop. We are outnumbered even though we technically should have the better tech.”
“Oh my… God.”
Many of them were screaming as they ran to TATA LPTA and Kamaz Typhoon trucks.
“Okay, fuck it. WHERE ARE MY TANKS?!”
Just as he was about to go to the parked tanks, he got a ping. Stopping, he gets his phone out and sees he is invited to play Dark World Global Server # 1 with a caption “HILL PONTIFEX IS GETTING INVADED, GET YOUR DEATH KNIGHT ASS OVER HERE!”
“Tsk, just when it was getting good.”
He then goes into his radio.
“Ello, yea this is Colonel Paul, I am signing out for the night. Got some stuff to do in another game.”
“Roger that sir.”
Switching to the long wave, where it's just an absolute mess. The man who replied to him speaks.
“ALRIGHT, I AM NOW THE BOSS AROUND ‘ERE. COLONEL’S SIGNING OFF!”
“Fuck off!”
“他妈的离网!”
“TANGINA MOOO BAKLLAA!”
“عليك اللعنة!”
“ไปตายซะ!”
“Well, time to get out of here.”
With the virtual phone out, he swipes to the left and presses the “Invitations” App and clicks “You’ve been invited to play Dark World FDVR!” Before he is run over by a player in a tank, he disappears and is transported into another game. As he is flying through some wormhole. A pop up appears “Are you sure you would like to play Dark World and leave Armaverse?” pressing Yes, he appears in an old Gothic Castle in his Death Knight outfit. The bulky and heavy armor rattles as he looks to his left and right.
“Good Morning Sir Paul.”
“Morning Knight.”
One of the players salutes to him and continues patrolling the hallway as he walks through the Gothic Castle that’s clearly been neglected for a long long time. The stone hallway and its metal railings have all been rusted and full of dust. Making a little cross, his player menu pops up and he clicks “Companions” and selects Bahamut. “Please move to an open area.”
“Eh? Really? Shouldn’t this place be large enough?”
After questioning the order, he moves to the courtyard where crimson red lightning hits him and Bahamut appears. The little dragon crawls up to his shoulder and then to his helmet where it sits in between the large two horns.
“Ahahahahah, aren’t you excited?”
He then walks to the main lobby, the stench of the age old carpet getting to him as players go through the halls nonchalantly, some bloodied from defeating monsters and creatures. There, in the ornate lobby he meets John who was talking to Escobar. He joins in the two, waving like a tired old man.
“Well, well, well. The hombre appears.”
“Yes, hello. Can you tell me why I was summoned?”
John turns to him and shoves a map written on an ancient paper.
“You see that? Breznick and Eutopos are duking it out at Hill Pontifex. Seems that they want to conquer the forest of Eldwood.”
“And exactly how is this our problem? We are way too deep. Those two Guilds use low to mid leveled players as their grunts and the absolutely useless human NPCs.”
“Hah no. They have their Generals on the ground, if they discover this Castle then we’re dead. No way are we gonna survive that many players.”
“What do you propose?”
John removes his horned helmet and gives Paul a smirk.
“This is batshit crazy! These mountains are more dangerous and treacherous than the Himalayas and we’re sneaking an Undead Knight Army through it John!”
“Paul, keep it chill. You don’t wanna alert the Wyverns… There’s only three Level Two Hundreds here.”
“I know but fuck, is Hassan really gonna make us do this? Why did he agree to your crazy ass plan?!”
“Hey man, those Guild Armies are getting pretty near the forest of Eldwood. We have to come in and remove them before they find out.”
“You know these are the largest freaking Guilds in this game, I’m pretty sure they have Streamers there and YouTubers which the Developers spoonfed OP shit to increase their revenue and fame.”
“I know, but we have no choice. We just have to make a big enough expression for them to fuck off for the next few years or so.”
“Ugh, this isn’t good. We have almost two thousand fully equipped skeleton Knights. I highly doubt we can sneak this in even through the Devil Peaks.”
“Don’t worry, no low level scout or moron would venture into this place without having a proper party.”
The snowy mountain canyon was cold and harsh, leading the gigantic column of Undead Knights are three Death Knights riding dark horses darbed in armor. They wore no flag or bare any sort of symbol. Just their intimidating and menacing black plates rattling along the erie pass as bits and pieces of rocks fell on their path from the flying beasts. High above them are Wyverns circling the army like Vultures.
“Stop.” Dennis’ word makes the two silently halt. “I sense six or seven players up ahead.”
“Are we caught?”
“No. They aren’t from Eutopos, Breznick or the new Guld that joined in, Keyneth. I see no Magical guns or Elven tactics. These are most likely high level bandits.”
“Haven’t they heard of the marching? How can they not run?”
“Dunno. What’s the order Paul?”
“John, with me. We’ll check ahead. Ready your Cants Dennis, we’ll need that Dark Arts DPS if we get surrounded.”
“Roger.”
He makes a small cross, revealing his inventory and immediately selects a Devilish Spell Book. Checking it for any Incantations for AoE DPS while Paul and John continue ahead. Their Demonic Horses are not flinching at the cold temperatures. Going forward a hundred meters and walking straight into the ambush, Paul is suddenly grappled by an enchanted chain; it behaved and moved as if it had a mind of its own. Dragging him to the top of the ravine.
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John was quick on his feet, sheathing his sword and quickly firing an arrow to cut the chain before the Death Knight General was dragged into another area. His Longbow’s accuracy was deadly and continued into the side of the ravine, punching a hot and small hole into where it struck the chain. As soon as Paul drops back into the path, a player decked in Golden armor attacks him.
Before being overpowered by the sudden attack, Dennis hits the player with a shadowy arrow. But his armor tanks it and starts a sword fight against Paul who was surprised that the player was able to keep up with him. John was about to fire another arrow before sensing an attack on his left. Ditching his Bow and switching to his Longsword and Pike shield. Blocking the Hunting Knife hurled at him from atop.
“KNIGHT OF THE UNDERWORLD!”
The spoken cast quickly gives him resurrection. As he knows that Knife was no ordinary one. Being made from Adamantium and was enchanted with a buttload of curses. One strike at his neck or skin, he’d instantly die.
“SWORD OF THE REAPER!”
John’s sword lights up with an Evil and Dark miasma. He then points it at the top, directing the dark energy as laser shots. Cutting down tips of the ravine and destroying their cover while down below, Paul’s armor is scratched while the Golden armor of the man was being bent and reshaped as his Arming Sword collided with its plates. Clangs echo as the heavy and enchanted pieces of metal hit each other in a fast and quick succession. The two fight at inhuman speeds.
Suddenly, Dennis' shadowy arrows are met with transparent round shields. Completely stopping his support from the backline.
“FUCK! THEY HAVE AN ARCH MAGE WITH THEM!”
Paul who was busy parrying and returning the blows of the golden knight takes a quick look around, seeing where the shields are facing, he could roughly get an idea of the direction of its caster. His head turns at his eight o clock and sees a blonde woman with a ragged cloak, holding a Divine Staff high. She also heals the stricken Golden warrior, undoing the Knight General’s damage.
“THERE! ON MY EIGHT! JOHN!”
John quickly leans back and fires his Bow, ignoring the poisoned Knife aimed at his helmet’s eyeholes. Like a guided missile, the Mage tried to run back into cover but the dark arrow simply swerved up and down, striking her from the top of her temple and stopping at the rocky terrain below her. Punching straight through her petite body.
“HAHA! GOOD JOB!” Paul then grips his swords’ pommel, overloading its Mana and causing a small explosion which causes the Knight to retreat a bit. “COLLECTOR OF SOULS, THE ALMIGHTY REAPING KNIGHT OF DARKNESS.” His sword with his armor was suddenly covered in dark miasma. Oozing out of every opening in his armor. With the Mage gone, he started pumping high amounts of damage in the mere seconds, completely destroying the Golden Knight.
John on the other hand uses teleportation and could see a small man in a Leather armor with silver straps and fur boots. The stealthy player tried to make a run for it, but the annoyed Knight General with two Hunting Knives stuck into his helmet's eye holes threw his Longsword at him like a spear. Killing him instantly. The trio quickly regrouped as their bodies turned into floating holy dust. Respawning somewhere far away.
“Well… that was dealt with fast.”
“Yea, Paul. Good job with that DPS. Holy shit, I swear you were literally chipping away at his expensive armor like it was nothing.”
“Heh. This is why I grinded the mats for this armor. As much as Hell is a scary and eerie place, it has the best stuff you can get.”
John removes the two Knives, dropping it at the ground and leaving it.
“You really need to get that Arming Sword of yours repaired.”
“Don’t worry, maybe next month I’ll do it. I might be offline for the next few weeks. Lots of business trips as Summer rolls in.”
“Ah, gotcha’ gotcha’. What about Bahamut? Weren’t you busy on the SEA Server?”
“I already maxed her Bond. I actually unlocked a Companion Storyline, later I’ll show you the image. Seems that I can unlock the Final Form.”
“YO! Her human form?! Daaang, I wanted to grind for her too but man. The Global Event for the Undead King was happening and I NEEDED that sword.”
“I think the majority had the same idea. But I’m pretty content with my Demon King Sword. Heh, heh. It looks way cooler too in my opinion.”
“Hey, I have better armor than this Eldritch one I’m currently wearing but it suits my edgy style.”
“Same. But I might actually try buying a suit or something. To use for outside guild stuff.”
“Just swear a Silver or Golden armor bro.”
“Heck no. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to maintain this godforsaken Arming Sword?”
“Guess so.”
Continuing on their journey, the trio finally cross the dangerous Devil Peaks. They even encountered an actual Dragon before exiting the snowy mountain pass. The Red Dragon sent chills down their spine, but it was too busy herding Wyverns to pay any heed to the Undead Army marching down below it. As they cross into a jungle, they can hear the screams of thousands of players and NPCs duking it out in a massive battle ahead.
“SWORDS OUT!”
Paul's scream makes John and the undead army unsheathe their swords. Though their army being made of skeletons, their Dark Knight Armor and being late game special Mobs capable of advanced Swordfights made their army an extremely formidable one even though it was only two thousand in strength and only had three players. Up ahead, the Empire of Eutopos was using Bronze Lances, charged with Mana Batteries, giving it the ability to shoot lasers made out of Magic into the oncoming Grunts from the Kingdom of Interdictum, Keynth and Breznick. It was a massive mess as the big Guilds duked it out for the land. Turning the beautiful terrain into molds of dirt, craters, and the brown color of the soil to gray.
One of the Generals from Eutopos was proudly wearing a futuristic Power Armored Exoskeleton in a Knight style and a dazzling cape as his Knights, draped from head to toe in enchanted armor, stood and shot their Lances at the oncoming army.
“MY LORD! ON THE RIGHT!”
He quickly shifts his attention to the rustling forest on his right. Squinting his eyes, his field of view zooms in and his eyes widen. Though his helmet covered his entire head, with a large glass front, he could see three dark figures in scary armor with their swords out, he notices that one of them has a Staff and a Bow but were weirdly wielding a sword and behind was a massive cavalry attack of Undead Knights on horseback. Their attack was completely silently, there was no screaming or battlecry, just this dark undead army pushing towards them with no reprise.
“AIM ALL BATTERIES AT THE JUNGLE TO DEVIL PEAKS! FIRE!”
Ornate and golden howitzers with Mana Cores the size of a chair fired repeatedly into Eldwoods forces. Dennis, being the Dark Arts Sage, raises his sword.
“GATES OF APOCAPLYPTIA!”
This cast turns the bright bluish sky into a crimson red as portals oozing with dark goop appear on top of them, catching the large oval rounds of Mana fired by the howitzers of Eutopos. The Portals reappear but this time over the fighting armies. One was right on top of the Eutopian General.
Their Bright shots of explosive Mana were quickly returned to them and their enemies, decimating their frontline forces. The man in the Power Armor simply uses his hand to block the oncoming fire. The player was totally unfazed by the entire ordeal as his men scattered for their lives.
“They’re good.”
“SIR! WE’RE RECEIVING CASUALTIES IN THE THOUSANDS!”
“We can’t do anything. All those shots we fired are being returned. Ready the Valkyries and have the Navy prepare the Artemis Long Range Ballistic Arrows.”
“Yes My Lord!”
The grunt runs to the backlines to transmit the order while appearing out of the forest was the Undead Army. Following them was a sense of dread and despair as the lifeless Dark Knights started cutting through the middle, turning the already muddled fight into an even bigger mess. The trio could see Interdictums’ high level players waiting in the backline, so they instead opted for the Power Armored man in Gold and Red right up the frontlines.
To their surprise, he still hasn’t shown his weapons. The three max level players charge at him while their Undead Forces effortlessly run into their armies' lines. It would take many shots from the Lances of Eutopos to even bring one skeletal Dark Knight down, causing panic but being very trained, the men quickly took cover and started an orderly retreat, deep into their lines.
The three Death Knights jump out of their horses and start cutting through Eutopian Ground Forces, their Lances and Heated Swords unable to do damage to their Eldritch Armor. With the three’s ragged and scarred capes, the Power Armored General couldn’t help but admire their intimidating style. Respecting that it wasn’t only for show but also functionality. He then performs a swift sway with his hand. Materializing a Kashira of a Katana. Seeing this as he got closer, Paul pulls a fast one and uses his Python Revolver to shoot at the man. He stops the bullet midair and before he could react, a laser Katana was being used against him.
Though his helmet hid his eyes and expressions completely, inside, the Knight General is completely shocked by the weapon.
“HOLY SHIT! A LIGHTSABER KATANA! GUYSSS! HEEELP!”
“Heh, for someone wearing such scary and good armor. You panic fast.”
“Not that I can’t help it!”
His armor tanks the dark arrows from John's Longbow and his sword cuts through Dennis’ balls of dark energy. Paul refocuses his attack, gripping his sword differently. Hitting him multiple times but it only leaves scratch marks at his armor while the Lightsaber causes extreme sparks everytime it makes contact with his Eldritch steel.
John brings out his Longsword, planning on trusting it straight into the busy Eutopian General. He finds an opening when Paul casted a Debuff spell with his sword, causing a small overload of Mana. He smiles as contact is assured but before it makes contact, a Divine Lance is hurled straight at the tip. Making the Knight General tumble but regains his footing quickly.
Looking up, his eyes are met with a platoon of sexy women in skimpy armor riding white horses with large angelic wings. The one on the front was holding a normal wooden lance while the others in the back were using normal Divine Lances. They quickly barrage the frontlines, killing hundreds of their Undead Knights in mere seconds. Dennis sees this and using Flight Magic, takes to the skies. There he switches to his Staff that was shaped like a Syncthe. Spreading his arms out, he casts “Mass Soul Collection!”. The souls of the dead players and NPCs were quickly transferred and converted into extra health. Making the three Death Knights even harder to kill and like a Reaper, he uses his Staff to fight the Valkyries head on while in flight.
The players tried charging at him, but the flying Death Knight spins and swirls the Syncthe like it was a plastic toy, parrying all of their attacks and even decapitating some of their flying horses. The one with a normal looking lance turns around to attack him from behind, but Dennis just puts his cape up, completely blocking her view of him as he disappears out of sight.
Down below, it proved that the two Death Knights were too much for the Eutopian General, having taken many hits and dents to his power armor. The man starts falling back, letting his goons take the brunt of their attacks, but Paul and John weren't tiring and continued to rush him. Just as they were about to bring their fight into the backlines, a whistling sound echoes into the battlefield. Looking up, the two Knights could see a shooting star coming right at them. Not having time to use their shields, they timed their attacks and knowing it's going to be a final blow, the two players of Eldwood smirk.
Their sword and arrow was about to make contact as a Lance hit the dirt right in front of them. Sending both them and the enemies flying.
“D-d-d-dude, that’s the Lance of Longinus!”
Though it looked like a normal lance with a wooden stock and an iron tip, when a lady wearing skimpy bikini armor with angelic wings picked it up. It turns into a large, expensive Knightly Lance, oozing with blessings and divinity. It was taller than the two Death Knights whose avatars were akin to Europeans, as their jaws dropped. The beautiful lady was about to swing it at them when another player came into the fray. One donned in the bulkiest Death Knight armor she had ever seen and wasn’t wearing a helmet. Revealing his skeleton avatar.
“Thou have some nerves to attack my men.”
His voice was deep and that of an old man.
“If you were here, lady, I would’ve personally thrown the biggest rock at you.”
The large man was able to swing his Greatsword with one hand, parrying the Holy Lance without a care.
“I’ve heard rumors of you, the Legendary Death Knight, the true Reaper.”
“Ah, yes. That is indeed my title. But do not be vexed by it. My colleagues are just as dangerous.”
The Skull Knight then teleports away, and a large laser beam could be seen hundreds of meters in the backline of the invading Guild. All of the sudden, the power armored man and the Valkyrie got pings. Doing a small cross and going into Guild chat, they’re own jaws drop as the notification from Guild Officers tells them they’re King has been killed and their Altars was destroyed. Making their own respawn point miles and miles away.
Dennis then appears again, and with his Syncthe, he beheads the Eutopiean General from behind. He then goes for the Valkyrie, but she is fast. Picking up her Lance and blocking him, Paul and John join in the tango but she was able to stop them all.
“Paul!”
“Yea?!”
“Colt!”
“Colt?”
“COLT!”
The Valkyrie tilts her head as a .357 Magnum bullet blows her brains out. Making her head ornament of shiny marble wings fall into the ground. No one came to help her as their forces retreated from the fight. With her body disappearing, the three Death Knights look behind to see the forces of Breznick and Keyneth fighting the Blue Knights of Interdictum.
“This is going to be a long session.”
“Paul, I think this is a perfect time.”
“You too John. I think it's time, Dennis?”
“No problem. We doing this?”
“Fuck yea.”
Paul embeds his Arming Sword into the ground. “BAHAMUT! COME TO ME MY COMPANION! BE IN YOUR BIGGEST FORM AND RAZE THIS GROUND INTO THE ABYSS!”
John kneels with his bow. “Oh Reaper, I ask of you to send me your Angels and aid me in collecting the Souls of the living. I shalt giveth thee the bested warriors and fill the coffers of Purgatory!” the skies turn dark as white bolts of lightning hit the ground, Death Skeletons awaken. Unlike their troops, they had black bones and the shine of their eyes wasn’t red, but blue.
Dennis swings his Syncthe. “MANIFEST YOUR VESSEL REAPER! I SHALL TURN THE MOUNTAINS INTO ASHES WITH YOUR POWER!” a giant ghost of a cloaked skeleton with a transparent Scythe appears behind him. Swinging its weapon multiple times, showing its prepared to fight.
A roar from the dark skies echoes through the battlefield.
“We better get this fast, if an enemy Guild General comes, our air support will get instantly shot down.”
“How much sturdy is Bahamut?”
“Sturdy enough, but she isn’t even one third of her Global Event size but is pretty powerful enough.”
After speaking his sentence, a loud roar could be heard from above the dark clouds with a very powerful voice echoing through the darkened sky.
“Nar’dl lee!”
A laser then strikes from the skies, etching the land with fire. Like an Orbital Bombardment from a space station, a jet black dragon appears. Though only the size of a Wyvern, this one had four legs and its skin was covered with shiny metallic black scales and two large horns on its head. The players down below know well enough only one creature in the game had such a look.
“Well, that’s air support right there.”
“We really need to invest in modern equipment.”
“Oh we will. Let us just finish this.”
“LET’S GO! CHARGE!”
The three knights run into the battlefield right in front of them as the dark clouds clear, revealing the beautiful blue sky of Eldwood forest.