Without hesitation, the skeletal black ops soldiers jumped into the boats and started them up, with the mounted M2 Browning and M134 Miniguns, they lit up the forest. The sheer amount of firepower cut down even the thickest trees and turned bushes into plumes of smoke. The laid down lead showed a trail of bullets hitting the soil and throwing dirt as the RHIBs prepared to make its exit out.
“Ha! They got back into the RHIBs! Look at those tracers!”
“Predator drones are within range. We’re firing off two rockets first… though we should be saving these, I guess it's going to be worth it… I hope.”
As the two boats’ weaponry churned up the greenery of the forest, tearing apart small trees and decimating thick bushery, two Hellfire rockets flew straight into the forest, their trails lit up the night sky as it arched into the last known location of the attacker.
“YES! DIE MOTHERFUCKER!”
“FUCK YOU! WAR BABY! WAR!”
The two happily celebrate as two Chinooks land on the river to pick up the two boats, opening their rear ramps and the RHIBs slide into its fuselage. The helicopters pour power into their tandem rotors and fly away into the night sky. Immediately, the two Generals went into thinking mode. Having just realized they can’t send more drones firing what precious Hellfire rockets they have stockpiled.
“Okay, we managed to salvage some of the soldiers. But we need to send actual players down there to check the situation.”
“Yea, since we know we respawn or so they say. We might need to only send the best since we don’t know where their Altars are in these areas, and do the Altars the Religions here use are eligible for us to reincarnate as they call it?.”
“Or why not mix in some level one hundred guys? They’re already at what’s considered the normal max level.”
“I don’t know, you know what we saw. There’s some absolutely broken creatures here, and I don’t really like sending trucks to recover respawned members to the soil of Meilurious or Breznick since they’re formerly the nearest Guild near Eldwood.”
“What did the envoys of Breznick say? Hashashin really pulled their strings for them to bolt out the airport like that.”
“Look, what we have to do right now is send people down there. Mindless skeletons could only take us so far and we do not have an endless supply of rockets.”
As the two were having a busy conversation, a Sergeant comes in and salutes.
“Sir, we have received an urgent message from the Governor.”
“What now?”
“He says his daughter has been kidnapped by a Vampire. Last known location was the Village of Crini.”
“Wait a fucking sec, that’s the town we were just bombing! Trevor!”
“Should I send the Chinooks back?”
“No, uhhh… have them RTB… hmm.. Yeah where the fuck is Paul? call Paul Jackson. He just got back from checking the MSRs. He has time to spare and I’m sure he’s sleeping right now, that guy is a sloth when it comes to things like logistics..”
“Okay, Sergeant. You heard Trevor.”
“Yes, sir!”
“And where the hell is Paul? Wasn’t he supposed to sign in at the airport to report mission success?”
“He’s last seen on the city streets. The road train driver, Staff Sergeant Steve Grahame said General Paul wanted to be left alone.”
“Ah yea, he must’ve been busy. I hate to say it but get him here immediately.”
Sleeping tightly on a bench, a Humvee comes barreling down the street. Honking at the man resting his body on a street bench.
“Ah crap, the tax collectors are here.”
The Humvee stops next to him and the Sergeant comes out and salutes.
“Sir! General John and Trevor are calling for you!”
“What time is it? Damn… ugh just when my sleep was getting good.”
“About ten o'clock at night sir.”
“Ah man. There goes another good night’s sleep.”
He boards the Humvee with Bahamut and they start the short ride back to the airport. Paul slaps himself lightly and gets into the mood while the little dragon nibbles at his index finger.
“Give me a quick briefing on what just happened.”
“About thirty minutes ago, a messenger from the Governor of the Region Adamhill visited one of our Outposts with a very bad problem. His youngest daughter was kidnapped by some sort of Vampire. Kidnapped straight from the Governor’s manor.”
“I guess they want me to go and investigate this? Like seriously, I am not in the mood to handle such an important task. MORE SO ONE THAT INVOLVES JUST A FRAGILE HVT!”
“Yes sir, that’s the idea.”
“What’re those two gonna do?”
“General Trevor is currently tasked with taking some of our Black Ops soldiers to the North while General John should be able to provide you with air superiority.”
“Exactly how far is the quest from the city?”
“A hundred miles or so sir.”
“I’ll need a Blackhawk then. How powerful is the Vampire? If this is just some Vampire of the night, it shouldn’t require my attention or even my presence. Low level ones, you’ll literally just have to wait till the morning.”
“That’s the thing sir. They recently went to the Village of Crini to investigate a sudden Vampire outbreak. The squad they sent… Level one hundred Black Ops skeletons got torn apart though a handful managed to return.”
“Holy crap… That's no joke. Is this Vampire some sort of a Lord or Purebred?”
“I don’t think so sir, Lord maybe. But if it’s a Purebred, I’m sure the nearby towns would’ve already been turned.”
“I guess so but a Lord is just as bad. We’ll need more people then, what’s the status of my Rangers?”
As the two drive through the bridge that crosses through the canal and heads straight into the highway which leads to the airport, Paul was already busy on the radio commanding his men and getting them to mobilize immediately.
The Humvee reaches the airport and he immediately exits “Freaking Humvees, my back. Arghhh… this is why we leave these things behind.” and starts walking to the security wing where Trevor and John were. After a minute of fast walking, he makes it to the command room. It was one of the conference rooms which was turned hastily into operations and planning.
“Yo, I heard you guys called?”
“Yea, big problem.”
“Look, if this is one of those types of anime tropes of a big bad scary vampire going on a rampage like a super Dracula. We should be able to cut them off right? I have jets already taking off. This is a VIP capture type quest. You better get your Rangers ready.”
“If a bunch of level one hundred skeletons can’t kill the thing, what’ll my level eighty Rangers do?”
“See, those Black Ops skeletons were purely mindless summons. But your Rangers have squad leaders that’re players right? That should give us some edge.”
“This sounds good and all but what air support do I have? I already called some MRAPs, APCs and IFVs rolling to the Village.”
“Probably some A-Tenss, Apaches, Predator Drones and Fighting Falcons. If I find the time, I might be able to route an AC-One-Thirty Gunship to you. Since due to your rank, you will have all available support we can get to you.”
“I see, ugh. I might need to transform into the skeleton form. I don’t want to get bit by those bloodsuckers… I already had my fair share of running into them back then and I did not have fun at all.”
“We don’t know who the Vampire is, but you can expect for him or her to be very high level.”
“No shit Sherlock.” He then transforms into his skeleton disguise. Even in this form, the two red glowing eyes still shine with his schemes lurking behind it.
“I’ll go immediately, every waking moment I waste here is it gaining further advantage in range.”
He goes back to his quarters in the wing and takes his Colt Python Revolvers and changes his outfit to that of his General Service Uniform, his Oxford Shoes click and clack as he walks down the hallway, hurriedly headed to the Blackhawk awaiting him on the Airports tarmac where Rangers awaited him.
“Sir! Alpha and Bravo team are ready for your orders.”
“Good, board up. Do you have your Knight uniform and weaponry with you?”
“Yes sir, as ordered, we’ve brought with us our armor. They’re all in the back of the MRAPs, so it wouldn’t take much mana to teleport them to us and wear them immediately.”
“Good.” He pulls out his revolver and spins it like a gunslinger as he boards the Blackhawk. Three helicopters escorted by Apaches take off from the airport, heading straight Southwest to the Village of Crini. It was after an hour or so of non stop flight did they reach it. Down below, the mechanized force Paul called in from the surrounding area was already waiting. Dead Vampires and ash litter the village ground, the soulless skeleton soldiers continually guard the perimeter awaiting further orders. He could see fresh trails from the mud on the dirt path as the chopper flew low just above the treeline.
“Get me out of here. I want all units to follow that trail that heads West. Seems that it was just previously used. No fuckery, hold fire and keep your weapons at safe.”
The skeleton soldiers board the M1126 Strykers and M-ATV MRAPs following the trail. With their specialized off-road tires, the heavy vehicles were able to go through the trail with a bit of ease though tree branches and bushes would occasionally hit their fenders and sides. It was after a few minutes did they find a carriage parked on the side of the road. He could see it’s drawn by four undead horses and has a very scary aura to it.
“Alright, Pilot. Take us close to that carriage, they can already hear us anyways. Bravo, I want you to drop down. Standard RoE. Take the VIP and let’s go.”
“Copy on all, out.”
The Blackhawk hovers on the treeline, a hundred meters from the carriage and the soldiers fast roping from the helicopters. Due to the limited visibility, the men put their night vision goggles down. Guns up, they walk to the well decorated and expensive carriage. Tactically looking in all directions, suddenly a Dracula-like Vampire teleports behind Paul. He was quick with his revolver, he spun around as the bloodsucker was about to appear and fired a shot. The bullet was so powerful it went through the left side passenger door of the Blackhawk.
“FUCK! MY HEART! FUCK ME!”
Bahamut on the other hand was just as spooked as him as she was in the middle of taking in the scene. The air suddenly became heavier and brooding as the forest became a potential point of attack with their powerful foe.
Down on the ground, the carriage’s six horses suddenly fired to life and with insane speed started pulling it through the path. Bravo Team wanted to shoot but noticed that the carriage was made out of wood, their bullets would pierce it easily if they weren’t careful. It was so fast after the thought, the carriage was already hundreds of meters away, the team then ran to the second Blackhawk.
As the transport helicopter tilts forward to gain speed, the mechanized force passes them by, going at high speeds on the dirt road. Hellbent on catching up to the Vampire’s carriage. As the army slowly gets closer, they then reach swamp land. The horses were able to pull it through the deep mud but the heavy MRAPs and armored vehicles had a hard time. Having to go slow and in low gear, Paul makes the choice not to leave the men behind and the helicopter drops him down with his Rangers.
“Alpha, help out the vehicles. Get the chains and drawbars.”
“Copy. Out.”
It was after an hour that they managed to get through the swamp, the helicopters had to wave off and refuel. Paul was on the front MRAP with Green Berets. As they plough through the swamp, a massive naked Orc stands up a few meters in front of them. Guns immediately open fire, disorienting and cutting down the massive beast with a hail of lead. The rain of .50 bullets, 5.56s and 7.62s churmed it into multiple pieces, One of the Rangers steps out of the second vehicle and takes a rocket launcher from the back of the MRAP and fires it to the head of the Giant Orc.
“Good work Alpha. I’ll need that SMAW shooting kills when we fight the Vampire. C’mon, everyone, hassle. Chop! Chop!”
The Giant Orcs body slowly sinks in the swamp land as Alligators start eating its corpse. After the swamp, the convoy encounters a group fighting Demons on the road; they were using a mixture of swords and guns while wearing polos and kevlar vests. The convoy opens up, killing the Unholy machinations with its mangled bodies and its skin replaced by a bark that stuck to it before it could kill more of the unknown men. Seeing the armored convoy, they quickly raise their hands. The Rangers first exit the vehicles, forming a firing line. Then Paul followed.
“Excuse me, who are you people?”
“We’re mercenaries, what’s the United States Army doing here? Looking for oil even after death?” The Mercs laugh at the joke. Making a fool of the well armed undead men.
“Have you been sent here by the Governor?”
“Yes, he's paying a hefty sum of Gold and Silver to anyone who can bring his daughter back home.”
“I get the feeling you people have already killed natives of this land?”
“Dude, it’s been six months since we’ve been transported here. No way we would last without killing anyone.”
“I see your point, Merc. What’s your level?”
“You first bonehead.”
“Two hundred.”
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“Ah fuck, a tryhard. Just what I needed, explains the overpowered modern vehicles. Level forty, some of us are at fifty. We mean no harm, just passing along.”
“I see, then I recommend you stay out of our way. My soldiers here are not keen on listening, they’d rather shoot first, ask later. I highly doubt your rifles and swords could penetrate Kevlar Class Four.”
“I get it, but we’ll still keep trying though.”
“Go ahead, but we won’t fight each other. Capiche?”
“Sure Dad. C’mon guys, let’s pack it up… And your from Eldwood aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“That patch on your mens shoulder. A skeleton wielding a sword… yeah, I remember that flag.”
“What? Were you there on the battle of Eldwood forest?”
“Yeah, the Guild of Kingsland mostly employs a mercenary army. I was one of those that got into the four way war.”
“How was it? The sight of twelve Death Knights on horseback leading an army of undead skeleton cavalry through the Valley?”
“Traumatic but probably one of the most badass things I’ve seen. Straight out of a metal cover.”
“Heh, good.”
Paul signals for the Rangers to get back into the mine resistant vehicles, and the convoy once again starts rolling. The lead vehicle was going so fast the headlight could be seen just zooming through the forest as it slowly turned into an open plain. There, he orders all units to stop and to form a line. He hops out and takes the binoculars from one of the soldiers and starts looking around on top of a Stryker APC.
In a minute or so, one of the Rangers spots the carriage out in the open, about a kilometer away from them. Knowing that if they tried to approach it, it would just run away, he ordered the men to take out their Sniper rifles and start ranging them. Target, the horses or reins of the carriage.
“Alpha, take the shot if you feel like it.”
“Ro- I got one target headed right towards us.”
“Bravo, to Alpha, can confirm, one of my skeletons is reporting a person is approaching.”
“Take cover right now, I’ll talk to him.”
The soldiers quickly take cover, picking up the Sniper rifles and hiding behind the armored vehicles. Paul walks to the front to talk to the man. His red crimson eyes pierce through the darkness of the land. Seeing this, he takes AN/PRC-163 out and clicks the speak button.
“Uhhh… the Stryker behind me. Open your spotlight.”
The APC’s crew follows the order and opens it. Pointed at the unknown man approaching them. Due to the sudden flash of bright light, the stranger was covering his face with an all black leather cape. “A Lord. Just what I needed.” Paul muttered to himself as he pulled out his revolver and spun its cylinder to indicate it was loaded. The Vampire was unfazed by the intimidation and continually approached him. They were meters apart when he pointed his revolver at his heart.
“Okay, Lord Edge. How’s your Twilight story going so far? Do you know how stressed I am right now? I had a very bad dream and I needed to sleep for a full eight hours for once in my life.”
“I see another one after me.”
“Are you gonna hand over that lady, or are we gonna have a problem? I do not want to cause further violence. I think I have enough of that in this world… but you're really making it hard as I am not in the mindset right now to deal with this.”
“I apologize, but I must implore you to leav-'' He had a very soft and kind voice, but Paul wasn’t having any of it. Stepping closer and not taking no for an answer.
“Leave? Excuse me, but you turned an entire innocent village into thirsty bloodsucking vampires. I can’t let you leave, you’ll have to pay your due and get judged by society… and I do not want to go back there, that place smells of my adventures.”
“I only wanted to talk to them, but they attacked me.”
“Well no shit Sherlock. If you were to walk into a village out in the middle of the forest, I wouldn’t be riding a carriage that came from the depths of Hell, kitted out to look as edgy gothic as possible while looking like Count Dracula.”
“I understand your sentiments, but I wanted to show them that peace could be achieved between us Vampires and Humans. Please don’t be angered, I take responsibility. Since your a fellow Outworlder, would you like some Manga? I’ve been handing them out to the Nobles, that’s where I met her. Would that alleviate your anger from being awoken far too early?”
“Oh, manga?” Bahamut inside his pocket tugs his shirt. Reminding him. “Ahem, no. I’m angry because your little adventure cut off my good sleep and affected innocent people. Now, will you comply or do I have to get violent?”
“Hm, it seems that talking to you won’t work...” The looks Vampire looks down, obviously disappointed, but to Paul. This just adds more anger to him, as his threats aren't being taken seriously.
“Sure as hell won’t boy. Now, turn around. Hands behind your back and-”
The Vampire suddenly disappears, the spotlight of the Stryker is destroyed in a second and Paul casts various spells to level the playing field. He runs more into the open, luring the monster of the night into a one on one. The soldiers in cover peek out and could see the two fighting head on. His shooting was accurate with this dual wielding Revolvers, every opening he spotted, the General would shoot but the Vampire could easily dodge it. The revolver’s double action rate of fire kept the bloodsucker at bay but it only held six rounds and he was already through half of it.
After spending the Twelve shots, the two suddenly stood still against one another. The Moon was over the Vampire, he could see the man's glossy jet black hair reaching his neck with an extremely tall height, a pale white skin coupled with a handsome face along with a strong jawline and crimson red eyes that could be seen within a shadow. His entire outfit was made of black leather, even his smart shoes with a Gothic Victorian Suit underneath.
“Holy crap, you're wearing high heels under that cloak?”
“Funny, who’re you undead man?”
“Woah, excuse me sir. But I’m well and alive. Vigorous even, now what grinds my gears is the fact that you know, I have twelve bullets in both of my revolver cylinders and waited till I spent them all. You’re a player aren’t you? I’ve seen your kind before, The ones that call themselves Vampires of the High Society am I correct?”
“Yes, that is true. I’m formerly a leader of a Manor. But when the switch happened, I was all but alone. Havannah and her lackeys had their own plan and the player Dracula… well, he was nowhere to be found as usual. All my friends left for Schon, to the Vampire Kingdom there.”
“I see, how about this then. Stop this craziness, we’ll bring you lodging to our modern city and figure out things there?”
“Thank you for your offer, but I’ve already made my own plans.”
“I see, well how about this. Hand over the lady. What, you're gonna take her back to our world or some cliche shit like that? Or to that faraway continent called Schon? Let’s end this now and move on. You do not want to live with the consequences of bad choices.”
“Who says I’m gonna return?”
“You son of a- Look, don’t you have a family to return to?”
“No.”
Knowing the futility of the situation, his grip on his revolver’s handle tightens. Quickly jolts the guns sideward and ejects the spent casings.
“Look, you're a Vampire. This stupid love of yours is nothing but a blink of an eye for you. Just return to us, we’ll figure something out when we all return to our world. Killing you is very counterproductive as you’d just return and continue this stupidity. Wasting time and valuable resources over a single noblewoman.”
“We both know that, hence we’ll run away from this land to a place where we can love one another peacefully. Schon is a forbidden and inhospitable land, but people from Dragovh and Geraldia are all barred from entering it, even Knights. There, no one can fight us and we can’t disturb anyone.”
“Run away? With us behind your back. I highly doubt it. Where are you gonna run to? Another continent? We’re just a few hours away, you know? When we find the League of Modern Guilds, there’s nowhere in this strange planet called Threa you can run to. The Men of the Woods alone has far more firepower and numbers than we of Eldwood could muster up in five years.”
“Hmph. You still don’t know a lot about this place huh?”
“Ha-ha-ha, yes we don’t. That’s true, but if I’m sent on a mission, I’ll finish it one way or the other. Where do you even think of going? What, do you expect a wonderful happy ending where you can bang the Governor’s young pretty daughter twenty four seven on a land far far away? C’mon, I’m an Otaku myself. I can see right through your stupidity. Nice offer with the Manga, but I’ll find my own way. I don’t like getting bribed, you know?”
“For you, it might be stupid. But for me and her, it’s for our love and for it to blossom. You might not know, but love is a very powerful feeling. I love her, I truly do and she loves me back. That’s enough of a reason for me to justify all this madness, We’ve already made up our mind to go through this till the end. Separate us and we’ll only return, far stronger and better.”
“Have you seen what you did? An entire fucking village is dead. If we were back in our world, you’d be charged for mass manslaughter and child slaughter. Do you not see the errors of your ways? We're picking up the pieces of your fuckery and are forced to unfuck it.” as if in a fit of rage, the man lifted his gun and was about to throw it into the ground, resisted himself. “All my life, it's been unfucking the fuckery, from Earth to here, it’s always the same. War, war, war! Can’t you see? I’m so over this and I wanna go home and just rest.”
“I know, it wasn’t my intention to do so. Maybe one day, I hope you will be able to find your love and may it be able to calm your enraged soul… Your eyes, it's not normal. Even though you hide behind a disguise, I can see it, you know? The pain that lingers within you.”
“You're a Vampire, blood thirst will get you running like a crack addict. This isn’t a game anymore, you're now the real deal and what you're doing is costing lives. Stop talking like you know jackshit… because the crap I’ve seen, the crap I’ve done… only God can judge me now and if the King of James was speaking true, then whatever the Gods of this world has instore for me shall be my punishment.”
As the two continue to argue, a message is sent to the Rangers squad leader behind the mine resistant vehicle.
“Stormtrooper One, You have Darkside, Flight of four F-Sixteens Block Two at Angels One-Two pushing South of your AO.”
“Stormtrooper copies.”
The flight of four fighter jets soar through the skies, blasting through the air as they approach the area.
“I guess negotiations are over. Let’s just fight then. What a waste of words.”
“Same goes to you sir. Whoever you are.”
“Names Paul, Paul Jackson. Commanding officer of the mechanized forces of Eldwood. Knight-General and Head of Army forces.”
“Lord Caine Wall of Manor Nightwatchers. Lord Ranked Vampire, Hundred Percent Purebred, Pleased to meet you.”
Paul reloads his two revolvers and looks at the Ranger behind the MRAP. He gestures for a gun to be thrown at him. The soldier throws an M4A1 SOPMOD assault rifle and he picks it up. Slinging it to his back and points his revolvers at the Vampire.
He fires a shot and the bloodsucker immediately disappears and reappears behind him, knowing this type of fighting, he dodges and fires another shot. One of the mine resistant vehicles turned on and started driving to the carriage with Bahamut slipping out of his jacket to escort it, blitzing the open plains as the two were busy fighting toe to toe.
Caine sees this and teleports away to the MRAP. With a mere punch, it flips on its side, denting the thick armor inwards as a bullet hits him on the shoulder from Paul’s revolver, his skulls now blue eyes looks at him with an intent to murder and he once again just dissappears as Bahamut looks confused at the air, unable to detect the man. The armored convoy started moving and the carriage was once again on the run.
The vehicles were able to catch up on the carriage on the open ground. As it gets close, Paul with the Rangers open the doors of the mine resistant vehicles and like a man on a mission, he makes his way to the hood and stands on top of it as it gets closer while Bahamut constantly fired fireballs, forcing the carriage to weave and dodge her attacks.
When it got extremely close, he jumped to its roof. Immediately grabbing the handles and attempts to open the doors on the right side. Unable, he simply punches through the glass window and unlocks it from the inside with his boney hands. He steps in and could see Caine hugging a young beautiful woman on a couch. He points his revolver at the two, ready to shoot.
“Last and final fucking warning. Hand her over.” to his dismay, the two remain silent as the carriage carries on. He walks closer planning to grab the young lady by the arms and take her back forcefully
“Please, just let us be. We won’t hurt anyone anymore I swear.” Her voice was so kind and innocent, perfectly pairing her beautiful face and body. Her posture alone could woo any man and her aura was so pure and untainted the General lowered his gun a bit before lifting it back up and now, even pointing it at her.
“Ma’am, try telling that to the children that were killed in the village.” Caine suddenly takes the longsword that was on display on the wall and attempts to pierce Paul through the chest, he dodges and fires another shot which barely missed him by an inch.
Just as he was about to finally grab the woman, the longsword went through his chest. Piercing his skeletal body and the carriage violently rocked as Bahamut’s fireball nearly took its wheels off. He looks down and sees the tip of the sword in front of him. Now angered, he grips the swords pommel behind him and pulls it out. He turns around and an arrow comes flying through the left window, shattering the glass. The steel arrow goes into his skull and embeds it on the carriage’s right wall, just behind the door.
He grips it, pulling it out when Caine kicks him out of the carriage, he tries to hold onto something but is effectively thrown out. He stands up in a few seconds and hops into an MRAP continuing the chase.
“Hannibal to air support, are you there?”
“Yes sir, this is Darkside. Over.”
“There’s someone or something firing arrows at the convoy's left side. Do you see anything on your thermals?”
“Negative. The Forest about eight hundred meters to your left is clear of movement.”
“Fuck. Who did that? I was so close! Alpha, what’s that girl's name again?”
“Isabella sir. Blue eyes and dark long hair.”
“Yep, that was her. Damn it!” he hits the dash out of anger, denting the metal to the point it left a mark of his skeletal hand.
The chase continues through the early morning, as the Moon slowly sinks on the horizon. The convoy goes into another forest. After a while the shores could be seen on their left.
“I see now, he has a boat or something. Darkside, I want you to send two of your jets to scan the shores, report back any vessels moored or docked.”
“Copy, sending Darkside Three and Four to investigate.”
The flight of four jets split into two, with afterburners on. The aircrafts blast past them, flying to the horizon to an abandoned Port Town that has a red Galleon moored over its dock, with strange looking Knights littering around its vicinity.
“This is Darkside Three, I have eyes on a lot of tangos in a derelict Port Town. Seems to be abandoned. Break, Targets are Knights, no heat signatures, over.”
“Hannibal Copies, Rejoin Darkside One and continue to watch over us, the Sun is rising, if my memory is correct. We might have a chance.”
“Alpha One, Remember how Vampires are afraid of the Sun?”
“Yes sir.”
“Exactly, we’ll be using that to our advantage.”
“Uhhh… wait one. I just hope they burn up or receive massive debuffs when the morning is up just like any Vampire player.”
“Don’t worry, this world follows fantasy style rules, unless it's someone truly powerful, the playing field is leveled.”
“Yes sir.”
“All callsigns, keep trailing them. They’re gonna run into an abandoned Port Town full of Vampires. Seeing how they're out in the open. I’m guessing those are the ones resistant to the Sun. But they should still receive minor debuffs. Disregard RoE unless VIP within your area.”
The Sun slowly rises, fighting begins in the Port Town. Some guests were ahead of them the entire time. Unfazed, the carriage with the trail of armored vehicles following it entered the East gate at high speed. Going through the chaotic mess as Mercenaries fight the Vampiric Knights. The roads became tight and small, forcing the MRAPs and APCs to slow down while the Horses continued their pace, escaping into the maze of the alleyways and streets.
Stopping, the General looks outside and sees the tall bell tower of the derelict Church in the middle of the town and the trail left by the speedy carriage pointing right towards it while on the left, he could see the tall mast of a Galleon swinging lightly as the ocean currents slap its hull.
“Okay, all units disembark. I want three of the Strykers with two squads on foot to rush to the Port, the carriage went straight to the center. My guess is the Church, so I want the two MGS with the One-o-Five millimeter on me and the Rangers, make haste!”
The men quickly followed orders and the players immediately ordered their skeletons to start moving to the center. The slashing of swords and gunshots paired with screaming of men could be heard as the fighting ensued. The team tactically moved through the dark alleyways, the Sun lit up the streets and the men fought their way through both Mercenaries and Vampire Knights. Though the Mercenaries were properly equipped, even having their own vampires in their ranks, the Knights were on a whole different level with their armor and training.
Soon, the battle becomes one sided and the General notices that most, if not all of the Mercs were natives of the land as their dead bodies plopped down on the balconies and roofs and the Knights continued on their way, winning the war of attrition as they continued to clean up the scene without much trouble from the lightly armed people that caught them off guard.
Their radios blare as the other squads storming the Port start requesting air support. Bombs and missiles start dropping from the skies and hit around the docks. Paul and his men fight their way to the Church, popping out of the alleyway and immediately see the carriage parked outside. Guarded by Crimson Vampire Knights. “Haha! I am correct!” the man jumps and immediately takes the nearest radio to him.
“Darkside, I’m requesting close air support. Danger close, on the Church entrance, Bombs and Guns! Looks like I was correct.”
“Copy on all Hannibal, we’re turning around now. Twenty millimeters and Two GBU Twelves. Stay tight.”
The fighter jet came into the other side, sweeping through the entrance. The bombs were so powerful the garden in front of the Church entrance got swept by the explosion. Large explosive bullets rain down the street and the jets come in for another run with their guns, the Rangers pick off the vampires, but their armor was able to tank their bullets.
Grenades then came in but the fighting was far too close and the General with Bahamut started shooting their way through, the little dragon's flame was divine and turned them into ashes while Paul’s revolver was not only blessed but also armed with enchanted bullets. Giving him the ability to fight them head on as Bahamut used her durability to stagger them.
“Just like old times Bahamut!”
“Bwahaha! Yes Master!”