“Are you sure about this Zerg? I mean… man, I’m wounded here.”
“I know, but this is a shortcut that will cut the trip time. I know that it has a problem with the Werewolf beastmen that have become Feral from the control of the original Demon King.”
Bahamut tilted her head at the information. The beauty hiding underneath her veil seemed to spill out as her pale white skin was exposed.
“What’s with all this talk about the Beastmen anyways? I seem to always hear about them from you, but we’ve yet to encounter one.”
“That’s because they haphazardly scattered around when not near the territory of Vitas. The Kingdom of the Vampires is located straight underneath their Nation. As we get closer, the bigger chance we have to encounter them. Also, the Outworlders. Since they appeared a few months ago, it has not been good to the continent. Riling up the Demonic forces into overdrive.”
“Hm, that is usual when a certain power is threatened by an external factor that they know, they cannot stop. I’m guessing that the other Outworlders with companions like me have been making a mess, or am I wrong?”
“On point actually, you Outworlders must be the most powerful Elves, Vampires, Beasts, and Humans that have stepped foot into this continent for a long while. I do not get your attention to this place and the thrill of finding danger.”
Paul then looks at Zerg with a tired face, as if he had run miles and miles even though he had been sitting down. Like a dying man who was nearing the end, he still had the stern face of a man who had seen and experienced this all way too much.
“That might be because we don’t have much going on. Modern life is great, but ultimately boring. Funny how we have all the necessities to forever be happy, and yet no one is. So many seek the thrill and the rush to adrenaline even though they hide it deep within their souls. Acting as if they don’t need it anymore as educated and mild mannered folks with progressivism in their minds.”
“I guess the peak of humanity isn’t that good huh? Though it doesn’t surprise me. You humans climbing to the top. Even here in Threa, as I am sure you’ve seen, humans are very capable creatures. That’s why everyone is afraid of them, even the Vampires.”
“What? Are you telling me human nature is so dastardly annoying that you actively think we’re going to take over one day?”
“It’s already happening. Aside from Schon, the rest of the continents are littered with Elves and Humans. Only on this continent can people like me, small, pink and not very human, live in peace.”
“Well… if anything. I’ve seen humans do a lot of amazing things. I was there myself, and saw it many times.”
“You humans always amuse me. Apart from the Elves, you seem to be one of the only races in this world that has the unfound ability to find a way to survive no matter what. We Beastmen don’t, as we know things must have an end. But you humans… I don’t know. I think you were all born to defy the things this world is built on.”
“Hah, just ask Bahamut here. She’s a true immortal unlike the Vampires. No matter what will happen. She will always return unless Heaven and Hell itself was to disappear. Which I am sure won’t happen.”
Though calm Bahamut was still fearful of the plan, knowing that her Master’s wound is worsening, as not even the bandage is able to stop his bleeding and his shirt is soaked in red blood. Due to the increase of Health Potions he needs, they’ll soon run out before even reaching the Kingdom of Rose. Everything looked very dire and the Knight General was trying his best in the Guild Chat to lead them to where he is, but a massive Operation was also occurring on the other side of the world that required the culminated power of the entire League of Modern Guilds making everything a haze in the chat.
They can’t blame Zergel. The little pigman already has enough on his plate and as the situation becomes more tense, he is forced to make his own decisions for the sake of everyone. But the risk of it all is vying everything on the power of a singular Dragon God as he himself knows how dangerous these Veterans are. Some of them, having lived for thousands of years and have become Masters of their weapons. All the while, Bahamut is practicing how to tie bandages, though her lower torso is way too thin to be compared to Paul’s more bulky build, she still tries her best in front of a mirror. Trying over and over again, perfecting it.
“You really don’t have to, Bahamut.”
“Shush, I’m near to perfecting this First Aid called bandaging.”
“Like, I’m happy and all to know you're trying, but we’re nearly there. Soon, Paramedics and Corpsmen will be looking after me. Chill.”
“And what if we get sidetracked? Or lost? I must do this for your sake. For your health means the world to me.”
“Awww, shucks.” Paul couldn’t help but blush like a buffon after hearing her say such a sentence with a straight face. “Ehhhh, even Bahamut can be like that huh.” He just looks at her amazing figure, from top to bottom her body was that of a perfect hourglass figure. One could say that her body is that of a Goddess in the form of a mortal. Golden eyes with the pupils of a dragon, one stare enough to pierce through your soul and a menacing aura of a creature that has become beyond that of a normal Dragon.
Admiring the woman practicing, Paul couldn’t help but gaze at her. To this day, he still couldn’t believe the companion that he has been lunging around with for 4 years had this form. She feels his gaze and blushes unbeknownst to herself. Even though Paul was severely wounded, she cannot look away at his manly build. With the serious but stern and handsome face with wide shoulders, she didn’t need to look anywhere as he himself was good enough both physically and mentally for her.
“Okay, you two. Enough flirting. Prepare, we’re nearing the shortcut.”
“Can you remind me again why this shortcut is so dangerous?”
“Easy, it passes through a manmade Canyon that’s Three hundred besels long.”
“Besels… so Three Hundred Meters. Why is it man made though? Did some ancient civilization build it or something?”
“Oh that. The first Saint of the Holy See and a Demon General fought around here and created that. A few tens of thousands or so years later, it's a perfect spot for ambushes but it created a shortcut through the mountains which is equally or even more dangerous as it has labyrinths and caves that houses Demon Beasts within it.”
“And here is where Bahamut’s power will come in?”
“Yes, you see, the Hybrids and the Werewolves are still under the power of the first Demon King. You’ll see when we encounter them. They’re super soldiers as you say, meant to live long and enduring lives in extremely harsh weather while having the ability to produce offspring from all of the races.”
“And would those born be under the power of the Demon King?”
“Yes and sadly. Many of these children are usually born from captured women.”
“Bahamut, what do you think?”
The woman stops practicing and turns around to face him. The sparkle of her beautiful golden eyes seem to be full of courage and hope. Like a creature who is all too familiar with such risky tasks.
“Master, what’s the thing you always say before you fight enemies? The one about folding?”
“Oh, you mean I’m about to fold these mothefuckers like camping chairs?”
“Yes, I’ll do exactly that.”
“AHAHAHAHAH! This is why I love you Bahamut. Please do. Please do indeed.”
“Hmph. I shall see to it not one of them will touch this carriage.”
“We can never be too sure, you're only one woman. The enemy are eight foot tall werewolves and hybrids with weapons. Basically, the stuff of nightmares. Good thing their Giants and Ogre friends aren’t here. Those that came from Vitas are ten times more dangerous than the ones you meet in the wild.”
The snow on the road gets thicker, the only thing identifying that they’re even on a path was the lack of trees blocking their front. To Bahamut, the smell of death even got more and more apparent. In some areas, the Undead Demonic Horse had to start weaving and hopping. Strange enough, the horses hoof sounded as if it was running over concrete.
“Don’t mind that sound, both of you. You don’t wanna know what’s making that.”
“What is this? Some sort of road of bones?”
“Worse, a road of bones with scary ambushers.”
Luckily, the weather is clear and the blue sky is right above them. Giving hope to all of them, like the Gods, has praised them great luck for the day. Bahamut then swipes her left arm, a thud is then heard and Paul looks to his right and sees a oil tipped arrow still steaming from when it was on fire, wedged through his wooden carriage’s wall that already has bullet holes.
“Holy shi-”
Without finishing his sentence, the Dragon God is already outside the carriage and reveals her dragon Wings. The wingspan was so large that it covered the entire width of the road and with a smearing metallic black color, if one were to be standing in front of her, her looks were more intimidating than the scariest Vampire or Werewolf. With its long wingspan, its nine fingers made her capable of flying through the skies and hovering without a hitch
With the use of Ancient Levitation magic, she’s basically able to move around like a UFO. An eight foot tall scarred Werewolf covered in black fur walks out of the forest behind their stopped carriage. Paul couldn’t believe his eyes as this beast was walking on its hind legs and was covered in a strange spiked leather armor. It was unlike any other Werewolf he had encountered in Dark World. This one was the real deal was all he could think to himself. Seeing the creature wearing clothes and wielding weapons while having the stare of a true warrior and monster sent shivers down to his spine.
“אישה יפה לבושה בשחור, מי את שתעלים חץ כזה”
“I do not know of this language. Speak thyself in a tongue I do know and we shall converse before I send thee to the realm outside of this.”
Even with the dark veil covering her pretty face, everyone could feel Bahamut’s gaze on the Werewolf. Her demeaning and disrespecting smirk and tone seemed as if she was talking to a creature far below that of a microbe. A creature that shouldn’t even be testing her obvious strength.
“Ah, Dragonian. Of course, a Dragon would come from the Continent of Lizards. I see your kind is still as annoying as ever. Pretentious, prideful, and unlike the Vampires who’ll at least be funny. Your kind on the other hand just doesn’t, does humor not exist for Dragons?”
“What can I say? We Dragons are a proud species.” Bahamut’s usual motherly and soft voice is replaced with a cold and heartless tone. “We Dragons have an entirely different life than those of your kin, who walk on two legs and dabble in useless affairs. We hold the true power many seek, Vampires and Elves. They may live long, but we Dragons are forever embedded in time and life itself. Some older than the Mountains and Volcanoes that litter this rock you call home.”
“Now, before I kill you and your mortal man and cook that pig. Can you tell me what a Dragon like you would be doing over here?” The wolfman's voice on the other hand was stoic but respectful. Knowing his talking to a Divine being way beyond his level. He had an edge of a warrior's respect. To him, this was a battle any soldier, win or lose, will carry on into the other world.
“I’ve cometh thee for a Diplomatic Mission with my Master to the Kingdom of Rose. Thou smelt of death and curse, be happy for I am the last thing thy’s eyes will see.”
“Oh, now that’s a scary sight. Vampires and the Dragonkin working together. This might finally set us all free from the chains of the first Demon King. Well, may this fight end in greatness.”
“You’re lucky the blonde one isn’t here. She would have ripped you apart without giving one's soul the benefit of a talk before passing.”
“Awfully sure of you to talk about killing us.” The Wolfman unsheathes his angled sword and points it at the flying woman.
“We, the soldiers of the first Demon King, are also a proud cursed species. We owe our entire existence to him and him alone. Be ready, Dragon. For this isn’t our first time and last time, I won’t need ten thousand Wolfmen, Horsemen and Bearmen to kill one of your kind.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bahamut’s laugh was as condescending as it gets. Not showing a hint of fear or intimidation as her aura overpowers his “Prepare! I am the majestic and powerful Bahamut, Dragon God of the Void! The Ancient Dragon that has conquered the Abyss and made it her home! One who has guided countless souls to their final resting place! Heed me beast!”
She flicks her finger, setting ablaze to hundreds of Wolfmen and Horsemen hiding in the treeline and the one in front of her.Seeing her powers, he walks up to her challenging the woman in a duel.
“I… am Arch Warrior Xeter of the Eight Tribe of the mighty Demon Army… I pray to Goddess Mors Letum, that she’d give me a worthy rite of passage to the other side! To the plane above this where my brothers await me!”
The Dragon God is surprised her flames weren't enough, seeing Xeter standing on his hind legs, as strong as ever.
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“Ehhh… seems that the little pink pig was correct, you seem to be built differently. Oh I wonder, how will one carry one?”
Zergel on the other hand sees this and tugs the reins, prompting Paul’s horse to start running as fast as it could. The carriage plows through the snowy road as burning attackers lunge at them, only to die midway from being cooked inside and out.
Xeter throws makeshift Knives at the flying Dragon God, but all she had to do was look at it for it to stop and fall to the ground. She then swipes her hand, sending a sharp wave of air distortions to the Wolfman which he swiftly dodges, leaving a hair thin cut in the snow. Feeling the air around her and spotting the hundreds more that survived her flames, she materializes violet fireballs in the hundreds also above her. It then shoots bolts of piercing violet flames, penetrating the thick hides and armor of the Werewolves, even the ones behind cover of the thick trees were helpless as finger sized holes litter their bodies. But even with so much damage, the Wolves and Half Horse hybrids were still alive and more than ready to fight even with their bleeding bodies and damaged bones.
A few hundred meters away, Paul even with his growing pain had to stand up and start shooting at the wolves chasing them on all fours, they were extremely fast and was able to tank multiple bullets of his Python revolver, its cylinder already having a ring of powder residue from having shoot it so much. He had never felt such an intense lust to hunt, though he didn’t shy away from looking at them right in the eyes, they looked back with one more intense and powerful. Fixated like a wolf who had found its prey for the day.
The Wolfmen throw great spears at his horse. Wounding it, but the undead creature kept going even with the spears embedded on its body, entering a tight canyon road where the fall on the left of them could easily be a few hundred meters drop and the snow which made the tight path slippery wasn’t inviting. If the road was to be signed, it would have all danger and warning signs invented by mankind.
Back at the ambush point, Bahamut’s ears hear a sound, she then immediately uses Divine Magic to make a bright light.
Thousands of miles away, General Westwood with Colonel Moore is inside the big Three Rivers Fortress City. They’re Main Battle Tanks have proven to be hard to operate inside the tightly packed areas and roads, which were only made for carriages and horses. The District he is in is filled with nothing but rubble. Broken down buildings with a mixture of modern and old Architecture. Inside one of the Warehouses, he holds a Half human half Fox hybrid at gunpoint.
“What’s your relation to us? You're a player too aren’t you? Are you fucking aware how hard you made our lives? Telling these disgusting fucking Natives the weaknesses of our Cameras and Sensors?!”
The man stayed silent. The Colonel on the other hand is way too busy on the radio to even give a damn about the treatment of the poor creature even though they all know he was an Outworlder like them.
“When we first arrived here a few weeks ago, our Drones' cameras were blocked by bright light magic. Thermals also became unusable as you people started using fire magic to heat up the skies, blocking us of our air power. We’re then forced to rely on old methods and shit on you without proper thermal imaging. Don’t you see? We aren’t trained soldiers! My men are having mental breakdowns from all the civies we’ve been fucking killing!”
Colonel Moore’s eyes widen as he increases the volume of the Ham Radio.
“Good Morning Colonel Moore, or should I say Afternoon? Well whatever the time is there right now, I’d like to support that the Search Party I command, meant to search for the missing Eldwood General has encountered Rogues. The Vampire Queen right now has instructed us to follow and engage them but I think this information is useful to you too.”
The Officer then violently stands up.
“General! The Rogues are also present in the midcontinent! They’re not special to the Eastern Hemisphere!”
“WHAT?!”
“Currently, it seems that the missing General from Eldwood is about to fight them. Seeing how we’ve barely mapped this place, what’re we going to do sir?”
“Well fuck!”
Outside, Four T-80BVMs rolled into the opposing building, on the other side was the Commercial District of the city, where Hybrids still in their normal clothes stood in untouched streets. Watching the chaos on the other side of the river as their city guard made a valiant last stand.
“Shit! Colonel, how many men can we spare?!”
“We only have about Five thousand soldiers, each commanding seven skeletons. All of which are in combat as we speak.”
“Air support?!”
“I think Airbase Khe Sanh has some CAS ready for us.”
“Okay, tell them to get drop tanks and help out the Search Party, we have to exterminate those fucks in the midcontinent. Soon, we’ll be rolling there too.”
“Yes sir, and sir. General Vladimir Tzevnho is requesting for more Strykers.”
“Tell him we can’t bring shit. Everything is right now, to take over the Warehouses!”
He then went to another open room and there was a man in a black suit.
“So, do you know where that fox player is from?”
“Not the Cult… I think it's something deeper. That man used Demolition Charges to destroy some of my Abrams. He can only get that from us, meaning…”
“We have insiders.”
“Hm.”
“I’ll relay the information to my head.” The man in the black suit puts on his fedora as the ceiling shakes from a thunderous strike of artillery and dust falls on his shoulders. “Take good care General.”
“Hey! Is it true?”
“Hm?”
“Is it true that there’s a group out there that wants us to stay here?”
“I have no information to give to you about that. Everything here is classified information mind you.”
“What? The fuck did you just say to me you little shit?! Classified information?!”
The man in a well cleaned and ironed black suit stands in front of the General, face to face and eye to eye. Not caring about the disparity of the ranks nor combat experience.
“General… Do you want to stay here?”
“Huh? What? The Guild of Hopeville has done everything to help the United Nations in its efforts. Why would we come this far just to stay here?!”
“Because I have information that you’ve been getting giddy with some native Elves in Geraldia. May I warn you General, someone with such a high rank like you and power might be in prison with more magic and enchantments than any other place would have.”
“How dare you. I have a Wife and Son!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, General West. I recommend you shut your mouth about this. I’ll have my men take him. We have a special prison just for his type.”
The man in the suit leaves the room lika ghost that could fly away at any moment. The General tries to follow him to ask more questions, but the man is already long gone in the big haze of skeleton soldiers haphazardly shooting at enemies on the other streets.
The T-80BVMs with its ERA blocks and Relikt armor were able to roll through most of their defenses on the street. They then formed a line and turned straight into the brick wall of the four storey Warehouse.
“СТРЕЛОК! ОСКОЛОЧНО-ФУГАСНЫЙ!”
“ЗАРЯЖЕН!”
“ВСЕМ ТАНКАМ, ПО МОЕЙ КОМАНДЕ, ОГОНЬ!”
On the outside, the mixture of Russian and American Guild troops behind the MBTs could hear the Autoloader switching the shell from armor piercing to high explosive. The automatic spent casing ejection door opened and closed. The T-80BVM’s 125mm cannon was now loaded and the Columns commander prepared to shout the order. But before he could, a massive explosion rocks the tank next to him. Turning it to a blazing pile of scrap.
“ВСЕМ ТАНКАМ! НАОБОРОТ! НАОБОРОТ!”
The soldiers hiding behind them were thrown for a meter or two, all dazed and in shock from the massive boom. One Russian Outworlder, in full Ratnik armor looks up and could see a city guards with sacks of Gems full of Mana falling into the main battle tanks in a suicidal attempt to delay the Outworlders advance. He could only look helplessly as the Half human and Racoon man fell and turned the T-80BVMs into burning wrecks.
The surviving soldiers on the other hand were already making their way up to the Fourth floor of the opposite building which was previously abandoned by them due to being bombarded by Mages. General Westwood’s building wasn’t far from the ordeal, as behind this warehouse was the only bridge in the entire city that could support the weight of the Main Battle Tanks.
“Colonel, can we do anything about those civies on the other side of the river? This entire thing is giving them morale as their city guards perform a heroic last stand.”
“Sorry Moore, but as Brass said. We can’t do anything to them.”
Moore then turned to the map on the wall as the dusty crevices full of asbestos fill the surrounding air from a mixture of mortar and howitzer fire. The scene overall was more apocalyptic than anything he had ever seen in any films. With the real and true screams of the hybrid humans fighting for their city and land.
“Dang it. Well shit, let’s hope this doesn’t inspire more of them to come here. I can’t believe the Jarl of this place managed to bottleneck us. Hudson, any news with the Germans? Have they built the Pontoon bridges?”
“Yes sir, as we speak, their Leopards are crossing and are about to perform a Pincer attack through the West.”
“And the CAS? Had they gotten the General’s orders?”
“They’ve taken off and are currently headed to the Search Party.”
“Good. C’mon, we gotta tell the Gods we didn’t make it. The December deadline will pass and we will most likely have to delay the main invasion if they keep up this type of resistance.”
On a window right outside his location, a beastman on top of a four storey building with sacks of volatile Mana Gems falls into a parked M1A2 Abrams equipped with TUSK II. The explosion causes a chain reaction as nearby ammo trucks get hit and the ammo inside is cooked off. “Fucking hell. Another one really? Hey! Tell Khe Sanh if it can spare some fighter jets for us…! And tell the Transportation Brigade to bring me another Abrams!”
Back at the Canyon, the Knight General who is still laying at the back of the carriage is doing his best shooting at their pursuers. The man has already traded his revolver for his M4A1, he takes a peek at the dust cover and puts it up and starts putting rounds down the road. He was able to fend off the Wolfmen who were chasing them on all fours. As soon as they exited the Canyon path, a giant Demon in Knight Armor made out of Clay lay at the thick snowy jungle forest, even though only its upper half was exposed. The entire thing was about three hundred meters long to him, with its giant arm hovering over the jungle.
“Woah, what the fuck is that?!”
“That’s the old Demon General of the First Undead Horde! His body turned to clay after being blessed by the first Saint’s sword!”
“Dang, how overpowered should you be to be able to kill such a monstrous being? Like the dude is in all metal armor too and is gigantic!”
“That canyon we passed by and many of the roads here are actually remnants of their-” Zergel unsheathes a Hunting Knife and throws it at a Wolfman that was about to hop into the front. “As I said, many of the roads here are actually remnants of their fight! The two laid waste to entire forests and created paths through mountains as if it was nothing!”
“Wow! But these Wolfmen are getting very close to the back of the carriage!”
An explosion is then heard and the pinky finger of the giant demon falls onto the road, the entire path was then blocked and the finger itself was higher than the trees and spanned further into the forest both ways. This made Zergel pull the reins, making the horse perform an emergency stop. Skidding on the snowy road and nearly hitting it. Not wasting time, Paul musters whatever energy he can and stands up to exit the carriage, making his worsening wound bleed and with his assault rifle at hand, he starts mowing down the pursuers.
At the Ambush Point a few kilometers back, Bahamut is surprised by the tenacity and courage of the Rogues. Even though none of them was able to get even a hundred meters close to her other than their leader, which is just a pile of charred bones and ashes on the snowy road, they kept coming and attacking her. Using various forms of Magic and differing types of Great Bows, even a large one tipped with an explosive Mana gems. She was using fire magic like it was nothing as large towering plumes of steam could be seen miles away, like the surrounding forest was getting bombarded with artillery loaded with incendiary rounds.
Having been gifted with mastery over all of the arts of magic, new and ancient, she’s able to snuff out any spreading fire while at the same time using snow to blind and annoy her enemies. Within a few minutes, the entire forest around her was clear of the Rogues and proceeded to fly to the two. She then fires a bright light in the sky.
Back at the carriage, Paul’s wound was getting worse. He was bleeding from the nose and mouth. The only thing keeping him from getting killed was his guns, as the Werewolves still haven't been able to get accustomed to the strange new age weaponry.
But they were tough to kill, needing ten or more 5.56 bullets or three magnum rounds before falling. The Knight General is aware that he’ll soon be overwhelmed and is frantically thinking on how to escape the dire situation. In the midst of his train of thought, an arrow flies to him, striking just below his shoulder. The lucky shot caught him off guard and forced the man to switch to his sidearm. Still valiantly standing his ground while Zergel kept anyone from attacking him from behind. In his mind, as he slowly bled out. The Knight General could only look at the sky as more arrows were hurled at him.
“I hope I don’t respawn in Hell. Ah fuck.”
As soon as he accepted his death with fear and sadness in his eyes, a swift cut was brought down upon his surroundings. The distorted air, drops the arrows to the ground and a strange woman in a frilly gothic purple dress with bat wings flies over him at insane speed followed by a white helicopter and two fighter jets. Before he fell on his back, he could feel two soft things as he bounced off of it. Two long slender arms then wrap around from behind and a woman clings to him. Putting her crimson red lips next to his left ear.
“You may rest now, My Lord. I shall carry your burden, your pain and your wounds. You must live a long life, become old and wrinkle. For that is what it means to live a mortal life. Do not die now, for greater things awaits you.”
Though his consciousness was fading, he couldn’t believe who it was. That cold but sweet and deep womanly voice. It was certainly the Queen. But before he could think of questions to ask. He fades. Zergel on the other hand was fixed on the Queen, the tall blonde woman seemed to be an Angel who had fallen from the skies. But he wasn’t fooled by her immensely attractive looks. Sensing the danger and bloodlust emanating from the woman. Hopping out of the carriage. He sees the woman preparing to heal her Lord with Magic.
“Wa-wait! Don’t! His curse will only get worse if you do that!”
This makes her stop. Meanwhile, the Rogues on the jungles surrounding them are stunned to see the beautiful woman with sharp ears. Though the younger ones couldn’t understand, the Veterans ordered them to regroup and prepare for a big battle. Elizabeth on the other hand looked at the pigman with pained eyes. Her face, though cold and heartless like a killer who wasn’t afraid to take a life, looked as if it was on the verge of mourning the death of a beloved one.
“Th-he curse, the Bahamut told me that anything with Mana will kill him… I mean y-your Majesty.”
“Hoooh… this is… indeed a problem. As everything has Mana… what must be done?”
Her emerald eyes turn gold, preparing herself to defend her Lord as Werewolves with Bearmen arrive in full Knight armor and using better steel for their weapons.
“He told me… about something with their Mages from their world. They have some sort of-”
Before he could finish his sentence, the Queen disappears and reappears behind him. Faster than the pigman could blink. The only thing left on her trail was snow thrown about violently as the woman battled the attacking Rogues. Taking advantage of the situation to at least wound her. Gloriously charging into battle as they smiled at the opportunity of fighting such a strong foe.
“HAHAHAHA! MY FRIENDS! TODAY! WE BECOME LEGENDS LIKE OUR ANCESTORS WHO HAD WOUNDED THE BLOODSUCKING COMPANION OF THE SECOND HERO!”
But their glory was short-lived as Bahamut arrived at the scene. Setting them on fire, and quickly landing next to the bleeding Knight General. The snow beneath him was red as more blood came out of his nose and mouth. Some of the holes on the ground looked like white cups full of blood. Elizabeth without wasting time puts her hand on the woman's shoulder.
“We must get him out of here. You should be able to fly faster, go. I’ll tell my men to take care of the rest.”
“But, which direction?!”
The Queen pointed North.
“Just go straight. You're very close to my Kingdom's border. Look out for a white ornate wall that’s thirty lehers high. You have a very good guide, be sure to pay him handsomely.”
Knowing Dragonian, she understood every word that was said. Quickly taking flight while holding onto Paul’s body and Zergel sitting on top of her slender back as she zooms through the skies. The pink little creature was confused but happy that they got out of the situation.
“Another shitshow… how am I still alive?”
“GET ME ANOTHER I-V RIGHT NOW!”
“WE NEED A DEFIB ASAP!”
“DO WE HAVE EPINEPHRINES?”
“WHEN WILL THE NEXT CARGO PLANE LAND? WE NEED MORE PEOPLE AND EQUIPMENT!”
“Ugh… I want to open my eyes…”
“It seems that he is stabilizing.”
“Gotta hand it to those flyboys. They did a good job flying in these conditions.”
“I think they just don’t want to be flying when Christmas and New Year hits, looking for a man in a continent larger than Russia and Europe.”
“Yea, keep an eye on him. I’ll talk to the ladies.”
“The two vampires and that global boss?”
“Yea.”
“Come back alive. I still remember getting eaten by Bahamut. Ahahahaha.”
“I also got eaten by her, you moron. I think many of us Veterans did, trying to shave off her health bar.”
In the makeshift airport right outside of the border of Rose. A Doctor wearing a thick coat goes outside of his tent. Met with a dangerous snowstorm, he protects his face and hands. The temperature was so low that his hands and feet felt nothing and was completely numb. He enters a white construction barracks where two Vampires, one in a long purple dress and another in a red party gown, look down, frantically tapping the floor with their high heels while the woman in a black gothic funeral gown rummages through the cabinets. Looking for something and the soldiers and officers with them looked completely frozen. Afraid of how they’ll react if it's bad news.
“Uhm… Ahem Ahem.”
The soldier's visible breath stops as they hold it. Hoping it's good news as none of them are in the mood to calm down two very volatile vampires in freezing temperatures. While the two bloodsuckers stayed looking down. Clenching their hands that it's good news.
“Uhhhh… well… you three…” Bahamut then opens another cabinet door, still looking for something. “Or two, don't need to worry much. We’ve pretty much stabilized him.”
Alana was the first to deflate. Making a deep sigh as if tons of weight on her shoulder is gone while Elizabeth just drops her head on the wooden table. Smiling knowing he’ll live.
“Then Doctor, when will he be back on his feet?”
“Well your Majesty… we’ll need to replace most of his blood with that that is not cursed. We have blood here but it’ll take weeks or even months depending on his recovery speed.”
“Then it’s all good. Though the Gods have cursed me with this blasted eternity, this… this is good enough for the next hundred years…”
“Though High Command has instructed me and the other Doctors to hasten his recovery due to the importance of his position in negotiations with your Kingdom. I’d like to request one of you to follow me back to the tent.”
Alana elegantly stands up. Sternly looking at the Doctor.
“I’ll do it, Doctor.”
Bahamut, who was still rummaging through the cabinets, turns around and faces the two. “If needed, I am also here.” The Queen on the other hand was just too tired, and let the Countess have this one. Using the time to collect herself and her thoughts while the soldiers in the barracks nod in satisfaction