Weeks passed and fierce battles between soldiers and demons took place on Mars. Soldiers were falling. The supercharged elites were falling too.

Meanwhile, Darkskies was accelerating the injections of his future soldiers. They would never be ready in time and this was for afterwards, to organize a resistance and limit the damage.

China, the Russians and soon everything that could fly in space was rushing to Mars.

Like an abyss, the soldiers fell and the portals were dismantled to avoid a takeover.

But a diamond appeared at the site of what was once Phobos. It was huge and then a light, like a scanner, sent a structure to be rematerialized like a 3D printer piece.

An unknown carrier was coming.

Immediately, the humans knew.

It was a demon attack ship.

It was there before the fleet arrived and...hundreds of fighters took off from the structure along with helldrakes.

The human fleet was blown to pieces in space. The technology was far superior. At least 1 to 2 centuries. It was as if Napoleon's grunts had to face Tsahal.

No ship survived. And, immediately, the transport ship rushed towards the earth.

The world panicked and chaos ensued. Unheard of defenses had been put up, but the United States had been much "wiser." They had listened to Bishop.

Churches of Chaos had been set up and all kinds of wealth had been accumulated. They paid the Jizya, an ignoble tax on the right to exist.

To lure the invaders a little, they opted for the Chaos flag.

And when the ship arrived in orbit, it scanned and the resources accumulated in the tridents were teleported.

Enemy ships poured in from all areas of the planet and... miraculously, the United States was spared, but the demonic generals still came in and demanded more tribe. The Americans fell flat on their faces but their lives were spared.

The rest of the world did not have such a happy ending. An unprecedented massacre took place. The Americans, assimilated to the army of Chaos, had to finish their dirty work and bring their tribe in human flesh.

No refugee or non-American could set foot in the USA. Some tried to build tridents but it was too late.

All Americans were soldiers or slaves. They had to obey zombies, demons and above all not look at them. One wrong look and they were eaten.

Bishop now knew why Ivan hated Demodragon, an arch-demon tormentor.

The first Hybrids and High Humans came out of their cocoons along with the first dragons.

They remained in a secret base with Viseron. 10 years had passed since Connors and Grace were cocooned and Bishop had traveled to the Alter World to try to stop the massacre

A set of secret cities, hermetically sealed from the world, provided a semblance of a future for Americans.

Bishop's mission was successful, but Connors' family was gone. Like many Americans, the weaker and less fortunate had perished from starvation and trauma, not accepting their ignoble condition. Only the mother came to lay flowers near the mountain where the base was buried, hermetically closed to the outside world.

It was cruel, but the mother could no longer go to see her son and daughter. She risked betraying them if she was followed or denounced.

She died shortly afterwards from a tumor that could have been cured under other circumstances and might not have existed if it weren't for the pollution and nuclear winter that ravaged other parts of the world.

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Men fought proudly with robots, bots and increasingly terrible weapons.

The armada that should have attacked the United States only served to slow down the inexorable.

The zodiacal dragons have particularly ravaged the former superpowers.

Having already experienced modern wars in the Dragon Lord's World and the nuclear armada of the Neo Nippon Empire in Bishop's home world, they were well prepared.

There were no surprises.

But what's worse, these dragons were all arch-demons too. Which means that if they die, they go back to Fayrune, wait for a few centuries for their negative energy to replenish their bodies, and then they attack again and again and again.

They are like a family of villains with King Demodragon and Queen Vulture manipulating like a puppet the evil goddess Tiamat the infernal.

But an event came to change the situation.

The generals were particularly keen on interrogating, torturing and devouring the Indian shamans, looking for clues or testimonies about the dragoness Poisse and the Hydra Tiamat Obsidian and their friends who fled with them.

But soon their search did not make much sense, because by dint of waging war, it is inevitable to lose a battle one day, and this was the battle not to be lost.

They had the annoying habit of leaving milestones and artifacts, each one as cursed as the other, to be able to come back just in case... or to make plans on the moon (expression).

The horn of Tiamat remained in the dimension of the world of dreams, or the Alcheringa, where all that was past, present and future could meet was an illustrious example.

After many tribulations, a crew of heroes dispatched to end a threat, and experienced in warfare against a race of monstrous, powerful and intelligent aliens, finally succeeded in their mission, well, partially.

The artifact, activated opened a portal leading here, probably leading the way to a defeated or absent Tiamat.

The artifact must have come from Tiamat "the evil" but defeated, her powers were in a young hydra, too young and inexperienced to enter this dark business of power. The poor creature was now called Poisse and she had been taken by another hydra, much more powerful: Obsidian...

A diamond appeared near the earth and a huge warship appeared.

Immediately it entered in communication with Viseron who called for help and took stock of the situation.

The Emperor, Hero and Commodore (supra commander) Arcturus understood the desperate situation of humans like himself and instantly fired on the "Repressior" which housed the 2 arch-demon generals.

Taken by surprise, they had no time to raise the barrier or protective field and the shot that was used could have split the planet in two.

Their ship, the largest ever built by mankind, had incredible firepower.

The Repressior orbital ship was cut in half and the command center was vaporized.

The demons on board were exterminated.

Immediately, the remaining troops returned to the second ship, the Inquisitor, leaving half of the Zodiac dragons trapped.

They began to teleport back to their dimension when a second burst of fire blew out the back of the ship and the portal, sealing their fate. The Zodiac Dragons on the ship narrowly escaped and returned to their base where an unpleasant surprise awaited them...Tiamat the Infernal had been defeated and torn to pieces, barely surviving.

The Bucéphalus fired other destructive salvos on Martian bases, and bases containing portals to seal this world and that it can heal its wounds, the coordinates sent by the Terran resistance [https://img.wattpad.com/1c2cd260213b01d549aed46d9275e903c51537f0/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f366a65384e4c6757674e456e4f673d3d2d313038313032373639392e313638356339633437383966343363313833383739363635303234342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The Bucéphalus fired other destructive salvos on Martian bases, and bases containing portals to seal this world and that it can heal its wounds, the coordinates sent by the Terran resistance.

Then, as if fate wanted to put everything back in place, the ship disappeared, returning from where it had come.

The country was ravaged, radiation rained down in black showers and the first superhumans and dragonoids emerged from the shelters.

They now had the difficult task of rebuilding the world, but it would not be easy.

6 infernal dragons were left alone. They were stuck here, with no way to call for help and they didn't have the knowledge to rebuild portals.

They were scattered and basically hated each other.

Each would try to rebuild an empire on the ruins of the countries they had devastated.

So their reign of terror would begin.

But what was terrible was the loss of knowledge, of destroyed universities.

The priority of men was no longer knowledge and saving technology but simply filling their stomachs.

Thus a generation passed, the older ones dying and taking their knowledge with them.

Little by little, industries were forgotten, magic being the priority to create golems, turn the fields, raise cattle and fill the lack of manpower.

And then one day, the last power plant shut down. No one could fix it.

Bishop and his team went into deep hibernation, to be awakened later, when the world had moved on and they could once again revive civilization.

Connors and Grace were separated, out of ignorance, along with other unhatched eggs. They were mixed with the eggs to be hatched in the distant future.

Gradually, drakes and dragons reproduced and soon a separation between humans and their species was marked.

But the drakes reproduced faster than the dragons and the dragons migrated to other kingdoms, some under the rule of the zodiacal dragons who would later be known as the Wyvern Lords, being only 6, the zodiac no longer having any meaning