Count Formal had never seen so many killed so quickly, the auxiliaries were decimated within seconds of their charge, the armored soldiers blasting them apart with their staffs and their vehicles. Just a minute later it was all over, hundreds of monsters now lay dead, without taking the life of a single enemy. Count Formal turned visibly green as he watched it all and even greener when he saw the aftermath.
The corpses of the monsters were horribly disfigured, some had their heads literally blown apart, their brains spilled across the white pavement they were standing on like cake toppings. Some had their limbs cut off, now bleeding to death as they lay on the ground wide eyed, yet others had their torsos torn open, organs now spilled across the ground, as if all the butchers in the city had discarded their useless garbage here.
How had their enemy done this? Formal wondered. Some kind of dark sorcery? An occult ritual? Perhaps a gift from their god? What he was sure of now was that coming here was a mistake and that they had to leave NOW.
Count Formal: G-General, we must withdraw, no man can survive that level of destruction, if we...
He didn't get to finish his desperate plea however, as the general, now in a panic, issued the order for the legionaries to attack.
Saderan General: L-Legionaries, forward CHARGE!
"NO" Count Formal screamed as he watched the legionaries charge against their foe. At first, he hoped the enemy would retreat as despite the power they wielded, they were grossly outnumbered. Such was not to be however, as they stood their ground unleashing their dreadful wrath upon the charging men. Their might was soon joined by that of the vehicles beside them and then the flying constructs above. Soon though, it seemed as if the stubborn defenders would be overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers as tens of thousands of legionnaires, surged forth. Still, the enemy was defiant, their armor proving more formidable than anything yet seen by the Empire's forces. Their maces to, were deadly, most who were struck by them spasmed and twitched as if they had become possessed, (the effect of a shock maul on the high power setting) even if they failed to get through the legionaries' armor. One of the enemy's numbers, obviously their leader, grasped a mace that literally glowed blue, causing whoever was struck by it to explode in a burst of lightning.
The general was clearly frustrated by the slow progress and livid at the things in the sky which blasted his army with impunity. Signaling with his hand for a runner he ordered.
Saderan General: GET THE CAVALRY TO ATTACK AND TARGET THE ENEMY COMMANDER. HAVE THE WYVERN AIR CORPS TAKE DOWN THOSE METAL BIRDS, DO IT.
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The general's face was bright red and out of breath after finishing his order, anxious to eliminate those who had so frightened him. For a moment it seemed victory was within their grasp, the cavalry galloped through the Gate and felled the enemy leader and the wyvern riders managed to force the enemy flyers into retreat. Unfortunately, it was at that very moment, that THEY came. Count Formal had thought that the black armored men and women in front of them were this state's most elite warriors, he was wrong, so very wrong.
They charged in at ludicrous speed, a virtual blur to the naked eye, cutting apart any who were within their reach and wielding what appeared to be enormous swords, but these were far more horrifying than any weapon he had ever seen before, Some glowed blue like the weapon the previous enemy commander used and cut through armor and men as an ax might cut through parchment. But most held swords with spinning teeth which literally ate through whatever it came into contact with. Why anyone would devise such an insane instrument of killing was far beyond Formals ability to understand.
At first, he thought they were some kind of magical golems, but then he saw one of them without his helm. The being had a face and as much as he could not believe it, the face was human. Not only that, but the face was one of the most beautiful and handsome he had ever seen, as if it had been carved by an artisan. Long white hair flowed from his head down to his gargantuan shoulder pauldrons, his eyes were a stunning violet purple, a color human eyes should not possess. (The 3rd Legion has purple eyes because of their Primarch's potent gene seed, they do not recruit from world near the Eye of Terror in either the original lore or in Imperium ascendant) The man's armor was a rich Byzantine purple, covered in gold filigree, the Count could not even imagine the cost of such a suit, that amount of purple alone would have been worth a fortune for even the highest noble. Most shockingly, was the sheer size of the warrior, even if the armor was taken into account, he had to be at least eight feet tall if not even higher.
The giants continued their slaughter, some wore armor in the same color as the white haired one while others were clad in yellow or gray. Whatever color they wore, all, moved with a speed and grace completely at odds with their heavily armored forms. The legionaries were no match for these behemoths and quickly realizing this, they surrendered, fortunately, it seemed these warriors were not without mercy as they moved on after the infantrymen dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
Overhead, the enemy's metal birds returned with the bodies of dead wyverns and their riders, plummeting to earth.
The cavalry and the general along with the Count tried to make for the Gate on their horses, but incredibly, they found their animals, bred to be the strongest in the Empire, outrun by the heavily armored giants. Count Formal was one of the closest to making it to the Gate and for a second, he thought he would actually make it, but then he was literally lifted from his steed and dropped to the ground. He desperately attempted to get up, but then one of the warriors pinched the back of his neck and he fell to the ground once more.
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