Death.

Flame.

Twisting of high temperatures.

A distant roar.

Everything, everything.

Endless.

It never ends.

In Urlsborough's eyes, it seemed that the war would go on like this, until the strongest fortress rotted in the sand, until the toughest warriors crumbled in battle, until all that it carried and cherished collapsed in the vicious passage of time.

In the face of everything in front of it, even Ulsborough, the high-ranking overlord and victorious general of the Randan Empire, the commander of tens of millions of armies, had to think so.

Whenever such a low thought crossed its mind, vicious acid would accumulate in its mouth, dripping to the ground, making large and small holes, and an unprecedented anger and indignation would emerge from its chest, and take over its mind for a brief moment.

Depressed, passive, war-fearful, and most importantly: incompetent.

It remembered that when its iron boots had just stepped on the dirt of this barren world, it had broken into the command room with its cronies and gendarmes, and dragged its former commander outside: the two of them knew each other, and had even fought side by side for a long time.

But that did not prevent Ursbro from turning his gun on his former colleague and coldly telling in front of everyone the charges it had committed, the unforgivable sins of malfeasance, cowering, and incompetence, and as they were read aloud, it sent hot bullets into the weary skull.

Then, it was its turn.

If it also fails to accomplish these established tasks, sooner or later a brand-new bullet will also burrow into its skull, and in peacetime, such a temporary killing will also take into account the problems of organization and military morale, but this time it is different: their [Emperor] is somewhere behind them, and its will is linked to every warrior with the throne, whether it is a rout, hesitation or panic, it will not affect the courage of every Randan soldier, no matter who the commander is, It will not affect the firm belief of every Ran Dan soldier.

In this war, no one is irreplaceable.

Thinking of this, Yin Qi occupied the mind of the Randan Overlord, and its gaze moved back and forth between the holographic projections and strategic maps of the front line, constantly calculating how long it would take to tear through the next line of defense.

It has broken through countless defenses, destroyed countless fortresses and trenches, and even it does not remember how much it has won in this desolate world, it may have led its army to annihilate millions of human armies, or more.

Either way, there will always be more opponents blocking its path, and there will always be a steady stream of legions and defenses on the next skyline.

Urlsborough's gaze rose with its gloomy thoughts, and it easily saw the supreme fortress in the layers of gunsmoke and wind: it was its ultimate goal, the core fortress of the entire world's defense system, and if it captured it, it would cut off the communication lines of the entire fortress community, and turn all the human armies into one unresonable swarm after another.

It knew that there were no less than ten Randan Overlords working towards this goal, and it was the most likely one of them to succeed, and it had long since been able to see the double-headed eagle emblem at the top of the fortress, shining so much that it seemed sacrosanct.

How long has it been since then......

The defense line was broken through one after another, the corps was annihilated one after another, its iron boots were soaked in human blood, and the news of the defeat of other overlords came to its ears, and in a trance, it looked up again, only to find that the ostentatious eagle emblem was still standing tall above all things, as if mocking its powerlessness.

They were so close that they seemed to be within reach, but they were so far away that they seemed to be separated by a world.

It will never be able to shoot down that eagle.

Unconsciously, such a thought flashed through his mind, and Urlsborough's gaze became more and more gloomy.

Along with its gloomy gaze, countless fires and shrapnel flew wildly on the battle line not far from it, and below these deadly metals were rows and rows of Randan soldiers, like the waves of the storm season, as if there was no end in sight.

Most of these Randan soldiers, most of whom were not qualified warriors, watched with indifference as the officers, young and old, collapsed like burning woods in the face of the dense fire, allowing the more elite warriors behind them to seize the opportunity to break through the human defenses.

Such attrition is not meaningless in vain, because when the defenders' crossfire is temporarily delayed due to the dense vanguard army, using armored vehicles or even low-altitude aircraft as cover, the best Randan soldiers will pierce every throat of the defenders like a sharp razor, and the Randan officer, who was still indifferent just now, will only appear at the forefront of the battle line at this moment, taking the lead, leading another victory of attack and slaughter with a furious roar.

The war is fought in this tragic and boring exchange, either the human warriors slaughtering the alien armies in the open positions under the cover of firepower, or the vanguard of Ran Dan is bloodied in the hand-to-hand combat with trenches and fortresses: the cycle repeats itself and never stops.

No one knows exactly how long this exchange lasted, because the scorching sun never slipped from the sky, and all the warriors, whether human or Randan, could only squander their limited blood in the infinite light.

It's the longest day.

As the gunfire stopped, Ran Dan's army poured into another fallen fortress, and only scattered sounds of resistance could be heard in the most remote rooms, but this did not prevent the hideous banner from covering the smoke-billowing wreckage, marking another victory.

The Overlord of Randan saw this, and it felt no more joy, for a message had just reached its desk: just as it was commanding the breach of another line of defense, the last friendly forces that followed it had suffered a devastating blow, and its right flank had been completely exposed, exposed to the monstrous wrath of the Human Empire.

【Dragon】

In their last messages, the dead overlords repeatedly referred to this terrible monster, unstoppable and invincible.

All this silenced Ursborough for a while, but it soon gave the order to continue the offensive.

It must accomplish its mission, and they are more important than its lives, more than the lives of all the warriors under its command.

It knew that the battle situation above the sky had fallen into a point that was not favorable to them, because it was all the more necessary to achieve results on the ground, so that the warships that were constantly fighting for air supremacy could be freed to devote themselves to real naval battles.

It is impossible to give up, they have been consumed in this world for too long, and they have given too much, and when their emperor is unable to give precise orders for various reasons, no one dares to abandon this ground battlefield that has opened up the situation at will.

The cost is too high.

So.

It had to take down that fortress.

Whatever it will face.

——————

"They're coming!"

As the chief's hoarse roar resounded through the trenches, at least a hundred equally hoarse throats repeated his words, like an ensemble that could not have been worse, guaranteed to torment every pair of ears placed in the trenches.

The same goes for the sergeant.

He plucked at his ears, but there was no more trembling or nervousness: he had been in the war with Randan for almost five years, fighting these monsters in four different worlds, in fact, everyone in his machine-gun squad.

Silence prevailed in the trenches, and only the sound of checking weapons and whispering prayers could penetrate his ears, and he could see the positions where artillery and anti-aircraft fire were placed, and the points of fire that he could spot.

On his front line, there were dense layers of trenches, where tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers, a full regiment, were stationed to meet the first frenzy, and only after they had lost their entire army or abandoned their positions, it was their turn to be on this line of defense.

The sergeant looked up, and soon he heard the first roar of war, and he sped into his bunker.

The roar of drones and cannons was far faster than the wave of Randan's soldiers, countless shells turning over every inch of the land, and blood and wreckage drifted in all directions with a sharp sound of death harvest, until the firepower of the Empire also joined the melee.

The artillery battle was short and incomparably long, and by the time the sergeant shook his buzzing head and returned to his post, the end of his vision had been completely occupied by a dense black wave.

A black wave pierced the sky, slowly stretching out like a spear from hell, and then, countless twisted engines of war joined the rampant army with a rumbling roar, and almost instantly, the flames of war burned through the entire position, and hundreds of thousands of creatures fell with a wail of pain at the very first moment of the battle.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sergeant called out to his men and pulled the trigger.

"Bang-"

——————

A human bullet struck Ulsbro's breastplate, but not even the slightest notch was cut.

Ran Dan's overlord did not hesitate, and with a casual swing of the blade of his right hand, the lifeless human body fell to the ground along its blade, joining the ranks of his thousands of compatriots.

It seems to be a general, the head of the trench: Ulsbro told him what he had seen of man.

But it didn't care, it cared about the breakthrough of another front: it knew that every trench it took here was more important than ten cities in other places, for it was the last obstacle, and behind it was a passage to its destination.

It moved forward again, countless of its most elite warriors following its every step, it could see the fierce armored battles going on to its right and left, countless steel behemoths killing each other like the sun growing on the ground, and it could see that the last fortresses were trying in vain to kill it, as every human it had encountered in the battle had just done.

It roared, it roared, it could feel the hot air pouring out of its throat, it wielded its weapons: a sword in its right hand, a cannon in its left, fighting as much flesh as it could, no one could hurt it, it was the wind of hell that brought death and fear, it blasted through tanks, smashed fortresses, and tens of thousands of armies crumbled under a single charge, reduced to scarring corpses ready to be killed.

One knife, another knife.

One step, one step at a time.

When the freshest blood was once again splashed on its face, Ulsbro looked up, and it looked at the two-headed eagle that stood tall in the sky again.

It's close.

Extraordinarily close.

The sound of gunfire like a storm broke its joy, and it could hear the sound of another group of warriors falling, and the roars of those eager to kill it.

It laughed.

It swings its sword, moves forward again, and gives those humans the end they deserve.

——————

He's dead!

They're all dead!

The sergeant gasped and ran, his weapon replaced with a tattered rifle, and his original weapon and his men had fallen in the bloody mud.

Now, he leaned against an equally tattered pile of sandbags and mud, behind him a destroyed cannon and the corpses of the artillery that were getting cold.

It was a high ground and he could see it all clearly.

He saw the battle lines torn apart, he saw the smoke that symbolized his men, he saw the few survivors still struggling to fight back, he saw Randan's army, they were still advancing, endless.

The most terrifying figure was at the very front of the aliens, the twisted creature that could be three meters tall, and it had single-handedly slaughtered entire trenches and fortresses.

He saw it......

It's looking at him, looking at him.

With a hideous smile, look at him.

How terrible that smile was, it happened on the face of the most twisted monster, accompanied by countless stumps and severed limbs, like a regular visitor in a nightmare.

The sergeant looked at the alien, the alien he had countless reasons to fear.

He knew what he had to do.

And then.

He raised his gun.

Aim.

At the same time.

He felt it, and a blazing wind seemed to blow over his head, across the hopeless vault of heaven.

He looked up.

——————

It saw it all.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

Urlsborough couldn't help but widen its eyes as it watched as the hordes of iron eagles tore through the gray dust and scrambled along the lowest canopy to its legions.

They're still coming.

It can feel a kind of tension.

The Iron Eagle landed, the demons came out, and the warriors in green armor poured out of the planes like a sea of mad forests and came to this barren land, covered in the marks of war: scrapes, ashes, scars and mutilations, and scarlet pupils.

It saw its legions roaring, countless Randan warriors roaring, and they rushed forward in a rage, the light of the blades and the blazing heat of the flames filling every inch of the land in an instant.

It saw, it saw the most terrifying of all the demons of men, and he was so striking and unique: the dark-skinned berserk giant, taller than a whole heavily armed war engine, more savage than a hundred screaming and fierce Randan soldiers, wielding that warhammer to obliterate everything around him with a speed that no one could see.

He's so hideous.

So wild.

So savage and violent.

Even a living devil who crawled out of hell has a face that is far less terrifying than one ten-thousandth of this demon.

Overlord Ran Dan could feel his acid accumulating again.

It tightened its grip on its blade and pushed away its guards, rushing at the monster that was slaughtering without hesitation.

It slammed into the Green Demons who tried to stop it, its blades and cannons cutting blood marks on their necks, allowing countless lives to pass away, and in just a few breaths, it had harvested at least twenty Green Demons in its path, or Astarte.

The flames and bombs slammed into its armor but to no avail, and it was not afraid of any of them, and in the next deep breath, it finally tore through the last line of defense, and it finally caught the attention of the tall demon king.

It saw that the swarthy face was turning to it, what a twisted and terrible demonic face, as if it were a living embodiment of savagery and slaughter, his pupils the purest scarlet, as if speaking of the cruelty of his master.

It saw the warhammer, and the countless rays of blood had stained it a disgusting crimson, and God knows how many lives it had harvested in the long battle that had preceded it.

But, it's over.

It roared.

It rushed forward.

It wants to kill him, it's its mission and duty, and no one can do it but it.

——————

Vulcan, wielding a war hammer, blew the challenger's head in one fell swoop.

Another one.

The alien's head shattered in the first moment of contact with the warhammer, and its charging body didn't even break free of the shackles of speed, rolling in the dust several times before it collapsed to the ground.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon glanced at it, and the alien had just killed many of his children, which made his anger swell even more: Vulcan had not closed his eyes for hundreds of hours, and he and his children were constantly running and killing on the most dangerous fronts, and the last one in front of him was the last.

He roared, he shouted, his body inspired everyone, countless salamanders and even mortals roared to the sky, joining in this grand battle.

The alien had collapsed, and the moment the Lord of the Fire Dragon appeared, all the aggression and madness had collapsed, and when his anger turned into flames, not even the most rampant courage could shake him.

At this time.

Now.

Blood is flowing.

The dragon is roaring.

Fight to the ground.

The sky is on fire.

Yes...... This chapter, it feels completely out of shape.

After all, Vulcan is the original body, so I have to explain the situation on his side, there must be a little bug in the plot, please ignore it.

Saying...... How exactly did I write these 5,000 words?

Hawkers, forget it, I don't want to think about it, I feel like my brain is going to grow.

(End of chapter)