A Large Battle

The war between the Church and the Undead nation had just begun. The first official battle took place in the city of Gladii. The first unofficial battle took place near the unnamed city of the Undead Country. This city also happened to be the capitol of the Undead nation. The Undead nation changed their name to Immortuos and the capitol to the Undead Paradise. It was revealed that their great leader "Ossa Magi" had regained another part of his army, the zombies. Zombies had more capability to learn and had features from their previous life that made them more useful. For example, a bird skeleton would need magic to fly while zombies only needed feathers to fly.

The Immortuos quickly took advantage of this and used these zombies to fly into the sky and drop bombs. The biggest problem was their dragons. The skeletons all have larger than normal mana reserves, but it still took up a lot of mana to make skeleton dragons fly. So, the skeletal dragons stayed on the ground and swept up large numbers of kills using their breath and large size. But then, the zombie dragons came in. These zombie dragons could breathe fire and fly. This made them just as dangerous as normal dragons. Dragons could destroy a small city on it's own, so it was clear how powerful this new nation was.

The city of Undead Paradise quickly expanded. As it turns out, they had skeletons and zombies of five titans. They lifted land up 300 meters and built a single ramp that goes up to the giant platform. The total amount of land that the one city took up was about 50 acres of land. The ramp itself was large enough to build towns on it. This city was a fortress because you can't climb up the walls without being noticed. And the only entrance was heavily guarded. The giants of Immortuos helped build giant walls and turn the city into a giant fortress. Large "dragon slaying" crossbows were mounted on the walls. Guards were on the walls around the clock. And they even had magical light sources that weren't torches.

Their technology was on par with the goblins. These concentrated beams of light constantly looked over the ground and sky. The place was nearly impenetrable. That's why the first major attack on the city was a direct and powerful attack. The attack was led by a king of a large high ranked kingdom. His name was Askeladd. He was one of the top rated fighters within the Union. He had scars all over his face. He looked like a fighter, and yet he looked extremely old. He had taut muscles visible through his leather armor. He was an average sized person, just muscular.

The attack started early in the morning. Skeletons sounded the alarms when enemy soldiers were spotted. The Union had went all in for this battle. They planned to destroy the entirety of Immortuos with this battle. Skeletons and zombies alike drew their weapons. Beastmen from the Union roared. Some even hissed. The dwarves nervously loaded their guns. Humans held their shields. This battle was going to be devastating.

A dragon roared. But it wasn't a zombie nor a skeleton, but rather a real dragon. An ancient dragon. It's loud voice rang out, "Do not fear! The Overseers have given us their blessings and personally came with us!"

Cheers rang throughout the battlefield. Cheers that practically reassured their victory. Morale was raised as soldiers banged on their shields. This time, it was the skeleton's turn to fear. They feared not the enemy, but if they had displeased their master. He was a god. A god in their hearts. He had birthed them. He gave them life and taught them. Every undead lost was a piece of their god's effort lost. They couldn't believe that this enemy army still stood in front of them. They thought that their creator would've destroyed them by now.

It was most likely a test. They had trained so much for battle, and when their creator gives them to battle once more, they hesitate. This wasn't their first rodeo. They should've been fighting by now. Suddenly, an amused voice rang out. "Go on, what are you waiting for? Fight. I thought you boys missed this."

The undead suddenly remembered. Did they fight because the creator made them to? No. They fought because it was what they loved. The creator merely helped them often. They were told to always do as they love, so why must they hesitate? Now was the time! The time to shine once more!

Load groans and deafening roars could be heard. The zombies smiled. The skeletons flames were rekindled. It was time for battle. It was time for war! The roars grew louder and enshrouded the roars of the enemy. Arrows were immediately shot. The gates opened. Undead charged out to battle. It was a glorious sight. The dumbfounded Union regained their senses and charged as well. Yells of battle resounded throughout the world that day. The first creatures to clash were the skeletons and beastmen. They were the fastest. The beasstmen pushed their shields with all their might and swung down mercilessly. Their shields shatter some skeletons on impact, truly showing the battle prowess of the beastmen race.

Their weapons mercilessly swung down and crushed the bones of skeletons. The skeletons suddenly pushed back though. The larger beings of Immortuos had already arrived and began slaying the beastmen. Arrows rained down from the sky, piercing anything. Giants were shot down by dragon slaying arrows. Instantly dying. Few Immortuos soldiers would open up a large gap. It was like a festival. A festival of death.

The dances of swords, spears, and axes were beautiful. Many weapons of all kind clashed, one destroying the other. Giants and dragons fought their dead kins remains. And yet, no one felt disgust. Everyone felt the joy of war and battle. Some did feel fear and trauma, but they still felt some sense of thrill. Elephants suddenly broke through the crowds. The elephants went tusk to tusk with larger elephant skeletons. They were quickly defeated, but they held the line for a little longer.

Suddenly, horns blew. Reinforcements for the Union! But these weren't any horns, they were horns that signaled the arrival of the Overseers! The Overseers had arrived! The Overseers quickly flew to the front, swatting dragon skeletons to the side. All ten of them were here! More horns blew as all armies of the Union arrived. The frontal assault group slowly pulled back. They began to regather, as did the skeletons. The Overseers merely held back the undead army and retreated with the Union's army. The Church had sent their backup.

More horns blew and more armies arrived. But these were armies who had allied themselves with Immortuos, at least unofficially. The armies quickly clashed. It was clear that the Union had the upper hand, both in strength and numbers. This group of small armies was about to be destroyed. but that's when the Union made their most fatal mistake, they turned their backs towards the Immortuos. The undead army quickly rose back up and charged once more. Suddenly, the tables were turned.

The Union was sandwiched. The small allied army was no big deal, but the skeletons had reorganized themselves. They had a pike wall! Their giant undead group followed close behind them. The undead dragons flew up once more to face off against the dragons. Even the skeletal dragons flew upwards. The skeletons pike wall was formidable. When you break through, you are met with swords and spears from zombies. The beat of hooves resounded, the Union's calvalry had retreated as they can't break through their own army. They had no choice but to patiently wait for an opportunity.

Askeladd was at the front of the army once more. He sliced his way through the shield wall. He ferociously stabbed and slashed at zombies. he ducked, rolled, and weaved through the zombies in order to destroy the skeletons. His back had to be turned in order to slash at the skeletons though. That's why he had hardened his will to die. He couldn't care less about his own death anymore. The feeling of battle again had fulfilled him. He just wanted to minimize the amount of casualties.

He turned towards the tightly packed skeletons and admired their performances in his heart. Everything they did was damn near perfect. Suddenly, a sharp pain rippled through his body. It came from is back. He was stabbed by a zombies spear. He could see it sticking out of his chest. He broke the tip off the spear with his sword and swung his sword forward. He knocked skull off of a skeleton. Another sharp pain came from his body, this time from his right side. It was a sword. he yanked it out and threw it onto the floor. He was pulled to the ground by a skeleton, to which he responded to with a stab towards its face. He got up and slashed again. He got stabbed again. He stabbed out. He got slashed. He couldn't care less anymore. He had to break this shield formation or more people would die.

Eventually, he finally turned around to look at the emotionless corpses behind him. Or, thats what he expected to see. He saw in the eyes of these enemies troops, a sense of respect. A sense of respect he rarely got from his own soldiers. It looks like he could finally die with true peace in his heart.

He collapsed towards the ground, the spears impaled within him held him up.

Yet another soldier had died for an unworthy cause. Rage welled inside of him. He wanted revenge. Revenge on the Overseers. Revenge on the Church. these soldiers died for someone else's fears and beliefs, not their own. The glass ball in his hand shattered. He would not hold his army back any longer. He pointed his bony hands up towards the battle from his throne and said one word that changed the world. "Go."