A Massacre

"Go." Was the word spoken by Ossa Magi, and when he said that word. He changed the world. His trembling hands stopped shaking when shadows flew across the floor. Immortuos won't take hits and not retaliate. The previous battles were all in defense of Immortuos. Now, we shall launch a true offensive. An offensive with one true army of Immortuos.

The shadow legion delivered my message. The scout corp that had been battling the Union and Church have backed away. The real kingdom shall rise now. All around the lifted grounds more ground began to lift. The world shook as if it was being tortured. The land that Immortuos' capitol held had been multiplied by five. It now held 250 acres of land on it. All the enemies were lifted with the ground to a height of 30 meters. If they decided to try and escape, they could have to fall 30 meters down. That'll kill the average person. The only option they had now was to fight back.

The dwarves immediately fired their cannons at the prebuilt walls while everyone else regrouped. An entire nation of people and creatures had just been lifted. And the area was still growing. It was like they were lifting the entire planet. And then, splat. That was the last thing that happened to the massive army. The Overseers were crushed as well.

A massive spider with the length of a mile kept walking. It's legs were huge. But, it wasn't a spider. But rather a robot. A massive robot operated by a single stone spirit. These stone spirits aren't real spirits, but artificial souls. They're like a super computer, but not perfect. It's entire body is the robotic spider. Engineers ran throughout its body, listening to a radio that told them what needed to be fixed. There was a large space filled with rooms and lounges in the spiders abdomen. It was where the zombies would take breaks. That's right, the undead need breaks too.

And so did the spider. It's large body was supported by electricity and mana. Well, it was sort of optional. It could be operated with either option independently without any issues. But, it did have a sort of self sustaining energy source. Zombies don't feel as much fatigue as normal people, so they can do hard manual labor. And it is pretty easy to pedal to make energy for two hours if you're super buff. And a hundred zombies can work for two hours and produce energy for five hours.

The spider itself can absorb mana from the surroundings, but it still has a lot of mana and electricity batteries in storage. This spider was a masterpiece of Ossa Magi. It could swim, fly, walk, and even attack with all elements! He prizes it very much. Even the layer of skin outside the skin is special. They had to slaughter thousands of animals to create this skin like fabric. It was very tough, as tough as titanium. It even had magic repelling capabilities.

After fawning on the spider, Ossa Magi immediately went into action. He sent one true army to destroy the church. This true army consisted of undead and spiritual puppets. These were made like the spider, but on a much smaller scale. This army was special though, special as in its fighters were trained in close combat more than any other form of training. Every their archers and magic gun wielders had the capabilities to beat a knight in a sword duel. They could defeat a spearman in a spear duel. Any close combat abilities that first come to mind are what they're trained in.

They are an army trained to kill more than destroy, that's what makes them so good for fighting other armies in open combat. This is the army being sent to destroy the church. They are led by a skeleton king. And although he is only referred to as general, he is proud of his position.

The roads connecting the Union went dead. Every sentient being went into hiding. After all, they killed the overseers. The fierce undead army marched through towns and cities. And yet, nobody stopped them. Arriving at the city of Flaura, the skeleton army stopped. They looked at the city walls in silence. Waiting, waiting for the order to destroy. This time, they were given the order to destroy it all, leave not a single living being continue their lives. Catapults, ballista, and cannons were all ready to fire. The, the city started glowing.

The quiet citizens suddenly rejoiced. The pope had arrived! He was the direct disciple of an Overseer. Of course, nobody knew about the complete destruction of the Overseers and the Union army. At least not here. These people didn't allow any goblins or giants in to spread the news. This place was too far off anyway.

The pope looked young, maybe in his mid thirties. He walked with a staff. This staff of his had an emblem marked on the top of it. This emblem was a circular gem with runes on it. It was clear that this staff was him main weapon.

The city continued to glow as the citizens came out of their homes to watch. The young pope raised his staff silently, and then he slammed it into the ground. The wall he was on shook as he looked down. He looked towards the undead army, thinking them to be complete fools who came here looking to die again.

A light burst from the emblem on his staff and flew straight towards the undead army. The light quickly closed the distance between the pope and the undead army. And just as it was about to hit a skeleton, the skeleton casually waved its sword, deflecting the light. Deafening roars sounded out as the undead army began rushing forwards. The heavy machinery the brought along with themselves came in use now. The cannons shot towards the walls, shattering them. Catapults flew into the residential areas and killed many civilians. The ballistas shot at the gate, nearly destroying it. Behemoths rushed towards the walls, scaling them and brutally smashing the poor troops located on top of it. The pope looked on in horror. He kept casting his light magic, and yet it was failing.

Quickly flying to his home, he turned around only to see the same skeleton who smacked his light away staring at him. It's empty eye sockets had a light in them. A flame. A flame that could devour any other flame. He sped up even more as he looked at those he failed. The citizens of his great city were going to die, and all he could do about it was run. He watched as bodies were thrown into the air, troops slashed in half by powerful undead. It was a one sided slaughter. He could only desperately run to try and get help.

He flew to his home where he destroyed a glistening golden watch. It was supposed to be broken during an emergency to call for the Overseer that took care of him. He waited and waited, pointing his staff at the door, prepared to shoot anything that dares intrude upon his home. He could hear the horrible screaming of women and children being slaughtered outside his home. The screams grew louder and louder, until they stopped. The doors creaked open every so lightly, without another word, he shot a fireball straight towards the door.

The door swung open and a spear lashed out. The fireball dissipated as the spear held its place. The person wielding the spear was a zombie. He held a look of contempt and hatred towards the pope. It quietly retracted its spear and began walking towards the pope.

"Please! Spare me!"

The pope's pathetic cries could be heard. Snot flew from his nose. Tears dropped from his eyes. He was like a little boy in deep trouble. It was too bad that the undead army held no empathy towards this man. He was dragged out by his hair to be shown the horrors done by the undead army. His eyes were forced open. He kept shutting them, so they cut off his eyelids. His vision was tined by a faint red tint. His own blood covered his vision.

He was forced to look around. He saw the corpses of women and children sprawled on the floors outside his palace. A group of them were rounded up, held by collars. They begged the pope for help, and he could only watch as they were beheaded. Only three people remained, a small family of one child and two adults.

"Go and kill them."

A deep gurgles voice sounded out next to his ears. "You displeased our master, so, you will only be allowed to die a horrible death." The pope hesitated. What was the point? He would die and so would they. But maybe he could use this as an escape route. Seeing the pope's hesitation, the skeleton added, "Perhaps we will let you go if you can kill them. You already have lots of blood on your hands. Three more lives isn't much."

That was it. That was all he needed. He raised a sword given to him by the skeleton into the air. The brought it down towards the family. His eyes shut as the family looked at him, fear and desperation was written all over them. Disappointment flashed through the skeletons eyes as he prepared to stop the man. Suddenly, the pope turned his sword to the side. He slashed at the legs of the skeleton nearest to him. The sword almost made contact before it was grabbed.

It seems that the human isn't so bad after all. The pope let go of the sword and dashed towards the family, taking the kid. He ran holding the child while screaming to avenge the family. He was only watched by the skeletons around him. They just stared. But now he couldn't care less. He kept running and running until he reached the gates. Laughter resounded in his ears as he turned to the side. He saw the skeleton once more.

"Chubby.. You haven't completely let us down. Good on you for trying to save the boy."

The pope dropped the kid as his throat was grabbed. He could feel the skeletons cold bones clasp his neck harder. He was about to die. A crack resounded in the silent city. The pope had died. The still running kid was grabbed by a giant zombie and flung towards a wall, instantly killing him. All was quiet now. And then, laughter.

Laughter resounded throughout the city. The horrid laughter of the undead echoed across the world that day. In what became known as the Massacre of Flaura, an entire kingdom was destroyed. Twenty two cities were attacked all at once by massive undead hordes to satiate their master's thirst for blood and vengeance. An estimated million people all died within a single day. A day that would go down in history as one of the worst massacres in the Era of War.