Field of War 5 (2)

The bullets fly into the warmongering grunt, sending him into a rage. Jumping up in the air he lands swinging his swords downwards, it slashes into the mech travelling down from in the initial area, the mech stabs its blade into the grunt.

Skewing through, the grunt stops applying pressure as his bloodshot eyes start to dull to barely a spark remains before it too extinguishes. The Grunt falls off the blade, the mech looks at the damaged shoulder plate.

"[requesting rear support]" the voice leaves the communications as the tank position itself in front of the mech as 2 robust Shields Appear in the hexagonal pattern similar to the many other shields of Avalon.

Their turrets Shifting. Getting ready to fire the plasmatic charges, the barrels glow again before firing. The shell landing in the middle of the remaining plague army members, exploding their sent flying Away or completely obliterated the Infantry finally reaching the frontline.

As the mech Pulls back, the Infantry sprint forwards, their guns blazing as each individual Weapon is on the field. Swinging Massive Sickles, Enemies are sliced In half by the crescents, others a great sword.

Nito's Legion finally meets the enemy, the divisions Of plague and grunts look at them on high alert. The Scythe welding leader finally acts slashing his scythe, the blade cuts through reality appearing beside a chunk before harvesting them like wheat.

Blue balls of the souls appear over them being dragged towards the well, only for a stronger force to pull them in, the Scythe wielding being devouring the souls like snacks as the grunts go on alert. Suddenly the souls are pressured Out, almost dragging themselves out as he throws them up.

The units immediately flying towards the Well of Souls, Nito Unit blinks in surprise, "almost like a curse". He stares at the rest before repeatedly slashing his scythe, the skeletons move forwards as the scythe cut through the ground between them like fins.

Slashing up like claws after reaching them a chunk goes flying away again slash marks up their chest Vertically. The Grunts Finally Act, sprinting toward the primary commander, ignoring everything else.

"BOOM" the grunts knock to the ground as the Saber-tooth pounces on him, sending him to the ground. Growning he looks at it before it starts ripping into him, hollering out he smacks it off him, the halberd dragging across leaving a deep gash.

Getting up, he leaps over the forces, instead of managing to get within a quarter of the unit before thousands of spatial spires appear, skewering him from every direction. The blood dripped down onto the ground as the green mist spreads out.

The plague unit inhales it before smirking, their strength bolstered as they charge at the skeleton legion, breaking them apart into bones. They seep into the skeletons like a disease slowly engulfing them.

The grunts begin leaping again. Nito's general growls slashing his scythe he creates Long waves of slash travelling horizontally over the ground killing allies and foes. Being angry, he madly.

Slashes the scythe, again and again, killing plague units on mass as the spreading plague they look like from his standing dispersing Successfully, he smiles under the black Veil. Before a Sudden boom Catches him off guard, A Massive blade of festering plummeting down from above.

The general of the plague army, raising himself on festering Masses of flesh before tossing more swords, appearing out of Purple gates. And flying at lightning speeds towards him, The commander of the undead legion scythe shift as he spins it.

Spatial fields appear above and in front of him, as tens of thousands of slashes appear on it slicing through anything entering it, the scythe only increasing in speed as more and more slashes start to appear.

The Plague general remains neutral, this expression not changing at all as the units start to move in again, the undead general gives an all-clear sign. The cavalry in the back finally Move dashes through the large skeletal unit, getting Torn a sounder,

swinging their large halberd, the blade cut through them like paper as they start spinning it. Anybody entering the range getting slashed or losing limbs, some getting chunks of them severed. Even though it doesn't affect them.

The Plague unit taking far too many hits to go down easily unless vaporized, the cavalry leap back behind a line of skeletons. Positioning their halberd, they swing it over the skeleton's heads, hitting the plague units with the sharpened spear tip of their weapon.

The effect being astonishing as it staggers the infantry units back, allowing the skeletons to attack, removing entire chunks of their body. Eventually toppling them, killing them, the Grunts manage to kill enough themselves.

The blood points pouring into Lord Gadreel's Pockets, he smirks, "I can finally get a bloody general for the grunts, so they're not suicidal. He started the process of making a war general. One of the few named units In the factions. "Helldroos the first of the 5 generals of war."

It exits the gate, the large being riding on a horse, unlike his master the stead Possessing a mane of fire, its eyes glistening red. Its skin snow-white. The utter contrast Surprised him. A large Man 12 feet (3.658 meters) Tall Sits atop the massive stead. His hair snow-white as a beard runs down his chin braided, a massive war axe sitting on his shoulder flaming his armour being fairly heavy.

As only his eyes are viewable through a small slit, the rest covered in black steel, his gauntlets being leather with grip enhancers. The black lumps only furthering his steel grip on the axe moving out using the reins he Looks at Gadreel "I take it you'll be my commander Seraphim Gadreel the horsemen's Call".

"Obviously Yes" the war general nods before walking towards Gadreel "how may I be of assistance Lord Gadreel I am her to slaughter" Gadreel smiles "And that you will do" the general smiles under the helmet going noticed by Gadreel.