Isolated.

The entire army moves forward through the chokepoint into the Draconic Kingdom. Little defences placed along this side of the border.

The Wastelands considered desolating. For such a vast army, the Pouring rain hiding their approach The Vast Clouding of fog limited visibility for them.

Christoper looks at the cliffs. "eliminate them" a sniper detachment aims their rifle, 2 deafening shots ringing out the guards' alert before they stare down at their heart.

a hole through them as they collapse, spurting out heir mouth as they lie Lifeless within seconds, "secure the towers and prepare to secure the borders to isolate them."

Companies of 256 troops break off, rushing over the borderline to secure it. Killing the troops within the towers on the theocracy side as they run along it.

Plasma walking beside him. "Are you sure they can secure the Borders?" Christopher smiles "that 256 troops in power armour equipped with a fully automatic weapon and Tier 2 to 3 magic."

The army pushes forward the Forts coming into view "crumble their escape" a field distorting reality forms around him nothing able to detect it.

The magic device in the fort goes haywire. "ah sir," he looks towards the soldier. "What is it?" the Soldier points at the device. "Are device is going haywire."

He nods. "it probably just the higher concentration of mana in the clouds. "no sir, this is violent levels of mana-" Several thunderous explosions collapse 3 of the 4 gates. The sound reverberating across the fort town.

The Lord Sprinting out. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" the knight rapidly spread out, trying to secure and locate the threat "Push" the enormous force of soldiers races through the Land.

Surrounding the fort rapidly. before closing in on the town "HEADS DOWN!" The people obey, covering the back of their skull as they shiver on the ground.

Some resisting "WHAT ARE YOU DOINg the-" bang 3 consecutive shots ring out, hammering into the screaming moron.

His body dropping without a sound. Blood pooling beneath him, the other ready to fight quickly hiding their tails.

The Lord looking around "[Target confirmed ready to fire]" Christopher."Fire at will". The bullet whizzes through the air as the blast echoes behind the bullet.

The Lord's head piece as he stumbles back, thumping back to the ground. Blood and other fluids mixing as they flow out the bullet wound.

Christopher and Plasma move forward, the entire army following as the people stare in terror '𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.'

Entering the city, builders move towards the gates, recycling the materials before reconstructing them in minutes.

Christopher placing his hands behind his back looking around at the wooden houses and the muddy road. "Clean up the body make it look like nothing happened."

The soldiers move into action instants. Christopher moving towards the keep. "Should we be moving this slowly, the border is secure and the Dragon kingdoms isolated from the world."

He shakes his head. "The guards' only job is to kill any messengers that try to get military aid and send a spy back in after scanning through the expected trip time."

Plasma Place a hand on her chin, pondering. "Should we spread out to secure other forts and move in like that?" Christopher stares ahead.

Shrugging "I don't know if the armies we have would be enough. However, we can split off brigade." His hand gleams, forming amulets.

Shouting the commanders of split of brigades come toward him kneeling, "This Amulet will create a reality distortion field deploy it before invading forts."

He sighs, "now Strike Swift and rapidly," they instantly Split off from the main Army. Rushing at full speed, they close on the spirit out fortresses.

Christoper walking in front. "rest of you move. We have Primary economic cities to capture." the Lord of the man city feels a chill down his spine.

Rubbing his back he stare out "what this bad feeling." he sighs before getting back to doing the numbing amount of paperwork.

Unaware of the enormous force ravaging the land. Christopher's army moving slowly as Fort after fort is capture.

And suppressed. The soldiers moving as more appear to take over control of the town's guard, doing little to suppress the Populous.

The rumours and whispers spreading in the Town. on how the terrifying force just seem like a regular guard unit.

The Civilian adapting easily to the Guard unit as they continue their regular day. Nothing really changing except the crack downs on Pimps and brothels before securing those forced into it.

And leaving without another word the Guard Unit fairly quiet, patrolling the city and such without problems. Providing additional aid to those who request it, including stable food supplies and clothing.

The prior broken off brigades going back up with the main army as it approaches an upcoming city rather dead in the still pouring rain.

Days having passed as flooding has become commonplace. Noting this, Christopher shifts the weather, the rain vanishing.

before the Fog Increasing to the point of Smog. around the city, the Moisture density only increasing.

Before stopping beneath lethal and damaging density. "Gorgon deploy Smaller craft Secure the barracks. Destroy the barracks and primary military facilities."

Electricity Crackles outside the capital, shielding of the Gorgons tens of aircraft appearing in the sky. "hey what that!" the tanks rolling forwards.

At each gate. Units splitting off into many brigades side by side on each gate. "fire" the Shot Arcs out sundering the air with Deafening Rumbles.

Alerting the guards before the gates are blown through Soldiers Rushing into the place before opening fire on the soldiers.

"ON THE GROUND." Plama looks at the wall flickering out into a plasma strike. She hammers onto it. arcs crackling between her hands.

before Chains of lightning discharge from the ball in the centre impacting the solder is armour is split, melting away as a cauterized hole sits in the chest of the soldiers struck.

More plasma troops flicker onto the wall and firing the plasma balls melting through armour as the walls are taken over, the city itself unguarded and taken by surprised.

Several explosions ring out. Every barracks and armour turns into a pile of rubble. Enemy soldiers rush to get armour arriving at the ruins of the barracks.

the city not even able to fight back from the surprise strike inside the lord staring out the window with narrowed eyes.

The Lord stares into the smog, trying to discern anything from it. The thundering explosion placing the manor on high. Alert a soldier rushing in. "SIR PLEASE EVACUATE TO THE-" his eyes widen a sword pierces through the soldier's neck,

The man choking on the blade as blood spurts from his mouth. Christopher, Throws his body off the tip of the blade, looking toward the City lord.