A costly mistake

Christopher Gaze at the paperwork infront of him, the actual leader of the city infront of him having handed it to him, "and this was a direct message from the Fuhrer of Amestris?"

He Nods at his questions and responds, "Yes that directly from the Fuhrer." he grins at it, the simple message a declaration of war.

"Xing is much the same, sir. They also declared a reference to exploration." He smiles. "Fine, then we'll become relation with Xing Deploy forces to the front tanks and Mech covered in wood and Camoflauge to blend in equip the Mech with the Pouncer 1080."

the Pouncer, a 3 burst shot explosive ammunition Flare this capable of firing at angle other explosive weapons wouldn't, the setting capable of shifting to automatic.

"Do we want to deploy Juggernauts, too?" He respond to that request "equip a heavy armoured devastator with a shield pack, make sure the missile are double tap to go through object and still hit targets."

Alchemists loving to transmute walls to block attacks, infantry force heavily reinforced with even heavier equipment, rapid fire high RPM Rifles.

Burst shock airstrikes, everything that can make a country regret ever attacking already to go OnTop of an invincible leader and an orbital ship capable of destroy or glassing a country on a whim.

"This Dumb fuhrer thinks he can handle our forces and fortify the border man the tree. Turn it into hell if you have to just get those fucking maggots off my land."

considering Amestrian as nothing more than a bandit lacking morality, honour or even the basics of empathy, "Show no mercy to any of them if you can Capture Alchemist and disable their abilities, they aren't all bad, just most of them."

thumping marches occur widely, stomping out the grass beneath them as the force of Christopher rush into the trees with snipers, other equipment with assault rifles.

Devastator Ready, the Marching forces heading for its Artillery Tanks ready up, and within a few moments all hell break lose Missiles Rapidly fire out of the woods.

Exploding with enough forces to be considered apocalyptic "WHERE UNDER-" his head blown off by snipers in the tree X-ray, the most useful against these Scum bads.

Tanks coming in "it a surprise that they managed to Move this much so quickly." The commander says general plasma reacts. "Not really, it is a heavily militarized country."

The tank blow up before they can even be of much use "Fire the Orbital strikes, terminated Essential tracks of East City." Thurlein starts to shift.

Multiple protrusion fold outwards, charging hyper intensive energy beams erupt, slamming down onto the Most essential tracks.

The explosive might collapse interior cities, the walking orbital strike obliterates the Kilometre of track all the way to the third major city.

Report flooding in of massive damage as napalm strikes slam down on the Agricultural section, "How are this many operations being organized simultaneously?"

A major salute "Report sir civilian that survived Reported strikes akin to beams fling down from beyond Sight." Another Set of them crashes down.

"And this sir was found in the camp of a now deceased colonel. it appears he was struck without even being capable of reacting."

The soldier set it down, The Circle spin, "103 operations all active in once instants." the figure of Christopher form a Hologram "What?"

Christopher smiles. "This isn't really even a two-way call. You must be curious." The Fuhrer narrows his eyes. "You attack us first and now I get to kill your Dishounrable Maggots ON mass. this number casualties can't be pleasing to Father."

He smirks. "Just be lucky I haven't directly annihilated your major's centre, but I can say that poor old sloth won't be finishing that circle anytime soon."

He lifts his Hand "Strike the Central armoury." The imagery ending after that, A finally word escape "I'd be cautious, ammunitions are very explosive."

A thundering boom reverberates, rising into the sky, as the Fuhrer's eyes widen at the horrible level of damage that will cause enough to make even Father wince.

"I've made quite the Costly mistake" casualties in the hundreds on Amestris side, no telling how many more overwhelming forces he has Christopher bluntly, reading through it.

Gaia mewling as she rest against him, he glances towards her making a blanket; he puts it over her as a light snoring gentle waver over the air.

he contiunes to read the rapid news coverage immense as forces collapse the Massive explosion entire covered over by the Media before it can even be suppressed.

The Bradley Comprehending it as Sleen Stare "I see this was a warning shot He can kill us at any moment." The Bradley aware as a shadow rest behind.

A being of immeasurable power, "are you Done Christopher?" Laugher reverberates from behind the Führer appearing infront of him.

"oh no, I'm not nearly satisfied enough with just this much damage," he fade to shadow appearing infront of him, "as I was saying."

"That tunnel will never be completed as long as I live." the terrifying grin across his face something even uncanny to a test subject like him.

"breaker Shots pistons that shatter the ground repeatedly and Reseal them," his hand glows "So take this as a bit of a negotiation, my forces will stop in a demilitarized zone."

He grins, "but any force of yours that enters that area of influence will be shot without question. No matter the Rank and fortification beyond, your wildest dream will be Run along the length of our Demilitarized Zone."

No benefit to him whatsoever in this deal, "Do you agree Fuhrer king Bradley? The last thing you need is to be annihilated by your country and disappointed by that old bastard underground."

The sheet pushed infront of him. "My general will affirm it. We just need the King's signature." Wrath in quite the predicament.

if he refuses, he'll lose massive chunks of Amestris and make it impossible to complete Father's plan, and if it sign it the scrutinizing disgrace of all his people who are heavily upbeat by the war against the Unknown.

"You really have me in a corner." Christopher remains neutral. "not really. The moment I get back, I'll have a very angry wife on my hands. Please do hurry."

He Scoffs, "Don't scoff at me. You can't even be called a leader, you've never learned the basics of communication, Wrath."

the glow of his aura engulffing the room "let alone the intelligence needed to be a king just considered you're true self an abomination a Maggot a dishonorable failure a Disgrace. or simplified."

"A psychopath containing the psychosis of foresight, nothing more, nothing less, sign the damn paper before I puppet you like a toy and make you."

The tendrils of eldritch power flail around the room as the guards burst in "SIR-" impaled as they are killed within a Mere second.