The Ishlanvious horde
Christopher opens his eyes once more. 'hmm I should probably get to prep after this. That sequence is catastrophic,'
Speaking of the ritual of annihilation, one responsible for the disappearance of the Zeraphims before him, is, however, the isolation gem. an impervious gem that put the user into a slumber until the ritual of providence, something that can only occur roughly a few trillions of years later.
This to end his responsibilities to repair the barrier until it degrades too much that rather annoying "Constructing a dream world as to make my wives not as lonely sounds probable."
he murmurs "There are so stubborn their no way to defend!" panic setting in as they scream "We'RE LIKE RATS IN A TRAP!"
Christopher smiling 'a Ranger huh.' he looks over it "couldn't be worse off." he gaze out at the seemingly endless horde of Red ants. "That quite a lot."
he gazes out, "then let's do a little more than just a lightning Strike," the air crackles ahead of them as a thick fog starts to set in over the moat,
"HUH WHAT, WHAT'S GOING ON!" a snap put all to Silence, crackling set in "Fry them." the whole of the water is electrified as it shock everything inside of it burning the Red ants trembling as the thick stench of their sanitizer smoulder over the field.
"hmm these things clean pollutants like plastic. Does that mean a mutation and they could eat said plastic?" a voice knock him out of thought. "WATCH OUT!" the jaw clench.
He grab one of its mandibles, holding completely Still "I'm thinking." He crushes it with his bare hands, cracking his knuckles. "And I was gonna be quick."
the snap grisly as he Smash the head carapace of another, the monster forced to take the bridge swarming into a tunnel of death.
Hands appear around Christopher. "What the hell is that!" as he slams the ground, it shatters outwards into a cone, "bone Wharf."
The ground rumbles "IS IT ANTS!" as a wall of blue blade forming a field infront of him. Crackling with the intensity of blue magic, the ants stepping on it, dying rapidly, those still living.
Forced to witness truly a sole death as the air Freeze frigid blade of Icy Demise Shattering out across the expanse. "Shadow devouring." the ground turning blade as eyes open upon it, the never ending horde frozen.
Almost like witness a god itself. A single sound resounds the click of two fingers, habit left better ignored as the blade pierces downwards, skewering the ants before him.
The shadows jump up, snapping them in half. the Nigh endless horde reduced to a mere fraction of its prior size. "My potential shines the most at dusk when the shadows rest the longest."
He floats as the hands glow, blasting like rapid machine guns with infinite ammo. It tears apart the remaining fraction of ants the army meant to erase Storm on a thorn in their side, shatter completely.
He gaze outwards phasing out, "Oh that was fast too fast." he blurs and disappears. He threw out into the crumbling town. "Isn't it to quiet their no escort unit?" they gaze out. "We should be heading for their mobile base?"
Christopher Gazing around "these sneaky Fuckers." concealed throughout all buildings, he ponder how to handle them smirking "Ishlanvious"
a unique hive-mind similar to the Flood in how they spread by act much more like a parasite they feed off of and mutate anything they infect becoming carriers or combat units they terraform the landscape into their terrain any enemies that walk into this terrain being rebuffed and eventually devoured.
he smiles at the shelves becoming the very terrain they walk on, much akin to a horde of maggot hidden below swarming up at incredible rapid paces as they take control of whatever they completely infest.
"the Nasgale would be too dangerous to bring here. their devouring craze would fuck everything through multiple Time lines."
He crosses his arms "that and the undead horde.s" another once with the simple warning of possible infection if bitten or scratch by accident. These guys horribly monstrous."
"Release," he murmurs, the gates open wide. Across the bunker, "Stay on the high ground or you'll get devoured completely in the mess about to unfold."
two larger gates open behind him, Undead dragons push out Roaring out loud, as he smiles the Ishlanvious flood out like a tidal wave of maggots like Swarms infesting the Undead horde of Corpses, "the dead weep from your antics primers."
He glitches slightly. "What the hell!" the horde groans. "high." they rush the enemies. An army of horrid freak shows melting as they approach "THE Buildings THE BUILDING ARE COLLAPSIN!" swarm after swarm.
These green pests rushing them only to be swarmed over and torn apart by those that live mutating. The horde taken over. "Now it's pretty nasty, I'll give it that, but."
He smiles. "We have rides and now we have an army twice as resourceful as theirs." the only female in the force "I'm not riding that."
he respond "oh god no I have saddle trust me I learned last time they reek when they get some on you." he pulls out two slamming them on as it Attach "Now we can ride them Just watch the noxious breath."
"it really excites the dead and Ishlanvious alike, more maggot like than I'd admit." this terrible creature, something he typical doesn't use as usually a much better option, exists.
however, in this case "damn ant that breed by eating fucking building in a world full of so much bloody plastic that a fucking island was formed from it."
"argh!" they tear across the sky the growing horde of corpses following suit the Ishlanvious under Christopher control. "So tell me, who are you?"
"I just got phased out of a different mission area basically thrown through the Chaos of time to this point and taking possession of a current person you can call me Chris.
He Flicks the harness "and my object is likely to destroy or help destroy the mobile base." he summons dogs the undead create Merged with the ants by Ishlanvious.
An abominable dog thing with acid leaking from its mouth, its 6 eye glowing red as its leg move even faster, tearing across the land itself.
As it howls out, "I see it, the mobile fortress is coming into view!" The dogs, horrid as the Ishlanvious, create pillars. "What are they doing?"
Christopher respond "creating pylons that consume biomass from the undead then use that to create carriers then probably make large combat unit or aerial the Ishlanvious. will continue until either I tell them to stop or the Enemy is dead in this case that the Primers.
The ground melts like liquid. Two large hands slam out of it, two more rising behind them as the Creature white in form containing symbolism of lava.
its claws crack, a giant gorilla like creature with Four arms and incredible speed "to think it would Sylosis form." the ground cracks below them.
Armour thick in chitin it slams its arms on the ground, rapidly approaching the ants it smash down on them, destroying the Carapace like the bug it is squashed.
a second form rising elongate neck and spine it sways back akin to a scorpion with an incredible long tail attach to a Serpent head, it sways before Rapidly sifting forwards "where the hell is it getting these forms?"
He responds "the most effective form to combat biological or mechanical organisms that is the Ishlanvious speciality. Those billions of eyes are not for. Nothing they see every weak point ever. From underground, the whole of the ground is their territory."