Tide of bodies (3)

The Men stand ready to fire the zombie horde, seemingly endless as they don't decrease in number even after millions fall.

The only thing to keeping the soldiers up being the gas and totems. The voltage endless as it doesn't decrease ebon holding fire in case another behemoth comes out.

The Endless hordes never thinning for even a second as the gate remains open. "Exactly how many corpses can they throw at us? This is obviously not working, though the shield wall has had to retreat somewhat from the great number of corpses?"

He looks it over. "Maybe disintegration is my only option." he mutters. Using atoms, they folding and shifting around him as a massive high-powered barrel appears behind him.

Hover crystals below it as it lifts into the air. The barrel glows pink, the plasmatic charge ready to fire. It grows brighter and brighter.

The shield men duck behind the iron wall. "PARISH!" the volting plasma fires out, disintegrating everything it touches, the insistent clap.

Reverberating across the air. The zombies silenced, unable to even screech as their bodies are disintegrated by the plasma, the corpse mountain vaporized instantly.

The Light fading out as the barrel smokes. he nods. "Release the demons. Warp crystal rise in front of the shield wall, breaking out. Into a crack.

thousands of different abominable humanoids barrel out into the horde of Zombies, their numbers flooding out.

And filling the bridge, morale reeling up as a fire of will Rise in the men's hearts. Akiyama jumping down, a wheel floating above him.

Bright red lightning volting between the multitude of circles his staff is made of. The massive gun hovering closely behind him.

A spectral aura enveloping him. The red lightning volts up his arm, a red hue overtaking the navy blue Spectre. he Burst with speed.

Landing in front of his demonic tide, he swipes the staff. A wave of chaotic lightning arcs out in front of him. Placing his over hand against his staff.

He pulls it back, red lightning stringing between his fingers and the staff "chaotic Flame". He holds his arm forward, his palm facing outwards.

A blazing light ignites the air in front of him. Its chaotic, Red streamlined with midnight black streaks. The flame unstable.

Volts occasionally darting off it, engulfing a target. The wheel spins up above him, roaring like a circular saw. He marks a line with his eyes; the wheel swooping down with a curve.

into the Oncoming horde as it cuts down anything touching its bladed edges, absorbing the dead energy within reach of the expanding blade with the curvature of a circular saw.

Augustine stare at this. "My comrade, This is why you don't fuck with the king" Akiyama stares at it, the flame finally finishing every undead caught in it turned to that of a demon.

Attacking their previous allies. Akiyama Clenchs, his fist swiping it back to his chest, the wheel shooting up into the sky to float above him again.

He touches his staff again as lightning strings between them. Slamming his hand into the ground, volts shooting from his position. Across the whole of the bridge, in front of him,

Across the entire bridge, the flame flaring to live along the entire thing. Undead, run into it in droves, a red aura disintegrating their feet. to particles

The Corpses falling onto the devil fire. as every piece that touches it is disintegrated. The demons Sprint onto it, the fire running up their bodies.

And empowering them as a devilish crimson emits from their eyes. Some of them open their mouth as flame streams out in front of them.

other's claws gaining the effect Akiyama stands up holding his hand off to the side lightning volting up to his hand he swipes it across.

A burst of red aura blasting every enemy in front of him away, the demon spreading off the bridge as they continue to pour out.

Akiyama jumping back, stops in front of the wall. He holds his hand out as his finger curls. His palm curved down like a claw, ready to strike.

The lightning rises into the air, forming into a massive ball above the section of land. "Manic sun" the mass shifts as trillions of beams blast out.

The lightning beams completely red as it strikes zombies dead, their bodies disintegrating. Akiyama's eyes glowing a mad red. as the bodies disappear from his sight.

He stares at it. "[Permission to engage]" the Minister's voice rings out over the radio "which side" he asks "[Left]" he metaphorically nods. "granted"

He looks at the left wall. Hundreds of colorful beams launching out onto the bridge on that side as rainbow fire covers it. Akiyama jumping up onto the wall..

"Fire at will" he practically teleports as he jumps between the roofs to the left wall, holding his hand up as he dash off the wall

The well shifts from Hartzell to vertical as it Slings down crashing into the ground. It darts off the bridge, launching up and back.

A pillar of liquid death flares into the air as it plummets forwards like a wave. The wheel silently hovering above him, the previous large black aura dissipated.

The wave drowning everything as the life force splits back in Long curved ropes. Depositing itself inside the wheel, it gains a gleaming cyan aura.

Akiyama crouches down, lunging into the air as he lands on the wall. Looking up as he sees the rainbow gates holding its flaming attack.

"Sir, how the fuck are you not bursting into flames from being within range of the tank's element without a protective suit?"

He looks back at the women; the air warping around her and the surrounding area from the tanks. He looks at himself. "It's probably cause I take hot showers."

Her face distorts behind the helmet. "I refuse to believe a hot shower can give you that much heat resistance. Even cold showers can only give a minimal amount of fortitude to colder temperatures"

Akiyama smiles, another voice hammering over the radios, "[RIGHT WALL RIGHT WALL ALERT, ALERT]" he sighs "isn't the Lithomancer they get him to manipulate the terrain."

the soldier looks towards the man him in the process of steeling his will as he roars, his skin taking on a Grayish hue as he jumps off.

Crashing into the ground as it cracks outwards from him. The vibrating, trembling across the bridge. He lifts his foot, stomping it down.

A burst of Solid Spikes Shoot from the ground, impaling everything a cloud of dusty smoke rising. He stares at it, thrusting his hand forward.

He clench his fist the Dust Twisting before Crashing against targets with terrifying speed; the undead caught petrified from the sheer amount.

pinning to their skin, he unclench his hand, curling his fingers in a mechanical Rythem as the earth spikes out before pulling back in.

The mechanical rather drowning everything in his path with a stone cold effectiveness. he moves back to the portcullis. Holding his fist up, ready to brawl.

Earth rising around him as small elemental golems form in sections. He claps his hands, turning them opposite direction he splits them.

a twisting and turning strip of iron dust held between them, his hand shots up, slashing it down like a blade the dust forms into an elongate razor sharp whip.

cutting down everything with a vertical swipe before splintering into particles and forming between his hands again