France's golden mech soared above the carnage, radiant wings slicing through the smoky air like blades of light. He continued to strike eneimes from up high.
He banked sharply, summoning his spear in a flash of shimmering pixels. Below, the wasteland was a chaotic dance of steel and grotesque flesh, the Royals holding the line against an endless tide of shrieking, pulsating monstrosities.
"All units!" France's voice cracked through the comms, sharp and commanding. "We need to push forward!"
Dakota "I'd say we cleaned up about 90% of the trash"
Venku's Frodeon darted between a titanic insect bacteria "Speed Skin" violet boosters igniting as the mech weaved and struck with precision.
Its spear blurred, slicing through limbs and eyes, while shoulder launchers fired missiles that streaked through the blackened sky.
Frodeon reverted back to it's base Metallic form.
Venku's voice was steady, cold with focus. "On it, France. But careful, we are reaching the end of theb land and the remainder aren't breaking. They're adapting."
"They're ugly sons of bitches, I'll give 'em that!" Dakota growled, his hulking mech stomping into the fray. He slammed his colossal fist into a towering bacteria, the impact shaking the earth. The beast shrieked but didn't fall. Its pulsating eyes glowed like molten embers as its maw split wide. A stream of acid shot forward, burning through Dakota's mech's left arm in a sizzling spray of steam. But the armor proved to with stand even the acid.
"Gah!" Dakota's grunt echoed across the comms. His cockpit rattled, warning sirens blaring. He slammed a hand onto his console, and the scorched plating retracted, revealing a fresh gleaming layer of armor beneath. "Still in the fight!" he barked.
The bacteria let out a errie screech.
"Dakota, fall back!" France ordered, his voice edged with urgency.
"Not a chance!" Dakota spat, just as another bacteria lunged. Its claws tore through his mech's chest plate, sparks exploding outward. Dakota's scream ripped through the comms, raw and guttural, but even as alarms shrieked, he fought against the controls, forcing his mech to stand tall. "I said, I'm not, DONE we're almost home!"
France "Don't be so prideful, you're no good to us all dead."
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The battlefield was a nightmare: screams of pilots cut short by acid, explosions ripping through the lines, Delta robots screeching as they melted into puddles of slag. One Beta mech was torn in half by a massive bacteria's claws, the pilot's final scream echoing as the machine fell in flames.
France dove from above, golden wings blazing, his spear thrusting downward. It pierced through the eye of a massive beast, the creature's shriek rattling the bones of every soldier before it collapsed into sludge.
"Stay with me!" France commanded. "Hold the line!"
Venku's Frodeon spun, boosters flaring, its shield flashing into existence just in time to block a torrent of acid.
The violet spear countered in a flash, skewering two smaller bacteria and ripping them apart with a violent twist. "I can't kill them fast enough!" Venku's voice cracked through the static. "For every one we take down, two more are already here!"
"We don't stop!" France's voice thundered, his mech's wings igniting brighter. "We cannot stop!"
The ground shook with every clash, the battlefield turning into a graveyard of twisted metal and grotesque flesh. Blood and oil mixed in rivers across the blackened soil. Still the Royals pressed forward, every breath a struggle, every strike a prayer.
And then, silence.
The shrieking stopped. The battlefield froze. The bacteria halted in place, their bodies stiff, their eyes glowing with an eerie synchrony. The smoke hung heavy, and for a moment, only the groaning of broken mechs filled the air.
"What... what's happening?" Venku muttered, his eyes darting across the monitors.
"Hold formation," France ordered, spear raised. His golden mech turned slowly, wings still spread wide.
The Delta robots that had survived sputtered and collapsed, their red optics dimming as if some unseen force had snuffed them out.
The Beta mechs stood surrounded by carcasses, their pilots breathing heavily, fear palpable in their silence.
Then the aura came.
A dark, suffocating wave of energy rolled across the battlefield, pressing against every cockpit, rattling every soul. From the shadowed horizon, something emerged. Bateria latched on to every beta mech pilot decaying their machines and the people inside.
A figure.
Venku "Everyone retreat."
France from above "It's too late they're all dead, we wont let them die in vain, keep yourn focus ahead."
It was tall and ghastly, its body a writhing mass of bacteria, limbs shifting and reforming with every step. Eyes, too many to count, glowed with malevolent light across its body. The very air trembled as it moved, and its voice wasn't spoken, it was felt, slithering into the pilots' minds.
"You have fought well, Royals..." The words dripped like poison. "But your struggle is in vain. This island is mine. And you... you will never take it back."
France gritted his teeth, golden spear glowing as his mech braced. "Looks like the boss man has finally showed himself..." he growled.
Venku's cockpit filled with static. His hands trembled, but he tightened his grip on Frodeon's controls. "France... he's huge."
Dakota, still coughing through the comms, forced his mech upright despite the acid scars searing its chest. "I'll rip him apart myself if I have to...." He swung his spear ready for battle leaving behind a golden electric streak.
The figure stepped forward, towering over them, its shape expanding, its aura crushing. The lesser bacteria bent low as if in worship.
The El Lord had arrived.
And with him came the promise of a war none of them were prepared to win.
To be continued...