France's golden mech soared upward, radiant wings cutting through the smoke. He dove toward the monstrosity, golden spear forming in his grip, pixels shimmering like divine fire. "For the Royals!" he roared.
The spear streaked downward, but the El Lord raised a shifting hand. The hand transformed into a blade that released acid, a blast that deflected the weapon with a hiss.
France banked hard, dodging the counterattack, but the laughter that followed was worse than any strike, a wet, echoing cackle that slithered into their minds, chilling their bones.
Venku's Frodeon darted into the fray, violet spear carving a blur through the dark. Missiles streaked from his shoulders, erupting in flashes against the monster's writhing mass. "Targeting weak points now!" Venku's voice stayed sharp, calculating.
But the El Lord's flesh rippled and reformed, the explosions sinking into its body like pebbles into a swamp. The impact was meaningless.
El "Hehehehe, your toys can't hurt me"
Dakota growled. His mech thundered forward, engines blazing. He dodged acid strikes with sheer brute speed and slammed his colossal fist into the El Lord's side. The beast stumbled, shrieking. "Got you, you bastard!" Dakota snarled.
He seized a fallen Delta's weapon.
Dakota "Warrior skin."
Dakota's mech shifted, its battered armor gleaming as though it had grown a new skin. With desperate urgency, the colossal machine thundered forward, each step cracking the corrupted ground beneath it.
The El Lord roared, its jaw unhinging unnaturally wide before launching a razor-like acid blade from its maw. The corrosive strike tore through the air, shredding straight into Dakota's mech, ripping its arm clean off in a spray of molten metal and sparks.
The machine staggered, but did not fall. Smoke billowed from its wounds, yet Dakota drove it onward, unyielding. With only one arm left, the mech still clutched its massive spear, sprinting with brutal determination.
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This would be its final charge. Its final strike.
Plunging it deep into the monster's chest. The El Lord convulsed, its shriek rattling the earth.
"Dakota, pull back!" France barked.
"No! I've got him, nomore, no more will Royals die at the hands of this abomination." Dakota pressed forward, voice blazing with defiance.
The El Lord's eyes burned brighter. Its massive hand lashed out, seizing Dakota's mech by the torso. Engines screamed, metal groaned. Dakota gritted his teeth, straining against the controls. "FOR HUMANITY!"
The monster raised its other hand and it morphed into massibe bio head , acid boiling into a molten orb.
"Dakota!" Venku shouted.
"Hold on!" France's wings flared, spear igniting.
But it was too late. The acid roared forth, melting straight through Dakota's mech. Metal screamed as it liquefied, his machine sagging in the El Lord's grasp. Dakota's last cry tore through the comms, raw and broken, before his signal went silent.
"No..." Venku whispered. His voice cracked in the static.
France's spear blazed brighter than ever as he dove, his voice thunderous with grief and rage. "You MONSTER!"
The golden weapon pierced forward, only to be batted aside once more by a torrent of acid. France banked, barely escaping. Again the El Lord's laughter rolled, cruel and triumphant.
Venku hurled Frodeon forward, boosters flaring. "Not one more!" His spear struck, but the monster caught the mech mid-charge. With a brutal motion, it hurled Frodeon into the ground. Venku grunted, the impact rattling his cockpit, his screens flickering with static. "Damn it, systems rebooting—!"
France alone stood aloft, wings burning as he dove. "For Dakota my older brother!"
His spear cut a radiant streak, but again the El Lord deflected with a brutal acid punch. The impact partially melting France Gold mech. El Lord gripped the mechs ar, with it's other hand.
"France!" Venku shouted, sparks still raining in his cockpit.
The El Lord raised its other hand. A mountain of acid swirled, boiling, hissing, ready to erase him. France struggled, engines roaring, but the grip was iron.
He closed his eyes. "Corruption!"
The acid surged, and then light.
A brilliant radiance erupted from France's mech, its armor shifting, reshaping. Golden plates flared brighter than the sun, wings unfurling to full glory. A new voice boomed across the comms, clear and commanding:
"Glory Boy, activate."
The El Lord recoiled, its eyes widening. The acid crashed forward, but the transformed mech absorbed it, light bending the attack into harmless sparks.
France's cockpit flooded with brilliance. His voice roared, no longer grief-stricken, but resolute. "This ends with me!"
The golden mech tore free from the El Lord's grip, wings cutting arcs of radiant fire through the smoky sky.
The El Lord shrieked in rage, its body swelling, twisting, growing more immense. The ground quaked as its mass expanded, each step heavier, more impossible.
Venku's systems came back online, his voice grim. "France... this power..."
France's eyes narrowed, spear blazing with newfound energy. "Stand ready. Even with this, we may not survive. But we'll fight."
The battlefield was no longer war. It was revelation. The El Lord, lord of corruption, against the awakened Glory Boy, champion of golden light.
The Royals braced for the fight they knew, deep down, they could not win.
To be continued...