A True Army

Amidst the clash of swords, the spray of flames, and the thunder of lightning, London remained sleepless tonight. Excited people discussed the day's major events, but the ignorant mortals were unaware that the real war had just begun.

Science and magic intertwine; the great war has begun.

This is the first extraordinary battle between another world and Earth.

Ultimately, it was the headquarters of the British Round Table, gathering the most powerful extraordinary forces in the British Isles. It had been operating for a long time and had a deep foundation. After a moment of panic, it began to organize a counterattack.

These eerie, supernatural powers, imbued with countless terrifying legends, are the deepest nightmare of the Britain people, a terrifying force that mortals cannot resist.

Blood pools filled the air, Bloody Mary churned up a tide of blood, transforming into a shield that corroded and blocked the incoming gunfire. Monk ghosts transformed into ethereal spirits, howling as they attacked. Wild Hunt darted through the jungle, and an eerie light rose from the ancient castle, shining upon these extraordinary powers and amplifying their strength!

The castle's various firing positions also began to spew out intense light.

The Oathkeeper under the Round Table, as followers of mortals, possess physical abilities beyond those of ordinary people. Although they do not have strange or bizarre superpowers, they use them to control large-caliber modern firearms with considerable power. When they engaged in firefights with Horus and the Destruction Squadron, they actually held their own by relying on advantageous terrain and energy protection!

Tracer bullets streaked through the night like lightning, and the armies of light and darkness clashed fiercely. The battle escalated into a fierce struggle from the very beginning—both sides were facing their first enemy.

The primary factor determining victory or defeat is no longer weaponry and individual soldier strength.

"We've been attacked—I don't know, Your Excellency! I don't know! I don't know where they came from, they're so strange! Some are wearing power armor, some are riding beat-up motorcycles! There's even a Fxcking Decepticons! And a group of paladins! Where did they come from?!"

The knight in charge of headquarters defense was loudly reporting to the Round Table members who were urgently evacuating to the underground Shelter. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield, filled with the roars of ghosts and spirits.

Bloody Shadow mingled with gleaming light, streaks of lightning illuminated the flying projectiles, and the entire battlefield was in complete chaos. He shouted, "Form the defensive line! Form the defensive line! I order you—damn it!"

Herne's horns blared incessantly, the Wild Hunt charged with sinister howls, the Death Ship hoisted their sails and crushed the enemy's cavalry line, the Wudu Giant roared forward wielding their Storm Cudgels, Bloody Mary, thirsting for blood, greedily gazed at the powerful enemies attacking her, laughing wildly as she manipulated waves of blood to surge forth.

These guys' ferocity has been completely unleashed!

"Quilion!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Horus!"

While suppressing enemy fire, the Transformers shouted into the communication channel, "The battlefield is chaotic, and a command link needs to be established. Extraordinary combat is not my forte. My father told me to learn and think more. Among the soldiers present, you are the highest-ranking and most experienced commander. I now authorize you to take command!"

"Yes!"

Donning power armor and finally achieving his goal, Quilion decisively agreed. He discarded the anti-aircraft gun he was carrying on his shoulder, scanned the battlefield with his mental energy, and confirmed the situation of friend and foe.

The battle experience accumulated over his long lifespan, and the case studies he learned during his studies at the Royal War University, have given him a complete understanding of the current situation. This level of large-scale mixed operations, there are fifty-one classic case studies in the advanced tactics course, and the best elven commanders over the past hundreds and thousands of years have already given him the answer!

"We need to divide the battlefield!"

He shouted into the communication channel, "The enemy's negative energy is gloomy. We should choose to fight them using the three schools of Flame, lightning, and holy light. The types are mixed, and the battlefield is chaotic. We must divide the war zone into different combat domains. Priests of Sura, Navy Mage Corps, I need you to construct the Holy Fire Defense Line!"

The priests who had charged alongside the Valentan Guards retreated in response. They put away their flails, planted their heraldic shields in the ground, and took out the sacred scrolls from their waists. Their attendants quickly set up a mobile altar, and holy light flowed and linked through each priest before finally pouring into the altar.

"Charging complete!" the High Priest declared sternly. "Awaiting guidance of the spiritual flow!"

"Irradiation is about to begin!"

Quilion rose into the air, his eyes blazing with divine light. The spear that served as his staff floated before him, and his powerful spiritual energy condensed into a beam, swiftly sweeping across the chaotic battlefield.

"Resonance complete—" the High Priest raised the scroll high, "Corona Divine Radiance, purify this cursed land!"

A powerful holy light surged into the earth, spreading rapidly under the guidance of the completed spiritual connection, sanctifying the decaying land. The dark soil shone with a warm spiritual light, and lines of light divided and cut across the battlefield.

"Mage Corps, set the parameters, unleash the combined spell, Flame Bulwark, activate!"

The spellcasting force activated the tactical magic device, and two flaming crystals collided and released energy. The chief mage guided this fierce Flame energy, raised his staff, and struck the earth!

The flames surged and spread along the lines of the sanctified blessing, the pure power of Flame and the holy radiance of the sun perfectly merging, and the pure, holy fire swept across the battlefield in an instant.

The extraordinary army at the Round Table was divided into several battlefield areas.

The intense light that scorched souls and dispelled Shadow made them roar in anger, but their instinctive fear prevented them from crossing this dazzling and brilliant realm. Instead, they charged forward howling along the path devoid of sacred fire.

"Well done."

Horus's voice rang out in the channel. "But why not just engulf them with holy fire?"

Quilion hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

Given the elf's arrogance and art of conversation, he should have replied sarcastically, "Oh, mighty sir, why don't you unleash the power of the gods with a single punch and level this entire place?"

Nothing can change an elf's arrogance unless you can create power armor.

He said awkwardly, "Lord Horus, our Magic Power reserves are insufficient to do this."

"Oh, I understand."

Quilion could even faintly hear his colleagues suppressing their laughter. These days, as a spirited elven commander, Quilion's behavior of being arrogant at first and then obsequious had been the subject of much private teasing.

To cover his embarrassment and to avoid Horus asking any more nonsensical questions about supernatural knowledge, Quilion vented his anger on these bewitching monsters.

He brandished his javelin. "Initiate the special operations, divide the battle zones, Valentan Guards, target designation, sword-wielding infantry, Champion's Charge —prepare!"

The Valentan Guards halted, and the leading Goth paladin shouted, "Consecrated Blade!"

The priests showered down holy light, and the warriors took out light stones and sharpened them against the blades of their chainsaws. The sharp edges shone with the radiance of the Corona's corona and were coated with the blessing of severing Shadow.

"Light the sacred flame!"

Bottles of holy water were poured onto the sword, causing runes to flash and flames to rise in a scorching heat!

With a swirling swordplay, holy flames danced in a halo of light, Solar Flame Aura spread from beneath his feet, the paladin strode forward, taking several steps before leaping up. "Cleanse the filth!"

Quilion's spear whistled down, pointing to the battlefield. The Valentan Guards raised their chainswords and charged with a roar, following their leader into the blazing wall of sacred fire. Covered in scorching embers, they surged like a white wave, attacking the flanks of the monks' evil spirits!

Quilion brandished his spear once more. "Doom Chapter, suppress enemy ranged units, clear out reinforcements on the perimeter. Your Highness Horus, that floating ghost ship is yours!"

He suddenly hurled a second spear. "Mage Corps, target Blood Pool, construct Elemental Analysis!"

"Analysis in progress -- gloomy energy, bloody curse, mixed negative Yuan-type element, last type of spiritual symbiosis, soul resonance of 73.42, no spiritual protective barrier, preparing to construct a psionic shock array to trigger a backlash curse, and sealing its spread with a frost tide. Initiating casting!"

Each spear represents a command; the sacred flame divides the battlefield, enabling targeted attacks.

In the first encounter, the primary factor determining victory or defeat is not weaponry or individual soldier capabilities.

A mournful howl of a wild beast echoed from the eastern jungle. The Black Dog Demon summoned a pack of demonized hounds, charging towards the Doom Chapter, who were locked in a sniping contest with the Oathkeeper. Quilion shouted, "Don't panic— Kan Fantian, mutant hounds!"

"I know!"

Amidst the rumble of engines, the sounds of Kan Fantian echoed from afar.

"Little--puppy--dog--"

"Bite--them--"

With lightning speed, the mutant hounds, inoculated with Paradox Element and mutated once again, let out terrifying growls as they charged towards the pack of Black Dog Demon. The hairless, pale green hounds dripped horrifying venom from their teeth, their muscles bulging grotesquely. The moment they made contact, a bloody and ferocious attack erupted. The dogs rolled and tore at each other on the ground; though fewer in number, their fighting power was overwhelming!

Footprints of sulfurous Flame spread across the land, swift shadows moved like ghosts, and the Black Hound Black Dog Demon swung its claws, tearing and throwing. Two mutant hounds were easily knocked away. The next moment, a fierce wind blew, and three hunting arrows came rushing in. The Black Dog Demon swiftly swung its claws and actually knocked all three arrows in half.

The enormous, bloodthirsty single eye looked down at the wandering bow not far away.

"They're here!"

The elven ranger sheathed his longbow, raised his battle shield, and the Black Dog Demon had already arrived fiercely.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting his sharp spear. The hound easily dodged, its claws flashing like lightning. The ranger parried with his shield, and the spear slashed diagonally. With a loud crack, the light shield was shattered by the claws, and the spear tip was bitten by sharp teeth. The elf decisively let go, his bracers unleashing Atmospheric Aegis, using the recoil to flip backward!

The Black Dog Demon howled and gave chase. The next moment, a lightning-splitting spear shot out from a distance, blocking the hound for a moment. The elven ranger, who was in mid-air, was grabbed by a dark figure and pushed aside, avoiding the path of the hound's charge. It was another elven ranger. The two elves rolled on the ground a few times, and then helped each other up.

The Black Dog Demon stopped in its tracks, its gaze turning sinister as it stared intently at him.

The two elves exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

A ranger roared and crouched low. His companion leaped up, using his shoulder as a springboard to launch himself into the air. The elf on the ground clasped his hands together in prayer, and a ray of moonlight shone from his palms, illuminating his companion in the sky.

A terrifying howl echoed from the sky. In the moonlight, an elegant elf sprouted fur, its limbs deformed, and its armor stretched and extended. A silver werewolf transformed from the sky and swooped down.

It swung its long, sharp claws and clashed fiercely with the dog demon. The two ferocious creatures tore at each other, kicking up dust and spurting blood. The werewolf rolled and slid to the side, while the Black Dog Demon roared and rolled to its feet. It looked at the enemy who had made it bleed and wounded, but on the other side, the earth shook and the wind howled fiercely. Turning its head, it saw a giant bear charging towards it on all fours, its massive paws outstretched, slamming down on it!

After exchanging blows several times, they separated. The two elven druids activated their Blood of Beast Transformation, one to the south and one to the north, assuming attack stances and slowly moving around the hound demon. The three beasts bared their fangs, their low growls echoing endlessly.

On the other side of the silent standoff, the clamor never ceased. The Greenskin Musket Corps had already exchanged several blows with the Wild Hunt. The orcs activated the ultimate function of their war machines, unleashing a lightning-fast attack, sending flying swords soaring into the sky, and hurling grenades in all directions.

The heavy metal music boomed from dozens of speakers. Kan Fantian his vehicle—a super-sized truck converted from a dump truck—stared intently at the rider on the black horse with the stag helmet, roaring, "Don't touch this big guy! I'm going to wreck him!"

Undeterred by the burning sacred flames, the Wudu Giant crossed the raging wall of fire, and the navy's hunting party quietly met it.

The lightly armored elves nimbly maneuvered, raining down arrows, yet they struggled to pierce the thick fur of the Wudu Giant. Battle mages charged forward, and the captain shouted, "Binding chains!"

The caster clasped his hands together, the totem pole was driven into the ground, the chains extended, and guided by mental energy, they entangled the right arm of the Wudu Giant holding the staff.

The giant roared and yanked, tearing the totem pole out of the ground. The elf holding the chain was also grabbed and thrown into the air. The valiant elf adjusted its posture in mid-air, spreading its arms, and shot Flame at the giant monster. The Flame covered its face, adding to its pain and anger. The giant reached out and grabbed wildly, while two mages in the distance guided the winds of heaven and earth to lift their companion in mid-air to a distance.

In the chaos, three elves, each wielding a short sword coated with poison, rolled to the giant's feet and began wildly slashing and Wudu Giant roared in pain and stomped wildly, but the elves glided and rolled with the agility of dancers. The poison spread and gradually took effect.

Two more totem poles were erected on the other side, their legs bound by chains. The giant struggled once more, and the battle-hardened, iron-willed hunters fought it like swarms of lanterns. But the battlefield was ever-changing, and a new challenge soon appeared—the giant swung its right arm, dragging the totem poles bound by chains like giant meteor hammers, sweeping across with tremendous force, and for a moment, it actually forced the hunters far back.

The hunter captain's eyes flashed. He threw away his twin swords, channeled a mysterious wind, and leaped forward in a dash.

The soldiers drew their bows and arrows, gathering energy to cast spells as cover.

The meteor hammer swept across, but the hunter captain leaped high to avoid it and landed on the ground. He made a grasping motion with both hands and pulled downwards sharply, using his mental energy to guide the totem chains, which swirled and twisted in the air, wrapping around the totem chains binding the giant's left leg and then around its right leg.

But the giant had already discovered him.

The legendary Wudu Giant of England raised his right arm, gripped the Stormcrest, and swiftly brought it down upon him.

The wind howled and thunder flashed. The captain raised his magic shield and slid to the side. His teammates used magic to cover and restrain him, but the huge aftershock still grazed the giant's back, blasting him far away and rolling to the ground. The giant wanted to pursue, but his previous movement had suddenly tightened the chains wrapped around his arms.

Right hand, left foot, right leg, the chains intertwined tightened, and at this moment it was the giant's power against him. He tripped and finally lost control of his huge and heavy body, staggering and falling to the ground.

The hunter captain, who had rolled to the ground, was surging with Magic Power, his eyes shining with an earthy yellow light, his arms filled with earth Magic Power, and he slammed them down onto the ground— Rending Stone Pierce!

Huge stone spikes rose from the ground, and the giant's face showed horror. But how could a creature resist the power of the earth? It could not stop its downward momentum. With the force of the fall, the huge stone spikes broke through the eye sockets and pierced into the brain. But the giant was so strong that the stone spikes could not break through his skull!

The massive body convulsed in agony, yet the giant was not dead. It strained with its hands, trying to pull itself free, but chains bound its limbs, and arrows rained down from all directions, vine arrows piercing its body. Meanwhile, the captain had already risen to his feet, his Magic Power surging, guiding the stone spikes. His entire body shone with a brilliant light as he roared, "Ugh! Kosa! Ekam--Shuno!"

Stone spikes spread with fiery runes, the power of the Flame surged within the earth, and then exploded with a deafening roar!

The explosion's flames and horrific blood and flesh spewed from the giant's seven orifices. Its body convulsed and struggled, but after a moment, it finally collapsed powerlessly and gradually lost its life.

Some of the exhausted hunter captains were supported by their subordinates. "We took it down!"

The captain took a few deep breaths, then stretched out his hands, and a fireball shot out. "Let's double-check."

The battle raged on, with fierce fighting never ceasing, but everyone could see the course of the war. The knights responsible for security and defense, braving the precise fire of the Doom Chapter, reported the battle situation to Arthur.

"We need backup! We need backup!"

He nearly collapsed, yelling, "This is an army! Damn it! They're a real army! A real army specifically designed for superhuman warfare, with systems, mechanisms, ideologies, equipment, and tactics all prepared to fight superhumans! Fuck! Who are they!?"

His voice was filled with absurd despair. "How could such a thing exist in this world?"

The phone went dead. Amidst the chaotic noise, Arthur's voice was more frantic than ever before. "The enemy has infiltrated our ranks! Damn it, tighten the defenses and come back now!"

Fierce gunfire rang out continuously inside the castle. In the narrow corridors, flames erupted, and the Oathkeeper holding submachine guns trembled violently as human figures emerged from the Shadow.

That was the flash of a pump-action shotgun; the ejected cartridge cases, trailing wisps of smoke, fell to the ground. The Suppressors of Rebellion Alset appeared behind the retreating Oathkeeper.

He fired his shotgun in rapid succession, riddling five or six unsuspecting Oathkeeper with bullets. One Oathkeeper, wounded but not dead, charged fiercely, but Alset remained unmoved. He reached out and gently stroked his wand, which, hanging below the muzzle, unleashed a thunderous jet of energy. The former mage of the Arcane Council charged forward indifferently, his electric blade piercing the opponent's chest and deflecting it to the other side, blocking the last Oathkeeper's shot.

Then he took off his short staff, pointed it forward sharply, and lightning pierced the sky, striking the enemy.

The man's body convulsed in pain, and then a gunshot rang out. He was shot in the back, sent flying into the air, and crashed to the ground. Another Suppressors of Rebellion ran up from behind him.

"Hey!" the man exclaimed, also carrying a shotgun. "This thing is definitely much better than a staff!"

Alset retrieved his wand, recharged it, hung it back under the gun, and then chambered a spare round from the ejection port, aiming it at the Oathkeeper on the ground.

Amidst the thunder, the opponent's head exploded like a watermelon.

Alset calmly loaded his weapon, looked at his companion, nodded, and spoke in his usual deep voice.

"Right."

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PS1: Update... Ah, this chapter was quite enjoyable to write. I was originally planning to try a long take, but maybe next time.