The Final Battle Part 3
The Dwarf army appears from thin air, being on the west side of the battlefield. With only 500 people in total, even if the Dwarf are weaker individually that the Elves or the [Ogres]. Their Technology allows them to punch above their weight class. Around 200 Dwarfs are armed with rifles and bullets.
Another 200 Dwarf are armed with crossbows and cross bolts. The other 100 or so Dwarfs are priests, dressed in white clothing and with symbols of gears and tools. The priests had their hands in prayer, chants leaving their lips. Their prayers were all directed to one thing.
A large machine in the center and front of the army.
"You know when I got to this region I did not expect you guys to have a thing like this"
"What!? You said something?!"
Said Okin, who now had a large scar across the left side of his face. Mors, Okin, Ile, and Girina are riding on what could be described as a half-track military truck. Cover in metal plates made in a way long lost to time, a gun turret of unknown design is mounted on the back of this half truck.
With Okin as the driver, Ile as the gunner, and Girina as backup help. The half-track started to roar as it gets turned on, the sound of the ancient engine sounding like curses from the deep. The loud sound of the engine working made the Dwarf and Mors go almost deaf.
As Okin changes the gears of the half-track and presses down on the gas pedal, the prayers of the priest reach the machine. Almost like serving as its fuel, the machine started moving towards the battle at neck braking speed. The half-track leaves behind a cloud of dust. The dust cloud covers the army for a bit before they march through the dust cloud.
The Dwarf did not only bring the half-track with the, but they also brought some of their cannons. As the army was within range of their weapons, they stop moving. The guns and crossbows are aimed at the large [Ogres] as the Dwarf shoot at them. The bullets flew fast enough that they almost broke the sound barrier.
The bullets pierce the fat and muscle of the [Ogres], becoming embedded deep inside of them before exploding deep inside the [Ogres]. Dealing an insane amount of damage to the [Ogres], making the [Ogres] feel an unimaginable amount of pain. Making it a lot easier for the Elves and the Zanth to kill the [Ogres].
As the Dwarf finished their first valley-of-range attacks, the [Ogres] knew that they must deal with this new enemy first. A [Ogre] leader takes some [Ogres] and starts charging toward the Dwarfs. Ulaan Okins saw this.
"Oh no, you don't! Elves protect the Dwarfs!"
He commanded as he took some Elven cavalry and infantry to meet the [Ogre] group, the two groups clash in deep melee combat. The [Ogres] trying their best to push through the Elves and the Elves trying their best to stop the fat ugly [Ogres]. But the half-track is getting closer to the Elven and [Ogre] group.
"Move out of the fucking way!"
Said Okin poking their head through the driver's window. It would be a lie to say that any Dwarf knew how to fully drive this machine. This to them is a holy relic left behind by their ancestors, the only reason they even took it out is that the Dwarf leaders were really impressed by Mor's actions.
As the half-track get closer to the group, a large metal ramp form in front of them. The half-track with its speed went up the ramp and flew out of it. The half-track now air-born passed on top of the two armies and the group.
"Ile!" Okin said even though he knew that Ile won't hear him too well, but Ile was able to differentiate his voice from the noise made by the half-track.
"I know!"
Ile said as he aims the gun turret down at the [Ogre] army and without even thinking or caring he started to fire down large and fast bullets at the [Ogres]. The bullets as they hit an [Ogre] explode on contact, killing countless [Ogres] in seconds. From the back seat, Mors opens the door wide open. Breathing in the fresh air as he jumps out of the half-track, free-falling towards the armies.
Girina turned her body back to close the back door. As Mors freefalls, he summons his copies on the ground. As Mor's yellow copies started to help out the Elves and the Zanths. Mors warrior stage copies were a big help as they were able to deal easily with the [Ogres].
Making the [Twin-Headed Cyclops] nervous as he continues to attack Topazyn. As Mors lands on the ground, he extends out his right hand. Having taken very little damage from falling. As he breaths in and channels his Qi, he controls the music of this great war.
They should start off with a big bang, Zhihui appears from a mist cloud next to Mors. Landing gracefully as she grabs Mors hand.
"Target that Mammoth thing!"
Zhihui said to Mors, who happily nodded his head after hearing his wife's voice in person for the first time in months. Zhihui did not have the time to notice the new scars on Mors hands and head. Even his first dantian could not fully heal things back to normal. Leaving him with new scars that he really did not mind.
With a target, their minds synchronize as they rush toward the Mammoth. Mors summoning copies of himself to break through the [Ogre] line. A [Ogre] leader sees this roar in anger as he tries to stop Mors and Zhihui, only to be met with a cruel fate.
The couple combines their Qi, and their mind in synchrony. Mor's sword appears on his left hand. With beautiful steps, the sword started to glow as the fire came out of it. A fire that turns a deep red, increasing the temperature around them. It is nothing more than the first flame.
Mors swings his sword at the [Ogre] leader, cutting him in half as he felt his and Zhihui Qi rapidly leave their body and toward the sword. They have reached one of the climaxes of this great battle. As they finish cutting through the [Ogre] leader, Mors continues his swing.
Aiming at nothing more than the Mammoth that the Zanth Great Khan is fighting. A large deep red sword slash comes out of the sword and flies towards the mammoth. Cutting some poor [Ogres] that got in the way. The couple screamed together.
"[First Death-Regression! Modified!]"
[Synchronization 15%...]
[Spend 10,000 fate points on a teleportation crystal]
[Name: Mors Mundin
Cultivation: Warrior Rank 8
Stats:
Mind: 246
Body: 246
Soul: 246
War Manifestation: 246
Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)
Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert
Martials Art:
[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Flamengo Bloody Dance(Primordial) Rank 1]
[Soragui(Heaven) Rank 7](Spears)
[The Man Hunter(Heaven) Rank 6]
[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Spirit Farmer Insight(Sky) Rank 1]
[Labyrinth Shattering(Heaven) Rank 4]
Talents:
[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes]
Fate Points:76,822]