Chapter Fifteen.

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~~~Tharlan Shores~~~

~~~June 1942~~~

The battle off Tharlan continued without pause, three of the four submarines had been destroyed, along with one battleship.

The Japanese destroyers had managed to hold out so far, using their superior speed and maneuverability, resulting in managing to evade most of the scorpion bolts the Xandarian ships launched. While they had been hit with crossbow arrows in some cases, these had done little damage other than small fires, as they failed to penetrate the hull of the destroyers due to their low attack strength.

On the other hand, the Japanese aircraft had suffered the greatest loss, with only nine Japanese fighters still in the air, the rest having been destroyed by Enderman or wyverns.

One or two wyverns were hit by the cannons of the Japanese fighters, but thanks to their netherite ring armor, they managed to escape unharmed from the shots, which together with their scales, could avoid injuries from the explosions that were created when they were hit.

As for their riders, their enchanted armor protected them for the most part, reducing damage and Xandarian casualties, and even if they were killed, the totems that all the forces that Xandar wore would bring them back as long as their heads remained attached to their bodies.

On the aircraft carrier Hōshō, General Izawa was becoming increasingly elated, unable to comprehend how his mighty fleet was being wiped out, in all his years in the service of the Japanese Empire he had never witnessed anything like that, not even when facing the American fleets had it turned out so unfavorably.

"All ships aim for their city!" Izawa ordered after watching another plane fall from the sky, unable to die without causing sufficient enemy casualties, "If we're going to die, we'll do it after taking their people with us to the grave."

The officers aboard the carrier Hōshō did not hesitate and began relaying orders to the remaining surviving ships, willing to die, but with a clear conscience knowing that they would die as warriors, men who did not lose their honor, but as war heroes.

"GRRRAAAAGH!"

"GRRUAAACK!"

"GROOOOOOOOOOOOAAARGG!"

Three huge and mighty roars were heard, chilling the blood of the Japanese present, it was as if Kaijus had come out of stories and legends and made their presence known, ready to torment everyone even on their way to hell.

Morghul was the first to break through the gray clouds, folding her wings to her body and swooping towards the battlefield below, with Valka wearing full Xandarian (netherite) armor, protecting her from all danger.

Morghul, a conflict-loving dragoness without a shred of finesse in her, swooped down hard, reaching the battleship still standing. Valka, holding on to the reins with which she was guiding Morghul, saw the approach of the battleship and gave the order to open fire. "Dracarys!"

"Grrrrrr!" Morghul growled, and opening her maw, began to charge her breath, bathing the entire surface of the battleship with almost liquid fire. Which affected the ship greatly, creating several chain explosions throughout the ship.

"RUUUAAG!"

Brighfire made her presence known as well, flapping loudly and spraying dragon fire on the Japanese planes that were still in the air, she, both Valka, were bloodthirsty seeing all the commotion, fire, and smoke rising over the former crystal clear waters of Tharlan, with a force that only a woman managed to bring out from the deepest part of her being, with the only sense and purpose of bringing death to her enemies.

The trip from the military base in Qarth to Tharlan would take fifteen hours by wyvern to cross the six thousand kilometers that separated them, but Azrael did not have that time, and although flying with Endoxes would reduce that time to eight hours, it was still a long time.

That was why he used his ability to teleport, the ability that players possessed to reach a place in the game as long as he added the precise coordinates. That was an ability Azrael discovered when he had to travel in a hurry to the city of Carcosa with Isabella.

That day Azrael wanted to be as fast as possible in Carcosa, causing his environment to change from one moment to another, discovering from that day that he could teleport to any place he had been before. And now, this ability had its pros, Azrael was able to teleport Valka and Isabella along with his dragons over the sky of Tharlan, along with the American plane. Causing them to reach the focus of combat in record time quickly.

"ROOOOOOARGGG!" Endoxes were the last to appear, darkening the sky it passed through, while massive gusts of wind were produced as it flapped, causing the sea, which was already rough, to become even more disturbed.

Endoxes landed on the Zuihō carrier, causing it to wiggle wildly while clinging with its four legs to the right and left side of the hull. "YUUUAAAARG!" Endoxes roared furiously, flapping his wings with massive force, creating eight-meter waves as a result.

The arrival of the three dragons had caused the Japanese to lose all momentum, the battleship attacked by Morghul had been sunk, and the remaining destroyers and submarines had been destroyed by the Enderman and Guardian alike, leaving only the two carriers, the Hōshō and the Zuihō with the latter being attacked by Endoxes.

"GRAAAG!" Endoxes roared again, and in a supremely astonishing sight, began to rise, carrying the entire Zuihō carrier with it. The Japanese inside the carrier jumped into the sea, in a quest to get out from under the fury of the colossal form of Endoxes, who kept rising.

Being forty meters from the sea waters, Endoxes prepared his breath, releasing it with force to the aircraft carrier subdued in his claws. Eradicating it, "BOOOOM!" The carrier exploded without resistance, its parts falling into the water over the Japanese marines that had been thrown from the carrier moments before.

"REEEEEAAAAAAAG!" Endoxes roared again, rising in the middle of the battlefield, bringing the fight to an end, leaving death and desolation behind, as the Xandarian soldiers celebrated euphorically. At the same time, the Americans inside their aircraft captured it all with shocked and terrified faces but never stopped recording at any moment.

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~~~Silver Port, Sothoryos Region~~~

While in Tharlan a battle was raging, in the south, nine thousand kilometers away, a weather phenomenon covered the entire jungle the size of Argentina.

The northern part of the continent of Sothoryos, which had been conquered by Xandar a year before the transport of unknown origin a week ago, was suffering, its many wild species were suffering by the minute, and now, Elephant Island, Great Moraq Island, the Basilisk Islands archipelago, which was now known as Silvert Port and Naath Island were dropping their temperature to an increasingly drastic level.

Previously, while the Xandarian Empire was still in Planetos, the northern part of Sothoryos, as well as almost the entire continent, was located on what could be called the Equator, causing the temperature to always remain stable, which had helped the endless jungle to grow without any problem and its species located there to adapt splendidly.

However, now that the Xandarian Empire had been transported to Earth, specifically to a completely different geographical location, one that was very close to the South Pole, being only two thousand kilometers away from it.

The change of location, low-temperature levels, and massive seasonal changes began to create damage to the ecosystem in the first second that Xandar as a whole arrived on Earth.

And now, a mass migration of species all over the mainland island of Sothoryos was starting to move north, looking for warmer places, it happened with some Krakens, Basilisks and even now the wild Wyvern wyverns of Wyvern Point also joined the migration.

This mass migration was causing problems with ships sailing between Silver Port and the mainland and they had even seen attacks on some fishing boats in Elya, formerly New Ghis.

"This situation is getting out of control, the crops being planted on the farms in the jungle are dying, we already terminated all shipments of bone dust from Thavalar, and we don't have the resources to keep the crops healthy until new shipments are brought in, the Empire is busy fighting in Tharlan right now, a response from the capital will take at least a day, and we don't have a day." Lord Samuell, the Lord of Silver Port, was having an emergency meeting.

In the room were gathered the councilors of the entire state of Silver Port, who held positions similar to the ministers that made up the High Council, who, unlike the latter, had decision-making power and administrative control of their respective offices throughout the Empire, the councilors only had jurisdiction in their corresponding state, in this case; in Silver Port.

"Our priority at the moment is to keep the situation as stable as we can, we don't have command blocks that we can use to change the weather on the whole island, besides, even if we had them, we would lack the king's approval", the councilman of the guild of advances raised his voice, he was a man with dark skin, curly black hair, and brown eyes, he was originally from Naath, and wore a bearskin cloak over his clothes, product of the low temperatures.

The government affairs counselor exposed, they had dark circles under his eyes, a product of bad sleep. "I have already appealed to Xandar to request more coal for the furnaces and fireplaces throughout Silver Port, due to the low temperatures, controlled logging, and reforestation have had to be stopped, forcing us to request additional fuel from the capital."

"The important thing is to stop the migration of the Sothoryos forest species, and see to their environmental comforts until we receive help from the capital, in the meantime, let's continue to see to the safety of all Silvereño," Lord Samuell ended the meeting, massaging his forehead from the stress, in an attempt to lower his headache.