109 A Devil Plans a Party (1/2)
”Just a bit more... Come on, dear Warmarshal's of Deagoth... Just a bit more.” Mark urged quietly, as he seen that Verruca and Stephanie were edging their way to his front lines.
”Did your undead set up my trap, like I advised?” Mark questioned Jacob, as he already knew the answer. He only asked to keep Jacob in the loop and give him a sense of command.
”Yes. Such a strange contraption... Will it really work?” Jacob answered.
”If it doesn't just use it as cover. Waste not; want not, as the saying goes.” Mark commented.
As he watched his last wave of bombers explode. Their deaths would pave the way for them to engage Jakahn, and his machine.
”FORWARD!” Verruca yelled loudly, as she rushed to the front, with her Warbreakers, now that the bombers subsided. The Warbreaker's charged up the hill towards their enemies. The terrain was formed into a small valley, as the hill they charged was in the middle, making it hard to flank this position.
Stephanie rotated to the back of the army, now that she had exhausted almost all her power. She began to draw more into her, through her cultivation. It was a slow process for her.
Mark looked to his left and see the warriors of the late Mossvale were entrenched by Jakahn. They would be no further help for a period of time.
”Finally.” Mark nodded with a satisfied voice, as he watched Verruca charge.
One of Mark's honor guards watched and waited, when he seen the Deagoth army charge again.
”They're almost here! Set it off!” A Jakahn Officer yelled in a whisper to Mark's Honor Guard.
”Not yet...”
”They are almost on us! What are you waiting for!!!”
”For the word.” The Honor Guard replied, paying no attention to the Officer.
[Do it.] Mark mentally messaged.
”GET DOWN OR DIE!” The Honor Guard shouted as loud as he could to Jakahn. They were already prepared for this, as they were told earlier, and they all ducked to the ground.
The charging Warbreakers and Spellslingers thought this was a provocation, and charged harder, as if pumped with stimulants.
”Clink!” A mechanical sound emitted, with the rapid during of gears grinded. If one looked beside the Honor Guard, they would see a massive boulder fell into a deep gorge dug into the ground.
A long-jagged arm of the Trap slung out from the device, and slammed into the charging Deagoth army, sweeping them to the side, along with Verruca. The unlucky Warbreakers were impaled by the spikes of the Arm. This device looked like a spear trap, but on a massive scale.
A hundred troops were knocked into the distance. Even the Armor of some of the Warbreakers chest piece armors cracked, as they fell some distance away, and no longer stirred.
The Warriors of Jakahn leap from the ground and went to pull the arm of spears back to reload the trap, as they completed this, the rock that fell into the deep dug hole was slowly lifted back up.
Verruca got to a knee, and looked at the trap being reloaded, as the warriors behind her charged up.
Verruca shouted loudly at her Warbreakers, ”FOOLS, DON'T JUST CHARGE INTO THAT THING!” Verruca's sing song voice took a turn to a rough and maliced voice.
But this was the style of the Warbreakers... Charge... Break the front ranks... It took the second wave being knocked into true death for them ones behind verruca to listen, and a stalemate occurred.
”CHAOSHOOD! WE NEED ARCANE ARTILLERY!” Verruca turned her head to shout, as she held her left side, she discarded her shield, as it was cracked and threatened to break in half from the impact of that spear trap.
Hearing Verruca's command, Stephanie gritted her teeth.
”Generals! Heed my call!” Stephanie called out, as her three Generals of the Spellslingers army came to her.
Quickly a formation was set, and the ritual began. Purple chromatic and glittering lines of power swirled through the four of them, as the incantation was spoken, ”Arcane influence is the sever the heart, but Chaos reigns in the beginning! Through the daughter of Nyx! ZANNAHE!!! LET US RETURN TO THE BEGINNING!”
The power formed and rose high in the dark skies of the Underworld, as the power formed five primordial purple meteors. With a snap, each one turned solid, as if real, and extruded a sliver of the power of the beginning rocks formed in the void.
With black sweat beads on her brow, Stephanie flicked her wrist, as the five five and a half meters long meteors came crashing down on the armies of Jakahn and their infernal spear trap.
”BOOM!”