With the +1, I have...
Apocalypse Tank: 10/10,
using.
MegaHeal: 3/3,
using.
Before acting, I reaffirm my commitment to the cause. I fear we are not enough. Too few. The Godmodder is indeed mighty, and the Great Dragon is as a god, towering above us, setting us ablaze, preparing an attack that shall surely finish us off. Although if it is only eight times as tough as a door, that's more than enough to shrug off everything we've thrown at it so far, laugh it off even. I doubt that a dragon called HATRED in what I can
feel is all capitals would laugh of course, just set more people on fire.
I reach out beyond my senses once again, gazing into past and future, seeing worlds burnt to cinder after assault from the Godmodder, and the future conquests that would arise from leaving with the job unfinished. That has not changed. I may not be harmed, but there is more to this than my own safety. There are perhaps millions of people at stake, their freedom from oppression and conquest if not necessarily their actual lives.
I sigh deeply. Guess there isn't any turning back now.
So here we go.
I snap my fingers, and time resumes for my three summons, who come to my side.
"No time to explain." I yell before any of them can ask a question. "Time will stop again for you soon, but for
now you're free and have even more abilities available to you thanks to my help. Now we're going to take the fight to Hatred and show it what for. On
this thing."
I gesture to a suddenly appearing hundred meter long
titan of a machine.
Apocalypse Tank: A colossal tank fitted with a pair of powerful cannons capable of eliminating whole companies of lesser vehicles in a single volley, with enough space left on its chassis for shield generators and a dizzying array of secondary weapons.
(General Action + 10 Post Charge In Use)
I leap on top of it, and my summons follow.
"Here we go." I say, now calmly speaking to my allies in close formation.
"Attack!"
The gigantic contraption roared, engine coming to life, protective shield springing up reinforced by my own energies to ensure that the inferno wouldn't harm my summons. The tank would be fine, of course. It was insanely tough, and wasn't sticking around after this furious assault.
The Guardian gave its own roar in defiance as the Apocalypse rushed forth to meet it, front plating shifting as a massive drill appeared, rated to allow it to charge straight through buildings, assisted by the rocket engines attached to its side on full burn even now, allowing it to
take off in defiance of all logic and charge through the air towards the dragon on its high perch. Mercy stepped forward, the first of us four to act. Hovering above the primary turret, she jabbed her staff down, and a strange orange glow appeared between it and the vehicle as she damage-boosted the entire thing. "Schaden verstärkt."
This was the sign for the secondary weapons to begin firing, just as the frontal drill began spinning and tearing through scales and flesh, the seemingly flame-like nature of the Dragon seemingly no impediment to the weapon of the War. The ram alone does damage to Hatred while the tank was fine due to reinforced plating. Countless grav guns, vacuum mirco-missiles and plasma cannons opened up, pouring round after technologically advanced round from Krork weaponry into the creature before it. I chuckled, and stepped forth.
I disappeared in a blur of movement, stepping across space in an instant to be atop the dragon, not even feeling particularly warm at the heart of the blaze. "Come on, that the best you got? You have to do better than that, 'Hatred'. Much better if you want to have a
chance of beating me!" I laugh in his face, and then withdraw a pistol from my jacket. This one, however, is mightier than the others I've used in the past. It's a GBE, or Gravitational Beam Emitter. Usually that's the kind of gun you put on the spinal mount of a capital ship, but more advanced civilizations can miniaturize them to these. I hold it steady in both hands and fire, and the massive beam shoots off,
through Hatred, and impacts the wall behind him. And if not stopped by magic it'll go on for tens of kilometers and maybe into space before it dissipates. The beam was a gravitational flux, ripping apart individual atoms and shooting them off, leaving literally nothing left of the target, as the atoms were often themselves separated into states as low as individual quarks.
I laugh as the further wounded beast raises its mouth at me. It can't breathe fire at me now-
Oh shit it breathed fire at me.
I raise a shield array to block it, but then get slammed into the ground by a swing from one of the dragon's limbs. Ow ow ow, at least I survived intact thanks to the shields. I barely dodge a follow up strike and get singed by a firebreath.
"You know I'm not standing for this. I'm-" I dodge
another flame breath, as the tank continues to fire weapons into the beast's side and drill into it. "I'm raw-tagging and you're not going to be able to block it."
The dragon simply smashed me into the ground of his tower again, and charged up a more powerful attack of some kind. I wasn't sticking around for it.
"AHA!" I yell as the Elite Sniper takes the stage, leaping over Hatred and firing five bullets into its open eye, making it cry out in pain. I jump over back to my other two allies, who look on in shock.
"...why did that work?" Mercy asks.
"Don't know." I replied. "All he had to do was just block, but he didn't, so here we are."
The sniper runs down the dragon's back, able to do so and also not be burnt, another application of firepower. She keeps firing bullets down into the great beast all the way, and as Hatred tries to shake her off, she draws a side-arm of her own. A mere railpistol, a lot less impressive pure firepower wise compared to my own weapon, but she had the power of being, really, really accurate. Eventually craning its neck around enough to see her, Hatred opened its mouth to fire more flame breath at her. Big mistake. She raised her pistol and quickly fired off a few high power shots, but not too high power, at minutely different angles with data supplied by her two targeting drones. The shots ricocheted off the inside of Hatred's throat, and one hit each of his internal organs, including his brain and heart. Even if those didn't actually exist they were hit anyway, as the little sniper that could
I'm not little okay the sniper with a radio-telepathy link with me that could is capable of Conquering the Indomitable, meaning that these things have to obey such biological laws. A neat little trick. She then switched back to her main rifle, and leaped off, firing repeatedly. The recoil propelled her back to her original spot, and of course the bullets did more damage.
I turned and nodded to Glory. Wordlessly, the Empyreal Tyrant's elite warrior, now fighting on the more metaphorical side of the angels, flew through the air, the massive figure dashing under Hatred and stabbing its other, closed eye, before slashing twice across its face. Avoiding a swift rampaging strike, and then blocking the followup with its shield, it floated over to the side of Hatred and stabbed its sword in deep on the opposite side of the drill. Golden light flowed from it, damaging Hatred slightly more, but the more important thing Glory was doing was summoning Powers.
Powers:
- Adulation: Looks like an armored gryphon, and panels on its limbs and shoulders open up to fire missiles. Has a face on its chest.
- Devotion: Looks like a giant Space Marine with wings on its back and faces facing outward on its pauldrons. Wields large cannon-like weapons.
- Worship: Looks like a trireme ship that rows through the air or space, with no clear front or back. There's a face beneath each prow, and panels on its back open up to fire missiles.
These were slightly weaker units in the Tyrant's Lagunae legions, but they were mighty in their own right all the same. They stood at a distance, and opened fire. Blessed cannon shells and numerous missiles struck Hatred, which snarled as it was struck by the technically holy weapons. It moved to strike them out, but as it did a voice came out of nowhere.
"Hold, for Transgression Invites Wrath!"
From the perspective of the four minions of the God of Subjugation, time seemed to crystallize, the flames of Hatred becoming still. Capitalizing on the opportunity, the Powers fired more and more while Glory launched a series of strafing slashes against the enemy. Time resumed moments later, but when it had the summons were gone, Glory had returned to the tank, and further wounds had been inflicted.
"That was us, now it's time to return to the main event!" I say, smirk exceedingly wide. Mercy fired a few pistol shots, because why not, while she continued to damage boost the Apocalypse Tank, which had stopped firing its secondary weapons at this point, and its drill and jet engines were slowing. The dragon once again moved to strike this annoyance down, and then it happened.
Boosted by Mercy, the main cannons fired.
Twin weapons of incredible destruction, each capable of wiping out entire armored columns and posing a threat to Titans, fired. The twin shells hit the area damaged by the drill and exploded, tearing chunks of unreal flickering flesh off hatred and the detonation was visible across the entire battlefield, actually damaging the tank.
But we weren't done yet.
A huge being in aggressive yet advanced power armor teleported onto the field, standing atop the tank it had commanded from a distance. Larger than the Behemoth, but clearly the same species and faction given the design of the armor. Wielding a truly huge Force Maul designed to enhance his psychic abilities, it was none other than the Grand Warlock of the Krork.
"So, you're the dragon that's so tough, eh?" He chuckled. "Well, let's see how you like what I have. STOP THIS IF YOU CAN!" He laughed, and tapped the tank below. Glory flew off, Mercy floating just behind him while me and the sniper stood atop its shoulders. The Grand Warlock jumped onto the tower Hated was standing on, and the tank flew further into the sky even though its booster rockets were no longer running, surrounded by a powerful green glow. Slamming the ground twice with his weapon, the Krork summoned a forest of spikes below Hatred, skewering it with a thousand blades, and the Apocalypse Tank
rushed downwards at high speeds, falling at beyond terminal velocity for just an instant. It crashed into hatred, think armor plating and tough systems crumpling as the kinetic force of the gigantic vehicle did heavy damage to itself, but it did worse to the foe, especially since it pressed him further downwards onto the field of knives below, although with the size of everything in question it was less knives and more giant greatswords.
The tank disappeared as I summoned a temporary pillar and looked at Hatred. It roared again, much weaker than the first time it did so against me, and we finished our attack off.
Mercy, Glory, the Elite Sniper, the Grand Warlock and I formed an indescribably awesome team pose with perfect coordination and timing, right in front of Hatred.
This did emotional damage to Hatred on top of the physical onslaught as it
knew in its heart of hearts that it would
never do anything anywhere near as awesome as that team pose, let alone all the other stuff we just did to it, and all precognition and oracles would confirm that it would never do anything even half as awesome.
That was my attack.
The Grand Warlock nodded at us and then teleported away.
Glory and the Elite Sniper returned to their posts, freezing as my power wore off and the time freeze resumed its grip.
Mercy gave me a confused look. "Why have I not been frozen again?"
(3 Post Charge In Use)
"Because it needs to be shown you're not that wounded, now hold still." I walk over to her and poke her forehead with a finger, and the wounded parts of her armor and body fall away to reveal perfectly healthy flesh or suit underneath, the wounded bits just being plates of steel as it turns out. "Ablation of Steel and Flame. You're actually fine, and put on quite the show. Now hopefully people will stop trying to hit you."
She nods at all of this, as if this had been the case all along, returns to her position, and she gets time frozen in place once again.
Now to see how well all that worked.
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