The city was rampaged, with missiles and bombs targeting their infrastructure, roads, bridges, and defensive towers. These were their first objectives. Each division of Armatus thodically and strategically targeted each garrison, ensuring the oppression front. anwhile, Queen Charlotte led over half of her knights to stomp on the main castle and finish off Mathias III, the ruler of Germund.
Lunarius and Stellius mages concentrated their assaults, alternating between casting arcane barriers and firing powerful spells, srising in their movent. teors materialised from the sky and crashed into the knights, burning their suits to ashes like mosquitoes.
As the battle drew closer to the king's castle and the high tower, the intensity and firepower of both sides beca evenly matched. Both forces suffered heavy casualties. With their forces dwindling, Queen Charlotte stampeded her way forward, leading the fleet in her gold suit. With two powerful swings, she cut through six Lunarius mages, granting them a quick death. Only one of them managed to conjure a fortified magnetic field in ti, reflecting the blade away. A hundred tres from them, another Lunarius mage launched a divine flaming sword the size of a house through one of Queen Charlotte's Armatus suits.
"Ugh! Damn insects!" She scread in exasperation as her Armatus was reduced to red tal scrap. "Cover !" She barked to her vanguard, who swiftly flanked to protect her.
Then, she motioned for all five of her Armatus suits to concentrate their fire, draining the Lunarius mage's mana until he lted into a boiling pile.
***
Rhok and Daniel pressed forward, their Armatus suits soaring through the sky, cutting a path of destruction across Germund's outer rim. The once-strong garrisons now lay in ruins, reduced to piles of rubble — bricks and stone shattered beneath the sheer force of their assault. Ten strongholds had already fallen to their relentless advance, a testant to the rciless precision with which they struck.
As Rhok and Daniel soared past a towering structure that resembled a church, the tranquil sight of a woman caught Rhok's sharp eyes. Below, amidst the chaos, stood an innocent figure — her serene presence a stark contrast to the destruction unfolding around her. She was cloaked in a nun's robe, her posture one of deep reverence as she knelt in silent prayer.
The contrast between the serenity of the scene and the violence of their task sparked sothing inside Rhok. He couldn't explain it, but the peacefulness of her presence seed out of place in the world he was creating.
As a matter of fact, he felt aroused.
Before he could fully process the thought, a priest erged from the building. The priest attempted to defend the nun by casting an ice shard aid at Rhok's Armatus. The magic barely registered on the heavily armoured suit, but Rhok's temper flared.
"Silver... Sentry protocol," Rhok muttered, his voice cold and detached. His hand moved almost instinctively, a flick of his finger. The Armatus suits swatted the priest, his body crumpling into a heap of bloodied ss. Rhok's eyes watched the gory goo through Armatus's feed, unfazed by the gore he committed.
"Yes, sir," Daniel replied reluctantly, his voice laced with discomfort, though he remained obedient. As a Silver knight, the hierarchy was absolute, and he had no choice but to follow Gold's orders.
Rhok didn't utter imdiately. He felt the cold steel of his Armatus suit as he descended slowly toward the nun, shredding his giant suits, his mind flickering with lustful emotion, licking his lips in anticipation. The mission called for ruthlessness, the nun's innocence seed too sweet to be left behind.
Rhok, in his personal suit, stood just above the woman, slightly uncertain about his next move. The nun's eyes t his, pure fear in her gaze. There was no fighting in her, no desire for power or violence like a sweet little lamb.
Then, a devious smile spread across his face as the woman scread at the top of her lungs, horrified by the chanical lift of the armour pad on his groin.
"May the Astral Empress bless you, Tony!" Rhok exclaid with a wide grin, his voice booming with gratitude for the engineer who had designed the detachable armour pad, all while soaking in the twisted thrill of the mont.
***
In the Magus Primarch of Germund's castle,
A distant rumble, followed by a deafening boom, shattered the stillness of the hall. Mathias, a bald Cat Wildren, stirred from his deep slumber amidst a tangle of naked escorts of various races — humans, Wildren, and elves. Groggy and disoriented, his dark feline eyes blinked open as he jerked into a sitting position. The remnants of sleep clung to him, and for a fleeting mont, he wondered if the noise was rely part of a sweet dream.
Mathias was a male in his mid-sixties, long past his pri, yet fad for his insatiable appetite and unmatched prowess in bed. The night before, the king had indulged himself with seven won, basking in smug self-admiration. Now, they lay sprawled across the massive royal bed, their even breathing a testant to their exhaustion.
Morning light filtered through the grand windows of his chamber, illuminating the lavish furnishings and the finest fabrics, sourced from across the seven continents. As bare of hair as a man could be, his scalp shone like polished glass, catching the sunlight and gleaming with an almost comical intensity.
Yawning, Mathias leaned over to plant a soft kiss on the collarbone of one of the won beside him, just below the Lustbrand Circlet — a sinister magical device that ensured sensual compliance through intoxicating pain should its wearer dare to resist their master's desires. Her striking blue eyes fluttered open briefly, and she returned a hesitant kiss to his cheek, her reluctance barely concealed.
Before Mathias could savour the mont, another violent tremor rocked the room, followed by a thunderous explosion that sent him and his escorts tumbling from the bed. The chamber's walls collapsed inward with a roar as debris, bricks, and dust rained down in chaotic disarray. A gaping hole, easily ten tres wide, appeared where the wall had once been, flooding the room with blinding daylight and leaving the king montarily stunned.
"What the—?!" Mathias exclaid, his jaw slack with disbelief. Around him, the naked escorts scread in terror, their shrieks echoing as they huddled together in a trembling mass against the far corner.
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