John Williams
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Rudra looked at the war report about the composition of enemy troops and the vampire forces and then took a glance at the terrain they would fight on. Basically on paper the army of Satan was about 100 million strong, but Rudra quickly understood that in reality that would not be the case at all. Satan's army was probably the worst army to encounter in the entire dark faction, because the army consisted of whatever nefarious creature one's imagination could think of. Necromancers, Undead…
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Gambino did not panic after his first attempt failed, he just thought he did not apply enough force and decided to keep applying more and more force until the old man's leg budged. Gambino was very proud that he was an Aurelius, he was even more proud that he was able to reach tier6 at the ripe young age of 44. Becoming a god within vampire society and being adored by millions, Gambino truly believed that his power was nothing to scoff at. He was a god! Just how long could a mortal stand…
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Rudra was escorted into the council room by the Aurelius clan soldiers and he was very unimpressed by his summoning. The only reason why he went so far to help the Bloodfall clan was because of his blood brother Max- In the wider sense, he did not work as a specialist to formulate war strategies but that role was demanded of him today. Walking into the war council room, he scanned the men inside the room before making eye contact with Regus Aurelius. The vampire monarch was looking at him…
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A mere week following the settlement of his clan within the labyrinthine fortress engineered by the Aurelius lineage around the disc, Max found himself summoned for an audience with The vampire king Regus Aurelius himself. The Bloodfall clan, for the time being, were assigned minimal responsibilities extending no further than patrol duties within the maze-like fortress. However, Max was under no illusions – he understood well that their tasks would undoubtedly escalate as time went on. From the…
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The battlefield was a living, writhing spectacle of clashing forces and the raw power of divine entities. From any rational perspective there was no winner or loser in this war anymore, there was only death and destruction as well as the reminder of the devastating abilities that each monarch possessed to be able to kill millions in a blink of an eye. The Forger king who was Battered, injured, and depleted of energy, was now re-engaged by Memphidos and Kane as in his current state he began…
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The aftermath of the was a ghastly sight, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of warriors. The once bustling battlefield now resembled a graveyard, a scorched landscape filled with unidentifiable rubble, which only a few moments ago were towers and walls of the proud dwarven fortress. The air was heavy with the stench of charred flesh and scorched metal. An ominous silence hung over the battlefield, only interrupted by the occasional groan of a dying soldier or the clatter…
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In the absence of the forger king at the heart of the fortress, the chain of command fell to his two most trusted underlings Brokk and Eitri who were veterans in the dwarven army, responsible for initiating the countermeasures from here on forward. They began activating the fortress's defence mechanisms, hidden beneath the mountainous terrain. Gates carved out of the bedrock closed off sections of the fortress, forcing the invading army into a narrower battlefield that favoured the stout…
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As the battlefield seethed with destruction, a new chord struck amidst the chaos. The colossal figures of Sovereign Kane and the Shaman God Memphidos dominated the warfront, their presence a beacon for their advancing forces. Without preamble, Kane detached a spear from his saddle, his movements swift and precise. A single throw from his mighty arm sent the spear soaring skyward. The spear was a blur, piercing the sky with a power that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. It found its…
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Rudra stood idly on the massive walls constructed by the Aurelius clan around their disc as he watched the unfolding battle between the dwarves and the forces of the sovereign Kane with great interest. He was impressed by the machines deployed by the dwarves in this fight, he had always believed that there must be some way that the fighter jets deployed by humans on earth could be remodelled into a more resilient form for combat in Sigma, but such a construction which met the armour requirements…
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The relentless assault by the dwarven machines made it very difficult for Kane's forces to advance, as the closer they approached the dwarven fortress the faster their numbers dwindled. While the sky was ablaze with the setting sun, the earth was alight with the flaming projectiles hurled by the dwarven machines, their destructive dance illuminating the darkening battlefield. As the enemies came within a 1km radius of the fortress, the massive trebuchets of the dwarves, once merely a part of the…
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