Over in the command tent, the commander was frantically going over contingency plans to counter the massive onslaught brought by Fallen Guardians and Tanks, while planning strategies to push through their ranks. They toppled over everything in their way, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake Despite their enormous size, the tanks traveled extremely quickly. "TANKS!" Shouted a Militant just before he was launched into the air by the hulking beasts. As The guardians pushed the defenders, huge black specks were seen in the distance, but they traveled much too quickly for things their size. A guardian got close to a minigunner and jabbed its spear at him, the metal pierced through the armor and killed the soldier whose body was shoved to the ground. The grass was singed as the blue bolts raced across the field. Minigunners opened fire on the approaching guardians with so much plasma, that the air was starting to feel like a desert. "Fallen Guardians!" Yelled the commander. They marched alongside the King, protecting him from anything that managed to get close. Out of them, the soldiers spotted a certain group of black-hooded figures wielding spears. Behind him, coming from the portal, marched hundreds of enemies, ready to follow their king to the end. To him, the plasma was but a mere nuisance. If an ordinary zombie were to face a minigunner, they would get decimated quickly, but the Fallen King continued to move forward. The battlefield was lit up by a bright blue light as minigunners let loose a hail of plasma bolts from their M61's. "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Yelled someone as the Fallen King approached them.
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