Their screeches echoed like the death-cry of a thousand beasts, rattling the bones of every soldier present.
France's golden mech Yeevel ascended into the sky, towering above the ranks. Its polished armor gleamed despite the bleakness, radiant like a false sun. In its hand materialized a spear, the weapon sparking with divine fury.
To his right, Dakota's massive machine mech Borgus stomped forward, its steps shaking the ground, each impact leaving craters in the cracked earth.
To the left, Venku's Frodeon hummed with violet energy, sleek and deadly. A rifle attached to its arm.
Behind them, forty Beta mechs crouched low, their pilots gripping controls tight. And further back still stretched the endless sea of Delta robots, thousands strong, red optics glowing in the dark like a mechanical army of devils.
France's voice thundered through the comms. "This is it, you disgusting creatures! Your existence ends today!"
The golden mech raised its spear high, and from its back burst golden wings of radiant light. "Royals, fight your way to victory!"
The roar that followed shook the battlefield. The army of machines bellowed their defiance, the sound rising like thunder rolling through the heavens.
The golden wings flared, and France shot forward, a comet of light blazing across the dark wasteland. Venku's Frodeon followed, its violet boosters igniting as the mech summoned its spear and launched into the fray. Dakota charged next, every step a quake, his mech's shield materializing on its arm as it raised its massive hand, fingers like steel pillars, ready to crush.
The battle began.
Beta Mechs unleashed a wave of gun fire.
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Delta robots fired volleys of bullets, the sky lighting up with streaks of gunfire. The rounds tore into the bacteria horde, shredding smaller Els to pieces. Limbs exploded, ichor spraying like rain across the wasteland. But the Els struck back with horrifying ferocity. One opened its chest cavity like a maw and vomited streams of acid that melted through dozens of Delta units instantly, their metal frames screeching as they dissolved into nothing.
Beta mechs charged, spears and Rifles in hand, jet boosters firing as they darted between titanic bacteria. Blades pierced swollen flesh, slicing through grotesque torsos. Pilot voices filled the comms with war cries, cut short when a blast of acid splattered across a cockpit, eating straight through metal. The pilot's scream was raw, choking, and then silence. Another mech collapsed, melting into slag.
France's golden Yeevel launched its spear with divine force. The weapon tore through the air like lightning and impaled the slithering bio freak. The monster let out a final, guttural scream before collapsing into black sludge that shook the battlefield with its fall.
The golden spear spun back into France's hand as if summoned by fate itself.
France "Disgusting"
Dakota roared inside Borgus cockpit "Speed Drill" his mech moved with grace, slamming its shield forward to block a massive jet of acid. The corrosive liquid hissed and steamed against the shield, but it held, glowing as energy rippled across its surface. With his other arm, Dakota's mech seized a thrashing bacteria by the throat, its hand crushing with mechanical strength until the beast's head burst apart like an overripe fruit. He tossed the corpse aside and advanced without pause.
Venku grinned wildly inside Frodeon's cockpit, his blood rushing with adrenaline. "Too slow!" he shouted, boosters firing as Frodeon darted across jagged ground like a phantom.
The violet spear sliced clean through one bacteria, then another, the weapon moving with elegance and deadly precision. Frodeon twisted, boosters flaring, activating several missle canons, firing directly into an Els a giant Els maw. Violet energy erupting from its body in a blinding flash.
......BOOM
The El Exploded.
The battlefield became a storm of fire, steel, and acid.
Deltas tore into Els in perfect formation firing in sync.
Els melted mechs, Beta pilots screamed and roared as they fell one after another. The sound of war was constant, metal ripping, monsters shrieking, comms filled with both victory cries and death wails.
Above it all, France's golden mech cut through the sky, wings blazing, spear gleaming. Dakota's hulking machine crushed and shielded, unyielding. Venku's Frodeon danced across the ground, spear flashing like violet lightning.
The war between the Royals and the Els had begun.