Darius Supreme

They looked at each other with confused expressions, wondering what the strange contraptions were and what they were doing. Were they some new type of beasts unique to Pokterr?

When the planes came above them, they all dropped their payload, which were hundreds of megaton bombs. Seeing this, those below frowned, as the would-be invaders believed the planes to be birds and those things to be their droppings.

Many rolled their eyes as they went below deck to avoid the rain of shit, while some remained above to knock away what they could. Both actions were naturally a terrible mistake.

When the first person struck the thermobaric warhead, it exploded in grand fashion, first sending its shockwave, followed by its searing heatwave, lastly endless radiation that would fry an egg into green mush.

Setting off one made all others go off, and a beautiful sky of mushroom clouds was formed, with endless shockwaves and thunderous sounds from the explosions that even shook Pokterr which was miles away.

As for the ships with the valiant army coming, there was nothing left, not even ash. Even the sea for miles had been boiled clean, displaying a whirlpool that led to the seafloor that spun concentrically due to the remaining forces and radiation.

Many years later, unique resources would be produced from this sea zone, and it would end up becoming one of the most unique locations of Pokterr, or even the entire Faust.

Whatever the case, the third vanguard sent by Elysium had been totally wrecked, while Pokterr had suffered almost no losses. However, Miranda could tell that this was not over.

If one kingdom in Fallon had trillions of people, how could the entirety of Elysium lack lives to throw away like garbage? Odysseus decided that if a small batch of elites could not do the trick, then he would swarm Pokterr to death.

In his opinion, those machines had to be expensive and costly to make, after all, even Gravitas did not have too many of them. With enough lives, they could vanquish all opposition and pave the way for the elites to make a difference.

However, by thinking like this, Odysseus had naturally fallen painfully into Darius' plan. Darius agreed that elites being sent would be a problem. Look at Gunner, with one full power Eraser Cannon with stats at 1,800 thanks to Earth's Guardian back then, he had destroyed a whole section of Pokterr.

If someone of that level came and attacked, they could easily blast the various bases one by one, minus whatever resistance Miranda would put up. As such, it was important that they fought using resources first so that Elysium could be fundamentally weakened.

Over the course of the next few weeks, hundreds of billions of men and women with some level of combat training were shipped over from Elysium, promised either salvation, eternal life after death, or endless wealth.

They beached on Pokterr in groups and charged into the place, not bothering with reconnaissance anymore. They were cannon fodder sent to use their lives to pave the way for their elites, though they did not know it due to religious brainwashing.

Miranda had long predicated their arrival, and met them near the shores with the full extent of her current army. The battle was brutal, looking like something that a collaboration between Tolkien and Lucas would write and direct after snorting 30 pounds of coke with only 2 hours left to live.

Flashing lights were everywhere, from the railguns the robots wielded as well as their newly invented plasma weapons, while the fanatics used an aberration of magic that was based on faith and links to their Gods as well as power granted them by their Deities.

Of course, a majority were just normal people with, at most, one or two gimmicks, and they were the ones to fall the fastest. Before the first organic races clashed with the robots, more than 30% of their number had been lasered down.

This level of death would likely even chill Thanatos and Hades, not due to the volume, but the speed. The robots tore into them with ease, their bodies made of Holy Silver.

Holy Silver was known for its properties of indestructibility, purity, and the ability to spawn sentience and consciousness if created with special techniques belonging to the artificers of the Pokterr's ancient Polito Race.

Since Miranda had used just that to create them, they were more than mindless bots that were connected to a network. With every kill they made, every battle they went through, they would gather more and more spiritual will, eventually giving birth to semi-souls.

Not to mention their indestructibility. It had already been revealed that without pure Divine Energy or some energy on that level of power, it was impossible to even harm these robots, much less take them down.

So no matter what fancy sword skill you had, or whatever cast you threw at them, none of them even took so much as a scratch. The organic troops did not realize this until it was far too late, and they had long been stranded since the aquatic units had sunk all their ships.

The army of Pokterr slaughtered every single organic species, even those who had dropped down their weapons to beg. There was no mercy or kindness, only raw brutality.

The bodies were then brought back to the various bases to be sent underground in order to nourish the land once more. In its current state, infusing Source Energy into the land only ensured that countless minerals would be spawned, but no plant or organic life.

With these organic 'materials', Miranda had enough to try a few things she had theorized from the knowledge she had from God Krona's library. However, she first decided to send a message to Elysium.

'You despicable organic meatbags, how dare you ruin my precious Metal Army like this? Send your elites for us to fight a real battle like before and stop this pathetic and infuriating tactic! >:ꓷ"