-Iermigadeon-

More and more soldiers are getting deployed into the frontline, regiments of walking warbound metals clashing in a bitter gnashing of sword edges and exchange of point blank firing of their guns. A total of twenty-five million Maulgrisentirians are sent into the battlefield, one-fifth of it comprising of the Maulgrisentir Air Force. Thousands upon thousands of gyrocopters and flying ships unleashed a barrage of railgun and missile fire against the brave defenders of the Rebel Forces. The Rebels are massively outnumbered, twelve is to one, and are being attacked from four fronts. Storms of artillery fire wrecked the once verdant plains into a pockmark of craters and destroyed landships, with the rebels retaliating with their salvaged armaments. Even the might of the Eteruans didn't gave an advantage, as the sheer numbers of the enemy outmatched them all. The combined Rebel and Eteruans are encircled on all sides, with the Maulgrisentirians gaining land inch by inch in a bloody spectacle of bravery and gore. Up in the sky, a theatrical and breath-taking view of gyrocopter dogfights dominates the crimson-tinted skies, filled with the smoke and fire of the exploding sky-high warships exchanging fire in an intense, adrenaline-filled aerial warfare.

-Eirfvenzienian Space Territory-

The Diyelir reinforcement armada exited the warp, unleashing a surprisingly devastating wave of railgun fire and ship crashing along the fortified lines of the hostiles, they blockading fleet was caught off-guard and was demolished in a few minutes. Afterwards, the Diyelirs began descending on the planet on orbital drop pods, Ascendants of the Celestial-variants coming directly from the Capitol falling in behind enemy lines like a wave of shooting stars ready to pave the way for destruction. The Diyelirs emerged from the pods, immediately opening fire on the shocked enemies. Soon after, waves of planetary broadcast followed. "Your ancestral brothers have arrived. Salvation has finally come."

Everyone was put into shock and awe as wave after wave of angelic monstrosities fall down from the sky, unlike anything they've seen before. The strange entities are clad in a black armor in an array of eerie-green light glowing brighter as the heavenly warriors unleashes their nerve-shaking battlecries. The battle seemed put into a stop and everyone just fall back at the sight of these beings coming in. Moreover, in what seems like a very strange phenomena, the scarlet sky turned dark grey as storm clouds begin piling up on top of the plains. A gargantuan construct soon followed, resting in the middle, or more precisely, creating the impeding malevolent storm. Much to the enemy force's terror, a great contingent of Baneseraphim-variants of Endbringers landed on the mountainside of the great mountain overlooking the trench-filled battlefield. Echoes of bellowing howls and war chants followed by pieces of earth-shattering giant slugs that makes the even the ground tremble in fear. As the panic and chaos engulfs the enemy's side, with the Rebel defenders holding back their breath at the sight of a great force, the Diyelir forces surges into the battle, the now crevice-filled battleground shaking at the force of a thirty-thousand strong regiment rushing all at once. Volleys of howitzer fire penetrated their rank, destroying everything in its wake, the Ascendants releasing a mind-breaking wave of psionic howls. Lightning bolts rained from the sky, partnered with the constant rain of that earthquake-inducing shells that the panicking Maulgrisentirians are now facing, after a few minutes of arriving, the Diyelirs managed to devastate a total of ten thousand Maulgrisentirians on the spot and thousands more are getting killed every minute. The carnage has began, the Diyelirs have finally returned.

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