Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1163 1163: Tsunami

As the final day of the event arrived, the sky grew ominously dark with the descent of three formidable figures from the clouds… Each donned noble-inspired armor, elegant cloaks billowing behind them, and swords securely fastened to their belts. While they projected an image of nobility, their eyes, glowing with a crimson light, hinted at ancient, formidable power. These were the Three Vampire Lords, each embodying the stoic presence of counts from a bygone era, their very aura capable of chilling the very battlefield. Flanking them, three other winged beings hovered majestically.

These were the Dragonkin Elders. At this juncture, they were uncertain why they'd been summoned to confront a single shelter, but a mysterious phenomenon or system had compelled their presence. Cooperation was their only option… "Mhmm… Not bad, day walkers…" one of the Dragonkin Elders rumbled, their scales shimmering with potent mana, an overt attempt to intimidate even the formidable Vampire Lords. Yet, unlike the lesser dragonoids, these were seasoned commanders, veterans of countless conflicts, their bloodlines tracing back directly to the mighty Flood Dragons themselves. Together, their gaze swept over the chaos unfolding below.

The sheer scale of the approaching wave was immense. Zombies surged in unfathomable numbers, spearheaded by their respective kings: Spitter Kings unleashing corrosive bile, Juggernaut Kings towering with sheer brute force, Fire Kings engulfed in roaring flames, and advanced-tier zombies like Hunters, Lickers, Lurkers, Butchers, and Stalkers were visible everywhere. Following closely behind, the Vampire army advanced in disciplined formations. Thralls formed the vanguard, Low‑Tier Vampires marched behind them, Vampire Knights clad in blackened armor took their positions, and a select few Elder Vampires, the designated commanders of this assault, oversaw the battlefield. Finally, the Dragon Army unleashed their terrifying roars from both the skies and the earth… Wyverns circled like hungry vultures, Salamanders slithered forth, breathing fire, Dragonoids marched in rigid formation, and at the very heart of their host, a colossal Flood Dragon made its imposing presence known!

Rooaarrr!

This immense Flood Dragon was an unexpected and shocking sight even for the Draconic Fort! Nevertheless, the defenders knew they had to muster all their strength to repel this onslaught.

***

Meanwhile, the three Vampire Lords hovered together, their strategic minds assessing their next move. This was their final day within this realm, and they were determined to make it count! "Look at them," one sneered, his fangs glinting ominously in the dim light. "The zombies march without a hint of hesitation. Traps, bullets, or cannons mean nothing to them. They will fling themselves into the fire if commanded. Truly perfect cannon fodder…"

Another Lord let out a dark chuckle. "Indeed, that is their sole purpose. To exhaust the enemy's projectiles… Let them absorb the mechs' firepower, the soldiers' blades, the elves' arrows. Once the defenders are depleted, our own forces will be in a superior position." The third Lord's voice was colder, his tone laced with a chilling calculation. "Yes. The zombies are driven purely by instinct. They will advance relentlessly, even if engulfed by flames. Unlike us, they do not possess the capacity for thought or fear. Perhaps in an hour or two, they will overwhelm the fortress with sheer numbers… that would be ideal for us…"

Then, the Dragonkin Elders interjected into their discussion… "It is true that the zombies serve a useful purpose," one growled. "They will breach the traps. They will detonate the mines. Their corpses will clog the cannons. And when the machines falter, our wyverns will descend. However, they cannot be allowed to harm the Elves! The elves must be taken alive! Do not kill them!"

The three Vampire Lords acknowledged this directive with nods. They too craved the precious blood of the Elves but dared not disregard the Dragonkin's request. Another Elder added, "We initially required only three Elves, but acquiring all of them would be far better." The Vampire Lords then conveyed their intention to relinquish all claims to the Elves, allowing the Dragonkin to have them completely.

"But the fortress is defended by those mechanical golems. I trust you can handle those contraptions. Our forces will struggle against these unfeeling beings…" Indeed, this was a major point of concern for the Vampire Lords! The Warden Units and the Mech Frames possessed no blood that could be manipulated by their powers. "Worry not… It appears these golems have limitations. They cannot fight indefinitely. Someone is piloting them from within, and they will tire. Once the zombies have weakened the defenses, our Salamanders will incinerate the walls, and our Dragonoids will breach the gates." The third Elder, whose scales resembled polished obsidian, spoke with unwavering confidence. "And the Flood Dragon will shatter their morale. Even their elves' purification abilities are insufficient against such overwhelming corruption." The Vampire Lords exchanged nods… A sense of excitement permeated the group, knowing that a substantial reward awaited them upon their triumphant return to their respective realms.

"Then it is settled," one declared. "Yes," another concurred. "Let the cannon fodder perish first. Their sacrifice will pave the path to our ultimate victory." The Dragonkin Elders unfurled their wings, their voices echoing across the war-torn battlefield. Just like that, the command to advance was issued…

The wyverns would launch aerial assaults to distract the defenders, compelling them to divide their attention.

Salamanders would be responsible for immolating their barricades.

Dragonoids would advance in formation, overwhelming their soldiers in close combat. And when the opportune moment arrived, the Flood Dragon would unleash its destructive power…

The Vampire Lords merely smirked… Their scheme was far less complex.

Their sole focus was to weaken the Barrier…

Once that objective was achieved, the trio would infiltrate the Fortress simultaneously…

"We will descend upon their leaders. We simply need to keep their strongest combatants occupied with our assaults."

In unison, the six commanders, the three Vampire Lords, and the three Dragonkin Elders ratified their strategy.

***

"What a remarkably straightforward plan…" Mystra commented, having overheard their discussion from a considerable distance.

"So, what transpired?" Shane inquired, observing the elf intently.

The presence of the six formidable entities had not gone unnoticed, and it was imperative for Shane to ascertain their intentions.

After all, he could not afford to repeat past errors.

Nika's demise was a direct consequence of underestimation…

Significant losses had already been incurred over the preceding days. On this final day, further casualties were anticipated.

However, even amidst numerous fallen comrades, a heavy toll must be exacted.

"Shane… their strategy is not particularly intricate…" Mystra elaborated.

Apparently, it was quite direct. Zombies would swarm forward, their mindless nature and relentless advance serving to disarm traps and absorb enemy fire.

Subsequently, Wyverns and Salamanders would engage, while the Dragonoids pressed their advance. Concurrently, the Flood Dragon would contribute to the breaching of the barrier…

Following this, Vampire Knights and Elder Vampires would join the fray, executing coordinated attacks against a depleted defense… They would not be engaging the Warden or the Trident Mechs.

Finally, the Vampire Lords and Dragonkin Elders would make their descent, aiming to eliminate the fortress leadership…

"Mhmm… It appears that is the extent of their capabilities… If those are all their forces, this siege might extend for a full day, but we should manage…" Shane mused, glancing at Tundra, who appeared utterly exhausted…

Tundra had foregone sleep for days, dedicating his efforts entirely to bomb creation.

***

Presently, the armies below began to stir, sensing the decree from their masters.

The siege had officially commenced!

Zombies bellowed mindlessly, awaiting a specific signal... Then, vampires hissed, positioning themselves behind the Zombies...

Meanwhile, the Wyverns appeared to be preparing for a substantial offensive.

"Hahaha! Annihilate!"

The Vampire Lords raised their hands, emanating swirling crimson energy.

"Advance, expendable units! Submerge them with your remains!"

The Dragonkin Elders also issued their directive… "March forth, progeny of the dragon! Incinerate their ramparts, demolish their war machines!"

The battlefield reverberated as the initial wave commenced its movement.

Zombies surged forward, their respective kings positioned behind the vanguard.

Fwoosh~ Fwoosh~

Spitter Kings ejected corrosive agents across the terrain, Juggernaut Kings hurled projectiles, while Fire Kings set the battlefield ablaze!

Simultaneously, the advanced-tier zombies charged, crawled, and slithered towards the fortress…

They seemed indomitable, but soon, the numerous prepared explosives were detonated!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The succession of detonations generated a tremendous upheaval…

In their wake, the vampires halted, unable to evade the concussive blasts!

They remained poised… Awaiting the conclusion of the detonations, fully aware of their finite nature!

Over the preceding days, an immeasurable quantity of explosives had already been deployed. It was simply improbable that such reserves remained.

As anticipated, after approximately 30 minutes of continuous detonations from Explosive Fire Bombs, Silenced Concussive Bombs, Graviton Imploaders, Cryo-Stasis Charges, and Corrosive Venom Bombs, the barrage finally ceased.

During this period, thousands of Zombies were obliterated…

However, the Vampire Lords and the Dragonkin Elders remained unfazed!

***

"I have fulfilled my role! Now, fulfill yours!"

After Tundra's formidable power was displayed for 30 minutes, the explosive barrage finally ceased… He yearned for respite at this juncture!

A brief period of silence ensued, ensuring no further ordnance would be deployed…

Then, the earth trembled as five gigantic Trident Mechs emerged from the fortress's portals!

Their metallic structures instilled terror in the Vampires, as their blood magic proved ineffective against them!

Concurrently, the defenders erupted in triumphant roars, unable to suppress their elation at the mechs' appearance.

But at this critical juncture, the Flood Dragon emitted a deafening roar!

It unleashed its accumulated wrath, generating a cataclysmic tidal wave.

A colossal wall of corrupted water surged forth, crashing down to engulf the mechs and shatter the fortress's defenses!