The Denver House soldiers formed four defensive lines, each standing as an impenetrable wall, protecting the backline of mages and healers. The undead horde crashed against the first line, but the defenders held their ground, their swords dancing with lethal grace.
The zombies that somehow survived the first line's onslaught met their doom at the hands of the second and third lines. Only the most relentless and formidable undead made it to the fourth line, but they too were met with unyielding resistance.
The fourth defensive line proved to be an impenetrable fortress, allowing not even a single zombie to breach the backlines. It seemed like the human forces had regained control, their coordinated defense pushing back the relentless enemy.
But then, an earth-shattering roar reverberated through the battlefield, shattering the soldiers' newfound hope. A massive zombie, larger and more fearsome than any they had encountered before, broke through the first defensive line, its gargantuan form shaking the very ground beneath it.
The soldiers surrounding the monstrous undead put up a valiant fight, their swords slicing through its rotting flesh, yet it pressed on, undeterred. It reached the second line, and the soldiers fought with all their might, but the beast refused to fall.
It wasn't until the third line that the soldiers realized they faced an unprecedented challenge. They gathered all their strength and skill to attack the monstrous zombie, but it persisted, reaching the fourth line with an indomitable will.
The fourth line responded with a ferocious assault, desperate to halt the monstrosity's advance. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the undead giant faced the final line of defense.
Gwwaaaa
An anguished howl escaped the monstrous zombie as it lunged toward the backlines. Panic spread like wildfire among the mages and healers, their hearts pounding with fear.
The creature was only a few steps away from reaching the vital support units, threatening to turn the tide of the battle once again. Its looming presence struck fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors.
Amidst the chaos, a mage from the Denver House shouted, "It's here! Backline has been invaded! Denver House soldiers, take charge!"
His voice boomed across the battlefield, commanding attention from all those who heard it. The Denver House soldiers instantly understood their role. They withdrew something from their pockets, revealing a previously concealed object.
The other houses looked on in confusion, unsure of what they were witnessing. But the Denver House's knight captain simply nodded, understanding the significance of the moment.
A knight from the house of Dragon Flames asked, "What are you doing?"
The Denver House's knight turned towards him, his eyes ablaze with determination, and spoke three powerful words: "Serving the God."
The battleground trembled beneath the thunderous clash of steel and the roar of undead hordes. Some of the knights from the Denver House of Justice, renowned for their unyielding devotion to their cause, halted their combat momentarily, leaving the soldiers from other houses puzzled by their actions. These Denver knights were no ordinary warriors; they were a breed apart, fueled by an unshakable faith in their purpose.
"What's going on? Why did they stop?" The knights from different houses inquired, their swords still poised for battle.
Inside the healing camps...
High above the chaos, the Great Mother, a formidable figure shrouded in an aura of power, sat upon her throne, using her otherworldly abilities to mend the injured soldiers who sought refuge in her presence. Grad, sought a brief respite to have his injuries tended to. As he approached the Great Mother, her piercing gaze met his, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
"The Great Mother, may i ask why have some of your soldiers halted their fight?" Grad inquired, taking a seat beside her.
Her eyes glimmering with wisdom, the Great Mother replied, "Those soldiers are no ordinary fighters, old man. They are blessed with the divine calling to dedicate their lives to the Almighty. Each one of them is bound to a higher purpose, to protect the back lines at any cost."
Perplexed, Grad asked, "Are they planning on...?"
The Great Mother confirmed his suspicion with a solemn nod, "Indeed, they have made their choice."
To the amazement of onlookers, the Denver knights retrieved a peculiar golden vial from their pockets, glistening with an ethereal light—the Holy Doping agent.
Grad's expression turned to a mixture of awe and concern, "You created a suicide squad?"
The Great Mother's demeanor remained calm as she clarified, "No, not a suicide squad. They have renounced all earthly attachments, all worldly desires, and stand ready to embrace the will of the Almighty. This is their solemn vow."
"By the heavens, what have you done?" Grad asked, unable to shake off his astonishment.
Emerging from the tent, Grad witnessed a sight that would forever be etched into his memory. The Denver knights, their bodies radiating an ethereal golden glow, stood steadfast in the face of impending danger.
"In the name of God, I shall surrender before the Almighty," the soldiers intoned, invoking the power of the Holy Doping agent to amplify their skills and overcharge them.
Their blades shone with divine brilliance as they pledged their very souls to the Almighty, their devotion granting them unparalleled strength.
"Soldiers, Offensive Formation!" The troops that had been vigilantly safeguarding the back lines now transformed into an offensive formation, while other Denver knights assumed their former defensive positions with unwavering resolve.
In a blaze of divine glory, the overcharged soldiers surged forth, their battle cries rending the air as they advanced with unparalleled fury. They pushed back the undead horde from the front lines, their actions emanating the echoes of ancient legends.
As the spectacle unfolded, rival knights were taken aback by the sheer display of valor and determination.
"Woah, have they lost their minds? Overcharging like that? Sacrificing themselves?" One of the undead knights commented in awe.
"We must seize this opportunity! We need to push them back before the overcharge wears off!" A soldier from the House of Flames urged, recognizing the momentous opening presented before them.
Heeding the advice, the knights, once sworn enemies, united with the Denver House, charging forward with newfound vigor, leaving a trail of annihilated zombie bodies in their wake. The battleground became a canvas of relentless warfare, the grass beneath their feet swallowed by the tide of carnage.
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