The Great Luciferian-Christian War (IC | MT/FanT | Open)

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Necker-Enfants

A red cloak silently appeared on the rooftop near the sniper and her spotter. They'd been harassing allied forces for too long, and had to be dealt with one way or another.

In one fluid motion, part of the cloak was swept aside to reveal several holsters- one of them containing a suppressed Smith and Wesson Mk. 22 semiautomatic, converted for use as a tranquilizer pistol.
Two shots, two short echoes that would blend in amongst the gunfire. Two more followed up, in case their bloodstreams weren't already flooded with anesthetic.

The darts pinged uselessly against their kevlar armor, and they didn't even bother turning around to respond.
The Fallschirmjaeger hiding behind the door shoved a bayonet through the LARPer's chest and opened fire while the bayonet was still in, before yeeting the bloodied corpse over the side of the hospital.

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Murmelda

The council shrunk back at the stature of the Archbishop. Aceus smiled. “Normally, I know better to interfere with my daughter’s business. The lass is almost twenty and in the employ of the good Kaiser, dragons will follow after her. But for old times sake, I shall heed.” the young King turned to the council, pacing to see each and every member there. “I am Aceus, sole-born son of Aramer of the Ancient and Most Honoured House Elurion. By the Grace of the Valar and will of this united nation am I High King over all Kings of Gondor, Arnor, Rohan, Lindon, and Dale; Emperor of Elvendom, Dwarrowdelf, Rhûn, Ivalice and Orience; Lord-Protector of the Free Peoples of Arda, Grand Duke of Yggdrasilia and Isengard; Shield of the Faith, and seated upon the Throne of the White Tree.” he paused to recover his breath. “With this authority, do I honour the oaths made by my ancestors to the Kaiser of the Poles and the Prussians. With this I ride to war to end this fell shadow upon our nation.” he would turn to walk with the Archbishop out of the sacred room. “There are few things in existence that can cause a dragon to rouse itself into predatory action. One is a sufficiently determined Dancerian, the other is a creature of equally old and far darker magics.” Aceus would smirk an aside to the good Archbishop. “Of the two, the Dancerian is more difficult to overcome.”

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“What magic is this?!” the hooded knight would exclaim as the quartet of combatants staggered back from the impact. “Some form of oversized armoured horse?!”
“It bears the insignia of our Teutonic brothers!” the eldest exclaimed. “Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini tuo da gloriam!” he hollered out the motto of the Knights Templar.

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Kallipolis, Saranidia

Firstly, he called Marcon a “grape-stomping husk of molded cheese”, before launching into a vast tirade against various factions partaking in the “Crusade”.

This was all the young Mufti had to say about the so called “Anime Army”. “Brothers, there is homosexuality in these cartoons.” he concluded. When asked on what the fates of “Muslimah Fujoshi” and women like her. “I know not the distance between heaven and earth, or between the labia folds of that shameless prostitute- Ar-Raḥīm forgive the impurity of my tongue when speaking her- May You grant Your Faithful servants that distance from her and Your ummah, Inshallah!”

However, not all was angry, and wrathfully “sounding the trumpet of Jihad against these infidels, especially Amenria, who have dragons”, he announced his own personal war against the Satanists, and welcomed all to join him. They best join quickly, for already Suleiman was flying over Berlin, an otherwise unremarkable van parachuted out of the plane's hull landing gently in an unheeded alleyway deep behind enemy lines. Just the way the young man liked it.

Paris
A man popped out of the hatch. "OI!" He shouted. "WHOMST BE THOU?!"

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Danceria
The Archbishop chuckled. "I've seen your men in battle. They don't leave much for their enemy to bury-just as they don't leave much to the imagination...no wonder you lot carry off so many of our women."

Berlin
His van landed right in front of a squad of Fallschirmjaegers.
Nice job.

The squad medic, clutching her MP5, slowly approached the van and knocked on the door.
"H-hello?" she asked, her voice shaking. "His Majesty's Fallschirmjaegers, open up."

[Cherubim Battalion]

Necker-Enfants

A red cloak silently appeared on the rooftop near the sniper and her spotter. They'd been harassing allied forces for too long, and had to be dealt with one way or another.

In one fluid motion, part of the cloak was swept aside to reveal several holsters- one of them containing a suppressed Smith and Wesson Mk. 22 semiautomatic, converted for use as a tranquilizer pistol.
Two shots, two short echoes that would blend in amongst the gunfire. Two more followed up, in case their bloodstreams weren't already flooded with anesthetic.

The darts pinged uselessly against their kevlar armor, and they didn't even bother turning around to respond.
The Fallschirmjaeger hiding behind the door shoved a bayonet through the LARPer's chest and opened fire while the bayonet was still in, before throwing the bloodied corpse over the side of the hospital.

The corpse laid there, silent for a moment, before wincing hard and becoming alive again, hobbling into an alleyway that was completely sheltered from gunfire.

He'd obviously been through much worse, he remembered, as he pulled out a syringe of LIFE medicine and applied it to himself, while putting on a wound dressing. The bayonet and the gunfire had done as much to him as the tranquilizer darts had done to his intended targets, thanks to the intense and questionable methods he'd been subjected to as a teenager.

He then tapped an earpiece, and spoke in a raspy Nicaraguan accent.

"Good Senor Vendes... Yes, it was rather embarrassing... I never really could do what the Boss could, really...
It looks like I'll need much more support for this particular mission."

[Nazi Basurian Empire]

50 Basurian patriots and brave knights arrive in paris and shoot demons while help allies

they use top tier tactical rifles and homemade future soldier equipment (all basurians are home engineerong gods)

they also all follow Liu Zhongjing II "Rosenberg" on twitter

[Empire of Sanjar]

Render Unto Me

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Riyadh Arslan Capital of the Empire of Sanjar

Present Day

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Harsu I iv Sanjar
Imperial House of Sanjar
Sanjar Empire

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The throne room of the Imperial Palace was suitable for a god, lined with gold and high-tech equipment. Outside of the temple, amid the setting sun that made the ornate ziggurats and temples outside glisten gold in the sun alongside impossibly large skyscrapers, Sanjari aircraft patrolled the skies which were protected by some of the most state of the art air defense systems in the world. Even Israel could envy the power of the Sanjari Empire. The most intricate part of the temple, of course, was the grandoise throne Harsu sat upon himself, covered in gold-coated artifacts, including swords, ornate firearms, and jewels, situated behind the upper section of the throne. This gave it a sort of halo appearance, as if to furhter divinate the Emperor's already high position to his people.

Sitting in his throne, Harsu looked to the paper he held in his hand. Before him was the Minister of Defense and his cousin, Kaffir iv Sanjar, a small rat of a man who could be pushed over with a single finger.

"The Sanjari Imperial Army is in position for the Attack on Israel, your Eminence." Karduk spoke, bowing to regard his superior. "Forgive me, Your Eminence, but was it really wise to execute Prime Minister Netanyahu while you met him?"

"Bibi" Harsu questioned with a chuckle. "If he has no qualms with making deals with The Devil, then he would have no qualms in betraying us. Therefore, I will have no qualms in my killing of him." He briefly reminisced to the meeting in which Bibi attempted to get him to sign a piece of paper, to which Harsu promptly removed the Israeli PM's head from his body with a swipe of his sword. "A traitor's soul is worth nothing. He believed that I would have an ounce of mercy for him when he begged for it — he was wrong. Working with a man like him would make us less righteous in the eyes of Allah. But, I have sent him to Allah — I have done him a favor, Inshallah." He gestured to a piece of paper that he had in his hands. "And that traitor has done us a favor."

"What did he give you, your Eminence?"

"A map of Israel's infrastructure, weaknesses, the Iron Dome, and a list of the top Satanic agents who are in Israel now, courtesy of the Mossad. The IRGC Quds Forces we have under our control can easily pick away this defensive network. With a few air sorties, we can even cripple them for the conventional attack." With a grin, he gave the man his papers. "I have a photocopy for myself. I have called you here to utilize this asset I have obtained personally."

"Thank you, your Eminence," Taking the paper, Kaffir turned away, but paused. "Are you certain the gates to Hell are actually in Israel?"

"I'm certain." Harsu replied cryptically. "Allah told me in a dream that Iblīs can always run from us, but he can never truly hide and run forever. He would leave the entry to his kingdom in the very place that seems the "Holiest" in the world—the temple in Jerusalem. He has seemingly forgot that the Empire of Sanjar exists, and that we can easily plow through such a repressive dictatorial state like Israel. Perhaps I may even meet him in combat with my sword, like Gilgamesh. One day, I hope to finally rid the world of Satanism and all the other fake religions, and destroy Jesus, Iblīs, the Mormons, and everyone else myself. Our cause is right— these men are all madmen."

"Sadat!" Kaffir replied with a Sanjari salute, before leaving the throne room.

You've died for israel, Bibi... Smiling, Harsu looked to the picture of the Israeli Prime Minister that was on his computer, stroking it with a glove-covered finger.. Now... your precious "state."

[Atkemri]

Germany

The ASP was coming to purge the demons in Germany first. Though not historically Catholic past the Protestant Reformation like France 009 demanded to go there first as "It would count as a crusade against both Satanists and Heretics" and no one really wanted to argue with the the supernatural suit of Templar armour. In Schleswig-Holstein, Germany multiple VTOLs could be seen landing upon the beaches unleashing many Anomalous Strike Teams and ASP 009 himself.

They would move forward on to the beaches shooting any furry or Satanist they saw being especially brutal towards the furrified population sparing not woman nor child. As the normal members of the ASP army fought as a normal army would using cover and tactically moving forward waiting for the soon to be coming Artillery support, 009 would charge into the heart of the Furry hoarder slashing and slicing his way through them and occasionally let loose bolts of holy lighting singeing the fur of the degenerate daemon sodomites that lay in front of him. Most VTOLS left the area, but a few provided some air support using the M240 machines guns they came attached with. If one thing would be learnt that day it would be that the ASP would not tolerate this degeneracy in human territory

The Presidential Palace

"Mr.Wells sir, the Exodian leader has sent you a message regarding the demon situation. Do you want me to write a response?" Wells taking the letter, looked over it and shook his head "No, I'll respond to this one myself. It needs that personal touch, you know what I mean."

"Of course I do." She didn't, but keeping her job was a very enticing proposition compared to calling out the president on his naivety and being removed from employment. After she walked out of his room he began typing up his respose to Exodia

President Rodriguez, I have not heard truer words all week. In this time of turmoil we must come together and remain strong and United. I endorse any support you can provide through any organization. Though I must ask that you mend the relationship you had with the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth. They are a valuable all in the fight against evil and without them a essential part of our forces are gone. Please try something to get them back with us.
-From:President Lucky Wells

[Asigna]

- Bucharest -

The Bayan quickly occupied the rest of the country as the Bartilians collapsed with the Commonwealth mowing down the last of the surviving resistance which attempted to flee to their side of the border. The Bayan however in their crusade to rid the world of degeneracy and build up a stronger world would have to come face to face with this battle; the battle to erase the degenerate and autistic Monarcuck government from the face of the earth.

Orders that were given on an earlier time period were once again relayed to the lesser commanders via secure channels. Pilots, sailors, KK agents, Kalihiman agents and other random soldiers all now were ready for what was to come. The lower rank and file, though still skeptic of their Heneral's new religion, prayed unto the heavens and their heralds, Tengri, Jupiter, Yekezhong, Lightbringer, anyone who existed in heavenly light as they bask upon this new world of conflict that would emerge soon at their doorstep. Heaven forbid that this conflict rid the world of the righteous, but rather destroy those who were standing in the way of humanity seeing the light. Monarcuck Christians were the darkness, and the Hukbo was the light. The light will brighten the darkness even if it means the destruction of all shadows, who cower before the presence of brightness.

Eluide meanwhile, connected himself to the Flight control of the airfield that would lead the first of the attacks upon Polish Prussian soil. Flight control greeted their commander with respect as Eluide directed to communicate to the Pilots and the other personnel. This would be his last conversation with Dimagilla, the commanding Heneral of the Bayan's Hukwid, who pleaded to take part in the attacks that would constitute as the first shot in the Missionite Struggle against Christcuck and Monarcuck degeneracy. However, Eluide insisted that his message would only be sent pre recorded.

AP9-A Ultras

"Flight Control this is Filipino One." Dimagilla spoke from the cockpit of his AP-9 "Ultra", the one he personally had made for himself. "All systems check, shall begin at will, over!"

"FC to Filipino one, VM from Heneral Eluide himself, confirmed from HHQ, over," Replied Flight control as Dimagilla played the message from his dear Heneral. "You will all bring honor upon our ancestors, upon heaven who smiles upon us and upon the Greater Philippine Bayan. Our Chavacano blood shall be the sword of righteousness that stabs our enemies deep into their heart. Mabuhay! AVE!"

And so it was done. Dimagilla grabbed a few seconds to think about what he will left behind as this mission could very well be a possible suicide attack since his fleet would be the first to penetrate Prussian Polish air defense and begin launching upon targets deep inside Prussian Polish soil. His family, his children, all brave young daughters who were still toddlers. His wife, who had also recently converted to the Mission with him. May heaven bless them all. Dimagilla had already instructed in his will that another trusted officer would come take his place should he fall in battle. He was already very well the nominal commander of the Hukwid as recieving orders from Dimagilla behind the enemy lines was risky. For the meantime while the battle has not yet begun, he might as well be as good as dead.

"Flipino one to Flight control, done recieving message from HHQ, shall begin at will, over."

"FC to Filipino one, heaven bless your journey. Over and out."

With an enormous roar, the Ultra and its dozen other companions zoomed through the Tarmac before taking off, started ascending to a height of twelve kilometers and accelerated to 900 kph. They were followed by dozen more Ultras later on. The 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 8th, 10th, 11th, 16th, 17th Ultra Strike groups were now heading for their various targets deep within the Prussian Polish Commonwealth. Trailing behind them were the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 8th, 10th, 11th, 16th, 17th Corsaire groups. The metallic silver jets were now high in the air ready to smite the Prussian Polish monarcucks with absolute fury.

The Bayan Hukbo had their eye upon the Prussian Polish through every sensor they could find; through the eyes in deep space of the combined allied satellites in conjunction with their own. Like hawks peering upon their pray waiting for the right time to strike. Every radio communication frequency was recorded through the various ELINT platforms including the unsuspecting passive ELINT "cargo ships" that were sailing around the waters the North Atlantic and the North Sea. Physical activity in Prussian Polish soil was being kept watch by reconnaissance and RORSAT satellites that take turns in firing various frequencies to make it less likely for the Prussian Polish to detect that they were even being watched as the frequencies that were being utilized would not sustain on the same level for more than a microsecond, hence the detection waves for unsophisticated enemies would only seem like they are getting blips that are nearly indistinguishable from background noise on their perspective. This same tactic was used in the sustained communications of the ELINTs to make it hard or impossible for the enemy to home on seemingly non existent radio emission activity.

Beneath the silent oceans, the first wave of the Bayan attack was about to begin. The Commonwealth's navy likely had no idea that the deadly killers of the Hukgat lurked bellow the waves, simply awaiting orders. When the order came on VLF, they simply ascended to launch depth and deployed their communications buoy, through which satellite signals emitted from the Bayan Romania, relayed them of information of their targets. Astutes and Astelas fired the lot of their loadout with M4.5s piercing the water's surface before going into the sky. The targets were simple; control towers, precise locations of radar emissions such as those of their lone land based early warning detection radars and air defense tracking radars, runways and hangars. The lot of the initial strikes upon the Hangars and airfields had something akin to Lockheed's CHAMP technology, thereby frying the electronics that enemy equipment could use. Any sort of surviving aircraft would be rendered incapacitated that they are out of the commonwealth’s remaining options, if they had any by the wake of this attack. Cluster munitions fell upon the hangars and the runways, destroying, fracturing and splitting open the infrastructure along with the equipment that they were housing. There would be nothing left of the Prussian Polish airports for use of flying by the end of this attack. The Prussian Polish airforce would be no more. Fire and steel shall be the water for this bathe of purity for the Prussian Polish.

Launch of 109 M-4.5 targeted at Major Prussian Polish Airfields
Berlin (10 Unitary, 14 Cluster)
Krakow (8 Unitary, 4 Cluster)
Frankfurt (8 Unitary, 4 Cluster)
Munich (8 Unitary, 4 Cluster)
Warsaw (8 Unitary, 4 Cluster)
Gdansk (5 Unitary, 3 Cluster)
Dortmund (5 Unitary, 3 Cluster)
Bochum (6 Unitary, 4 Cluster)
Essen (9 Unitary, 4 Cluster)

The 9 Ultra Strike Groups were going to enter into range of Prussian Polish air defense. The full might of the Bayan's airpower would be felt upon the Commonwealth, as the country was just next door, putting the entire country deep within striking range of even short ranged Bayan light fighters. The mission was to eliminate the SAM positions which were well researched thanks to the enemy keeping more than a half of their radars in each regiment operational - ELINT equipment quickly determined their positions and shared it with other platforms. The Recon team had determined the safe ranges on which the Ultras and the Corsaires could come into contact with enemy air defenses without being detected by studying the frequencies that were being used by the Prussian Polish. Circular trajectories were drawn around the locations of Prussian Polish air defenses to make use of the thinner RCS the Ultra would have if it were only showing its frontal and side profiles to the enemy and not flying overhead hence preventing the reveal of the aircraft's vulnerable undercarriage which, while still tempered to deflect radar signals to a different angle, possessed the largest RCs of all the angles the aircraft can show to radar. Ideal distances from AWACs and radar positions were also determined depending on the frequency and amplitude the enemy's particular units were using. The guardian system's data links were functioning all the time, and what one sees, all shall see and it was this that was going to give them a major advantage over whatever the enemy could come to muster.

Each targeted city had a squadron of 10 Ultras and another 10 Corsaires assigned to them that would be tasked with an offensive counter - air (OCA) mission to neutralizing whatever could have been left of the enemy aerial assets in the airfield going with AGM-88 HARMs were to home in and neutralize the SAMs as well as AIM-120 AMRAAMs in anticipation for aerial combat with opposing surviving fighters. Corsaires were also coming in with their own weaponry as well. Little to nothing could be done to stop this wave of madness that was coming. Even if the Prussian Polish manage to get hold of the Ultras which would appear very small in their radars, they would immediately be flooded upon by false targets as the Ultras would return the Prussian Polish frequencies to the sender, however, this measure would only be done if it was detected by RWR that the Prussian Polish managed to get a lock on the Ultras and by then, SAM batteries would suffer jamming on every main channel using digital radio frequency memory jamming (DFRM) which receives and replicates their signals to make countless false targets surround them on all sides. The commonwealth was about to go totally blind.

With Boeing 737 AEW&Cs watching over, full view of the battlefield was provided to all the Bayan pilots. The Corsaires preyed upon every slight of movement that was remotely military. Cars were being obliterated to oblivion with bombs as there was no distinction between civilian and military personnel.

The undeclared air war over Europe had begun.

[Asigna]

Due to the recent victories, Punong (leader) Domer Eluide has declared himself Great Guardian of the Great Philippine Bayan, Lord of Asia, Master of Europe, Herald of the Light in this 21st century and destroyer of Christians.

[Nazi Hell Empire]

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[Yuyencia]

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[Nazi Hell Empire]

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[Goetlands]

日出江花红胜火，
春来江水绿如蓝。

WUHU, GOETLAND

"OH GOD OH FUCK THEYVE DONE IT" all the Goetlander soldiers screamed hysterically, shocked that the Basurian army just drifted ashore on bamboo rafts. Despite invoking powers of Satan on their side, the very feat of their enemy succeeding in such an absurd maneuver had terrorized them, who now feared that they would be struck an unexpected defeat.

Fortunately, Wuhu's vicinity had barely any cover, being a flat featureless river plain, which forced the Basurians under the fire to descend upon their pitiful heads from above. While Goetlander Satanic Air Force jets interdicted Basurian air cover, close air support in the form of specialized attack jets and helicopters bombarded the Basurians with rockets and missiles, aiming to eliminate air defence and then armor. In the air intense wrestling proceeded. The Three-Legged Crow Aviation Industry Corporation Type 06 fighter, a copy of the Mitsubushi F-2, was the mainstay of the Goetlander force, using its features such as larger and lighter wings and its AESA radar to wrestle every bit of advantage available. Specialized EW aircraft focused on detection of incoming enemy squadrons, working in tandem with ground radars, as well as disturbing enemy communications in air and on land via various forms of jamming.

In addition, Goetlander artillery also began intensely bombarding the Basurian troop concentrations. Mortar, howitzer, field gun and rocket fire tore through air and eardrums. Radar-guided shells were deployed sparingly on Basurian command centers and counter-battery systems simultaneously. However Goetlander artillery remained reliant on the huge quantity of old PLA guns and rocket launchers they inherited, and saturation was only to compensate for their poor accuracy. Drones were also used to guide bombardments, as well as more generally monitoring Basurian movements.

Goetlander commanders assessed that intense fire on their exposed positions would force the Basurians to make a dash for the cities, where cover is more readily available and Goetlander aircraft would have reservations on indiscriminate bombing. Thus entry to Wuhu and nearby towns were sealed and reinforced, Goetlander troops entrenching themselves both in defensive positions and fortifications on the outskirts, as well as among the concrete jungles where mobile lines of defense were designed to deplete Basurian forces as much as possible. Basurian echelons were targeted from long distances with mortar and ATGM fire, then at close range with ambushes by Goetlander soldiers and militias firing out of or behind buildings with small arms and recoilless guns. Lead and tail vehicles were first targeted to immobilize tank and APC columns before the panic would force infantry to split off and run right into ambush points. There was also much direct engagement between Basurian and Goetlander tanks.

SHANGHAI

Basurians could not have picked a worse place to initiate their second offensive from. Shanghai was distant from their supply lines, air support was obstructed by the dense air defense grid between Wuhu and Shaoxing, and without saying it goes that the place was a densely built up megalopolis, now rife with local self defense militias infesting every building and every street corner.

Basurian forces would find themselves virtually imprisoned by the labyrinthine layout of Shanghai, and their heavy equipment would be largely rendered useless due to the packed terrain. At every turn they were ambushed by locals with rifles and RPGs, who were hard to identify as paramilitaries as they used casual clothing to easily vanish among the population sink's dirtiest bottoms. Furthermore they could not evade monitoring by civilians or the CCTV network which rapidly spread news of any of their movements and in response thousands of militiamen travelled via city mass rapid transit or bus lines to harden positions against their advances.

The task of defending Shanghai was mostly left to the local authorities who no doubt knew to do a good job without incurring huge collateral casualties. The mayor, He Anqing II "Gusion", and the local influential crime lord Du Yuesheng II "Astaroth", would have fiercely objected to otherwise anyway.

CYBERSPACE

Liu Zhongjing II "Rosenberg" was ridiculed online intensely and a huge amount of anti-Basurian memes were produced. Basurian websites also underwent continued DDoS and breakthrough attempts.

Rumors also emerge of Goetlander hackers stealing billions of dollars worth of money from Basurian banks using security flaws. By now, the real was difficult to separate from the false, hopefully eventually plunging Basurians into apathy about either their war or their bank accounts.

Goetlander-controlled investors begin speculative attacks on the Basurian economy, suddenly withdrawing huge amounts in an effort to create a financial panic.

[Vanquaria]

In recognition of the subjugation of the Slavic peoples of Eastern Europe, the resurrected Demigod of the SS, Heinrich Himmler, has been declared Emperor of Vanquaria, Aryan Above All, Supreme Slayer of Jews, King of Europe and Commander of Nazidom

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Vanquarian SS death squads deploy via aerial insertion into both France and Germany. With their flamethrowers and automatic PKPs, they move to carry out their orders to massacre the degenerates, disabled folk, black folk, Arabs, fat folk, ugly folk, and furries.

They also have orders to kidnap beautiful French women. German women have been made available by the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth though only the good ones are chosen, leaving the ugly ones for the Polish-Prussians. After all, the Commander of Nazidom must have the biggest harem in the world.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

A series of bright flashes, blinding Atkemrians, furrows, Germans, Filipinos and Vanquarians alike, came from the Commonwealth.
When the smoke cleared, it simply appeared as though the Commonwealth had ceased to exist. No trace could be found of any of it's citizens or armies, save for the 500 or so Fallschirmjägers stranded in Paris. It's ships, now fried and empty of all crew, drifted listlessly through the sea. What little aircraft left were left there to rust, or simply dropped out of the sky.
The only sign as to it's existence was a faded and tattered Prussian-Polish flag right on the spot of where the Wawel Cathedral once stood.

[Nazi Babakiueria]

Very Very Secret Underground Research Facility
Nganbra
Capital Territory
Nazi Babakiueria

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supreme chieftain Pemulwuy II Kurrupuwu was standin in front of big ring-like machinery, it was in fact a top secret portal device based on ancient australian aboriginal tech. the portal machine was discovered eight days ago inside a secret lair located deep under uluru. generalissimo maralampuwi nhulunbuy, chief coordinator of the babakiuerian national armed forces and one of the country's best warrior-commanders, stood beside the supreme chieftain along with various scientists from across Nazi Babakiueria. "Dem christian dawgs be getting knocked out" said the generalissimo. "Deadly, brudda" the supreme chieftain replied.

back in the da hi-tech computer control room, lead scientist Dr bobby maza points at big ultra-HD computer screen and tells Pemulwuy II Kurrupuwu something. "Aye, dey be gettin away, farkin monarcuck dawgs" the supreme chieftain said. "bruz we got supahsoldiers ready, dey be jumpin into da portal n hunt dem monarcucks down n shiet" the super smart scientist replied. the generalissimo chimed in and said "aye chief, our supahsoldiers are deadly n shiet, we shoulda be sendin dem to da portal now, no time to waste brudda, dat shitz mando". Pemulwuy II Kurrupuwu liked the idea of sendin top-tier supersoldiers into the portal to hunt down the PPC who fled the scene. "Dem dawgz be runnin away n shiet, farkin christ dawgs hahahahaha" the supreme chieftain said.

[Allanea]

In Allanea, April 19th Independence Day Parade

The battalions went on and on past the viewer tribunes. To watch this parade on Allanea's independence day, the anniversary of the nation's legendary founding, live on Liberty Avenue, from these special seats, was a privilege afforded to only a small segment – some chosen through their political positions, others awarded the seats as a reward, and yet others simply because they paid a vast sum for the ticket.

And, of course, there were people who simply lived on Liberty Avenue and could see the parade pass from the windows of their own homes. The windows seemed to shake slightly with the tramping of thousands of boots, as the soldiers, cadets, and sailors walked by. Everything had been drilled for months, down to the expressions in the soldiers' faces and the precise movements of their legs.

The parade step known as the 'goose step' is difficult to drill. The leg and foot must rise in a particular way, even the toes in the boot aligned correctly as the foot sweeps up, simultaneously with every other man in the formation, and comes down, with a smack, onto the flat, grey concrete of Liberty Avenue.

Over the crowds, from loudspeakers fixed on every lamp posts, the voice of the parade announcer carries. It is measured and trained also, the man having rehearsed for this event alongside the troops that are now passing below.

The men in the blue berets we see passing through Liberty Avenue are men of the newly formed 17th Airborne Infantry Division Winged Serpents. As you can see, its division banner is a bright red flag, with a winged serpent as its sign, and the traditional motto, Don't Tread on Me, designating the nation's eternal commitment to individual liberty!

They passed through the Avenue – soldiers and sailors, cadets from the nation's lead military schools, and even fighters from several private paramilitaries – Sisters of Liberty with their fleur-de-lys flying proudly overhead, members of the Honorable Society of Dark Knights – undead warriors in black armor, their fearsome steeds carrying them at a regular pace.

Overhead passed strategic bombers – enormous, proud machines, their engines' ominous roar seeming to make the ground itself buzz under the feet of the observers, fighter jets escorting them in diamond formations. Then, after the aircraft passed, came creatures of magic and power – half a dozen dragons, their scales gleaming in the sun, and behind them, a cadre of skyborn knights. These were like human beings, except elegant and winged, like birds or engines. Those who looked up saw the knights were dressed in ceremonial cloaks of red and gold, and each of them held a spear.

On the ground, the parade was followed by vehicles – tanks, armored carriers, even ICBM launchers – passing across the ground. Tank commanders stood tall in their hatches, their right hands pressed to their temples in salute, an honor to those who saw them – regular Freemen, Royals, and the nation at large.

At last, the parade came to a conclusion. The soldiers stood in front of the main podium, where the Royal Family and the national leadership – political and corporate alike – stood. A forest of chromed, parade bayonets shone in the sun as tens of thousands of soldiers brought their rifles vertically at the side of their bodies.

The Queen rose, and so did the King. They were magnificent – neither of them human per se, both winged, their crowns humble, golden circles at their heads, once granted to them by the Elf Queen of old.

It would be the Queen who spoke.

"Good morning, men!"

And the roar of tens of thousands of voices seemed to make the very treetops shake.

"Good – Morning – Your – Imperial – Majesties!"

"I wish to thank you all. On behalf of everyone in this country, and in other countries, those who cannot be here to thank you. And I want those servicemen who are watching this from their garrison to know that their hard work is valued. The enemies of this nation never sleep, and the forces that harm and endanger innocents, whether those be the forces of conscious evildoers, slavers, terrorists, cultists, Communists and Republican extremists, or, in some cases, natural forces, earthquakes, forest fires, diseases. But as we have seen, where good beings stand ready against the Darkness, the Darkness cannot, and will not, prevail.

Around the world, this nation's security forces have brought the vengeance of the angry Gods to diverse evildoers. International terrorists, child-kidnappers, pirates and slavers have learned to know that wherever they are, wherever they may huddle and hatch their plans of darkness, they can never be certain that they are not being tracked and targeted, that even in their most secret hideouts our intelligence community does not watch their steps, and that our commandos, pilots, and submariners are even now not preparing their awful fate.

But more importantly, the world has seen our kindness. A slave in chains, a dispossessed nobleman, a hungry refugee can know that our cooks are boiling warm meals, that our soldiers wield the hammer to split their chains, and that the Army doctors are ready to tend to their injuries. The Air Force has responded to forest fires and famines in the same way it has responded to military attacks on our Free Motherland – professionally, swiftly, decisively. Combat engineers have drained malaria swamps with the same hard work and dedication with which they have been willing to dig trenches and place anti-tank mines. Our logistics services have airlifted tens of thousands of tons of food to the starving.

And when I say 'our', I mean to say, it was you who did it. Untold thousands of soldiers, airmen, sailors and marines, who labor day and night to keep the Free Motherland free, and to shield innocents throughout the world from hunger and disease, from slavery and genocide, from expropriation and class war – it is you who deserve the thanks. The infantryman who runs towards the fire, the artilleryman who trains day and night, hefting enormous shells into the guns, the logistician who goes sleepless for days to load the shipments.

On behalf of my family, on behalf of this nation, on behalf of all those who wake each morning, certain that the sky will be blue, that a tentacled horror will not rip off their doors, that their home will still belong to them – I thank all of you for your service."

And then came the answer, the roar of thousands of throats.

"Urrraaaaah! Urrraaaah! Urraaah!"

The parade, thus, was nearly over. The national anthem was sung, and the parade troops began to walk off from Liberty Lane.

The King and Queen sat back down… and it was then that their phones both buzzed. The message was brief.

EMERGENCY. PLANAR BREACH. SATAN INVADES FRANCE.

"Kakogo huya?" – King Alexander Blaken-Kazansky resorted to untranslatable profanity.

The Queen stared, her black eyes locked with her husband's brown. "Fucking really? How is this even – never mind, it's from Kalugin. He would not be sending this if it were not a real thing. Sasha, get going. To the Imperial Palace. Secure everything. Absolute lockdown of all approaches."

She turned to the Minister of War – "Get everyone. Emergency cabinet meeting, your offices. Get Kalugin, get Techno, get Archibald. Get also a Reichskamphen representative, stat. Put whatever alert carriers you have on a combat footing. Get the conventional CLARENTs on combat alert. We'll talk more in your office.

[Nazi Babakiueria]

nazi babakiuerian commandos from the No. 212 Special Shock Brigade "Boomerang Gang"

Very Very Secret Underground Research Facility
Nganbra
Capital Territory
Nazi Babakiueria

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"Farkin go already, ya daft cunts" Pemulwuy II Kurrupuwu shouted in front of a highly-trained platoon from the No. 212 Special Shock Brigade "Boomerang Gang" that consists of soem of nazi babakiueria's best commandos. "We be huntin down dem abrahamic dawgs n shiet" said the supreme chieftain. "Just travel to dah netherrealm n go scoutin n shit".

As the supercommandos salute to their adulated leader, they begin walking slowly towards the portal device. The machine activates and a portal appears, a blast of strong air explodes out of the portal, signalling that the rift in the very fabric of space-time continuum has been opened and that a wormhole has been established. the brace commandos finally walked into the portal slowly, one by one. there was 24 of them, all under the command of sargent seymour boogali, they were all equipped with the latest weaponry from foreign nations. "FO MUH BOIZ, FARK YEAH" seymour shouted with pride as his platoon cheered with adulation and zeal.

Back in the control room, the supreme chieftain sheds a tear, proud by the fact that supersoldiers were willing to sacrifice their lives for him, for their ancestors and for nazi babakiueria. "What a beauty, PASS ME THE BLOODY GOON BAG YA FARKIN DAFT CUNTS" he shouted.

[Cherubim Battalion]

(Image)

Render Unto Me

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Riyadh Arslan Capital of the Empire of Sanjar

Present Day

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(Image) Harsu I iv Sanjar
Imperial House of Sanjar
Sanjar Empire

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The throne room of the Imperial Palace was suitable for a god, lined with gold and high-tech equipment. Outside of the temple, amid the setting sun that made the ornate ziggurats and temples outside glisten gold in the sun alongside impossibly large skyscrapers, Sanjari aircraft patrolled the skies which were protected by some of the most state of the art air defense systems in the world. Even Israel could envy the power of the Sanjari Empire. The most intricate part of the temple, of course, was the grandoise throne Harsu sat upon himself, covered in gold-coated artifacts, including swords, ornate firearms, and jewels, situated behind the upper section of the throne. This gave it a sort of halo appearance, as if to furhter divinate the Emperor's already high position to his people.

Sitting in his throne, Harsu looked to the paper he held in his hand. Before him was the Minister of Defense and his cousin, Kaffir iv Sanjar, a small rat of a man who could be pushed over with a single finger.

"The Sanjari Imperial Army is in position for the Attack on Israel, your Eminence." Karduk spoke, bowing to regard his superior. "Forgive me, Your Eminence, but was it really wise to execute Prime Minister Netanyahu while you met him?"

"Bibi" Harsu questioned with a chuckle. "If he has no qualms with making deals with The Devil, then he would have no qualms in betraying us. Therefore, I will have no qualms in my killing of him." He briefly reminisced to the meeting in which Bibi attempted to get him to sign a piece of paper, to which Harsu promptly removed the Israeli PM's head from his body with a swipe of his sword. "A traitor's soul is worth nothing. He believed that I would have an ounce of mercy for him when he begged for it — he was wrong. Working with a man like him would make us less righteous in the eyes of Allah. But, I have sent him to Allah — I have done him a favor, Inshallah." He gestured to a piece of paper that he had in his hands. "And that traitor has done us a favor."

"What did he give you, your Eminence?"

"A map of Israel's infrastructure, weaknesses, the Iron Dome, and a list of the top Satanic agents who are in Israel now, courtesy of the Mossad. The IRGC Quds Forces we have under our control can easily pick away this defensive network. With a few air sorties, we can even cripple them for the conventional attack." With a grin, he gave the man his papers. "I have a photocopy for myself. I have called you here to utilize this asset I have obtained personally."

"Thank you, your Eminence," Taking the paper, Kaffir turned away, but paused. "Are you certain the gates to Hell are actually in Israel?"

"I'm certain." Harsu replied cryptically. "Allah told me in a dream that Iblīs can always run from us, but he can never truly hide and run forever. He would leave the entry to his kingdom in the very place that seems the "Holiest" in the world—the temple in Jerusalem. He has seemingly forgot that the Empire of Sanjar exists, and that we can easily plow through such a repressive dictatorial state like Israel. Perhaps I may even meet him in combat with my sword, like Gilgamesh. One day, I hope to finally rid the world of Satanism and all the other fake religions, and destroy Jesus, Iblīs, the Mormons, and everyone else myself. Our cause is right— these men are all madmen."

"Sadat!" Kaffir replied with a Sanjari salute, before leaving the throne room.

You've died for israel, Bibi... Smiling, Harsu looked to the picture of the Israeli Prime Minister that was on his computer, stroking it with a glove-covered finger.. Now... your precious "state."

Prime Enclave Jerusalem
"Netanyahu's dead. Secure the borders, ready our defenses and protect the Parliament, Temple Mount, and other vital buildings; we're sending an Assassin team to deal with these homosexuals. If all else fails, the Ark is to be unleashed, and the wrath of the Lord banish them by His own will."
"Aye, sir."

"Mr. Lancer," Ben Shapiro's high voice came once again, at a rapid pace. "If- If I would be to accompany your men to the security of the Parliament, it might raise some more morale and give us better defense. Seems only logical to me."

"Go ahead, son. Take that StG44 with you."

Arslan, Sanjar

...Hunters, being hunted, hunting the hunted hunter hunting...
I might be babbling at this point. I needed a link to the theme for this post.

"Adaptive stealth mirroring on?"
"Aye."

"No sign of radio jamming so far."

"Chrysalis on standby in case things get rough?"
"Fully operational and in the air, sir."

"Let's get moving."

Maybe fifty or so figures emerged from the underground, out of sight from all but themselves- electronic camouflage shielding them by means of visual detection of any kind, if they didn't have that on then their iconic white cloaks over silver armor and black bodysuits would reveal themselves as who they were. All carried rifles or some sort of service firearm.

"Remember- The plan is we converge on the throne room and kill that זון פון אַ הור and everyone around him before getting out, but if he decides to move we're catching him another way."
A chorus of "aye" echoes over their communications channel.

"The basics of CQC, as well, Captain."
"Aye, yes. Remember the basics of CQC, lads."

[Skyhooked]

Europe

Skyhookedian first wave of attack was fully deployed, and right now, it secured a small town near the beach, that will be used as a temporary base of operations. Due to it's size, Skyhookedian forces met very little and insignificant resistance from Luciferians, and quickly occupied it, losing a few men in the proccess. This was the first and easy part, thanks to all the chaos.

Further advancement though, gonna be a hell of a task, and will require more Skyhookedian forces.

Right now, a town and outskirts are occupied by:

Infantry:

Men-at-arms:
The 12th warband regiment.
Blue raiders regiment.
Greasy gear mechanized regiment.

Capital minutemen:
Liberty batallion.
Justice batallion.
Truth batallion.
Squad Lambda.

Kabanarian rangers:
Stag squadron.
Glukhar squadron.
Lynx squadron.
Tiger elite squadron.

Battle Bonded warriors:
Glory seekers fraternity.

Tanks:
Los Escorpiones Sting.

Meanwhile, two larger army were sent from Skyhooked to the west and north coasts of France, covered and delivered by large fleets. The plan was to quickly get to Paris, take it, remove Baphomet and hopefully end this war. Or at least deliver a crushing blow to the enemy. They will arrive pretty soon, but not as fast as the first attack wave.

South coast of France

-"Well, we made it dudes! Awesome! Ain't France lovely this time of year? That red sky, that smell of sulphur... We barely managed to make it faster than Asigna could stop us. Risky move, but it worked."-Casey James says, as he lights up another joint.

-"Thanks Aegir, we made it fast enough. Now, we have to secure and scout the area and prepare for the holdout. Our attack from the south was aimed to divert part of the enemy forces here, so armies attacking from the north and west will meet less resitance.

Spanish Asigna forces will be the biggest problem here, so I hope, that reinforcements will arrive sooner than later. If it all goes as planned, we will strike from three sides, and Paris will be our's. I hope, that I'll get to kill the Baphomet myself... after all, the fact, that Baphomet was slain by a "heathen" will make christians feel awkward... Besides, that will definitely earn me a place in Valhalla."-Bjorn of Steel says, as he sharpens his sword.

-"Now, let's try to contact the underground resistance movement dudes, that can possibly help us. Maybe we'll get some help from Italy too."

Skyhooked

So far, chaos didn't engulf Skyhookedian main island just yet. Despite the years of oppression by christian theocracy before the revolution, independent and tolerant Skyhookedians refused to heed the call of madness and massacre people on religious basis. It will take more than demons to break their free will.

Only a few isolated cases of satanist attacks reminded of the Great Luciferian-Christian War.

One of them occured near Foxstone, when fifteen satanist cultists attempted to attack a group of pagans, who were worshipping in one of the forests. Unsuspecting pagans were ambushed and half of them was shot, before they could return fire.

-"Lucifer! I offer you this fool as a sacrifice!" one of the satanists shouted, as he plunged his jagged dagger through the chest of a wounded pagan worshipper right in the middle of combat. Luckily at the same spot of the forest, a group of hunters was hunting for various animals, so they quickly arrived and quickly disposed violent cultists.

Another gruesome episode occured in New Sodom. Bishop Theodor, one of the bigger christian figures in Skyhooked, was enjoying himself in Khagan Treasury Casino, living a lavish life of luxury and gambling with large sums of money, often losing them. He was too drunk to care about them or even his enviornment. He eventually passed out, and that doomed him. He was kidnapped, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw, was a cultist in a black robe, and a jagged knife. This was the last thing he saw in his life, before he was sacrificed.

Still the fact of those attacks was pretty terrifying. Perhaps, even Skyhookedian tropical paradise is not a safe haven anymore.

[Cherubim Battalion]

New Sodom, Skyhooked

"I hate this place for every reason. It'd disgusting, really. The corruption, particularly in our own dioceses here, is staggering."
"Not even the innovative weapons and the well-brewed alcohol?"
"Well-"
"Ferdinand. 'So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun.' Ecclesiastes 8:15."
"The Devil quoted Bible scriptures, Max."
"So did the Lord God, Ferdinand."

"Well, I can't argue that God sometimes creates things entirely for us to be amused at and ridicule. Looks like He decided to make an entire country this time.
"Let's go, Ferdinand."

The two younger Hispanic men, dressed rather out-of-place with their priest's tab collars and black cossacks- one with an FG42 slung over his shoulder, the other a CETME C2, and Astra Model 400s on both of their belts- finished their tomato-and-fish sandwiches, threw away their trash, and went on towards the Skyhookedian government building- whatever its name was- and prepared to make several pertinent negotiations with their leaders.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

"Crassus, what happened? Answer!
Crassus!
Crassus!
CRASSSUSS!"

"It's not damn working!"

Trapad Naval Base, Democratic Exodian Territories

The trio hobble-walked towards the base's entrance.
Two of the trio were instantly recognizable- William Shang, the former Governor of the golden islands, and Elizabeth Shirelle, his former political rival and a lifelong friend and now spouse.
The third, being supported on both of their shoulders, was Henry "Mutt" Williams.

While much was to say about the third, it couldn't be said now.

The group was escorted into the base by Exodian military police, as they dropped the man onto a stretcher available and sent for medical treatment.

Rodriguez was stunned.
"Willy, Liz, what-"
"Are government services still available to me?" Shang asked.
"I said, wha-"
"Are government services still available to me?" He asked, daring to cut the current Governor off.

"What is it you need?"

It was at this moment Shang's face turned to an expression much less worried and much more confident.
"Guns.
Lots of guns."

[Imperiya Mani]

Samarkand
Uzbekistan Province
Manichaean Empire

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The happenings of the wider wold had not gone unnoticed by the Empire of Light. While the Empire itself had thus far proven blessedly free from demonic incursion, the apparent apocalypse could not be ignored. The Padishah, Chancellor and Yamag had gathered in the Imperial Palace at the heart of the city to debate the best course of action, and determine what role Mani's faithful were to play as the world burned. Representatives from across the Empire had gathered in the capital, from the mountains of Tianshan to the shores of the Persian Gulf. Monks mingled with Magistrates as all awaited the Padishah's declaration of action, following a great deal of debate within the Palace.

"The theological implications of the situation have proven difficult to decipher," declared Yamag Majid Zand, leader of the Manichaean Church. "But I believe it can certainly be said that these foul monsters and their human accomplices are indeed servants of the Prince of Darkness. The situation can therefore be understood as an invasion by the Enemy, an attempt to suborn the material world and all its people to gain an advantage over the Light."

"That does seem like a fair assessment," drily commented Chancellor Yusuf Khanum. "But the real question is not what they are, but what we should do about them. My Padishah, these demons are not without mortal allies, allies who I believe will prove to be far more troublesome. Combating supernatural horrors is one thing, but fighting a proper war is another. I recognise our duty as followers of the Light to combat such evil, but we must tread carefully."

"Others shall surely stand with us," argued the Yamag. "While the Christians and Muslims may have been deceived in their worship of the Most High, they can still recognise this evil, and indeed many have already moved against it. We will not be alone in this."

"We cannot just sit within our borders and pray that we shall be spared," pronounced the Padishah, who had until that moment largely contented himself with observing the conversation of the Yamag and the Chancellor. "We must take action against the enemies of the Light wherever they are to be found, and this invasion is the most blatant attack in history. We shall follow the example of our illustrious ancestor, the Sword of Light, and purify the world of Evil. We may fight against mortal foes along with the demonic hordes, but we shall inevitably triumph. No enemy, mortal or supernatural can stand against the forces of Truth and righteousness. Such is my declaration."

"If you deem it to be wise, my lord," bowed Khanum "Then it shall be done. I shall see to it that the Artesh is mobilised. I expect the enemy will attack shortly after we declare against them."

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EMPIRE OF MANI

FROM: Padishah Kamyar Khan I
TO: The Peoples of the World
ENCR: None

Greetings, defenders of righteousness, and curses upon the foul servants of the Enemy. The Empire of Light has borne witness to the calamity befalling the world, and has heard the suffering of its people. We declare, as just servants of all that is Good, that this suffering shall end. The mortal servants of the Enemy, and their creatures of darkness, shall know a terrible reckoning, and be scoured from the world in their entirety. We call upon all those that still adhere to righteous values to stand with us against the hordes of corruption and depravity, and annihilate them. To those who have sold themselves out to the Enemy, know that your doom draws near. Repent, and spare yourselves an eternity of torment at the hands of your masters, for they care nothing for you. There shall be no mercy for those who betray humanity and whore themselves out to demons, only death shall be your fate.

Padishah Kamyar Khan I, Shahanshah of Persia, Khagan of Transoxania, Warrior of Light

[Asigna]

Operation Luminous Fire - Invasion of the Polish Prussian Commonwealth

The by far will be the largest land based artillery bombardment operation that the Bayan has ever conducted in its history, even larger than the one conducted during the conquest of Arawiya. Millions of personnel would be involved in this operation from combat to logistics. Everybody has already rehearsed and prepared themselves for this glorious hour since the fantastic victories against the more advanced nation of Bartilia has reinvigorated the morale of the fighters siding the Greater Philippine Bayan.

Various units stationed themselves 30 minutes before any sort of attack even begun, this coordination was deemed vital for the element of surprise to be achieved.

"We have the entire Commonwealth forces within our eyes, the elimination of the vital targets would be necessary before the advance. But due to the speed our mobile units would be going to, everything would be basically happening simultaneously." Said Kapitan Gutierez as he briefed a MH company in a makeshift encampment just 14 kilometers south of the border well beyond the visual horizon of the southernmost enemy positions. "We have a different objective ourselves while the main spearheads do their work." The young Kapitan grasped his time piece and verified it, there was only 5 minutes left.

"Maliwanag, all will be according to plan." Affirmed of his men as they begun to gear up. The Kapitan verified his piece, 3 minutes left.

It was 2 minutes left when the low frequency horn begun to sound. Everyone was already ready, the delta trucks were already loaded up with all the men and equipment necessary for their little operation which was to take place as soon as the main attack had begun.

"There goes the alarm... let us begin." The Kapitan whispered and seconds later, jets zoomed overhead, it was the AP-9 Ultras.

"Objective acquired bearing Nine, Zero, targets bearing one, three, five, speed determined to be slow moving and 14 kilometers from unit position." Someone announced as they manned the guns and self propelled artillery. "Preparing to dot foe targs." The gunners said before they flicked switches and triggers.

Within the same hour that bombs began falling on the PPC from the titanic air war initiated by the Hukwid (Aerial Forces), cannons began erupting and rocket artillery began shooting their missiles into the air. The collective sound of guns and rocketry roared throughout the darkness of the early morning and everyone within a good distance of these artillery was surely deafened. Onlookers would see the missiles and the ballistics lighting up the night sky as sprays of fire blanketed the border zones of the newly conquered territory and the enemy Commonwealth. Targets were determined by the operations of Airborne Ground Surveillance units spearheaded by high flying Northrop Grumman E-8 Joint STARS and the attacking AP-9 Ultras which were already piercing deep within enemy lines to strike targets using surgical attacks. Targets were determined to be tanks, high concentrations of infantry and military vehicles, supply trucks, suspected depots judging by the activity that was going on around those installations, Artillery pieces and anything else that had an emission. This massive barrage was to work in conjunction with the airstrikes that were being initiated from the air. This will ensure a greater chance of overkill and hence guarantee the degradation of the enemy's fighting capacity. Any civilian facility deemed vital to the populace but was also deemed to be usable by the enemy such as railway and bridges were also targeted as much as technically possible by the Artillery attack and the air forces above would be working in conjunction with them to achieve this task of destroying this infrastructure. The pounding will be relentless as it will be from both above and from the ground and all the while, the Ground infantry made their move.

Legends
Yellow Bolts - Airstrikes
Yellow - Hispanya Armies
Blue - Colishi Armies
Green - Kapitalia Armies

The ground infantry wasted no time as the bulk of the kors advanced. Special action platoons speedily and silently zoomed into their positions with their motorized tricycles and bikes. They quickly dispersed from their vehicles and split from their 37 man strong platoon into 3 fireteams of roughly 11-13 men and from there they would fight their way to the checkpoints which may be bombed out by the air attacks by now and into the local town halls where they would capture the local civilian administration and install military administration offices to seize control of local villages. Their mission was also to dispatch the presence of police and other armed local personnel and pave the way for a smoother advance by the main attack. This was by far the riskiest positions ever but they were prepared to do armed evacuations by calling out helicopters for fast extraction and blow up the buildings which they were occupying.

Shielded by heavy artillery fire, armored columns made their move concentrating their fire on positions determined to be concentrations of enemy units as determined by ongoing reconnaisance operations. They would keep moving forward when none but still armed and vigilant until reports come in that fire support is necessary. Tank columns would act as one sword, one strike, each firing as one to ensure that they could deliver a unified and devastating harmonious blow upon their target. The Pascual tanks (PT-2.5) had a range of roughly ten kilometers and a rate of fire of 10 rounds per minute. Being constantly fed information from other units due to the guardian system ensured that tank columns knew exactly what was in front of them without the need for their sensors to actually be in range of what they were looking at. Total battlefield awareness was ensured for all mobile units.

Overall three powerful attacks were made, all were attacks designed to secure industrial cities and at the same time pincer massive concentrations of manpower. Army group A was to secure the Frankfurter-Ruhr industrial area, the single largest concentration of industries in the Commonwealth, Army group B was to advance to Berlin and aim for the Northern coast to slice the Commonwealth between Prussia and Poland and Army Group C was to slice to the the Krakow district, the main industrial region of the commonwealth's eastern region and afterwards secure Warsaw. A good total of close to a million men were involved in this grand scale attack.

Meanwhile in Southern France

Back in Barcelona, the high command has received reports that Skyhooked has deployed to the Southern France, threatening their ally and the overall war effort. The young Heneral smirked because as soon as the fleet of Skyhooked entered within AWAC detection range, it would only take a few minutes for the Bayan's integrated defense forces to finish the job. Boeing 737 AEW&Cs, which operate easily beyond the enemy's SAM range with their more than 500 km radar range and operational height, working closely with RORSATs (which occasionally tracked the AWAC detected enemy ships from above from medium earth orbit) quickly worked to triangulate the location of the Skyhooked naval assets immediately determining that the enemy had a decent naval task force that the Henerals speculated was more for naval interdiction operations rather than actual invasion. While it was not classified as a true threat, still, to let this fleet harass the bayan was an affront to national honor, therefore, it must be destroyed.

In Barcelona airbase, Brigadier Heneral Francisco Baltazar was commanding the whole thing closely being the commander of the Philippine airforce or Hukwid of the Western Sector. He worked closely with the radar and communications operators of the Hispanyola Air Corps so clearly he was firsthand witness of this battle if not upclose and personal, via his eyes on the battlefield, the recon forces. The airbase he presided over was built in the same manner most, if not, all of the bases of the bayan were constructed, underground and heavily integrated with the grand network of underground tunnels that stretched all throughout Spain. While the bases had a significant surface infrastructure, much of the critical functions such as command, communications and storage were happening below in the underground sections where the personnel lay perfectly protected as they were perfectly fortified and pressurized constantly by an elaborate ventilation system to push out unwanted gasses out of the base's critical sections hence nullifying the effects of a possible chemical or thermobaric attack. It also contained hardened electronics so that it wouldn't be disabled in the event of an EMP attack while alternating layers of concrete and metal wrapped much of the bases to make them withstand bunker busters or any other precision guided munitions (PGMs) attacks of even less caliber. While there was activity above, much of the activity lay below such as the Heneral and his entourage coordinating the defense of the north from their fortified war room. The Heneral, along with the rest of the country, had been training to prepare, as with other forces in the rest of the nation for the event of total war so it was only understandable for him that he needs to take long hour shifts along with his men that sometimes would ruin their sleeping patterns. This meant that the Brigadier Heneral and his crew did not have the best looks because of the bags that started to become more evident in their eyes. Normally, people would object to living this kind of lifestyle, the culture of a garrison state when the threat of war wasn't obvious but over the long period the militaristic life had started to grow on them. Not knowing any better, none of them dare to object.

"Sights on direk geo pass 12 to 1 alas." A voice declared in the radio. It was one of the radiomen from the AWACs.

"Don. Ensure no compromise recon team. Copy?" The Heneral answered before yawning. He took a sip in his coffee to ensure that he won't fall asleep, as much as he wants to, while the enemy is still out there. His droopy eyes tried to observe the situation on the screens of the technicians as much as possible and his foot tapped the ground constantly to keep himself alert. He had done this so much he was becoming good at keeping himself awake even without the need of coffee. The caffeine was just there for assurance.

"Copy. Will ensure no compromise. Recon team will inform updates over time." The voice answered.

"Don recon team. Manual updates only when necessary. Electronic updates will keep us busy." Another officer commanded as the Brigadier Heneral took his seat.

"Don, home team. Will request base strikes when necessary. Copy?"

"Copy recon team. Over and out." The officer said.

"Will ensure attack on longest parallel path array." The voice call screen finally disappeared as the overworld map of the battlefield provided by the AWAC was displayed once more as the default screen.

The enemy has been detected but the Hukbo had to make sure that the Bayan's forces would not even be detected by the enemy with what they have. The bayan cannot afford to reveal itself immediately to make sure that the Skyhooked fleet will have a sense of security that will bring their guard down. Surprise will be their weapon so the High command had ordered that no navy vessel should make any attempt to intercept the incoming enemy fleet, that would mean that whatever was coming for them would remain beyond the horizon, hence out of sight from their perspective. 4 Sukhoi Su-30MKMs went straight into the direction of the enemy vessels utilizing heights near the limit of their operation ceiling. These Su-30s were modified to replicate the function of their American counterparts, the F-18 Growlers which are primarily used for electronic warfare functions. They shall be the vanguards of the storm that shall come for the enemy as they shall initiate DRFM jamming that will cause the enemy to see a wide variety of fake targets as their own frequencies are being turned against them. THe Su-30s put to themselves an added bonus of making their formation as arbitrary as possible moving in a variety of directions and operating in various heights which they would quickly shift in a short amount of time while staying close enough so their jamming will overlap hence putting the enemy in the position where it will be difficult, if not, impossible for them to determine the true direction of the jamming's source. At the same time, a sweep jamming was employed by ELINT satellite and by the Su-30s that targeted all the possible frequency bands the enemy would use for their communication sending them a message that was aimed to bring chills into the hearts of the of those Christcucks who dared attack this war effort by the Luciferian coalition.

"BLESSED BE THE NAME OF HEAVEN AND HIS SALVATION THROUGH THE LIGHTBRINGER FOR HIS ENEMIES SHALL BE THRUST BENEATH THE FEET OF HIS ANGELS IN THE COMING STRUGGLE THAT WILL RESCUE ALL OF MANKIND. HIS MESSAGE IS COMMISIONED TO SPREAD ACROSS ALL THE CORNERS OF THE EARTH TO MAKE FOES OF THE CAMP OF HEAVEN AND HIS MESSENGER, DOMER ELUIDE, THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN, TO TREMBLE BEFORE HIM. ! MABUHAY!

CAST ASIDE YOUR WORRIES AND EMBRACE THE SALVATION THAT IS DELIVERED BY THE SACRIFICE OF THE LIGHTBRINGER AND SAVIOR OR TORMENT IN OBLIVION WHERE THE LIKES OF THOU BELONG. MABUHAY!"

Meanwhile, in the base, the Grey blue triangular hunks of the AP-9s soon made its way into the sky and went at mach 2, just at half of its operational height. As soon as the Ultra enters within 200 kilometers of the enemy ships, they would let loose 2 AGM-84D Harpoons which would be guided at first by passive radar guidance and then utilize IIR guidance as soon as the ships enter within visual detection range of the missile. With a total of 20 Ultras coming for them, 40 Harpoons shall strike the enemy intruder. With the missiles being divided for each ship. If 4 Harpoons won't be enough, meanwhile, also from beneath the enemy's visual horizon were the land based Saigant launchers of the Hukbo forces which were waiting to claim the next kill for these missiles which the Bayan prides in so much. Dark conical missiles rested in their launchers before they took off and cruised at the sea silently at a subsonic speed hence making them virtually undetectable while at this initial cruising phase before entering before into their terminal phase where they will accelerate at mach 4, colliding at the most direct path; straight into the enemy thus eliminating unneeded time that might give the enemy time to respond with their point defense systems, that is, if they can still use their targeting radars with all the electronic storm produced by the electronic warfare aircraft buzzing around them. The Saigants, upon impact, would impart tremendous kinetic energy with the force of its collision alone ensuring that the ship would fracture, break and shatter out of commission. Couple that destruction with more than a 100 kilograms of high explosives that would ensure there will be no survivors. 3 Saigants shall come for every ship. Lance of Longinuses that shall strike into the godless foes who dare interrupt the holy crusade of the bayan against the degeneracy that tried to dishonor it and reverse the holy struggle that the Luciferian coalition has launched.

God willing, the enemy will be defeated.

[Skyhooked]

Operation - Burnt Baguette - Invasion on France: first problems.

In South France, raiding party was doing pretty good so far. They managed to occupy a few more towns and villages, however, it wasn't as good for two bigger fleets, that came with larger invading armies on boards. Those two armies were called "Vikings of Thor" and "Raving Corsairs". "Vikings of Thor" would attack from the north, while "Raving Corsairs" hit the western coast and attempt to block passages at Pyrenees and make maneuvers of Asigna forces at this region more problematic. If they make it... Looks like satanists have invoked Skyhookedian ire.

Armies and fleets, sent to north and west were much bigger than that, attacking south of France:

"Vikings of Thor" and "Raving Corsairs" fleets:

28 Swordfish class corvettes
14 Coral class destroyers
9 Doge class frigates
8 Voodoo Shark class cruisers.
4 Krasnaya Zvezda cruisers. (With 7 "Hell of a firework" class nuclear cruise missiles each. They are not too powerful, but still can be nasty.)
5 Aurora Borealis class battleships.
1 Poseidon class dreadnought (Pretty badass and has 3 "Hell of a firework" class cruiser nuclear missiles).
7 Sardine class attack submarines.
2 Air carriers.
Plus many transport ships, that carry a large army. (Thier ORBAT will be provided, when they finally make it, and it will depend on how much damage proud bayan of Asigna manages to cause.)

The fleets were in the midway to France and about to split up, when they met resistance from Asigna and got hit by a heavy aerial attack. While Skyhookedian tech was resistant to EMP and other kinds of tampering, the disruptions still took them by surprise, while the message from ELINT satellite slightly surprised them and interrupted their attempt to report this to the main part of the fleet. Psychological effect wasn't pretty strong though... it was more of an annoyance, than terror.

Skyhookedians decided to respond to this message:

"Howdy... oh... I mean... Mabuhay! Well, the last DJ was a total nutjob. He talked about some angelsso we replaced him! Now, proud soldiers and sailors of Philippino... ummm... accordion... oh, right, bayan! Listen. We are the drunkards of Skyhooked, we send ya' this message, we launched at many frequencies. Oh, right pal, I should focus. Attention! We came for Macron's and his minions asses, not your! Although your's should be flogged too for recent misbehaviour... Cease your fire, and we won't turn your pretty coast with all those missile launchers into a total mess of rocks and metal. Yes, yes! Ya' better listen!

If ya' turn your coats and join Skyhooked in it's crusade for freedom, justice and good booze, we gonna give ya' food, medicine, beer, cannabis and LSD. What do ya' say, bayan mates? Asigna won't give a shit about comfort and pleasure, cuz it's politicans have bloated ambitions and pockets too. Those are not worthy of such fine men as you, better come to Skyhooked."

As for the fleet, thanks to the Electronic counter-countermeasures technologies, it's point defense systems, despite having reduced efficiency, still protected ships against part of the incoming projectiles together with fake targets, that despite being no too effective, still managed to divert a few Harpoons. Most Harpoon missiles couldn't reach their targets, but some did, and that was pretty nasty. One frigate was shattered and basically shattered in half, becoming a new Titanic, while four corvettes, two destroyers and a frigate were damaged, yet still able to carry on their mission, although not as effectively.

Dark conic missiles were far harder to hit, due to being extremely fast at terminal phase. Point defense systems could hit such missiles too though, but in many cases, with luck involved so not all reached their targets too. Evasive maneuvers, helped too, but only very slightly, because of missile speed. Probably saving one or two corvettes. Those, that did reach the destination, caused colossal damages to the fleet, hitting and severely damaging 3 frigates, 12 corvettes, 6 destroyers, 5 cruisers, 3 battleships, a dreadnaught, and rendering one third of the aircraft at one of the air carriers unusalbe. From sustained damages, 8 corvettes, 2 cruisers, battleship and 5 destroyers either sunk or became totally useless as military ships.

Transport ships were slightly behind, so only a few of them recieved damage. But the invading army was still slightly weakened.

Other ships took damages too.

However, during all that chaos and madness, before sustaining severe damage, Skyhookedian fleet retalitated with firing many "Sting" supersonic cruiser missiles at confirmed locations of land bases and missile launchers of Asigna together with many fake targets, that hopefully would overwhelm enemy defense systems, together with those missiles, both air carriers have deployed the fighters against AP-9s.

Afterwards, the remaining ships splitted, but stayed close enough to cover eachother and continued firing at the targets they could find. Losses are heavy, so if enemy coast defense systems are still intact, fleets will have to pick another, safer route.

New Sodom, Skyhooked

"I hate this place for every reason. It'd disgusting, really. The corruption, particularly in our own dioceses here, is staggering."
"Not even the innovative weapons and the well-brewed alcohol?"
"Well-"
"Ferdinand. 'So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun.' Ecclesiastes 8:15."
"The Devil quoted Bible scriptures, Max."
"So did the Lord God, Ferdinand."

"Well, I can't argue that God sometimes creates things entirely for us to be amused at and ridicule. Looks like He decided to make an entire country this time.
"Let's go, Ferdinand."

The two younger Hispanic men, dressed rather out-of-place with their priest's tab collars and black cossacks- one with an FG42 slung over his shoulder, the other a CETME C2, and Astra Model 400s on both of their belts- finished their tomato-and-fish sandwiches, threw away their trash, and went on towards the Skyhookedian government building- whatever its name was- and prepared to make several pertinent negotiations with their leaders.

Major of New Sodom came out of the beautiful and magnificently built town hall, that looked extremely rich. Just like all other administrative buildings at Superbia (Pride) district in New Sodom - a city with seven large districts named after seven deadly sins.

He told the hispanic pair: "Greetings. I am Tyler Hudson, mayor of New Sodom. While my city is a jewel of Skyhooked, it's not the capital, and no one from the ruling Council is here right now. However, I can call them. Here, Stan Dixon recieved my call, you may speak now."

[Imperium Texanum]

TED CRUZ RENOUNCES SATANISM

San Antonio (AP) — In a televised address to the people of Texas, Ted Cruz announced that he had renounced Satanism and discovered a new path in Buddhism. He also said he would be willing to discuss a peace treaty with Greg Abbott. This effectively ends the Satanic Texan Empire, and begins anew the Buddhist Texan Empire. Ted Cruz has declared himself "Siddhartha II" and claimed he can help all Texans reach Nirvana. This procludes a potential siege of Houston, instead allowing room for peace talks.

[Allanea]

Office of the Minister of War, Emergency Cabinet Meeting on the Demon Crisis

The briefing room held some of the most senior members of Allanea's leadership. Queen Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky was here, as was the Minister of War, Baroness Priscilla Stossel-Conde. Also present were Maverick Monningham in his grey suit. Reijiro Techno, the Director of DREAD, had emerged from his underground bunker for this meeting, and General Kalugin, of OAS, had come over from his office. Her fingers steepled under her chin, Queen Cassiopeia surveilled the room.

"What do we know, Pris?"

"I know the same things that you know. France, Germany is no more. Asigna has sworn allegiance to the demons."

"Asigna? The living fuck? Do they just know no fucking bottom? Nevermind, its Asigna. I expect nothing. "

"It's not clear what is happening in this particular Texas." – said Priscilla.

The world, Allanean scientists knew well, was a fractal multiverse. They had met multiple countries called the "United States of America", with their capitals in Washington D.C., a variety of Russias, multiple Germanies and even several Gondors and Shires. Trying to think too hard of how it worked made the average person somewhat queasy.

"What do you mean?"

"Their leader, a Ted Cruz if you will, had apparently declared for the demons, and then reneged on it and became a Buddhist."

"….okay." – said Cassiopeia. "Moving on."

"Yes. France is being swiftly overrun by the demons and their cults. We've contacted several universities for potential explanations. Reijiro?"

Director Techno sighed, straightening out his light-blue business suit. "We've talked to Professors Mechem and Lixunomei at Concord, and Professor Tinns at Miskatonic. The consensus appears to be that an ancient cathedral in the center of Paris served as some kind of trigger event… either the fire was the center of Luciferan ritual of some kind, or, possibly, the cathedral served as a seal on a pre-existing portal. Either way, once the portal opened, demons began spewing forth into the Prime Material plane."

"Satellite reconnaissance estimates approximately two corps' worth of demonic entities." – said Kalugin. "About two hundred thousand individual demons, that is. And…"

"Two hundred thousand demons." – said Cassiopeia in pure disbelief. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No, no. This is not the worst part. The worst part is that Beelzebub's forces have proven capable of turning the residents into some kind of animal-like monsters."

"Is this a French Revolution joke? Because if it is, it's not funny."

"No, I mean literally. Covered in fur, completely evil, rape and kill all in their path."

"The upside," – said Monningham, "is that Skyhooked is now fighting the Asignans. It's not going super-well for them, but at the minimum they are keeping them occupied."

"So far so good." – Cassiopeia said. "Okay, here's what we need. First of all, this France… it has strategic weapons, yes?"

"Yes."

"Pris. I want you to put together a plan to attack France's strategic assets. We can't let the demons have them. Moreover, I want you to put… let's say, twelve submarines into the East Atlantic. Rout them away from the training patrols. Two more boats in the Northern Ocean. Keep them quiet for now. Observation missions only. These are to be entirely separate from whatever assets you commit from the strikes on France."

"Yes." – the Minister of War nodded.

"Maverick." – she turned to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. "I want you to contact… whatever passes for Britain's government. Offer them assistance. Make sure however they seal off everything. Have a demonology expert sent to Whitehall if need be. And keep an eye on the Skyhooked situation."

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty."

"Techno. Have your people make ready whatever special weapons they have for this circumstance."

"On it. Also my people are working with Concord on some instructions for any ground forces we will end up sending."

"Hopefully we won't." – said Cassiopeia, not believing her own words. "Keep me abreast of any progress you have. "

She got up. "To work, people."