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

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC: I will copy the format just for easement's sakes.

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Maynila, Pilipinas and Malaya
Darius the II "Bakunawa of Death" Soliman - Above the Malacanyang Palace
April 20th, 2019 AD

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"The path to hell is the path to paradise." - Dante Alighieri

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Darius looked upon the work of his ancestors and those who had reigned over the course of Filipino and Malayan history and he discreetly smirked as he flew to "heavens". He ascended to the heavens and the sky gradually turned redder and redder as he called upon his powers and his minions from the depths of hell. He called upon all the seven sins to give him power and enter his body. He looked down upon his beloved city and eyed out all the places of worship of those filthy Christians. The Spanish and French introduced this filth to the land and now was time to cleanse it.

The sky was now full of the minions of hell that could fly and they helped Darius search for the Christians. They burned those who refused to convert to Satanism and they violently quashed any sort of rebellion. Houses were burning, as the demons pillaged and killed, gleefully as they did it. All that attempted to take refuge in the only places of solace that they knew as the church were melted or ripped to shreds along with churches in a style comparable to the burning of the Notre-Dame. All was going well. They accepted all that converted and they lived comfortable lives with as much sin as they could possibly desire. All that were reluctant to do so was turned into slaves or human sacrifices to appease the ever-conquering Lord of the Underworld.

It was now happening.

"I command half of thee to go forward to purge the ungrateful government of Yuyencia. Kill those who dare stand up against our overlord Satan in any sort of fashion as you please. The others that refuse to convert yet do not stand against you, take them as slaves to forever toil away. Those that convert, thou must accept them, for they have seen their failure of ways. Treat them like thou treated those that converted here. The other half, I commandeth thee to go forth with me to Singapore after we get past Batangas, half of thou will leave our group and open thy gates of hell in Cebu and Davao and spread like the bubonic plague across the countrysides. Do the same as you did here. Onwards!", Soliman delivered.

"Onwards!", the hellspawn responded with the same rousing tone of Soliman.

[Vanquaria]

"Your Move"

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Minsk. A city rich with history, its metropolitan area had an estimated populace of 1.9 million people. Minsk had always been a Christian city. It was an important part of Eastern Orthodox history, a place of worship for multitudes of Orthodox Christians. But today, Minsk burnt in the fires of Azazel, the Unclean Bird.

A great ditch was being dug around the outskirts of the city. The people digging the ditch were all males. Men and boys. Each one of them was naked and dirt stained their pale skin. An odor hung off them. An odor of death.

They dug slowly. But, their fates had already been determined and there was nothing they could do to stop it. A particularly portly boy started crying. His name was Lamoni and he was a faggot. Well, at least, that was what his sisters said, as they leaped into the arms of the 6 foot Aryan SS men and proclaimed their allegiance to the Men of Vanquaria.

He suddenly stopped crying.

And fell face-first into the ditch.

Silence followed. Then an abrupt cry broke the temporary quiet.

"HEIL!"

"HEIL! HEIL! HEIL!"

Automatic gunfire rocked the city.

[Goetlands]

The [Satanic] Republic of Goet[ia]land has initiated its grand military, political, and economic operation known as "Huangchi II", named after the famous ancient 'Meeting at Huangchi' during the Spring and Autumn Period where the ancient Wu state under the brilliant guidance of king Fuchai and carrying with it its Gnon-given strength rose to become a true hegemon simply by scaring every attendant to the congress into submission with its mighty army. However, the name given was a misnomer and red herring with regards to the methods employed to achieve the means, indeed only the results and objectives were those in common with the historical event. In the modern day, as the folly of unprudent rulers and impotent peoples grow ever more robust and difficult to smash, the only force capable of resolving the obstacles they posed to the institution of righteous order was a brute one.

While Goet[ia]land's embrace of Satanism was sudden, abrupt, and entirely unexpected, [not to mention making no sense at all], its ambitions behind this massive action was not. For a long time the Wuyue region even with its superior administration and powerful manipulation of the forces of Techno-capital singularity had to compete with less enlightened or intelligent rivals in its area, which it due to the need to maintain the pretense of liberal international relations civility (more like phoneyness) could not resolve most efficiently and least time-wastingly. Now the chaos unfolding across the world offered a window of opportunity. However, soon it may prove that the practical considerations behind an upcoming campaign of mass omnicide and desolation would be subsumed under its idealistic and religious impulses as Satanism substantially permeates Goet[ia]land.

Goet[ia]landers hated the Jianghuai people more than anyone else. Their use of an ugly dialect of Mandarin Chinese not withstanding, they had in fact been behind most of the economic machinery that sustained exploitative power structures that came at expense of Goet[ia]land. Moreover they were simply an unpleasantly adjacent neighbor whose lack of far-sighted intelligence put them into ill-willed territorial disputes on numerous occasions, and even the support of Shanghai/Zaanhe independence movements, in order to undermine Goet[ia]land's political and economic position. The Jianghuai people however were more despised than Henanese immigrants or those identity-less Hokkiens because unfortunately they did possess some degree of shrewd judgement, making them comparable and thus extremely dangerous competitors. This was reflected in the economic prosperity of Chianghuelia, the Jianghuai nation-state, as well as its well-made abroad political connections.

The time has come for Goet[ia]land to eliminate for good this despicable opponent. However, the primary regional rival of Chianghuelia was as much as a 'target', as every single other nation on the eastern Chinese seaboard...

In a delightfully devilish if absolutely immoral plan, the Satanic impulses were to obliterate the economically developed and politically independent competitors of the eastern coast. The original design for attaining macro-regional dominance if it existed at all never made provisions for this. The seemingly ironic embrace of Satanism was in fact genuine, and the transformation of the minds of Goet[ia]land as they harness the Prince's powers was trickling out, making itself soon to be known.

An army that renders unto itself Hell will lay a road of brimstone north that shall end most bloodily in Yuyencia, appropriately to conclude with the mass extermination of the brainfucked backwater village "Catholics" more heretical than Pope Francis commenting on social issues in an utterly unspeakable ritual. The blinding yoke of the Demiurge will be wiped out completely. Goet[ia]land would be the only thing left standing for a radius of thousands of kilometers.

HUANGCHI II
EPISODE I
NANKING II "NANKING"

"FUCK JIANG ZEMIN FUCK ZHOU ENLAI, JIANGSU WILL TASTE ANNIHILATION" yelled the insane commander feasting on a woman's body literally [graphic r-18]

Goet[ia]land's massive network of artillery batteries laid along the lower Yangtze coast that were completely inert, untouched, and disguised to the point of no one knowing of their existence was activated in an instant by a blockchain command and control system that ensured security and flexibility of the Goet[ia]lander military. In an instant hundreds of howitzers, field guns, and rocket artillery launchers revealed themselves, then revealed the foolish Jianghuai scum the image of death.

Advanced strategic intel that used Snap Map to find every single military installation allowed precise attacks to completely disable any response capability by the Jianghuai military in a matter of minutes. Then the fun began.

Massive indiscriminate shelling which also employed chemical and biological weapons obliterated anything man-made for a distance of 50 kilometers from the lower Yangtze shore on the Chianghuelian side. A fifth of the entire Jianghuai population was wiped out in one hour as a bombardment so massive tremors could be felt even from Japan blanketed the northern shore with fire. Another fifth would perish in the ensuing events but that's a later story.

The only area that Goet[ia]land was immediately adjacent to but not annihilated was the Jianghuai exclave on the Goet[ia]lander side of the Yangtze shore, which was the city of Jiangning (Nanjing), not entirely Jianghuai but divided to them anyway as its awkward demographic composition made the Goet[ia]landers decide it was better to do without. After the first massive barrage the city's defences scrambled but they would be of little use, the Jianghuai infrastructure on the other side of the river totally consigned to oblivion to allow reinforcements. The second hour of mass bombardment was mostly indiscriminate conventional artillery deployment with rusting outdated shells that needed to be cleared from depots anyway, causing 25% of Jiangning city's population to be killed as their densely concentrated neighborhoods were easy targets for Goetlander guns.

Make no mistake, while democide was a priority, care was taken to annihilate the decrepit city's infrastructure too, and of course military presence inside it. The 'appropriate response' would leave only 10 buildings higher than 20 meters standing in the whole city only to serve as navigation signs or artillery guidance reference points. A barrage of high explosives and cholera rendered the water supply gone for good, although the electricity supply was just taken out with graphite bombs if any survived.

the crazy satanic goetlander army ran into Jiangning killing every human being they see that they dont recognize as their own

the population was quartered in a day

this was the beginning of a "do what thou wilt" policy that would make satanism pervade goetland... in action and thought, as great philosopher Wang Shouren said...

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A large pocket of Henanese were found somehow unscathed. This struck the Goetlanders with horror, they ordered another full-forced artillery barrage that now turned those pigheads into body part assemblies.

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NBC-protected Goetlander combined arms forces rolled north after crossing the shallow and gentle lower Yangtze with relative ease, and found themselves in a true no man's land, any survivor was in a horrifying state and barely human such that they stopped to survive whenever any Goetlander saw them. Such was the fate of the Jianghuai people, their downfall very much deserved. The government of Chianghuelia had, needless to say, been vaporized in the attack. Units communicating via a blockchain based protocol coordinated steady advancements north, casually occupying territory with no resistance, and pockets of armed Jianghuai survivors of any affiliation were terrified enough to immediately surrender, only to be cut down the moment said capitulation was 'accepted'. On the first day of Huangchi II 20 million people had been killed in a hopefully powerful enough sacrifice to Satan.

Churches, if any were left, were flattened quickly by the firepower the average Goetlander mechanized division had and any survivors brutally murdered.

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Also the Hokkien had not been forgotten. After trying to invade Wenzhou unsuccessfully over a Twitter flamewar, their end would be observed soon.

The Wenzhounese were called devils for their exotic language but now they became actual demons. After blockchain controlled artillery also obliterated the Hokkien border (almost the exact moment the offensive into Jiangsu began) and a multi-handle cyberattack took down Hokkien infrastructural systems for a good while, the divisions on the border made entirely of Wenzhou natives attacked with unimaginable ferocity fuelled by channeling Netheral powers. Besides highly organized tactical actions that quickly bypassed, encircled and destroyed their opponents in the mountainous border, them speaking their dialect had managed to directly open portals to Hell unleashing unimaginable powers vaporizing Hokkien resistance.

Deprived of the need for food and water by demonic possession, the Goetlander offensive slaugheted every Hokkien it encountered while rolling on to Hokchew (Fuzhou).

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Finally in a bizarre press conference where ritual chants were mixed with Perturbator remixes and Joji tracks the Goetland government issued a statement warning Yuyencia of its pending annihilation.

[Goetlands]

80 million it workers who died from 996 work schedule were revived by goetland necromancer and sent to philippines as reinforcement to our allies

[Nazi Basurian Empire]

Liu Zhongjing II "Alfred Rosenberg" vehemently opposes Satanism

Nazi Basurian Empire will exterminate all Satanists, Satanist groups are already being rounded up by order of military government of Liu Xiang II "Hitler"

They are stoned to death to deny honorable death

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Atkemri

"What sort of degeneracy are we looking at in the planet right now?" Wells spoke while taking a drink of his recently imported wine. The satanists rising throughout the planet was a stressful situation and since these states didn't seem the most peaceful Wells had to find a way to explain he was about to declare war on a religion. One of his secretaries pushed forward a ledger showing the areas effected by the satanist threat. Upon reading it Wells put his hands on to his table and groaned loudly. "Mr.Wells what would you have us do? The people are getting unnerved."

Wells turnt to the secretary with a note.

"The state of Atkemri is officially at war with all satanist movements

The message would be sent throughout the world to spread fear in the hearts of the satanist. The military would be shortly mobilized and then the real war could begin. Meanwhile in other places of the world, deep underground a new front would emerge.....

ASP Europe Site 7-D

Panic was the only word that could accurately describes the current state of the ASP Foundation. Demons we're pouring out of France and others (of unkown and equally anomalous nature) we're joining them. He'll was being let loose on the world and for the first few hours the ASP did nothing, but in Ireland that would change. Site 7-D was fairly large, though not nearly as big as others such as the main one located in Atkemri, but was known throughout the anomalous world for one thing. It held ASP 009 Sir Tristan The Crusader. Of course ASP 009 had been foaming at the mouth (metaphorically at least,it didn't have a mouth that anyone could see) about the forces of Satan attacking a historically Catholic country and with this there was really only one course of action to save as many of the Anomalous Strike Teams as possible.

Dr.Kelly approached the containment cell with caution. He had been a devout Catholic for his whole life, but still feared the thought of coming this close to 009. Most of his encounters with it were behind a protective, one-way mirror, but to preserve normalcy he had to open the cell. Multiple Anomalous Strike Teams were present behind him to ensure 009 didn't go out of control, but even they were scared. They had heard the stories of what this thing could do to a human if they were seen as a "heretic" in his eyes.

Dr.Kelly finally pressed the button to open the cell. "009? The Foundation needs your "talents" for something big." The 6'4 suit of armor marched forward closing the Bible he had asked for when he had been first captured. It was still in pristine condition despite about 31 years of captivity. Sir Tristan had enjoyed it though. The Catholic test subjects were always so nice to talk to and the doctors questions were so interesting. The only thing that annoyed him is that every doctor called him an it. It was really quite annoying after 31 years of asking to be called he, but that was aside the point. There were infidels of the worst kind spreading quickly. He had only delt with a few Satanists in his lifetime and he made sure to send them to their supposed "master" as fast as he could. Obviously he didn't get enough of them. Turning to Dr.Kelly he put his metal hand on the Dr's shoulder "I know brother. I may have.... issues with how your foundation deals with the employment of infidels, but this cannot allow this. I will get my sword and get on one of your metal birds."

009 walked through the strike teams pushing them aside to the armoury. He suddenly stopped and began looking behind him. There was a Agnostic in the crowd. Tristan moved them aside and picked him up by the neck. "Apostate! Today you shall be allowed to live until the satanists are delt with. By that time if you do not believe in the True Christan God under the leadership of Pope Francis I will send you to the same place I send them. Remember this as you fight heretical scum." With that 009 walked off to grab his sword.

The Crusade had just begun.

Rodriguez, now situated in the interior of the base, Crenshaw and the respective men's staff over his shoulder, composed an audio call to Wells and the Atkemrians, all whilst having a few sips of high-caffeine expresso and rosehip tea.

~*Message has started. You can play back anytime with the scrubber.*~
Senor Presidente, I assure you're well-in good health? Excuse me.
I acknowledge, myself being a member of Exodia's Progressive Party, we do have our differences, but in the end we are still both men of God, men of truth, men of goodness. I remember how warm relations were between our nations during the term of my good friend, Mr. Shang.
I'm writing this message as a sign of goodwill, not just between our nations, but between our nations' defenders, the Cherubim Battalion, Outer Heaven, the ABSD and the ASP, in all the like. While a few of my staff in that department, such as the honourable General Reissen, still respond negatively to your... borrowing of our top operatives, Emmanuel preached forgiveness, did He not?
I encourage a fast response to this- Sergeant Alcono and Corporal Jansa, through their refuge in the Cherubim Battalion's European enclaves, are ready to take action, and I plan to mobilize a strike force to assist the Americans in retaking Texas and the Southern states from these bastards.
In addition, I have the legend himself, Big Boss, behind me. He wants to speak as well.

Mr. President- Kept you waiting, huh?
I, too, would like to proclaim my own message of goodwill. My good men in Zanzibar and South Africa, as well as the Seychelles, are on standby and willing to assist if you'd like. God is with us- we have angels this time in Outer Heaven.

*~Message has ended. Play again?~*

Somewhere in the Czech Republic
Prague Enclave, Cherubim Battalion

A young Peltast in the service of the Battalion opened to door a crack to the Exodians' quarters, laying a holographic device on a table.
"Call from your headquarters, my good lady and my good man."

Alcono and Jansa gave each other a look- fear? Worry? Strength? Hope, even?

The iDroid, a remnant of the 80s that had seemed to survive until present day, sputtered to life as it projected a bluish-tinged image.
The sharp face of General Avery Reissen, the leader of Exodia's Army Biological Security Division, appeared. For both operatives, their impulsive strongman of a commander was a sight to behold after all this time.

"Master Sergeant Romeo Alcono, and Staff Corporal Andretta Jansa." the General spoke. "Do you copy?"

"Yes, sir." They replied in unison, keeping the awe on their faces from showing.

"My God- it's... It's just too great that you two are safe and capable."

Jansa took a deep breath, while Alcono responded with a quiet yet confident nod, masking his own flood of emotion. "Thank you, sir. Much appreciated."

"I won't waste my own words. I'm sure you're familiar with the current tragedy in Europe? Being with the Battalion- they know it all too well." Reissen continued.

"Too much, sir. It's certainly horrible." Jansa spoke up. Alcono gave a somber nod.

"You're now under orders- travel with the Battalion and aid them in their advancements towards France, particularly Paris- and whip that demonic fucker's ass. In addition- I remind you two that what I'm about to feed you will taste rather sour, as it did to me when the Governor fed me- the ASP will be providing additional support throughout your mission. You are not authorized to take any action or cause any harm towards them or their personnel."

Jansa looked down, anxious. Alcono simply groaned.

"What the hell is this, General? I apologize for this brashness, but what the fuck do they think they're playing at?"

"I didn't like it one bit, either, but this is a time of unity, Sergeant. And besides, you're getting the immunity of two organizations from them. You both are still officially ABSD personnel- reinstated and field action, assigned to our allies in the Cherubim Battalion. If they try to kidnap you again throughout the course of the mission, the pact will officially have been violated and we are fully authorized to take action.
You also have the liberty to only take orders from myself, the Governor, the Minister of Defense, or the Cherubim Battalion's Magistrate and his staff- if they try and pull you under their coat through battlefield orders, you have not only the right, but the duty, to travel your own path to the objective."

Alcono couldn't help himself from breaking out into a grin this time, as his female companion breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, sir."

A few hours later, after a much-needed rest, the pair of operatives set to work rearranging their gear. One of the Battalion's Scribes called Alcono into a laboratory.

"Sir- Perhaps you'd like to try this? We've designed an upgrade to the armor the Da'at Yichud had supplied us- one more well-versed to the rigors of a... supernatural battlefield. Only a prototype, but I assure you it has no life-threatening issues thus far after field tests with our Knights. Normally we use a different configuration, but we've experimented with a few types that might match your combat methods and experience better. We have one that Corporal Jansa might be interested in, as well."

The ABSD veteran soldierboy looked on at it. There it rested, in all of its glory.

"Is that it?"

"Yes, sir."

"It's beautiful.

[Tinhampton]

The nearly 320,000 Tinhamptonian human beings had arrived at the Camp, little more then a small-scale mega-Gaza Strip. Zero Tinhamptonians of old age were marched into the fire pit at gunpoint, with babies under the age of 3 not thrown anywhere due to health and safety legislation. The other 320,000 were used as guinea pigs for the new Nerve Gas Agent - VX 1093, most commonly known as Football. Football possessed the extreme infectiousness of the common cold with an incubation period of ninety minutes in match form, and ten minutes in penalty shootout form. Football possessed a unique ability - when dispersed with four jumpers and a couple of pints of beer, 100% of all victims suffered Football Fever that leads to impassioned fanaticism, following initial devotion soon after incubation ended. Viral infection made the infected a carrier, giving Football Fever to any person that comes into contact with any bodily matter, including purchasing coloured scarves. An antidote was also developed, and made a standard ration to the Tinhamptonian Amateur Cricket Club Association. Tinhamptonian Grade 11 students pretending to be scientists also put a gene into the antidote that did nothing whatsoever.

[Vanquaria]

"Fuck off cunt"

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Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, and Ukraine were currently the hotspots for Vanquarian invasion. With Europe and America in internal strife, these nations found themselves without adequate NATO support and thus their small but well-equipped militaries were forced onto the backfoot.

The capitals of these countries had been targeted first with conventional military resistance being wiped out relatively quickly in the Vanquarian blitzkrieg. Now, all its inhabitants were being screened. Those on the kill list of the Autarch were either herded into a ditch and shot or sent by train back into Vanquaria as a new crop of slaves for the Vanquarian aristocracy.

All in the name of the Lord, of course.

Anyone not on the kill list, however, was instead separated by their gender. Males to one side and females to another. The males were allowed to return home albeit with metallic collars around their necks. These collars were not just trackers but much more, units of a great network. If one of these men did the wrong thing well, their heads would no longer be atop their upper torsos.

The females, on the other hand, were separated into hottie from uglie. The uglies were allowed to return home also with dog collars. But the hotties were instead strapped to a special train and sent back to Vanquaria. When they reached their destination, the capital of Vanquaria, Auraxis, they would be placed on auction and claimed by men for the sake of having the biggest harem of wives.

Guerilla warfare was lackluster for Vanquarian military dominance was so overwhelming that there was no way to respond to their Armata tanks rolling through the streets of each of the country's major cities.

But the offensive was not over. Not yet.

Vanquarian ground forces were preparing themselves for a renewed push deeper into Europe, solidifying their supply lines first so that insurgent efforts would fail to disrupt the flow of essential supplies and reinforcements for the Vanquarians.

Finland, Poland Romania, Slovakia, Moldova and Hungary were the next countries in their sights.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

The young lad would brush himself off, before beaming. “Thank Elbereth you’re here!” he smiled “Not a moment too soon, went around Belgium again didn’t we?” after motioning the Fallschirmjager further in “Jokes aside, can’t tell you how glad we are here.” Motioning the soldier to follow him, Hope suddenly rejoined Vanille, who’s bemused look turned into elation. “We’re not sure how much longer we can stay here before the demons are knocking on our door. Can’t stay in the city for long, that’s for sure…”

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Murmenalda

The council of course stood in shock, some fumbling for their guards or sidearms to dispatch the intruder with haste, but King Aceus seemed to recognize him. “You’re...the Archbishop of Krakow.” the young monarch blinked in surprise. “...I didn’t know you wished to discuss theology. You could’ve just sent a letter.” he attempted to salvage the situation with humor.

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Skies over Paris, France

Winged creatures dotted the skies, launching themselves from the infernal pits screeching into the material realm. One may put their faith in Saint Michael the Archangel, for who else could fight the Prince of Hell itself? Perhaps, a power older still, a power that once held all men in fear, who’s rivals were only the Gods and heroes of old. A power that was given manifest in an ivory white bolt screeching across the heavens, followed by throngs more shadows. Leather wings tumult in the air, and scales shone against hellfire and lightning, lead by the barely heard screech as the white dragon dove upon her target. She wasn’t a large dragon, by any length of the imagination, but her electric blue flame showed the daemons the meaning of oblivion and desolation. When a roared was heard, the demons knew fear.

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Pont Neuf, Paris, France

Four figures stood against the darkness, looking ill fitted in the time of modern arms and technologies. Three men, one elderly, two young men, and a lithe noblewoman of exotic Syrian ethnicity, their blades drawn and their foes being cut down. “Celian, we are avenged!” the eldest cried, his sword removing the horned head of an imp from their neck. “The Knights shall be avenged, not merely against Phillipe and the corrupt Pope who pronounced the dissolution of our Brotherhood, but against the foul principalities that seduced them!”

“Oh will you shut up!” the maiden groaned in exasperation, her twin daggers making swift work of maddened cultists. “Roland, we make for the hospital! There are bloody dragons in the skies!”

One of the men, a bald and black-armored man with an impressive broadsword nodded to his bearded and hooded companion, the two charged their way across the bridge and into the fray, carving a path to the hospital.

Necker-Enfants
The Fallschirmjaeger nodded. "We'll hold 'em off until you guys get out. Should be in a few hours, or when the invasion force arrives. Either way..."
He then turned to the crowd and shouted. "ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! KIDS IN ONE GROUP, ADULTS IN ANOTHER. A CHOPPER WILL ARRIVE TO AIRLIFT YOU LOT OUT!"

Unnoticed to the other occupants of the hospital, a young nun(?) entered quietly and slumped against the wall, her medical bag making an audible thump against the floor.

Murmenalda
The Archbishop glared. "This is no time for pleasant words, young King. France burns, Portugal is ravaged, and Prussia-Poland already is going to war."
He seemed to grow in stature as he spoke, glowering at each member, and finally Aceus.
"Even your own daughter is at the frontlines, and I will soon join her. The war, gentlemen, has, in fact, already started-and yet you all stand here like old trees. So I'm here to provide a little encouragement."
He looked around, taking out a piece of parchment.
"I, Kaiser Crassus, German Emperor, King of Prussia and Poland-Lithuania, through the Archbishop of Krakow, Jan Pawel Vyterski, hereby call upon King Aceus of Danceria to honor the Zweikaiserbund agreement of 1817, and without delay assist with all and any means available in helping Prussia-Poland to suppress the uprising in Paris."
He paused. "Oh...and there's an appendix too...
There is no time to be lost! Battle brothers! Dancerians! The enemy is already hammering at our door! You all know your duty, and by God I trust that you will do it! We fight for our honor, freedom, and very way of life!
As you know, most of my troops are deployed on the Belgian frontier, prepared to deep-strike into French territory! General War Plan C34-B names this move Schliffen! We will descend upon the foe, we will overwhelm them, we shall leave none alive! We are the Zweikaiserbund! We are God's/the Valar's fury!"
He folded the communication. "I think his Majesty's been playing too much Dawn of War."


Belgium
The Prussian-Poles had run into a most infuriating obstacle.
The perfidious Americans, who had first betrayed them at Yalta, were stabbing them in the back again, in the form of a pair of military bases-USAG Benelux, and USAG Brussels. While the Garrisons were much smaller than it was during it's Cold War heyday, they were still very annoying.
Something had to be done about them-and something would be done, in fact, in the form of a present from the Reichswehr, as a 'thank you' gift for America's betrayals.

Howitzers were driven into predetermined positions, and loaded with VX shells. They began to fire, and the shells soared through the air, before spraying their load all over the area.
Many an Amerimutt would choke to death on that day, and Prussia-Poland was probably, most definitely kicked from NATO, but the way was clear. Prussian-Polish troops poured through the breach, and in one of the greatest turns of irony seized Brussels and Belgium to assist France in destroying a Satanic invasion.

Pont Neuf
The 4 figures would be interrupted by a rumble that turned into a roar-intersped, oddly, with the sound of German chanting.
A Leopard 2a4 crashed through a house, it's main gun swivelling to point at the 4. However, the flag wasn't that of Prussia-Poland or Germany, but the Teutonic Order.

[Nazi Philippine Empire]

"As a Hitlerist, I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice."

Marcos II "Hitler"

Anthem of the National Socialist Movement

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Welthauptstadt Maharlika, Nazi Philippine Empire
Adolf Ferdinand von Marcos II "Hitler" - Volkshalle
April 19th, 2019 AD

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All about us the warning signs of this collapse are apparent. Satanism with its method of madness is making a powerful and insidious attack upon our dismayed and shattered nation. It seeks to poison and disrupt in order to hurl us into an epoch of chaos. This negative, destroying spirit spared nothing of all that is highest and most valuable. Beginning with the family, it has undermined the very foundations of morality and faith and scoffs at culture and business, nation and Fatherland, justice and honor. A year of Satanism have ruined the Philippines; one year of Satanism would erase him off from the map. The richest and fairest territories of the world would be turned into a smoking heap of ruins. Even the sufferings of the last decade and a half could not be compared to the misery of Asia in the heart of which the red flag of destruction had been hoisted. The millions of wounded, the millions of the dead which this inner strife has already cost the Philippines should be a warning of the storm which would come.

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A few days have passed since the unhappy day when the Filipino people, blinded by promises from the Satanists at home and abroad, lost touch with honor and freedom, thereby losing all. Since that day of treachery, God Hitler has withheld his blessing from their people. Dissension and hatred descended upon them. With profound distress millions of the best Filipino men and women from all walks of life have seen the unity of their nation vanishing away, dissolving in a confusion of political and personal opinions, economic interests, and ideological differences. Since that day, as so often in the past, the Philippines has presented a picture of heartbreaking disunity. They never received the equality and fraternity they had been promised, and they lost our liberty to boot. For when their nation lost its political place in the world, it soon lost its unity of spirit and will.

Marcos II "Hitler" thought that despite the fact that the Philippine nation that was attacked by the Satanists were not Filipino Aryans, they were still Filipinos despite their apparent inferiority. Despite their inferiority to the Filipino Aryans, they were still a creation made by God Hitler the Almighty who rules in heaven, earth, and hell. In order to save the word from the false pagan gods, Marcos II "Hitler" offered human sacrifices to God Hitler in order to establish communications with him. Around 1,488 slaves of Jewish and African origins were burned in a funeral pyre similar to the ones created by the Satanists in order to appease the god to conduct a conversation. The Führer ordered everyone to vacate the Volkshalle so he could focus on his concentrated astral meditation. After fourteen minutes and eighty-eight seconds, Adolf Hitler appeared in front of the Führer.

"What is it that you desire, inferior one?" Adolf Hitler said to Marcos II "Hitler". The Führer didn't immediately reply, as he was bawling in tears with the godlike display of his beloved messiah. For him, this was truly a holy event for the entirety of humanity as Adolf Hitler is the only god to have ever talked to humans after the Christian God abandoned this planet with the creation of Japanese animated pornography and Cock & Ball Torture.

"Oh great and superior one, Adolf Hitler, greater than the holy trinity and the creator of the Aryan race. False gods have attacked the planet that you have watched over with kindness and generosity. They have desecrated the sacred garden that you have patiently been cultivating under your image. I implore you that you ought to destroy the Jewish devil that is behind this catastrophic event of death and destruction." Marcos II "Hitler" replied, still with tears running down his cheeks.

"It appears that the Jewish devil needs to be put in his place in order to secure the existence of your people and a future for Aryan children.."Come with me, revived one after the death of 14.88 million mutants in Moscow, Vanquaria. You will come with me and help me destroy Satan."

"Very well, great god Adolf Hitler."

Both immortal beings suddenly vanished from Volkshalle and suddenly reappeared nearby the portals created by Duterte II "Beelzebub" and casually entered while devilish minions who couldn't stand their godlike aura began marching in goosesteps and perhaps was converted to the true power of National Socialism - very unlike the power of the false National Socialists from hell itself. With Marcos II "Hitler's" conquest of China over, perhaps it was time for him to conquer hell itself with the help of none other than Adolf Hitler. The conquest began as they both entered the portal and entered Purgatory.

[Cherubim Battalion]

The young lad would brush himself off, before beaming. “Thank Elbereth you’re here!” he smiled “Not a moment too soon, went around Belgium again didn’t we?” after motioning the Fallschirmjager further in “Jokes aside, can’t tell you how glad we are here.” Motioning the soldier to follow him, Hope suddenly rejoined Vanille, who’s bemused look turned into elation. “We’re not sure how much longer we can stay here before the demons are knocking on our door. Can’t stay in the city for long, that’s for sure…”

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Murmenalda

The council of course stood in shock, some fumbling for their guards or sidearms to dispatch the intruder with haste, but King Aceus seemed to recognize him. “You’re...the Archbishop of Krakow.” the young monarch blinked in surprise. “...I didn’t know you wished to discuss theology. You could’ve just sent a letter.” he attempted to salvage the situation with humor.

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Skies over Paris, France

Winged creatures dotted the skies, launching themselves from the infernal pits screeching into the material realm. One may put their faith in Saint Michael the Archangel, for who else could fight the Prince of Hell itself? Perhaps, a power older still, a power that once held all men in fear, who’s rivals were only the Gods and heroes of old. A power that was given manifest in an ivory white bolt screeching across the heavens, followed by throngs more shadows. Leather wings tumult in the air, and scales shone against hellfire and lightning, lead by the barely heard screech as the white dragon dove upon her target. She wasn’t a large dragon, by any length of the imagination, but her electric blue flame showed the daemons the meaning of oblivion and desolation. When a roared was heard, the demons knew fear.

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Pont Neuf, Paris, France

Four figures stood against the darkness, looking ill fitted in the time of modern arms and technologies. Three men, one elderly, two young men, and a lithe noblewoman of exotic Syrian ethnicity, their blades drawn and their foes being cut down. “Celian, we are avenged!” the eldest cried, his sword removing the horned head of an imp from their neck. “The Knights shall be avenged, not merely against Phillipe and the corrupt Pope who pronounced the dissolution of our Brotherhood, but against the foul principalities that seduced them!”

“Oh will you shut up!” the maiden groaned in exasperation, her twin daggers making swift work of maddened cultists. “Roland, we make for the hospital! There are bloody dragons in the skies!”

One of the men, a bald and black-armored man with an impressive broadsword nodded to his bearded and hooded companion, the two charged their way across the bridge and into the fray, carving a path to the hospital.

Necker-Enfants
The Fallschirmjaeger nodded. "We'll hold 'em off until you guys get out. Should be in a few hours, or when the invasion force arrives. Either way..."
He then turned to the crowd and shouted. "ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! KIDS IN ONE GROUP, ADULTS IN ANOTHER. A CHOPPER WILL ARRIVE TO AIRLIFT YOU LOT OUT!"

Unnoticed to the other occupants of the hospital, a young nun(?) entered quietly and slumped against the wall, her medical bag making an audible thump against the floor.

Murmenalda
The Archbishop glared. "This is no time for pleasant words, young King. France burns, Portugal is ravaged, and Prussia-Poland already is going to war."
He seemed to grow in stature as he spoke, glowering at each member, and finally Aceus.
"Even your own daughter is at the frontlines, and I will soon join her. The war, gentlemen, has, in fact, already started-and yet you all stand here like old trees. So I'm here to provide a little encouragement."
He looked around, taking out a piece of parchment.
"I, Kaiser Crassus, German Emperor, King of Prussia and Poland-Lithuania, through the Archbishop of Krakow, Jan Pawel Vyterski, hereby call upon King Aceus of Danceria to honor the Zweikaiserbund agreement of 1817, and without delay assist with all and any means available in helping Prussia-Poland to suppress the uprising in Paris."
He paused. "Oh...and there's an appendix too...
There is no time to be lost! Battle brothers! Dancerians! The enemy is already hammering at our door! You all know your duty, and by God I trust that you will do it! We fight for our honor, freedom, and very way of life!
As you know, most of my troops are deployed on the Belgian frontier, prepared to deep-strike into French territory! General War Plan C34-B names this move Schliffen! We will descend upon the foe, we will overwhelm them, we shall leave none alive! We are the Zweikaiserbund! We are God's/the Valar's fury!"
He folded the communication. "I think his Majesty's been playing too much Dawn of War."


Belgium
The Prussian-Poles had run into a most infuriating obstacle.
The perfidious Americans, who had first betrayed them at Yalta, were stabbing them in the back again, in the form of a pair of military bases-USAG Benelux, and USAG Brussels. While the Garrisons were much smaller than it was during it's Cold War heyday, they were still very annoying.
Something had to be done about them-and something would be done, in fact, in the form of a present from the Reichswehr, as a 'thank you' gift for America's betrayals.

Howitzers were driven into predetermined positions, and loaded with VX shells. They began to fire, and the shells soared through the air, before spraying their load all over the area.
Many an Amerimutt would choke to death on that day, and Prussia-Poland was probably, most definitely kicked from NATO, but the way was clear. Prussian-Polish troops poured through the breach, and in one of the greatest turns of irony seized Brussels and Belgium to assist France in destroying a Satanic invasion.

Pont Neuf
The 4 figures would be interrupted by a rumble that turned into a roar-intersped, oddly, with the sound of German chanting.
A Leopard 2a4 crashed through a house, it's main gun swivelling to point at the 4. However, the flag wasn't that of Prussia-Poland or Germany, but the Teutonic Order.

Brussels, Belgium

"Copy, copy! The Prussian-Poles are rogue! Repeat, Prussian-Polish forces have gone rogue and will be considered a hostile for the next 48 hours."
"Let's move, Captain. I don't want to be in the way when he gets mad."

Fortunately for them, they had one peacekeeper who could set it right- one of the original proponents of the Resistance, Alex Jones, was situated in the Brussels Enclave, performing negotiations with the group before the harrowing news came by.
One can only imagine the look on his face when the report was spoken.

"I'M A PIONEER.
I'M AN EXPLORER.
I'M A HUMAN.
I LIKE TO EAT!
I LIKE TO SLEEP!
I'VE GOT HOT BLOOD, GOIN' THROUGH ME FAST!
AND I'M COMIN'!



Demon and Prussian-Pole alike were annihilated, torn limb from limb to shreds in majestic fury. Jones, seemingly unaffected by the VX gas, thrust himself towards the invading forces, drawing a chainsaw and a Barrett M82 with a shortened barrel from somewhere in his navy slacks.
Round after blessed silver round slammed against the howitzer crews and blade-tooth after silver blade-tooth ripped through the rushing infantry.

After around a couple hours, many Prussian-Poles were dead and reconciling with their true American comrades in Heaven- the exact number that had died in the chemical attacks.

As the Lord God Almighty had said, "A house divided against itself did not stand."

By His might and Jones's strength, the house still stood.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

As Jones went on his rampage, he was abruptly stopped by an extremely odd sight.
A young, blonde girl-maybe 17 or 18-leaning against a ruined SPG, cradling an M82.

As he moved towards her, she disappeared.
His mistake became apparent a split second later, when he felt the cold barrel of the rifle press into his head.
"gO tO hElL tHoT"
The rifle roared, and his corpse dropped to the ground.
The damage, though, was done. The barricades would not be relieved. There would be no cavalry coming.
Paris
The Fallschirmjaegers waded in, bayoneting and firing, fighting like monsters possessed, crying out chants of praise for their Lord and Savior as they hewed through the daemonic lines.
But lowly, their zeal wavered, as news came in of what had happened to the men that were supposed to come in to help finish off the demons once and for all time.
Zeal turned to confusion. Confusion to rage and bitterness, at yet another betrayal by the West.
Rage turned into action, and the Prussian-Poles began to withdraw, leaving the French isolated and without support. As they withdrew, they answered treachery with treachery, and blew holes in the barricades. They then occupied the Necker-Enfants Hospital, resolving to defend it against either French treachery or Daemonic sorcery to their last breath.

[Cherubim Battalion]

As Jones went on his rampage, he was abruptly stopped by an extremely odd sight.
A young, blonde girl-maybe 17 or 18-leaning against a ruined SPG, cradling an M82.

As he moved towards her, she disappeared.
His mistake became apparent a split second later, when he felt the cold barrel of the rifle press into his head.
"gO tO hElL tHoT"
The rifle roared, and his corpse dropped to the ground.
The damage, though, was done. The barricades would not be relieved. There would be no cavalry coming.
Paris
The Fallschirmjaegers waded in, bayoneting and firing, fighting like monsters possessed, crying out chants of praise for their Lord and Savior as they hewed through the daemonic lines.
But lowly, their zeal wavered, as news came in of what had happened to the men that were supposed to come in to help finish off the demons once and for all time.
Zeal turned to confusion. Confusion to rage and bitterness, at yet another betrayal by the West.
Rage turned into action, and the Prussian-Poles began to withdraw, leaving the French isolated and without support. As they withdrew, they answered treachery with treachery, and blew holes in the barricades.

Brussels
A dark-haired boy, around a year younger than her, winced as the muscular corpse faded away into dust, a hand on the butt of his M1911.
"You really have to do that? Besides, I'm pretty sure he's just going to reform himself somewhere in Texas."

Paris
Enraged and bitter, but not willing to truly turn on fellow Christians, the French defenders simply repatched the holes with Flex Seal, composite armor, and cigarette butts, and continued in their fight.
They would go on without them.
France would survive either way.

[Nazi Basurian Empire]

Nazi Basurian Empire is very concerned by Goetland embracing Satanism and killing countless people by invading Chianghuelia

Liu Zhongjing II "Rosenberg" gives a speech before 100,000 soldiers "They have truly lost any sense of civilization, they are back to cannibalistic primitives"
"We will destroy them" roared the soldiers with a difference of a millisecond

Master Strategist and top general Zhuge Liang II "Manstein" creates a plan to allow Christian Basurian army to quickly defeat enemy in Goetlands. 500,000 soldiers board boats that will sail downstream by the Yangtze River and disembark at Wuhu to launch huge surprise attack. The soldiers leave quickly and soon will arrive at their target. Equipment like tanks and planes are also transported this way.

Nazi Basurian Luftwaffe planes at rented air base in Chingchuria start bombing Goetland and destroy Goetland air superiority, 50 fighter and 6 bombers are used

Top Nazi Basurian Hackers ruthlessly attack Goetland websites and communications

[Nazi Basurian Empire]

freighters like these were used to transport basurian army but since their number is limited they are reserved for heavy equipment

https://c8.alamy.com/comp/F987KK/yibin- ... F987KK.jpg
Rafts like these will be used a lot (Superior Basurian Bamboo allow them to endure journey down Yangtze)




Epic Nazi Basurian Military

ready to destroy Satanism

[El Buddy]

the skies around you turn dark as you, buddy iii "asmodeus", materialize in germany, remembering of your goal to find and kill Nilmoith the Goat with a boop. you then find Nilmoith the Goat and challenge it to a booping duel. all those around you gasp as they realize whats about to happen.

you move first, glomping Nilmoith the Goat before finishing it off with a powerful boop. you then ascend beyond the plane of NationStates and skullfuck the OOC user behind the nation of satanic furry empire

[Satanic Furry Empire]

OwOWuts this? A cweepy guytwying toglomp and boop me? lets boop war B*))) *BOOOOPS*

Berlin, Capital of the Paradise-Hell Republican-Imperium of the Furred Reich

Nilmoith the Goat's hedonistic Germany take over party was interrupted forcefully by Buddy III "Asmodeus," another Prince of Hell. How cute! This was actually really cute and epic. Buddy III "Asmodeus" had come all this way just to meet her. Nilmoith was honored. Buddy III "Asmodeus" truly had found and challenged her to a booping duel in Berlin. Her hopes of winning this booping war were still in the bag like the french fries at the bottom of a McDonalds paper bag. This was good.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" She screamed in pure pleasure as Buddy III "Asmodeus" glomped her before finishing her off with a powerful boop. A massive explosion of white covered much of Germany and Western Europe then suddenly subsided. With a snap of her fingers, The Paradise-Hell Republican-Imperium of the Furred Reich was restored, along with every other major city in Western Europe that was destroyed by the viscous massive explosion, though much of the Continent remained covered.

"Okay. That was cool." Nilmoith the Goat said, raising a finger that began to charge energy. "Now, it is my turn to boop u, Buddy III "Asmodeus!"

She *GLOMPED doesn't miss*'ed Buddy III "Asmodeus" into the Reichstsag and immediately booped him into a singularity, without missing.

[Victoriala II]

The void swallowed its bite as it closed its tar-bleeding jaws. True satisfaction.

It was going to rest once more, having its fill of worlds and possibilities and concepts that swim in the expanding vastness of the universe.

As the cosmic enneract rested and reconstituted itself, having fed the beast once again, the form had more plans.

It bore a pepper named IBLIS and a seed called ANGRA MAINYU, and sprinkled it all over a chaos world ten star aeons away from the void.

The smell enticed the void once more and emptied its stomach, vomiting all that it just devoured. And thus they returned to existence.

The void opened its gaping maw and through its unrelenting density bent time into its will in order for time to take it quicker and closer to the world.

It hungers, and the Enneract provides.

The Tetragrammaton hopes the devil will be vanquished with this method.

Mamma mia, God has just created a spicee meat-a-balle.

[Goetlands]

(Sorry for bad post, am on a phone and authorities are looking for me )

Nazi Basurian Empire is very concerned by Goetland embracing Satanism and killing countless people by invading Chianghuelia

Liu Zhongjing II "Rosenberg" gives a speech before 100,000 soldiers "They have truly lost any sense of civilization, they are back to cannibalistic primitives"
"We will destroy them" roared the soldiers with a difference of a millisecond

Master Strategist and top general Zhuge Liang II "Manstein" creates a plan to allow Christian Basurian army to quickly defeat enemy in Goetlands. 500,000 soldiers board boats that will sail downstream by the Yangtze River and disembark at Wuhu to launch huge surprise attack. The soldiers leave quickly and soon will arrive at their target. Equipment like tanks and planes are also transported this way.

Nazi Basurian Luftwaffe planes at rented air base in Chingchuria start bombing Goetland and destroy Goetland air superiority, 50 fighter and 6 bombers are used

Top Nazi Basurian Hackers ruthlessly attack Goetland websites and communications

The yangtze floods because of goetland satanic magic and submerges the basuriansdrowning them post losses

[Vanquaria]

Think this is borderline trolling? Well, you're right...faggot

---

The corpses of thousands were sprawled the concrete floor. Though the war against Europe had been touted by the Autarch as a big grab for women, that was not its only purpose. The offensive had given the Vanquarians the rare opportunity to amass a great genocide against many innocents simply because they were not of good ethnic purity. And, in the midst of the killings, a shadowy group had gathered beneath the curtains for a nefarious quest given to them centuries ago, when Hitler the Almighty strode the Earth.

"Allaaaaaaaaaaaah....Ackbaaaaaaar...."

Their heads were bowed low as they chanted to the false god Allah, stamping their feet in unison while their hands held the skull of a Jewish child, the bone still white for it was fresh. Robed in black, hoods covering their faces, the group of individuals stood in a circle on the outskirts of the massive floor of corpses as they hummed their dark hymns.

Overhead, an immaculate depiction of the Unclean Bird, Azazel the Demon, was painted onto a tapestry hanging from the domed ceiling. Adorned with flickers of gold but nonetheless ominous in appearance because of the blood-red accentuation of its blackened facial features, the painting of Azazel seemed to stare down at both the living and dead below it, its gaze scrutinising and its eyes frightening.

They had been chanting for quite a while. But nothing was happening. They persisted. Hours passed by. But still, nothing happened. One of the robed individuals stepped out of the circle and raised his hands to Azazel.

"Oh great Lord Azazel! Is our devotion not enough? Do you desire the blood of more Jewish families! Tell us and we shall deliver!"

Of course, there was no response because a painting does not speak. This seemed to distress the robed individuals. There was panic amongst them as they bickered, arguing about why Azazel the Painting was not responding to their leader's pleas. Some of their hoods were flung back to reveal their faces. Not surprisingly, they were old white men.

As their anger reached fever pitch, the leader cried out, "Azazel needs a greater display of conviction from us! Take out a blade, brothers, and let us cut off the only treasure we have left in our lives!"

Each one of them unsheathed a knife from within their robes. Then, in unison, they castrated their cocks. Their screams echoed through the hall and each one of them collapsed to the floor, bleeding profusely from their crotches.

Every one of them died except for the leader though he too was going to perish soon. Suddenly, a low chuckle resounded from behind him. His eyes, wide as saucers, looked for the source. A figure emerged from the darkness beyond. His mouth was full of blood so he could not speak but that the leader would recognize that figure from anywhere.

The man who had appeared ut of nowhere, patted the head of the dying leader and whispered, "You have done well. Adolf and Marcos II shall hear of your name, hero, as they wage their crusade against the denizens of Purgatory. Now, rest brother."

His last sight before his eyes permanently closed, was that of the man single-handedly opening 2 10 foot oaken doors with his bare hands and exiting the ritual hall. A flood of light bathed the hall of corpses but the leader was already dead by then, a smile on his face.

And the chorus of a million men resonated through the entire world.

Addressed to Nazidom Foreign Ministry of the Imperial Autarchy of Vanquaria 16 July 2019 The voices of the Aryan people have reached the ears of Hitler Almighty! Rejoice brothers, for a great champion has come to Earth to turn the tide against the Furries! Heinrich Himmler has been resurrected by the powers of the omega BOOP! He now leads the full force of the Vanquarian SS and shall cleanse Europe and eventually, the rest of the world, of the stench of the Furries! The SS army led by their Demigod will first aid the beleaguered armies of Polish-Prussia in France against the champion of Hell, Alex Jones, then He shall purge the Furries of the Furred Reich and their demonic Führer, Nilmoith the Goat! Praise be to Hitler Almighty! Yours sincerely, Autarch Scott Esic Tyeora of Vanquaria

[El Buddy]

101 paragraphs

[Goetlands]

OCCUPIED HOKKIENAM

After the INVIBCIBLE INFERNAL GOETLANDER ARMY smashed the subhuman H*kkien nation with ease, Fujian was immediately transformed into a hellscape. Hokchew, the once prosperous capital city, became something out of a disaster horror film or game as it was ravaged by Wenzhounese soldiers.

All of the H*kkien women, the monkey-like genetic trash that they were (evidently having strong Austronesian substrate), were not even raped, rather they were simply shelled or shot for fun by Goetlander soldiers like hunting game. Fifteen hours after Hokchew's fall the population there was halved. It was then halved again in only another two hours.

All Goetlanders were instructed to kill anyone speaking Hokkien unable to give proof of any heritage from Wuyue region. Satanism converts were also spared. H*kkiens were a lowly race who were described as "parasites of Asia" thriving off calculating financial theft that would make Jews blush in Southeast Asia, not to mention generally lacking principles as a people. However, racial hatred was not as strong as an imperative as exercise of a newfound Satanic untethering from morality. Thus the mass murder was more conducted to be compliant with Goetlander Satanism's moral line and to "actualize the self", while also providing sacrifice to the lords of Hell.

Wenzhounese women dressed in "basic" Chinese fashion - wool sweaters, skirts, flesh-colored stockings, boots, all seasoned with a bob cut and chalky makeup - wandered the streets of select districts of Hokchew spared catastrophic destruction, seducing local men before opening their mouths with their demonic language.

Unrelated fact: The Necronomicon was actually written in Wenzhounese.

Channeling dark powers by the very use of their tongue, the succubi plunged the men into undescribable torture, and their minds simply vaporized from the sheer magnitude of telekinetic CBT that ensued.

[Neoreactionary Rwanda]

France seems to have fallen victim to a demonic invasion. Serves them right, Kagame II "Land", the CEO of Neoreactionary Rwanda, thought. The French had supported the Hutu Habyarimana government that he fought in his previous incarnation's younger days as a Rwandan Patriotic Front commander, and played no small part in the genocide against Tutsis. Now suffering descended on those exact creators of Tutsi suffering. Kagame II "Land" considered this an expression of a cosmic justice that belief systems of the Indians and the Yoruba alike expressed. And in the folklore of his own people, too. And in the otherworldly ramblings of the great thinker Nick Land, and his intellectual offspring.

However, Kagame II "Land" did not express entertainment as his hologram television superimposed footage of Prussian-Polish soldiers in Paris on his cereal, while the newscaster narrated the events light-heartedly in Kinyarwanda. He considered a demonic invasion as large a concern as Congolese Hutu genocidaires acting up again. Hell's forces embodied an infernal chaos which his ideology staunchly opposed (but perhaps collaborated with it in other aspects), and he did not believe a demonic takeover of the world would be beneficial, at least to him and Rwanda's shareholders.

Kagame II "Land" looked outside his humble residence's window. His nation had through his iron-fisted rule and competent management became a shining pearl in the middle of a Dark Continent, now finding itself a trade hub and geopolitical pivot in Africa, while enjoying unimaginable material prosperity. Technology was brought to the cutting-edge with nationwide adoption of Urbit, created by Mencius Moldbug, which in turn sparked not only a network and computing revolution but a great transformation of society too. Ethereum, now running on an energy-efficient proof of stake algorithm ensuring ability of Rwanda to support it, also initiated a revolution in other aspects. He vowed to preserve the Neocameralist achievements of his nation against all threats.

Furthermore, he believed that a successful intervention could elevate Rwanda's international standing further, and secure it even greater relevance. Much was to be gained for the vigorous country.

Thus with full approval of the state's shareholders Kagame II "Land" ordered an intervention in the demonic conflict in Europe. He commissioned his trusted comrade James Kabarebe to carry out this task. Kabarebe was an experienced and masterful commander who was renowned for his daring actions of Operation Kitona, holding a country a Goliath to Rwanda's David by both its neck and ballsack, simply by landing three planes of men in a good location, and then surviving when two other large countries were scared into sending their own armies against him. He was also ruthless enough against Kagame II "Land"s enemies, testified to by frequent allegations of being a war criminal. He would certainly not disappoint.

While the Neoreactionary Rwandan government issued a statement declaring support for anti-Satanic forces in France, General Kabarebe embarked on yet another odyssey with 4,500 carefully selected fighters. They were mostly light infantry, though competent in a variety of arts of war, however what distinguished this from Kitona two decades ago was the presence of a 1,200 man "reinforced airborne infantry battalion", which used Soviet-Russian VDV tactics and doctrine, and were intended to be used as a shock unit able to quickly secure areas. They also had the most heavy equipment, being fitted with Rwandan 3D-printed airborne IFVs that were rather close to BMDs in design but incorporated improvements from western vehicles. All troops had Rwandan 3D printed cryptographically controlled firearms as well as something resembling a Future Soldier system.

However, this was nowhere near the most important element of the Rwandans. They were stereotypically imbued with bravery and courage required to face off Nazi Satanic furries or whatever they were up against. Every soldier was also given a copy of Nick Land's Fanged Noumena, or Moldbug's An Open Letter to Open-Minded Progressives, or Land's "Dark Enlightenment" essay, or a compilation of neoreactionary bloggers' greatest hits, featuring appearances of thinkers like Jim or Spandrell. They also all knew the Numogram and are able to use it to perform transtemporal magic to dab on the demons.

Carried by aircraft from Rwandan Airlines, Neoreactionary Rwanda's flag carrier, the Rwandans arrived in what was left of the Charles de Gaulle International Airport in Paris and began to deploy. The airborne infantry battalion descended on a section of Paris's outskirts ready to support the main infantry force's advance into the ravaged downtown.

[Goetlands]

CYBERSPACE

Unfortunately for the Nazi Basurians, the blockchain communications system used by all of the Goetlander military was not possible to "hack" as all systems had copies of the data in case even a single one is compromised, and its restricted access plus notoriously cryptic programming language made even that possibility unlikely. In return the Nazi Basurians would reap massive DDoS attacks on energy generation control and finance websites, assaults that intended to break into their systems via known software vulnerabilities, and attempts at infection with malware in case military networks had loose ends leading into more vulnerable civilian systems. A cyberspace propaganda war also begin with Basuria's history mocked and derided.

OCCUPIED HOKKIENAM

Nuclear weapons were deployed on Amoy (Xiamen), erasing for good proof of any Hokkien economic competence in history. Survivors were devoured by Wenzhou demons who now possessed bodies that looked like a hybrid of Cthulhu and hentai tentacles.

Inland Fujian was able to hold out longer, although under a relentless push by Wenzhounese troops unconstrained by logistics, and having their own supplies and communications penetrated by Goetlander aerial and cyberspatial operations, they also found themselves reduced so much to become no longer relevant.

The H*kkien president was found hiding in the ruins of Amoy, his survival was really miraculous. The Goetlander soldiers crucified him upside down, then killed him by the torturous means known as lingchi, the blood used to fuel a massive ritual to appeal to Satan.

6,666,666 dead H*kkien subhumans were laid out into a massive pentagram shape in Amoy which was then used to fuel another huge ritual where at the center of the circle the throats of 666,666 H*kkiens were slit and their intestines pulled out, then the body pile was doused in fat extracted from previously killed H*kkiens and set alight.

"How fucking edgy" said the Goetlander commander.

After this, a grand total of 4 million Hokkiens were alive, one tenth of Fujian's pre-war population. The other 90 per cent were indeed casually murdered over the course of 48 hours. The survivors were used as slave labor, the intelligent to be worked to death in 996 shifts and the dumb to be crushed under the darkness of mines.

"HAIL SATAN" reverberated from all corners of Fujian.

After the death and suffering was done Fujian was turned into a mass of server farms, car factories, chemical factories and dumps, and mines, generally unpleasant places to be around.

NORTHERN JIANGSU

When what remained of Chianghuelia's army reacted to Mammon's horde arriving at their doorstep it was too late. They were too dunbfounded by the idea half of their country was slaughtered in five hours without them hearing a scream such that they mostly just surrendered, and were then shot or sacrificed to Satan.

Jianghuai people too were to be exterminated, more pentagrams made from dead civilians were formed, and again cities were casually razed. Non-Jianghuai locals were sentenced to a lifetime of 996 shifts.

Smartphone factories replaced all former "cities" in Jianghuai area.

To their credit a single division had the guts to resist, having listened too much to their priests' preaching. The Goetland army was not indulgent in its victory however and responded appropriately, multi-directioned assaults on the division's positions supported by artillery and aircraft overwhelmed them in moments. The church those stubborn fools defended was then set alight using decaying dead bodies shipped north from Yangzhou's ruins.

As evident by the focus on the quantity of sacrifices and a lack of intimate knowledge of Satanism, Goetland was not very sincere in its belief professed, and seemed to focus on eliminating its regional economic competition for good. However, this itself still counted as a profession of demonism in some way perhaps. The sacrifices would go to help Satanic war effort elsewhere in Europe alongside strengthening Goetland (despite war and omnicide the magic from the sacrifices caused goetland economy soar by 666%)

Unfortunately these sacrifices also took their toll as many soldiers died from "too much edge"

HANGZHOU

Goetlands government celebrated its 100 millionth person sacrificed to Satan by renaming itself the Satanic State of Goetland (吴越魔教国). The government also hailed Satan and Satanism in the same declaration, famously claiming renowned philosopher Wang Shouren promoted a Satanic epistemology in his idea of unity of knowledge and action.

The leader was revealed to be Fuchai II "Beleth", his deputies are Sun Quan II "Zagan" and Qian Liu II "Aim".

Orders were given for troops to ready against threats from the east, as Basurian intervention becomes an apparent possibility. Basurian aircraft were already dogfighting with Goetland air force with roughly equal outcomes on both sides although Basurians would not deal substantial damage to the rear.

[Skyhooked]

Meanwhile in Skyhooked City

As usual, Stan Dixon was slacking off and watching TV together with Casey James, while First Leader Seth, had to deal with ambassador from Brazil, becasue he lost a bet in poker. Stan drank his rum, and Casey smoked weed from a colorful bong, while "Twelve seasons of Capriciousness" comedy was showed on TV. It was extremely funny, but to Stan and Casey duo displeasure, show abruptly switched to the news about the demon invasion in Europe. News were so unbelivable, that at first, they thought it was some sort of prank, until they recieved multiple reports, that confirm those news.

First, Skyhookedian ambassador and other diplomatic personell in Paris tragically died during their visit to Nore-Dame de Paris together with a few tourists, then the embassy of Skyhooked was attacked by satanists. It's security held the line and fought bravely, but was quickly overwhelmed and swarmed. Those, who didn't die in a fight, were dragged to an unknown place. Either way, their fate was sealed at this point. Squad Victor, that was trying to ambush a leader of a human trafficking ring, was caught in this chaos, and lost half of it's members, when tried to cover the retreat of civilians, who ran from the city.

When all Council was quickly assembled and started discussions of all those events, another batch of reports was recieved. Looks like the crisis hit not only Europe. Reports fron Asia indicated, that Philippines were also engulfed in this crisis, and it gets only more widespread and nasty with every passing minute. There, a few fishing trawlers, that gathered fish for Skyhookedian annexed North Korea were attacked by overzealous Bayan, during the purge. The fact, that fishermen were not religious, didn't save them.

Reprots about such occurances in USA didn't make the situation any better. With nazi, human sacrifices, slavery, and other artrocities commited by Satan, added to the equation, there was only one way for Skyhooked to go - The path of War. There even was an excellent casus belli for that matter. Skyhookedian government quickly issues a message to all involved:

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From: Skyhooked
To: All parties involved.

With all this shit going on, we gotta intervene. Because of all the artrocities and crimes agaisnt humanity, attack on our embassy and death of our diplomatic official, we declare WAR on Macron II "Baphomet" and his minions and proclaim, that we, proud pagans of Skyhooked are coming to Europe to save it, and kick this demon's ass and send it back to hell in pieces, pillage his minions, nazi scum and all, who tries to oppose us!

Christians, please, be so kind to help us in beating Satanists, or at least not oppose us. Or oppose us, when the demonic menace is dealt with. We are tolerant to you, and let you preach your beliefs, so we are not your enemies.


Europe

Half of Skyhookedian navy, with three air carriers prepared to deliver a large army to Europe and strike from different spots of Europe. At the beginning, an army of roughly 4000 men-at-arms (1500 of them are mechanized), 800 kabanarian rangers, 1500 capital minutemen, 700 Los escorpiónes (with 150 tanks) and 500 Battle Bonded warriors, led by Bjorn of Steel and Casey James, was deployed at south France and they are ready to battle with any demon or nazi, they meet and a heavy resistance was expected, so this attack group is made from high quality, well trained combatants.

Other armies will be delivered, should the need arise. Logistics are a total pain, even for masterful looters like Skyhookedians, so deploying a whole army at one time would be nigh impossible.