El Lord "My form will continue to evolve."
The bacteria overlord roared in frustration, massive body convulsing as blasts of green fire streaked outward. But Glory Boy darted, weaved, and dove, a blur of golden light in a blackened sky.
France's spear materialized in his hand, pixels sparking with divine fury. He dove, voice cracking with rage:
"Evolve in hell!"
The golden weapon sliced into the El Lord's flesh, tearing deep. The monster shrieked, its body convulsing. France pressed harder, missiles fired from Glory Boy's shoulders, slamming into its torso and blasting one massive arm into black sludge. The ground shook with the force.
The El Lord staggered, but France wasn't finished. He summoned another spear, longer, brighter. His voice thundered over the comms.
"This is for my brother... Dakota!"
The spear pierced the El Lord's chest, detonating in a brilliant explosion of light. The shockwave tore across the battlefield, silencing everything. For a heartbeat, it looked like victory. The El Lord's massive body fell, broken, dissolved into a puddle of writhing sludge.
The Royals held their breath.
And then the laughter returned.
The sludge rippled, reformed, pulling itself together. Black ooze coalesced into muscle, bone, and eyes, too many eyes. The El Lord stood taller than before, its voice crawling into their minds. He reached his hand out "Bacto blade".
"As long as you are in my territory, I am the ground. I am the air. Everything is bacteria. Everything belongs to me. You cling to a broken world, humans ruined the Earth and fled into the sky. Now it is our turn. The age of bacteria has begun."
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Venku's jaw clenched. "Not while I still breathe." Frodeon surged forward, violet spear flashing. Missiles streaked, violet energy cut the air, but the monster's sliced through their attacks reducimg them to melted substance.
The El Lord's hand lashed out. It seized Frodeon, tearing off the mech's arm with sickening ease. Venku cursed as the cockpit jolted, his mech hurled into Glory Boy. Both machines crashed into the earth, sparks and fire bursting around them.
The El Lord surged forward, its massive form suddenly fluid, graceful. Striking it's Bacto Blade unleashing an acid tidal wave.
France's mech soared upward, wings glowing, evading the wave.
El Lord launched his Bacto blade nearly slicing off Frances wing. He quickly decended.
France "Unicorn burst." France Glory Boy began to transform into metallic magnificence.
But the monster was faster. It coded its hand in acid.
In a blur, its acidic hand ripped through Glory Boy's armor, peeling away golden plating until the cockpit was exposed. Sparks rained as metal screeched.
France's voice roared through the comms, defiant, trembling. "Venku... you must not lose. You are the last Elda Knight!"
"France, no—!" Venku's voice cracked, desperation flooding through static.
The El Lord's hand closed around France's body. The pilot couldn't even scream, raw and broken, before the grip tightened. A sickening crunch echoed across the comms. His voice cut short. His body no more from the acid.
Glory Boy's light faded.
The El Lord stood tall, its hand dripping red. Its eyes glowed like suns of malice.
"Death," it whispered, voice carrying across the battlefield, "is inevitable."
Venku froze in horror, Frodeon's systems sparking, his spear gone, his mech damaged. The battlefield was silent save for the pulsing hum of the El Lord's aura.
France was gone. Dakota was gone.
Only Venku remained....