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As soon as they heard her scream the viral army of LadyDevimon sprang into action to save their Mistress. Omnimon retracted the blade as soon as the viral Ultimate dissolved into fragmented data, watching dispassionately as a mixed group of Ultimate's and Mega-level Digimon rushed out of the safety of their fortress and fired a mixed array of fire at him, as if believing they could harm him with enough power to level a mountain. It sickened him, the delusions of these poor Digimon had. The horde of uncorrupted digimon gasped in despair as their knight vanished in an expanding sphere of fire and smoke, the digital air around the knight itself warping and twisting at the sheer amount of power that had been thrown at the Royal Knight.
GrapLeomon only smirked at the nativity that the mix of Champions and Ultimate's displayed despite the era they lived in. He had seen the Royal Knights fight before, had seen them challenge the unholy armies that Devimon caste had rallied round their corrupted call. The Royal Knights were the most powerful Digimon to have ever been created, surpassing the might that were the Sovereigns. It was laughable for anyone to think that anything short of another Royal Knight could take one down. The call to war, the yearning to fight against these demons, it filled him so! With the eternal drums playing in his mind he threw his pawed fist into the air and let out a ferocious roar.
"To victory," he bellowed, "to peace!"
The other Digimon answered his war cry would a resounding cry of their own, a startling mix of howls, screeches, shrieks and barks that filled the air. "To victory," they recited back amidst their screams, "to peace!"
The call to war sped up, and he felt his heart swell with pride. Yes, this was what he wanted, this was the sensation he craved, the need to fight. The viral army of the late LadyDevimon responded to the roar with their twisted own war cry. They jeered and insulted the smaller group of under-evolved Digimon, snarling and sneering at them; viewing them with the same disgust a Digimon would view a bug. Yet for all their bluster some felt wary about the resistance and determination that their inferior vaccine cousins were showing. The majority however felt overconfident, sure in their superiority over the small group of Ultimate's and Champions. They, after all, represented the finest in the viral armies of the corrupted. When the wave of Ultimate's and Mega-level Digimon attempted to penetrate their outer defenses, they slaughtered them without mercy. The initial surprise had taken a few of their comrades out but their overwhelming might and numbers had overtaken the staunch resistance and the attack had changed been a game of hide-and-destroy afterwards. Naturally the viral Digimon won the game.
With more stupidity than bravery, a Matadormon floated towards the still burning ball of fire, hovering just a few meters away from it. Matadormon was one of the new Digimon that had emerged around the same time as the Devimon family, an Ultimate-level Digimon that was deadlier than this baggy appearance let on. He smiled at the inferno revealing a set of razor sharp teeth and parted his pink cloak to the side with his bladed arms, splitting his fingers part into five razor sharp blades. "To victory," he chanted in mockery of the war cry, throwing his arms in the air, casting a grim shadow on the ground, "to corruption, to destruction! To the end of peace and serenity!"
He sneered.
"Your little Knight is done for. If we could delete a Royal Knight, what makes you think you can stop us?"
GrapLeomon could only shake his luscious golden mane in disbelief at his words. What a fool, not just Matadormon but all of the viral digimon in the mountains. Did they honestly think it would be that easy to delete a Royal Knight, the guardians of the Network and beings on a level that was beyond even of the Holy Sovereigns that it defied imagination? He could scarcely imagine what they were thinking. It was also sad, in his opinion, that they believed they had deleted the Omnimon, the fusion culmination of two of the strongest Digimon in the Virus Busters Family in the Digital World.
The thought was laughable.
Then the inferno began to dissipate and Matadormon's laugh was a cut short as soon as he opened the slits that he had for eyes. Comically they widened to an impossible size as he found himself staring down the barrel of Omnimon's cannon just centimeters from his face. GrapLeomon could imagine the looks of terror that viral Digimon had as Omnimon emerged from the ball of fire unharmed, the white knight unmarked and untainted. He stared distastefully at the awestruck viral Digimon who realized, too late as energy began to mass in the cannon, that they were all out of their league. A blue-white beam enveloped Matadormon's head and cut through the mountain range, leaping a gaping hole through the rocky side.
With an unsettling smile on his face, GrapLeomon roared in triumph. Lord Omnimon be praised, they were going to wipe this army off the face of the Digital World. The strongest viral army in the Digital World was going to be destroyed today and after that, the small groups would be hunted down and deleted back to whatever pit spawned them. Veedramon let out a higher-pitched roar but one that shared the same determination and spirit. "Are we late?" A thunderous voice demanded from above.
Blocking the sun with his hand, GrapLeomon roared in approval, ignoring the irritated and disgruntled look on Veedramon's face. Several Greymon roared in anticipation, each carried by two Aidramon's and leading the group were two MetalGreymon's, hovering above his head as they slowly eased their way down. "Is that… Lord Omnimon?" One of the MetalGreymon asked, staring in awe at the white knight that hovered between the vaccine army and the viral army.
"It is," confirmed GrapLeomon.
Now the call to war grew louder, pounding in his head. Yes, the time was coming, the time where everything would change. Surely the viral Digimon realized how doomed they were, that it was impossible to attain victory. The addition of the Greymon only hastened their defeat even if Omnimon didn't intervene.
"Victory and peace," GrapLeomon roared again.
"Victory and peace," the Digimon screamed again.
"For Omnimon!" The MetalGreymon roared as they flapped their wings and took into the air, lunging towards the mountain with their cadre of Greymon stomping after them. GrapLeomon let out a hearty laugh as he and the others gave chase, rushing towards the base of the mountain. "Giga Destroyer," they said, firing two nuclear missiles from their chest silos as they rushed past Omnimon.
Omnimon cocked his head in amusement.
"Electronic Blast Sword!"
A Tekkamon threw himself forward, brandishing his sword as he rushed towards the missiles, electrical energy coursing through his blade. His face bore a twisted parody of a jagged smile and his eyes widened in glee as he brought his blades crashing down on the missile…
And vanished in a horrific explosion.
"Giga Destroyer," the MetalGreymon bellowed again, firing more missiles at the mountain as they covered the advance of the vaccine army. Despite the obvious disadvantage their girth should have given them, they avoided the majority of attacks that came their way, terrifying nuclear explosions rocking the mountain and the air. One of the Airdramon howled in pain as several beams cut through its skin, letting out a mournful groan as it slowly fell from the sky, dissolving into data.
Omnimon narrowed his eyes as another Airdramon was deleted. He couldn't intervene though, not yet anyway. The time was here and yet it wasn't here. The culmination of centuries of planning and manipulation behind the backs of the other Royal Knights was taking fruit. It was close; he could feel the power levels of the vaccine army rising as they fed on the drums, the data signal implanted in each of them. Even now, the champions were feeling the effects, and soon the Ultimate's would as well. It was no coincidence that this continent had not felt the danger of the viral threats until now. There was a reason why this continent had the largest concentration of digimon in the Digital World and it wasn't because it had been relatively untouched by the conflicts that ravaged the other digital continents. The signal was in every Digimon on the continent
Thousands of Digimon.
He watched as the Metal Greymon began to glow, their body's shimmering as they tapped into an energy that yearned to be released.
He extended his blade, and slowly floated towards the mountain, carving incoming blasts in half seamlessly. What cretins these viral digimon were, corrupted parodies of what Digimon represented. When everything was over, the Digital world would be free of viral digimon forever.
And then, as the local army clashed with the larger and ferocious army of the late LadyDevimon, bursts of white light erupted from every Digimon, enveloping their bodies as the small cores, pieces of his own core in fact, bloomed and infected every channel in their bodies, filling them with his might and ideals, the centuries of warfare and loss he had felt, of betrayal and disgust. Then the first voices began their roar...
Now.
"Aidramon warp-Digivolve to…"
"GrapLeomon Digivolve to..."
"Tentomon warp-Digivolve to..."
"Woodmon Digivolve to..."
"Veedramon warp-Digivolve to..."
"Greymon warp-Digivolve to..."
"MetalGreymon Digivolve to…"
