Prologue - The Darkest Day: Bloody Midday

I remember that day. It was a night at our place, and I, like the rest of the American Guard soldiers, slept in the barracks. The sudden feeling of my energy being ripped out of my body woke me and everyone else in my barracks. At the same time, the laws of physics broke and in the state of California, USA, the night turned into a bloody day. Satellite communications were down, but radios and cables continued to work. 7 minutes after I woke up, the alarm sounded and like the best-armed forces in the world, the entire unit was ready in 10 minutes. Our commander gave only a short - "Los Angeles is under attack. The forces here are to immediately support the police forces in the city. Other information will be provided as soon as it becomes available." I remember that day to this day. When 'this' decision was made just a few hours later, and I saw the results, I will tell you the truth, I was thinking of shooting myself in the head at that very moment. Pure rage at these monsters kept me from committing this act.

Interview with the Legionnaire, "Death Angle", AW 23

=location: Rio de Janeiro, 3 hours from the invasion=

The Brazilian 1st Army Division fought a fierce battle in Rio de Janeiro against the monster armies. Artillery fired non-stop at more and more groups of monsters, destroying huge swaths of the once-great city. The barricades erected in every street, manned by soldiers, policemen, and anyone with guns, were under constant attack and many were left with minimal ammunition. The constant lack of communication made it impossible to know what was going on, but reports said that other cities in Brazil and around the world were under attack.

"Remove our units from the west side of the city beyond the Rio Guandu River." - said General Flávio Hamamura from his command staff - "2 Tank Brigades are to cover the retreat with infantry battalion support. Attliery is to shoot without orders at any concentrations of hostile forces. A sapper squad is to start mine-laying all the bridges over the Rio Guandu on the west side of the front immediately and blow them up as soon as our troops pass."

"GENERAL!" - shouted suddenly a panicked officer running into the command room - "We have a message from the capital!"

"Then don't wait, just read!" - Flavio shouted. He and everyone else in his Command Post were already on edge.

"Sir, yes, sir." - replied the officer - "Army General Headquarters officially declares the fall of Brasília. Due to the lack of communication, all members of the civil government must be considered dead. Command over the country is to be taken over by the highest-ranking military commander in command. End of message."

General Hamamura immediately understood what this meant, from now on he not only commanded one division and the defense of Rio de Janeiro but he had just been appointed de facto dictator of all of Brazil. The entire staff stared at the newly appointed dictator of Brazil - Flávio Hamamura.

"Then there's no way out." - said the newly appointed dictator - "I hereby introduce mass mobilization throughout the country and the entire economy is to immediately switch to a war economy. I allow, no, I order the use of all weapons to destroy the invaders. I order the burning of Rio de Janeiro immediately with Napalm. Execute orders immediately!"

=location: 20 km from Bogota, 5 hours from the invasion=

Tune in among the troops of the Colombian army was gloomy. They just got word of the fall of their capital, Bogotá. The entire population of over 7 million is considered lost. Fighting now continues in many places around the capital as the army tries to at least secure other cities. Unfortunately, the Colombian army, despite having a large number of troops, lacks armored cars, tanks, artillery, and other such vehicles.

Now those bigger guns would come in very handy because the reason why Bogotá fell wasn't just enemy numbers. No, the sheer number of their rifles can cover that. But the appearance of bloody demonic MAMMUTES was too much. These huge creatures, resistant to everything except heavier cannons and armor-piercing rounds, were unstoppable. The number of air units capable of attacking was simply too small, the same with tanks and artillery.

Losses grew and grew and nothing seemed able to stop it.

=location: Mexico City, 6h from the invasion=

The Panhard ERC 90 fired and hit Gigant in the stomach, knocking him over. Mexico's armed forces, not Mexico City itself, fought. The fighting here was mostly limited to Giants, Dire Wolves, and Trolls. Or at least that's how the soldiers described them.

The city itself was fighting not only against the invaders but also against itself. Chaos opened them up, literally and figuratively. Numerous gangs began to fight among themselves and with the army for an escape route, assaults, robberies, and other such things multiplied like ants. Mexico's military command knew what was going on. The fall of the city is only a matter of time.

In addition, Puebla and Guadalajara were also under attack, and since the communication was very unstable, it is possible that they even collapsed. Catastrophic in every sense of the word on every front.

=location: deck of USS Louisiana, 7h from invasion=

Captain Duncan Gibson stood on the bridge of his now emaciated submarine.

"Do we have any connection to command?" - asked the Captain.

"Still not, sir." - replied the officer - "Most of the other sources of communication also don't work. Only the radio. Our techs are sure it's something with the satellites."

"Continue calling." - Duncan said.

"Yes, sir." - said the officer, then went to work.

No contact with the command for over 7 hours. It all started with a black sun and a bloody sky that appeared a little after midnight, local time. Since then, the lack of communication has been driving the captain slowly mad. What if there is a nuclear war and the lack of communication is due to the lack of a government? Suddenly decided to start the last day?

But as a captain, he had to pull himself together and appear calm in front of the crew. They're a trained crew, but it's the black sun and bloody skies, coupled with the lack of communication, that has started to noticeably affect crew morale.

"Sir!" - shouted the officer suddenly - "We have communication, it's Morse code. Identification, California National Guard HQ."

"Do we have any news from them?" - Duncan asked.

"They say... It must be a mistake." - said the officer, then sent the message back to HG. Seconds later, he received confirmation - "They say the US no longer exists, and we have orders to launch Nuclear strike at... Los Angeles."

Time on the bridge seems to have stopped. A nuclear launch order to attack Moscow, Beijing, or Pyongyang has always been a possibility, but in Los Angeles?!

"Ask for confirmation and reason?!" = Duncan shouted - "They can't just order us to shoot a multi-million city in our own country, their state!?"

"Sir, it's broadcasting that Los Angeles has been completely overrun by hostile forces... and all civilians have already been evacuated or are dead... we are to destroy the hostile forces before they can do further damage." - said the officer.

"So it's really the end of the world." - said Captain Duncan Gibson, "Can we target L.A. with anything."

"No, sir, but we have a location recorded." - said the officer - "It won't be accurate, but with nuclear weapons, a difference of 100 meters is a rare difference."

What happened next was standard procedure for launching a missile from a submarine. The only difference was that the extra amount of security was disabled. Minutes later, the first city since World War II was hit by a nuclear weapon.

=location: Queanbeyan, 13h from invasion=

The monster invasion of Australia was very bad for the Australian military at first. Canberra fell within an hour and the entire Australian Capital Territory within 12 hours. All that could be done was to launch a Nuclear missile from a nearby US ship, which destroyed most of the enemy forces. But still, at least 100,000 of these creatures survived and continued their attacks. In Queanbeyan, Australian forces, specifically the 6th Brigade, were engaged in a battle with advancing monsters. Although there were over 10,000 monsters compared to a brigade with 3,200 present soldiers, they had time to prepare and set up.

Here, a slight advantage of only 3 to 1 in favor of the monsters melted in seconds. The monsters were mostly mythological satyrs, or at least something similar. They carried various primitive weapons, such as spears and axes, and even a few bows, but no armor. Compared to troops armed with F88 Austeyr, and F89 Minimi nests, this was a one-sided fight. While there were a few minotaurs that were able to withstand hits from standard ammo like 5.56, a few present Boxers with their 30mm cannons quickly swept these creatures to the afterlife.

No matter how much the creatures lost, more kept coming. And no matter how many came, the Australians held their ground. Their morale was at the highest possible level, held together by unimaginable rage, with cries of 'Revenge for Canberra'. Floating endlessly among the soldiers.

These creatures could have taken them by surprise and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Australian civilians, but when it came to fighting actual, mobilized military forces, without a 20-to-1 advantage, they had no chance.