The dice of fate were thrown once more and it clearly wasn't for good, as I nervously looked at the enormous structure that sat at the foot of the mountain.
A gate, one identical to the one that opened on the plains of Alnus , unfortunately, his king was informed of this, and with that he gave the order once again, however, he knew the danger they were exposed to by passing through that gate.
What if they attacked a nation far worse than Alnus ? But there was an idea, a thought in the royal advisors' chamber.
What if the JSDF alone was the most dangerous nation in the world to the Japanese?
Of course, it was a possibility, and it was a very great opportunity that should be taken full advantage of, so His Majesty approved the idea of assembling an expedition with seven infantry legions.
Each one with around fifteen thousand troops, and a commander, of course, he was a commander of those legions, no matter how much it hurts him.
Since the people he was charged with leading into battle were mostly peasants, who had no choice but to go to their deaths out of obligation, since, if they did not accept, they would make enemies of the empire and their entire family would be sold as slaves.
If it had been an enemy of his world, and not another like the Japan of the JSDF, they would have assured, or at least the victory was visible, since his majesty was so benevolent as to buy mercenaries who rode in a pack of Wyverns .
They called themselves the "Dragon Tamers" A group of thieves in their eyes, but surprisingly they were noble, when they were paid a certain price for their services.
The truth is, he wished he had died on the battlefield a long time ago, and never witness the cruelties of the world again; it was a hypocritical thought, he knew.
Marcus sighed.
He was tired, he had prayed to the gods all day that this expedition would be a success, and not unleash the fury of a titan equal to or worse than Japan.
He still remembered the brutal scene of seeing how a unified army fell in one night, by a small group of this kingdom called "Japan"
Because he survived and went to inform the empire that attacking the people of Alnus again was suicide, since they easily wiped out one hundred thousand soldiers of the best category. Not to mention that several nobles, both from the empire and from neighboring countries, were massacred by the invisible arrows that the people of Alnus launched.
Thanks to his "heroic" act, the king moltd granted him the rank of Legatus .
With that, his life was secured in the rearguard, he never thought he would suffer in life again, but, the gods were existences with twisted mentalities, and with that, once again he was on the battlefield.
The gods were cruel.
Their dice fell, a door opened. A new enemy, a weak one, or one much worse.
"You look exhausted."
Marcus, I look at him with a friendly smile.
I was, I didn't want to go through what happened with Alnus again , much less with his family around.
Due to his status as " Legatus " his family now had to be close by, as he had not yet secured a house in the upper boroughs of the empire, and with his newborn daughter it was logical to bring his family with him, as, as legatus , his family would be in the safest part of the battlefield.
"Is it noticeable?"
"At first glance, but please have faith, I know the gods will help us, trust in His Majesty's army" Marcus spoke with sincerity, and enviable confidence.
Canon, he was not a heretic, but, after what he witnessed in Alnus , it was difficult to think that they could win, especially now with an unknown enemy that possibly comes from the same world as the people who annihilated more than one hundred thousand men.
He sighed, took a deep breath until his lungs were full, and then let it out, repeating the process a couple of times, until he felt calm.
"Much better?" I ask, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, absolutely." He smiled now with a faint smile, but the insecurity and anxiety still waned inside him.
"It would be better to go in, you may be at the same rank as him, but…"
"I know, nobles are shit…" He straightened up, walking towards the tent that was a couple of meters away, of course, he looked at it with mixed emotions, it wasn't his first time in a meeting with other " Legatus " But, it was different, this time the fate of all these people was going to be decided.
"Good luck," Marcus said goodbye with a handshake, to which he only responded with a nod.
"…"
He didn't say anything, he knew that, not both of them knew it, they were brothers in arms, but, due to the difference in ranks now, they could no longer protect each other, but, they trusted each other, and he knew that Marcus was capable of protecting himself.
Unless, with beings from their world…
He entered the tent, where he could see six men, each one more different from the last.
"You're late, Canon Legatus ." His voice sounded irritated, no wonder.
The title of legatus . Originally only achieved through nobility, being of high birth, they were able to reach and report directly to Her Majesty through their heroic achievement—not only being one of the few survivors, but also dedicating their lives to the empire.
Because of that, many nobles, mostly those who were here, did not like that a simple and filthy peasant (in their eyes) had such an honorable title, however, the word of his majesty King Moltd , was law.
The nobles present were more than displeased that a commoner like him had a noble title like the one he now had.
But, he earned it, despite having escaped from the battlefield, it hurt him, but, on the battlefield there is no honor.
And he learned that the hard way.
Many of his allies begged to be saved, his eyes showed how they all agonized, writhing in pain, but he could not help any of them.
"I'm sorry, but I had important things to do…"
"More important than leading His Majesty's army?" THE legatus pullus , he asked with venom in his voice, the others looked at him over their chins, clearly trying to tell him where they stood.
"Of course not, just-"
"It doesn't matter what you have to say, since your word…" He paused, then sighed. "No matter, moving on." He finished, then looked at the map he had drawn a couple of hours ago.
"The cartographers mapped the entire area within a four-mile radius, because this area was so remote from neighboring countries that not even the nearby kingdom of King Argana knew of the existence of this area." Matiuz Legatus , he informed, tracing the entire area near the door with his finger.
"Has there been a report from the other side of the door?" Canon spoke, and everyone looked at him with annoyed eyes, but they all swallowed their words before spitting them out.
"None, according to the report of one of the survivors of Alnus , as long as none of our people pass, the door will not open on the other side."
Canon, I look at the man with sharp eyes.
"I never knew anything about that, Wodaway Legatus " His voice came out cold, however, none of the men flinched.
"There was no need for that report for a commoner like you."
"Excuse me, but if that's true, it's best to step back before the door opens on the other side." Completely ignoring the noble canon's displeasure, I try to be rational.
"And make His Majesty look ridiculous, as much as the rest of us? We'd rather die than do that." Everyone present, except for the canon, nodded.
Clenching his fists and lips, he ignored everything around him, he knew, he wasn't going to achieve anything against these people, it was five against one, however.
What bothered him most about all this was that the innocent people who were dragged into fighting and proud soldiers like his friend Marcus were going to die, and besides, they weren't even an equation in all of this, he hated it.
He was happy to have earned a noble title, but at the same time, he hated it. He was happy because he could finally provide a life full of luxury and love for both his wife and his daughter.
But, seeing this side of the nobles, and everything he had to do from now on he hated, sacrificing people like cattle, innocent people, both adults, elderly and boys and girls.
"Continuing with the planning, we will send all the beasts as meat shields, once the monsters, such as trolls , goblins , ogres, and demi-humans pass through the gate, our soldiers, along with the dragon knights, will be able to annihilate the beings on the other side."
The plan was simple, send everything "non-human" to the front, and then the soldiers of the empire would attack the enemy.
"Of course, there will be looting and kidnapping to dominate the enemy army."
Canon, sigh, there was nothing to do now, if they had planned everything behind his back.
"Inform your legions that preparations must be ready by tomorrow at dawn, that each line be prepared," said the Legatus. fadaway . The others attended, Canon being no exception, not wanting to continue listening to all this crap.
He turned around, to start leaving the tent.
"Such disrespect, you worthless pig…"
"It's normal coming from a commoner like him, who isn't even capable of dying with pride - "
"You better shut your fucking mouth! Don't you dare say we should die with pride, when all you do is smell the shit accumulated in your damn mansion, stupid noble!" I shouted angrily, looking into the nobles' annoyed eyes.
"…"
Silence reigned, only for Canon to turn around and leave the tent, the nobles looked at him with annoyed eyes, but none said anything.
He knew that nothing he said at first would work, after all, nobles are nothing but selfish pigs, even if he was the exception, but he would bear it, all for his wife and daughter.
Finishing with all this shit, Canon quickly left the tent not wanting to spend any more time in that place.
He walked along the muddy paths created by the rains, completely unaware of what was happening around him, even ignoring how his toes were covered in manure and mud.
He reached his cabin, located southeast of the gate. It was guarded by several guards patrolling the surroundings of the camp. They all bowed to him, but he ignored them. He opened the small curtain that served as a door and saw that the cabin was moderately tidy.
He took off his sandals, which were covered in mud and manure, rinsed his feet with a little water, and walked towards the living room, which contained a table, some chairs, and a few silver cups.
He took the chair and sat down, sighing once more, the day had been tiring, he had to reorganize every empty post in his legion, he had to walk from one side to the other to see that everything was in its place, verify that each legionary was in good condition.
He looked to his left, where he could see a thin, fine curtain, he could see his wife lying down with his daughter in her arms, her face softened, all his problems vanished, but, worry weakened his heart.
Tomorrow, they can win or they can sentence themselves to death.
He was afraid, afraid that something would happen to his wife and daughter, because of his untimely promotion and his lack of funding they had to be here, but, he would take Marcus at his word.
He will have faith in the gods this time.
"It's late, I should rest…"
He got up from his chair, walked over to the bed, moved the thin curtain, and looked at his wife fast asleep, his little daughter in her arms clinging to her, he smiled, said nothing, and did nothing but let them sleep.
If she went to bed, her daughter would most likely wake up crying, so she just headed to her chair to spend the night there.
"…"
The war horn was heard all around, the sun had risen, it was the signal, he straightened up in his place, only to smell the pleasant smell of food, he looked to the sides only to see his wife smiling, her emerald eyes looking at him with love and tenderness.
"You should have slept with us…"
She pouted, but only stretched. Only to slump over at the sudden onset of back pain.
"I'm sorry, but if I had done that, Berea. She would have woken up."
"Putting her back to sleep wouldn't have been a problem for me, darling."
"Still, you had to rest, par-"
"Canon Legatus !"
His eyes twitched, he watched as his wife just slammed her hand on the table, only for her to smile gently, he knew that smile.
"I appreciate you worrying about me, but you should think about yourself too. You never have a moment to rest, you know." He looked at his wife, who gave him a worried, and above all, sad look.
Because he couldn't afford to pay for subordinates, he had to do all the work, which is why he couldn't spend more time with his family.
Snapping out of his thoughts, the second war horn sounded throughout the camp, and with it, Berea, his daughter, woke up. He stood up and looked at his wife. They both looked at each other, they knew.
"I have to go…"
"You should at least bring breakfast…"
"I don't have time, I have to-"
"I know, we'll wait for your return, darling."
They stared at each other for a few moments, until they leaned closer and shared a passionate kiss, which was blessed with the cries of his daughter, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Canon. He pulled away from his wife to look into her eyes.
"I'll be back"
She nodded, watched as Canon headed to the entrance to put on her sandals, and left.
"May the Gods protect you"
"…"
He stood back, watching as the troops walked slowly toward the door, his heart trembled, it seemed like it wanted to leave his chest and never return, his body trembled.
He was afraid, but he shouldn't be, he was in the rearguard, if something bad happened, he would simply give the order to retreat, and run away, as fast as he could.
The horn sounded once more, he could see how the tamed trolls , ogres, and hobgoblins went to the front, to provide greater cover for the legionaries, the dragon riders were preparing to take flight, once the door appeared on the other side.
The rabbit wars were on the sides, once again to provide cover, although some of them stayed with the archers in the rear, everything was going well.
But, his fear was terrible, he could feel the sweat running down his back.
He gripped his horn tightly, and blew it, with that his troops advanced, there was no turning back, if he left now, he would become an enemy of the kingdom, and his family would be sold into slavery, so, this was his destiny, he was going to win or die.
He watched as his troops disappeared into the shadows of the gate, and with that, he advanced with his horse. He looked back once more, watching as the reserve troops lingered, but he shifted his gaze from his mount to a specific tent. He gritted his teeth and reined in his horse.
"May the gods protect me…"
"…."
Boom Boom Boom Boom ,
I 'll cut you off easily ,
read it easily flach ,
not said with to me,
Steck you in my house
Boom Boom Boom Boom "
The jukebox could be heard throughout the cafeteria where they were, she hummed it, it was a song that all soldiers like them liked to listen to, since it was finally the day where the Third Reich was crowned as the superpower that it was.
And it was finally the day when the filthy Americans fell, before the supremacy of the Reich.
" Hauptsturmführer , may I take your order?"
The friendly waitress approaches her commander.
" Milchkaffe , please," she said, her smile, though kind, was a cold one filled with malice.
"You?"
"Same, haup - "
"Come on, Meyer, we're off duty."
The blonde woman's gaze was piercing; if she said anything else, she'd surely be sent to guard one of the concentration camps outside of Berlin ...
"Same as Miss Engel."
The waitress just wrote her order, bowed, and left.
"You don't have to be so formal, Meyer."
"I can't do that, haup -" Her line of dialogue ended when Frau Engel gave her an annoyed look.
"I can't be so direct with you, Fräulein Engel."
"Bah, I already told you, now that you're under my command, get used to it…"
She sighed in defeat, looking out the window as the " Soldiers " walked back and forth, greeted with smiles by the citizens of the Reich. It had been fifteen years since the war ended, with the submission and vassal status of the Americans, and the resistance forces were wiped out and hunted down by the woman in front of her.
Mrs. Irene Engel.
Now, her new "mentor" although previously under the care of the Führer , now that he was about to leave power, to leave it in the hands of Heinrich Himmler, due to his old age, and his insanity disorders, it was the best for everyone when he announced his retirement, of course, all the patriots of the German Nationalist, cried, for the retirement of the greatest leaders that this nation has had, of course, this was only a moment as he said, although now, without wars, and now that only remains to live in peace.
Even with the USSR, and the Empire of the Rising Sun.
Despite these two great superpowers, the three nations now on earth signed a non-aggression peace agreement, since if the three powers go to war, the world will most likely go to ruin.
Even more so now, with the technology that the three nations have developed, but that is a scenario that will never be seen.
The differences were resolved once, when the Führer began to age. Apparently, age made him reflect on many things. She could see that, she saw him when she was on the balcony of her room.
The back of a man, who did everything in his power to achieve his goals, swept away all his enemies, all the Jews, all the blacks, and all those who opposed the Reich.
But more than that, it was the back of a tired man, he lived a hard life, and he was about to leave.
"Here you go, I hope you enjoy it." He snapped out of his thoughts when the cups hit the table.
"Of course, this is my favorite coffee shop after all."
Frau Engel smiled kindly, making the waitress smile.
They both drank the coffee with milk, and savored it with their eyes closed, feeling their taste buds tingle.
It was a moment of silence, where the only thing playing was the song that had just finished on the jukebox.
"How much do you think, Meyer?" Miss Engel's calm gaze was something very few people could see, much less in public.
Zelinda Von Meyer looked into the eyes of the Iron Lady, who looked at her with pity.
"It's about the…"
She hummed into her coffee, looked up, looked away, and after a few seconds gave him a jovial look.
"The Führer is not eternal, Meyer, sooner or later this was bound to happen, and besides, it is a miracle that he has lived so long despite his poor health, all of Germany knows it, and when that happens it will not be only you who will be sad, Meyer" She said, with a smile, but, although she did not know it, behind that smile melancholic feelings resided like a silent lake.
"I understand, it's just a selfish thought," she rolled the tip of her gloved finger along the rim of the cup…
"You're too sentimental, Meyer, are you sure Reinhard trained you?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course, yes! The Oberstgruppenführer - "
"Shut up, you don't need to say it in full. I know her rank. She made you too polite, that's why you're so sentimental…"
With all the time they've been together, it's amazing to see how a woman like Frau Engel, the woman who moved heaven and earth just to kill a group of resistance fighters, it's... curious to see how she behaves like a "normal" woman.
No, clearly that wasn't it, it's just been so long that all she has left is to interact with more members of our nation, which is why she only lets the gaps in her broken personality be seen.
"Well, the Beherrscher Reinhard said that if I wanted to make the Führer and our nation proud, I had to be-"
"Yes, yes, typical of him, wanting to instill his way of being in the others under his tutelage," Frau Engel spoke over her, Zelinda just sighed.
"Well, since we're talking about him, tell me , Meyer , what did the 'Great Reinhard' teach you in these ten years?" He seemed to shrug his shoulders to look her straight in the eyes. The sea-blue eyes seemed to look directly into her. But the golden eyes looked directly into her.
"Heh…" She snorted, drinking directly from the lukewarm cup of coffee with milk.
"Is everything okay, Fraulein ?"
"Yes, I can see that Reinhard taught you something important, without you realizing it."
Zelinda , sigh.
"…"
"I hope they come back soon."
The two left the café and walked slowly through the busy streets of the heart of Berlin. They both watched as the citizens walked by, each one downplaying the two women who walked proudly.
"It's peaceful…"
Zelinda looked at her superior as he smiled calmly, before putting on her black beret.
"Remembering good times, Fraulein ?"
She hummed, looking up at the orange sky, watching as several zeppelins came and went, and she also watched as airplanes and birds flew by.
"I wouldn't say good times, but enjoyable ones."
"I can imagine," was his response.
He knew what she was capable of; he knew she would even take nuclear submarines just to hunt down a group of men, or how she would move an entire infantry army for just one man, and in the end, she succeeded. She was commemorated by the Führer and for her exploits. The people loved her, even though she herself told them not to show her respect in public.
"Okay, Meyer. I'll see you tomorrow at 6:00, same place as always."
"Understood!"
She snorted, turned around, and walked away. I watched the imposing figure of the blonde woman, her strong, confident stride, but, yes. Just like everyone else. Broken people, people with twisted mindsets, like her.
Many of his superiors, the people he admires, despite being a group of humans who have murdered millions, were also people who sacrificed him to achieve their goals.
"I guess the teacher is right."
People, no matter how strong they are, sooner or later fall with the passage of time, remember that. We are human; we sacrifice a lot to receive little.
Of course, people often regret or overthink things they may have done in the past, for example. The Führer may regret it someday, or he may do so in time.
People begin to reflect as they get closer to their deathbed.
Remember, never regret, keep going.
He shook his head. Thinking about it won't make the situation better. It's better to think about the future. Yes, that's better.
"I'd better hurry, or I'll be late for dinner—"
"…"
At that same moment, he could hear people screaming, until he heard gunshots from the soldiers patrolling the houses.
An enemy attack? No, that shouldn't be possible. If that happened, a world war would break out again, and with the advancement of technology, the chaos and destruction would be unimaginable.
The technology on both sides is such that Japan was able to create large-scale robots that almost resemble knights. The USSR was able to put cities in the sky, and their nation, the Reich, has created all of the aforementioned and is now capable of traveling to and from the moon. Just like the other two nations.
Death and destruction-
He came out of his thoughts, when he could see what he never thought he would see outside of a book, a dragon?
The beast launched its flame at several soldiers who were shooting at it with their high-caliber rifles, the flame swallowed them completely, but, due to flamethrower attacks in the past, scientists applied several tricks to the new uniforms.
So, the suit and the soldier will not die, unless a huge bomb is thrown at them.
The bullets penetrated the beast.
She ran, and pulled out her pistol, she watched as the soldiers massacred the beast with their Sturmgewehr , the bullets fell like a downpour on the beast, but, before they realized it the rider on its back jumped, with a sword?
Distant shots were heard, and they looked in his direction.
They looked her up and down, to stand firm.
"Report!"
"We don't know what's going on, but we've received an attack signal from the central zone—"
Before he finished, several roars were heard in the sky, only to see the dragons spread across the sky, he could easily count more than a hundred, but, he could hear exactly how the thunderous gunshots spread across the area.
But just at that moment another dragon was approaching with ferocity, the citizens were running like helpless ants, some even getting out of their cars.
"Fire!"
He ordered, the soldiers unloaded their entire magazine to bring down the beast, the dragon plummeted crushing several civilians.
"Shit, everyone get to the emergency bunkers!" Everyone looked at her and nodded. "Move, move!" I shouted.
"YOU TWO." The soldiers looked at her attentively. "Good work."
I shout to get his radio out.
"This is Obergruppenführer . Zelinda From Meyer "
"I receive it-"
"I need immediate support in central Berlin, we're being attacked by dragons!"
"Roger, Hauptsturmführer Irene Frau Engel reports the same."
"All right, I sent the reinforcements."
Luftwaffe will be on its way immediately. "
"Send the Herr immediately too."
I hear the screams that spread all around, looking like colored beasts, so much, goblins, ogres, and women with rabbit ears?
I watched as the ogres raised their masses of trees to beat and massacre civilians, the goblins were no different with their small swords, and the war women kidnapped children, and women.
She gritted her teeth, leveled her pistol, and fired at the goblins and ogres. Her 32ml bullets pierced their skulls, knocking their brains out the other side. She shot at every beast in front of her. The war women stared at her in astonishment, and she fired without scruple.
"…"
After a few minutes, where she was entrenched with other soldiers, the roar of the Luftwaffe engine was heard , the dissipated sounds were heard like lightning, and the herr was heard like a hurricane.
"…"
Anxiety gnawed at his insides, the exploration troops passed the gate, with several legions, his legion the last one had to leave once the other legatus sent a messenger, several of his soldiers and wyveern knights were excited, but he was oblivious to that feeling, due to the blackness of the gate it was impossible for him to distinguish what was ahead, some of his men who were carrying the torches seemed exhausted from moving it from one arm to another.
The sixth horn was heard and it was his signal, he blew his own for everyone to advance, the smiles on his men, it was the clear underestimation of the people of this world, but, he only wished that everything would go well.
I was wrong.
Invisible arrows rained down upon his people, mechanical beasts decimated his troops, magical blasts rained down from side to side, iron dragons spit their power upon his dragon knights, metal golems slew his ogres with red hot swords, rabbit warriors were captured and overpowered, he could see how his army of over fourteen thousand men was reduced by this army of few men.
"!" He didn't know how or when, when a metal beast pulled him from his saddle, the horse whinnied as an iron golem split it in half with its blade.
"* ?!"
From the golem a voice and a language he didn't know spoke to him, but, of course, he didn't understand it.
But what he did understand later was that the metal beast that had pulled him from his mount was going to kill him, and just as he tried to free himself, the beast crushed his head.
"…"
She hummed, the food she was making was delicious without a doubt.
"Your daddy will love it, honey."
She smiled enthusiastically as she watched her daughter look at her with a smile. She knew she didn't understand, but she still spoke to her. It's been over a week since her husband passed through the door with the blessing of the gods, and if he hasn't returned it's because he's been successful in his mission.
She feels sorry, her husband has won.
And when he returns he will be a man of status.
"Although it already is…" She smiled, tasting the food from the spoon.
She continued humming, until the sound of the horn was present, she smiled, to put out the fire with water, to take Berea, her daughter and leave the tent.
I observe many people who stayed behind, to maintain the camp, all waiting patiently until a strange sound invaded the entire area.
It was like a super heavy cart trying to move on the paved street.
No one said or did anything; everyone waited expectantly until they could see them: metal beasts shaped like animals, and iron giants standing with red swords. And in the middle of it all, a woman in black clothes stood wearing a metal mask .
"*!" The beasts ran with force and from their backs they began to launch invisible arrows, explosions began to be heard and the golems jumped from one side to the other splitting and killing everything in front of them.
Chaos began to take over the entire world, the remaining citizens ran from one side to the other with their souls in their throats, everyone wanted to get as far away as they could from the metal beasts, but the invisible arrows were faster.
However, that wasn't the only thing they had to get away from, the beasts were faster, more agile, and much stronger, with a huge leap they were a few meters away from them, and with a run they were in their metal snouts being dismembered.
The situation was surreal, no, she knew firsthand that a scenario that could develop like this, only…, She decided to lie to herself.
He ran as fast as he could with his daughter in his arms, he decided to hide in his own tent, however, his daughter began to cry in his arms, in desperation he decided to cover her mouth to stifle her screams.
However, she knew, if this had happened, her husband, her husband of over five years, was now…
Footsteps were heard, he went under his bed, his daughter still crying in his arms, her cries muffled in his hand, he could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, and there he could see them, metal legs.
His claws were like swords, and she could see him clutching the flimsy carpet.
The beast's growls echoed, and before she knew it, the beast's paw shot up, throwing the bed away from her. She didn't hesitate, she got up to start running, but unexpectedly, she fell.
Her daughter fell from her arms, the little girl fell into the rubble and began to cry loudly, pain took over her body, she looked down seeing that both of her legs were missing, she bit her lower lip so hard that blood spurted out.
The beast's footsteps were heard once again, I look ahead where the beast now stood imposingly, his daughter under the animal, the bastard's snout suddenly opened only for it to momentarily begin to devour his daughter in front of his face.
The sound of the crushed flesh was like a sepulchral chant, he ignored everything around him, the screams, and the explosions fell on his deaf ears, where the only thing he could hear was how his daughter's bones were easily chewed, it was like hearing how a twig is crushed on one's feet.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The beast seemed pleased, and the only thing that happened next was that the animal jumped towards her.
"…."
Being angry was not enough, he was furious, the seventy-six-year-old man, in addition to being one of the most powerful in the world, adding his unhinged psychosis and the fact that he was going to retire in a few days.
He gathered all his generals in his office. If the situation had not been explained to him in time, he would most likely have started the Third World War without hesitation, literally unleashing hell on earth, but his rage was muted.
"Let's recap, let my senile mind analyze everything once more."
Everyone in the room nodded, leaving the Führer to take his time to think about the situation.
"First, a 'door' to another world opened, where Roman people attacked us, with all kinds of primitive weapons, and fantasy beasts from books. Are you telling me that all of that is happening?" His voice trailed off, as he tightly gripped the staff in his left hand.
"Yes, all that is happening, my leader…"
The atmosphere was tense, you could almost feel like in years of yesteryear, where each of them decided the fate of the nation, not until the evolution in technology was innovated by-
"Are you sure this isn't an attack by our neighbors?" His eyes looked at each of those present, everyone looked into his eyes, no one was going to flinch, not out of fear, but because everyone knew that look was living proof that, despite not being the same man he once was, he is still willing to do whatever it takes to protect the Reich.
"No, we've sent an advance force to secure the perimeter. We haven't located the area via satellite, so it's probably not one of our 'Allies.'"
Fuhrer 's gaze softened, but that doesn't mean he has calmed down.
"However, we have captured several enemy soldiers, and our scientists are also studying these mythological beasts in depth."
Hermann Göring, speaking, sat next to Heinrich Himmler, each looking at the other.
"I see… Who is in charge of this investigation?"
"Wilhem, my Führer "
He seemed to hum to himself as he closed his eyes.
"The interrogation?" I ask, without opening my eyes.
"Hendrich and his SS division"
"He?"
"Yes, he was curious about how his method of torturing and interrogating these 'rabbit women' would work."
Hitler seemed to smile at her words. It was only natural; the silver lion was looking for a way to vent his misery at the inept beings who dared to attack his nation. He couldn't even imagine what the Reich's executioner would do to them.
Silence reigned in the room, no one wanted to interrupt each other's thoughts.
"By the way, who's leading the raid into this new world?"
Heinrich Himmler seemed to lick his lips.
"The one in charge of this job is Frau Irene Engel. "
"…."
The screams were the welcome they gave her, but she was furious, no, being furious was an understatement, she was crazy, drowning in anger.
After escaping from her subordinate, it turns out that Roman legionaries attacked her nation, carrying mythological beasts. What kind of surreal shit was that? Either way, she wouldn't forgive them.
He went down the mountain and there he smelled the burning flesh, the scorched earth, and the cries of misery of these inferior beings gave him unparalleled pleasure.
It was a scene that I missed with pure nostalgia, I watched as the panzergoliats finished massacring the residents, I watched as the panzerhubs and the panzertigers swirled around them.
"Survivors?"
"Ten"
A man's voice came from the panzergoliat .
"information?"
"Satellite information is not working, it seems that the information from the—"
"Don't mention it," Frau Engel spoke over the soldier, looked around from her position, and smiled.
" Zelinda , bring the troops," he spoke into his radio, never expecting a response. He immediately put his radio away and began to descend the foot of the mountain.
Behind her, Zelinda Von Meyer, at the head of a dozen soldiers, each equipped with state-of-the-art weapons, various vehicles, both tracked and new-generation tanks, were sent.
Zelinda 's passage with the troops was the passage of death that idiotic people unleashed on this poor world.
Each one of them was determined, they were going to kill, they were going to torture, they were going to take it out on the inept people who dared to touch their people, and their nation.
"The orders were clear," Engel spoke from her position, her voice amplified by the forward radio. She licked her lips. "Kill and destroy, so that not a single resident of the Saderan Empire remains ," she said softly, and everyone raised their right arms.
"However, due to the Fuhrer 's ideologies , both flora and fauna will not be exploited." She smiled at the order not to contaminate a possible world for the Reich.
"However, we have orders to search the area where we are, so. Panzerhubs and Panzertigers , search." At his command, the metal beasts began moving forward at breakneck speed.
"Okay, everyone, let's clear the area once more, Goliath, " he ordered, so that everyone nodded. At that very moment, a cannonball came out of his right arms. They began to move, to stand over the corpses. They aimed and a huge flame began to come out.
"…."
She opened her eyes, felt the warm touch of her sweet companion, could feel his chest rise and fall slowly due to his breathing, she moved gently so as not to wake him, put on her clothes with magic and left the room.
She stretched like a cat, watching all these people coming and going from the JSDF facilities, each of the soldiers greeted her as if she were nothing special, they all knew her from sneaking into Lieutenant Itami 's room .
Rory Mercury smiled as he headed toward the exit.
She greeted any soldier who greeted her, it was not unusual to see her, let alone know where she came from.
She looked for her group of friends, and she could see them, Lelei and Tuka , talking about trivial things.
"Good morning," she greeted, approaching so that both women could greet her.
One thing he loved about this was the tranquility with which he began to live despite being an apostle of the God of death Emroy .
Besides, he hadn't received an execution order, so there was no problem in settling in a place like this.
"I see you are thoughtful, Miss Rory" Lelei was the first to speak, while Tuka just drank from her cup.
"Really?" She smiled, humming to herself, as she watched the little mage glare at her. "I was just thinking, this time of life has been pretty peaceful, like I'm used to."
"Well, if you say so, I can imagine, but I don't think that was the only quiet part of your life, was it?"
"Certainly, after all, there were times like these, but, not living with people from another world"
"Speaking of which, I've been studying the door."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, however, I haven't been able to come up with a logical or accurate answer as to how it works at the moment, but-"
"Is it like a border?"
"I thought someone like you would know…"
"Don't be discouraged, it's normal for a door like that to have that function, after all, it connects two worlds" Rory gave her a calm smile, to which Lelei just sighed.
"However, is it possible that another door will open?"
Eyes fell on Tuka , who spoke out of nowhere.
"Well, it's possible, but, I don't think the gods are that careless…, right?" Lelei looked at Rory who just shrugged.
"The gods are petty, my dear, even though the god I serve is the god of death, he still wouldn't hesitate to leave this world to its fate, just because of his selfishness," he said, not ignoring the horrified faces of the two 'girls'.
"Even-"
"Yes, even if this world is on the brink of destruction, it is something I have learned in my nine hundred years."
She smiled, watching as they both just sighed in defeat.
She knew it very well, her gods, the beings she served body and soul, were petty, even if this world were to collapse, like five hundred years ago, they would do nothing, they would stay out of it, even if she begged them in prayers.
Even his own god told him.
The beings of that world must fend for themselves.
Since they are only spectators, even though they have filled the world with their influence, it does not mean that they will always be the saviors of the races.
Even though they themselves opened the doors, they will only be mere judges of what will happen.
Even if the world were to be extinguished by an enemy foreign to this world.
But, once again.
What would happen if another door opens?
Would they be kind, gentle, honorable people? Or quite the opposite?
He doesn't even want to imagine if a nation like Japan, which doesn't have an army like other countries, was able to wipe out an army of seventeen countries.
What would happen if a nation worse than Japan were to come into this world?
….
Hello, it's me, Touch me, once again with a totally different story, although I had planned to make a story like this, just for my enjoyment, in the end I ended up sharing it, of course it may have a few mistakes since it is my first time making a fanfic , alone.
Since I've always worked in groups, where my friends edited and corrected. So, once again, I apologize.
One more thing, I'm not a supporter of any political party, I'm just a fan of Gate, and Wolfenstein , I don't mean to offend or create misunderstandings, I'm just a guy with ideas purely for entertainment.
As you can see, Wolfestein X Gate. A strange combination? I've seen a lot of WW2 and Gate crossovers , but they've almost always been the same, so I decided to create my own in a completely different way.
Adding that my native language is not English, so I apologize if you find any errors in writing or grammar.
Reviews and criticisms, please be constructive.