MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Vampire God-Novel



( Two hours before deployment ) 

This was it, two hours from now all teleportation gates would be connected to the alternate dimension where the battlefield was located. 

All soldiers had been given supplies to store in their inventories as well as goods that they needed to carry on their back. 

The final military structure of the war was like this - 

The Bloodfall clan was sending an initial regiment of 600,000 strong to the battlefield. 

The 600,000 troops were made up of 4 legions of 150,000 each. 

The first legion was to be lead by Commander Max. It was responsible for constructing the fort around the orb and the troops of the first legion all carried additional reinforced concrete bricks in their backpacks before the marching orders today. 

The second legion, also known as the Coward's legion was lead by Commander Sebastian. 

Their primary role was perimeter control and they were the legion that was going to alert the rest of the army about any incoming assault. 

The third legion was led by Commander DarkSorrow and they were the specialised forces unit. 

The soldiers of the third legion carried traps, mines and other materials and were responsible for digging defensive positions and setting up ambushes to slow down enemy assault. 

Finally the fourth division had a new commander in the form of Anna and they were the ones responsible for the security of the dam. 

The soldiers of the fourth division mostly specialised in ranged combat and carried with them materials required to build the dam. 

Above all four commanders, came the real big boss Lord Ravan Bloodfall himself and his word superseded the command of the Legion Commanders. 

To keep the morale of the troops high and to ensure that the common masses remembered that their own were fighting this war. 

Max had arranged for all soldiers to march from the palace to the teleportation gate through the city, so that the departing soldiers could receive a hero's farewell. 

He as Lord Ravan alongside his clone Max would be the first to march followed by the first legion, and one after other the legions and their commanders would then follow with Anna being the last. 

As he began to put on his armour, Asiva silently helped him get dressed so that he looked his best self in front of the commoners. 

She adjusted his robes so that his shoulders would appear wider and put some ceremonial jewellery on him so that he looked like a kind and honourable Lord.

His appearance as Ravan was in stark contrast to his own appearance as Max, as Asiva also helped dress his clone who looked like an absolute warlord. 

A scar on his cheek, pitch black and red armour over his body with absolutely no covering over his massive biceps made commander Max look intimidating as hell. 

Today there were no tears in her eyes, only happiness and determination as she boosted his morale and reassured him that she would take care of everything back home and that he should focus on bringing his people glory. 

Max knew he was strong now. 

He knew that his own strength was most likely equal to the strength of the rest of his army. 

Kremeth told him that he could now go toe to toe with average tier6 god's, However, he was not exactly sure if it was enough to fight against the wielders of divine essence. 

In a way, this war was for the best. 

Because here he would have a platform to truly push himself to the utter limit and find out just how strong he was and where he ranked on the universal pecking order. 

Soon it was time for the first legion to march out as their commander Max rode to the front of the legion on his horse and commanded them all to start the March. 

A rhythmic thumping of boots could be heard as the first legion lead by Commander Max rolled out of the palace gates in front of a largely nervous and expectant crowd of commoners. 

The faces of the soldiers were blank, their expressions focused as they tried to put their mind behind the task of marching rhythmically and not focus on the nervous thoughts enveloping their minds. 

' WE THANK YOUR SERVICE! ' 

' THE BLOODFALL CLAN WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR DEBT ' 

' THANKYOU FOR PROTECTING US ALL ' 

' MAY YOU DIE BUT NOT YIELD ' 

' COME BACK TO US VICTORIOUS AND ALIVE ' 

The commoners tried to motivate the moving soldiers as they expressed their gratitudes for their service. 

The clone who rode with a charm unique to Max Rajput made eye contact with every commoner daring to make eye contact with him as he suppressed them with his aura to make them feel awe and fear for his strength so that they would not worry for his life. 

*ROAR* 

Soon a terrifying Dragon roar enveloped the entire Dombivli as a massive Black dragon flew extremely close to the palace top and flew over the marching BloodFall Clan's first legion. 

Standing over the dragon's back with his arms folded was a masked man that the entire city was familiar with. 

His ceremonial white and gold robes fluttering in the wind, he looked like the kind hearted noble that you could absolutely not mess with as he took the lead from the rest of the troops and became the first one to head towards the teleportation centre. 

" In unity we stand 

In battles we roam,

By the heart of Bloodfall,

We will bring victory home! " 

Max shouted as him along with Mira dived straight into the teleportation gate. 

" WE WILL BRING VICTORY HOME! " Max the clone said at the top of his throat as he clenched his swords and pumped his fists. 

" FIRST LEGION, MARCH TO VICTORY" 

The entire atmosphere became electric once Lord Ravan made his appearance, as his grandeur coupled with his resolve for victory broke the crowds nervousness and left them with primal energy. 

The energy began compounding and soon it could be seen on the face of every last soldier and every last citizen as the noise level in Dombivli City went through the roof with cheers and war cries. 

Soon, the entire first legion headed into the alternate dimension through the teleportation gate with the last one entering being a peculiar old man with wrinkles.

Usually being on the front end of doing the theatrics, the old man felt funny to stand on the receiving end of one today. 

But he had to admit, the execution was done so well that even he unconsciously clutched his fists in excitement. 

Now that they were departing for the alternate dimension, things were bound to get much more interesting from here on out.