The massive creature seized a nearby building, hurling it with crushing force toward KV-44. In a display of tactical brilliance, KV Dynamic tore open a blue portal, redirecting the trajectory of the falling skyscraper back onto the beast itself. The creature shrieked in a distorted, guttural voice, "You cannot kill me! I will turn you into zombies too!"
But from the void of the portal, the captain of the Yamato roared back, "Not today, you evil!" A devastating salvo from the battleship's 46cm guns tore through the air, vaporizing a significant portion of the monster's form. The creature growled in agony, "No! Who is attacking through the portals? Who is so strong? I will kill him!"
The sludge-like monstrosity began a desperate rush toward the shimmering portals, but KV Reddy, weary from the endless slaughter of the minor zombie hordes, had seen enough. "Enough games; I am tired of these things," he declared. Channelling his immense power, Reddy caused a colossal spike of earth to erupt from the ground. The jagged stone pierced straight through the heart of the sludge-creature, pinioned it to the sky, and extinguished its life. In its final, rasping breath, the creature whispered, "I think this is... the end... of the zombies."
As the beast slumped into a lifeless mass, the Yamato's captain shouted in admiration, "Wow, KV Reddy is incredibly strong! But wait... the shore is near. Who is that? Oh no—it is a complete German fleet, supported by German tanks and the Demons themselves. The war is truly becoming legendary. KV Dynamic, I must close the portals now; I have work to do here at the Spanish shore."
"Understood," KV Dynamic replied. "Thank you for your assistance."
The captain of the Yamato offered one final, chilling warning: "Listen, I suspect the blood of that creature may contain the virus. Undergo a thorough repair, friend, or you risk turning the other soldiers into zombies."
Before another word could be spoken, the sky plunged into darkness. The power lines were severed as the German forces launched a brutal, surprise bombardment against the English fleet from the Spanish coastline.
Across the darkened Spanish coastline, the silence was shattered by a booming, supernatural resonance. Satan's voice erupted from the shore-side speakers, amplified by demonic energy that made the very air vibrate. "Captain of the Yamato! Leader of the English fleet! Surrender yourselves before us now, or prepare to witness the loss of innocent lives. If you do not submit, we will execute the citizens of Spain!"
On the bridge of the HMS Elizabeth, Captain William gripped the cold metal of his command console. The power was dead, and the ship was a ghost in the water. He quickly patched a high-frequency transmission through to the battleship's commander. "Hey, Lucifer! I am aboard the Elizabeth. What should our move be? Should we launch an all-out attack?"
The Captain of the Yamato, known to his allies as Lucifer, stared out into the pitch-black horizon toward the Spanish shore. His voice was heavy with the burden of command. "I don't know," he admitted. "They've made their move. If we strike, they will butcher the civilians. But if we hesitate, the German fleet will finish us both."
He paused, his tactical processors calculating the "High-Velocity" risks of a 13-billion-year-old war. "However, if we maintain a continuous bombardment on that German fleet, they will be too busy defending themselves to hunt the citizens. It gives the people time to flee. We cannot save everyone, even if we surrender. In a war of this scale, a few sacrifices of life are a tragic necessity. We have no choice—we must attack."
Captain Lucifer's voice crackled over the long-range speakers, cutting through the demonic static of the Spanish coast. "Satan, if you think you can force a surrender, you are gravely mistaken. We will not listen to a single word you utter. The only thing you will accomplish today is your own demise!"
In response, Satan stepped into the light of the shore batteries, his towering form casting a shadow over a trembling innocent citizen held in his grasp. "Surrender yourself before us now," Satan roared, his voice shaking the hulls of the nearby ships, "otherwise, this fellow is going to die before your very eyes! You will listen to us!"
The air went silent for a heartbeat. Then, cold and unwavering, Lucifer's command echoed across the water: "Attack."
Hearing those final words, George, the German protagonist, saw the blue glow of the Yamato's portals igniting. He knew the "High-Pressure" stalemate was over. Without hesitation, George turned to his own crew and issued the fatal counter-order: "Attack!"
The darkness of the Spanish night was instantly shattered by the thunder of a thousand cannons.
"Set projectile speed to two kilometres per second," Lucifer commanded, his voice cold and precise. "That Gustav stands 150 feet tall—slightly taller than our ship—but height is a foolish metric. We will wipe out the German tanks with ease." He pressed the firing stud, launching a full volley that screamed toward the coast. However, the shells struck a shimmering, dark energy field—the special protection of Satan.
Satan, having executed the innocent hostage, taunted Lucifer over the speakers. "How was the taste? These 100-foot tanks are nothing to you, but 150-foot giants will destroy you!"
Lucifer turned to his bridge crew, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is he a fool? Even if Gustav has a 100cm Plasma Cannon, we possess advanced shields and air defences to intercept any incoming projectile. We maintain a speed of 27 knots and a distance of 12 kilometres; their accuracy cannot touch us. Even a direct hit would struggle against our five-meter-thick armour. We can dodge, and we can endure."
Satan's voice boomed again, "How will you face the four Lashes tanks—Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Omega? They stand 110 feet tall. Do you truly think you can kill them?"
Lucifer didn't bother responding to the shore. He simply muttered to his crew, "He is lost in his dreams." Suddenly, a portal tore open right on the horizon, allowing Satan to look directly at Lucifer. "Hello, Captain. Are you scared?" Satan hissed.
Lucifer didn't flinch. He locked the target and engaged the weapons systems. Eight YJ-20 and six Kh-35 missiles roared out of their launchers, streaking through the portal. A colossal explosion rocked the Spanish shore as the portal vanished. Lucifer laughed. "They have only cannons. We have strike fighters, missile batteries, grenade launchers, and torpedoes. They don't know the real power of a torpedo."
Lucifer opened portals directly in front of the torpedo tubes. The steel fish surged through the voids, reappearing directly amidst a troop of 500 German soldiers, vaporizing them in seconds. Seeing the carnage, George shouted the order: "Attack, soldiers!"
The entire German fleet and land-based tanks opened fire on the English fleet. The English ships retaliated, but Satan remained alive. Though the missile strike had vaporized his physical form, his Milestone—the last one on Earth—forced his body to reconstitute. Gasping in agony, Satan realized his vulnerability. "That was my last Milestone. Tomorrow, the Germans will power the portal by destroying the Rowx in a nuclear reactor. I am mortal now... but I will get more Rowx from the Apache and Jagiya demons."
Satan turned to his dark allies. "Shapeshifter, take the form of the IJN Yamato! Parasite, take the fallen Bismarck!"
The Shapeshifter plunged into the sea, its body warping into a perfect replica of the Yamato. Simultaneously, the Parasite merged with the wreckage of the Bismarck, its cellulose-like tissues binding the rusted steel into a horrifying biological warship.
Lucifer looked at the two monstrosities appearing on his radar. "Crew, we have played enough with cannons. It is time for the SLBM missiles. Lock the target on the Bismarck first; that parasite cannot be allowed to infect us. This battle is going to be legendary. I am surrounded by powerful idiots, and I must save this English fleet."
Lucifer signalled the English ships: "Attack the ground forces and the tanks. I will deal with these fellows at sea—those who do not understand the true meaning of a Legendary Battleship."
The Shapeshifter sneered, his voice echoing over the waves, "How are you, Yamato? I will kill you today!"
Lucifer didn't flinch. "Not today," he replied coldly. "You will kill me on the day the sun rises from the west—which means never." With a swift motion, he engaged the full arsenal. A swarm of YJ-20 and Kh-35 missiles, along with every cannon and torpedo slot, screamed toward the Shapeshifter Yamato. Six nuclear-tipped SLBMs followed, slamming into the demon ship. The replica began to groan and sink, but the Shapeshifter tapped into his dark essence, regenerating the destroyed hull and halting the descent. "Ha ha! I have regenerative powers," he laughed. "That is why I am the Shapeshifter!"
"Really?" Lucifer muttered, firing another devastating volley. The Shapeshifter braced, protecting himself again. Suddenly, the 150-foot Gustav fired a massive plasma shot at the real Yamato. Lucifer instantly tore open a portal, redirecting the colossal attack straight into the Demon Yamato. The deck and the bow were vaporized instantly. As the demon ship began to flounder, Lucifer hit it again with a critical volley. "Oh yes," Lucifer teased. "You look strong from the outside, but you are weak within. Take the taste—I will not wait for torpedoes to swim to you."
Lucifer dropped twelve torpedoes through portals directly onto the Demon Yamato's bridge, crushing its "brain." The replica finally sank into the shallow coastal waters, its bridge tower remaining above the waterline like a tombstone.
Lucifer then turned his sights on the Bismarck. To his surprise, the biological wreck opened fire with a full, lethal load of ammunition, scoring critical hits on the Yamato. "How are you shooting at me?" Lucifer demanded. "I destroyed the ammunition rooms of that ship long ago!"
From the captain's room of the Bismarck, the Parasite's eyes tore through the steel, and its massive jaw ripped through the cannon. "I am a Scavenger Demon," it hissed. "I have taken every scrap of ammunition left in the Bismarck, the Tirpitz, and all the fallen German and English ships!"
"Even vultures are better than you," Lucifer spat. Suddenly, another massive strike from Gustav rocked the Yamato, causing severe damage. "Oh no," Lucifer steadied himself. "I was distracted by this scavenger. Crew! Position the auto-cannons on the eyes of the Parasite Bismarck. I will deal with this fellow Gustav myself."
"I will carry out your order, Captain!" the crew shouted in unison
Lucifer launched a massive, coordinated volley at the 150-foot Gustav, but the German air defences were high-tech and "Hostile," intercepting the SLBMs, YJ-20s, and Kh-35 missiles mid-air. However, the main cannons—firing projectiles at a lethal 2 km per second—screamed through the smoke. The impact was catastrophic; Gustav groaned under the kinetic force, tilting at a dangerous angle. "His projectiles are hitting me so critically!" the giant screamed. "I will not leave him alive!"
Satan, seeing his giant falter, tore open a portal directly in front of Gustav's Plasma Cannon. The behemoth fired deep into the void, and the attack was redirected through a secondary portal appearing directly behind the Yamato. The "High-Pressure" plasma strike hit the ship's stern with devastating force, and the pride of the fleet began to take on water, listing heavily into the sea.
"Crew, lock the chambers!" Lucifer commanded, his voice steady despite the alarm sirens. The crew sealed the watertight compartments, halting the sinking. Simultaneously, the auto-cannons roared to life, shredding the biological eyes of the Parasite Bismarck. The scavenger demon shrieked in darkness, desperately pulling scrap metal from the deck to regenerate its sight.
"This Gustav is strong," Lucifer noted, his eyes narrowing. "It is time to transfer everything."
Lucifer created a massive network of portals directly in front of every weapon slot on the ship. He didn't just fire one shot; he unleashed three complete volleys in a single, continuous stream. Missile batteries, 46cm cannons, SLBM tubes, and torpedo slots all emptied at once. The projectiles surged through the portals, reappearing inches away from the giant's armour. The concentrated firepower of three full volleys obliterated Gustav, turning the 150-foot terror into a heap of burning scrap metal with ease.
Lucifer turned his icy gaze toward the Bismarck. "Crew, listen. Based on my previous battle records, if we destroy the ship's brain, these biological tissues will incinerate. The metal frame will fail, and the ship will sink on its own. Lock all targets on the central eye; that is where the core must be."
The Yamato unleashed a full volley directly into the Bismarck's bridge. The steel peeled away, revealing the true Parasite: a pulsing, ball-like mass of cellulose and nerves with a single, staring eye. Lucifer didn't hesitate, shredding the vulnerable core with a focused barrage of auto-cannons. As the Parasite died, its supporting tissues crumbled into ash. Without the biological "glue," the rusted Bismarck slipped beneath the waves, leaving only its jagged superstructure breaking the surface of the shallow shore.
Suddenly, searing plasma beams lanced out from the coastline, melting the Yamato's deck plating. Lucifer's eyes flashed. "If they wish to use plasma, then we shall show them the true power of our hidden weapons. Crew, switch all main batteries to Plasma Mode!" In a hum of immense energy, the 46cm cannons shifted, their barrels glowing with ionized heat.
The Yamato surged toward the shore, its engines roaring. "Captain," the crew warned, "we must halt within 1,233 meters or the hull will beach on the sand!"
"I will have them all dead before then," Lucifer replied. But his triumph was interrupted by a scream over the comms—the HMS Daring was sinking. Emerging through the smoke were the four titans: Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Omega.
On the shore, George looked to the hypnotized Peter Peterson. "Peter, if that ship destroys the Lashes tanks, what then?"
Peter's voice was hollow but certain. "Do not worry. If my memory is linked to your 3D printers, I can provide the data to print exact prototypes of the four Lashes. We cannot lose."
As he spoke, a plasma volley from the Yamato struck Alpha, vaporizing the tank's chassis instantly in front of their eyes. Lucifer was a whirlwind of destruction. When the demon Freezer attempted to coat the Yamato's hull in ice through a portal, Lucifer bypassed the voids and evaporated the demon with a direct plasma blast. Elsewhere, the demon Firefighter, who had been slaughtering civilians, was torn apart by strike fighters from the HMS Queen Elizabeth.
However, the demons Malphas and Executioner managed a desperate move, hurling a massive hammer and blade into the Yamato's bridge. The impact crushed several crew members instantly. In a rage, Lucifer fired a point-blank volley that turned both demons into mist.
Suddenly, the air on the metal deck curdled. Satan, the Techno-Demon, Leviathan, JCB Chaudhary, and Polo teleported directly onto the iron surface of the ship.
"Surrender, Lucifer, or die!" Leviathan roared.
"I will never support you," Lucifer spat. "I left that life years ago."
"Then surrender your Milestone!" Satan demanded.
Lucifer laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "I destroyed my Milestone in the year 2000. You are decades too late."
"After Morok, you betrayed me!" Leviathan shouted, his voice cracking with ancient fury. "Why, my son?"
"I am NOT your son!" Lucifer shouted back. "Just because you raised me from the 14th to the 15th century does not make you my father. You kill the innocent. I chose to kill my own immortality to stop you. Now, taste the lead!"
Lucifer engaged the ship's internal auto-cannons. The rapid-fire shells began to pepper the demons on deck—not enough to kill them instantly, but enough to cause agonizing irritation and distraction, keeping the masters of hell at bay on his own territory.
Satan sneered as the auto-cannons peppered the iron deck. "Do you not fear revealing such secrets in front of your crew, Lucifer?"
"My crew is dead because of you," Lucifer replied, his voice devoid of any human warmth. "Now, taste the vengeance of the fallen." He engaged the heavy systems, launching eight YJ-20 and six Kh-35 missiles directly onto his own deck. The explosions were surgical and devastating, obliterating every demon—including Techno Demon, Leviathan, JCB, Chaudhary, and Polo—leaving only Satan standing.
Satan hissed, his eyes glowing with dark energy as he attempted to seize Lucifer's mind. "Submit to me!" he roared, unleashing the full power of his Hypnosis.
But Lucifer stood unmoved. "Satan, you can only hypnotize those who truly possess a soul. You may have adopted me in the 14th century, but you also sacrificed my life to the evil. You killed my soul centuries ago. I have no true consciousness. I do not even know what I am... so your mind games have no power over me."
"Fine," Satan spat, realized his ultimate weapon had failed. "I am leaving." He tore open a dark portal and vanished from the metal deck.
"Coward!" Lucifer shouted after him. "You never fight like a warrior! You always run!"
Suddenly, the radar systems screamed. A massive swarm of 50 ballistic missiles streaked across the sky, launched from a hidden location. Lucifer engaged the missile countermeasures, but the sheer volume was too high. The impact was catastrophic; the missiles slammed into the back turret, vaporizing every cannon in that section of the ship.
Gritting his teeth, Lucifer looked through his periscope, zooming in on the horizon. "Who dares?" he muttered. His eyes locked onto a massive, hidden facility in the distance—the source of the swarm. "So, you destroyed my turret? Then I shall destroy your world."
Lucifer opened portals in front of every remaining weapon slot on the Yamato. "Here is the price of your attack." He pressed the firing button, sending a complete, synchronized volley of plasma, missiles, and shells through the voids. The attack reappeared inside the heart of the enemy base, resulting in the total and instantaneous destruction of the entire facility.
On the Spanish coastline, the remaining titans—Beta, Theta, and Omega—synchronized their power. They fired three massive plasma beams that collided in mid-air, fusing into a single, colossal pillar of destructive energy. The beam slammed into the Yamato's hull with a deafening roar, but the five-meter-thick armor held firm, resulting only in a blackened dent.
"Now it is my turn," Lucifer declared, his voice echoing through the empty bridge. "Taste the power of my remaining plasma cannons!" He unleashed a blinding volley of ionized fire, but Omega was prepared. The tank tore open a dark portal, swallowing the plasma and redirecting it straight back into the Yamato. The ship buckled under the intense damage, metal screaming as the internal structures groaned.
"Fine," Lucifer hissed, his soulless eyes narrowing. "Get ready for a secret attack." He activated the portal arrays in front of every torpedo slot. Twelve heavy torpedoes surged into the voids, reappearing directly above Theta. The gravity-fed drop was absolute; the explosions tore Theta's chassis into thousand-degree scrap metal.
"NO!" Beta and Omega screamed in a unified metallic howl.
"Yes," Lucifer countered from the captain's room. But his victory was cut short by the frantic pulsing of red emergency lights. The alarms flickered across the consoles, and the deck began to vibrate with a violent rhythm.
"The ship has reached the maximum depth for sailing," Lucifer realized, checking the sonar. "I am roughly one kilometre away from these fellows. If I go any further, the hull will drag across the seabed and tear the ship apart."
With his entire crew dead on the iron deck, Lucifer knew he was alone. He couldn't just bark orders anymore. "I have to stop the engine myself." Gritting his teeth, the captain abandoned the bridge, rushing down into the dark, steaming heart of the Yamato to manually halt the massive turbines before the legendary battleship was grounded forever.
Lucifer threw open the heavy pressurized doors of the engine room, vanishing into a thick, blinding cloud of scalding steam. "Engineers! Status report! What is the problem?" he shouted over the deafening roar of the turbines.
One of the engineers, his face covered in soot and sweat, emerged from the mist. "Captain, the engines are redlining! They are overheating beyond safety limits! Should we kill the power?"
"Yes! Shut them down now!" Lucifer commanded. As he spoke, a massive, High-Velocity impact rocked the Yamato's hull. The sound echoed through the metallic skeleton of the ship like a dying god's scream. The vibration was so intense it nearly threw the men off the catwalks.
"Captain, the engines are stopped!" the head engineer yelled through the chaos. "The ship is stationary! You can regain control from the bridge!"
Lucifer turned to sprint back up the narrow, iron stairs, but another series of high-velocity shells slammed into the ship's side. The shockwaves tore through the fuel lines, and a secondary explosion erupted in the corner of the engine room. "Fire!" the head engineer screamed. "Get the fire extinguishers! Now!"
Lucifer paused, looking down at his remaining crew. "Friends, stay calm!" he shouted, his soulless eyes reflecting the orange glow of the growing blaze. "Use the extinguishers to hold it back! I am heading to the Captain's room to activate the automated water sprinklers for the entire ship. I have to run—stay alive until I press those buttons!"
Leaving the engineers to fight the inferno, Lucifer began a desperate, "High-Velocity" dash through the smoke-filled corridors, his boots clanging against the metal floors as he raced to save the legendary battleship from burning from the inside out.
Lucifer threw himself into the command chair of the bridge, his eyes scanning the monitors. Through the reinforced glass, he saw the looming silhouettes of the last two titans, Beta and Omega. But then, a new shadow flickered—a massive, unknown cannon emerging from a shimmering portal. "A new German monster?" Lucifer whispered. "It doesn't matter. At this range, they cannot warp my shots fast enough."
He slammed his fist onto the fire control and the damage-control overrides simultaneously.
Inside the ship, the water sprinklers hissed to life, a torrential downpour drowning the inferno in the engine room and saving the engineers. Outside, the Yamato roared one final time. A complete, desperate volley of plasma and steel screamed across the 1,000-meter gap. The impact was absolute. The shells struck Beta, Omega, and the emerging portal-cannon with such "High-Pressure" force that their chassis didn't just break—they evaporated into glowing mist. The portal collapsed into nothingness.
Silence finally fell over the Spanish coast.
Lucifer let out a long, heavy breath, his metallic uniform stained with soot. He looked out toward the horizon. "It is evening," he murmured to the empty bridge. "The sun is setting... just look at it." The sky was a vibrant canvas of blood-red and golden yellow, reflecting off the oil-slicked waves. His legendary ship was mangled, a gaping hole in its side threatening to pull it back into the depths, but for now, it was still afloat.
He keyed the fleet comms. "William. All is clear. The German front lines on the Spanish shores are wiped out. Let us utilize what resources remain in the city."
"Copy that, Lucifer," William's voice crackled back, filled with relief. "There is a port just three kilometers from your position. We can begin emergency repairs there."
"Go ahead," Lucifer replied, his voice softening as he watched the light fade. "I will follow. Let me enjoy this sunset first. The air is warm... it's beautiful."
The English fleet, battered and scarred, finally began its slow approach to the Spanish coastline. They had won, but the cost was etched into every dented plate of the Yamato. This victory was a turning point that would change the course of the war forever.
The End