The Emperor's Decision
The Imperial War Council was in session.
Emperor Arthur Paulus Wallonia stood at the war table, fingers tracing over Osteria's military bases, naval ports, and key infrastructure. His golden eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he turned to Chancellor Erich, who was sipping from a wine glass like this was just another Tuesday night.
"Well," Arthur began, "I think it's time we escalate things."
Erich smirked. "You mean-?"
Arthur grinned.
"Yes. It's time to send the Intercourse Balls."
Silence.
Then-
Erich spit out his wine.
"Pffft-AHAHAHAHA! You actually named them that?!"
Arthur shrugged. "What? It's catchy."
Erich wiped his mouth, still laughing. "You're telling me... that our state-of-the-art, nuclear-capable Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles... are officially called... Intercourse Balls Missiles?"
Arthur nodded proudly.
"Damn right."
A tense silence followed as every general in the room tried to process what they just heard.
Admiral Gordon facepalmed.
Marshal Reinhardt sighed.
General Fischer whispered a prayer for his sanity.
But no one dared question the Emperor's divine naming sense.
The Order is Given
Arthur turned to the Strategic Missile Command Officers.
"Gentlemen," he declared, "prepare for Operation Divine Smite."
The officers snapped to attention. "By your command, Your Majesty!"
Within minutes, Wallonia's vast underground missile silos roared to life.
200 Intercourse Balls Missiles were prepped for launch.
Their targets? Every major Osterian military installation, airbase, and naval fleet.
Their mission? Utter annihilation.
Arthur leaned back, arms crossed.
"Let's see how they handle modern warfare."
Meanwhile, in Osteria - The Calm Before the Firestorm
Osteria's High Command was in shambles.
Marshal Augustus Reinhardt stood at the war map, veins bulging from his forehead.
"HOW?! HOW DID WE LOSE 40,000 MEN IN A SINGLE DAY?!"
Across from him, Admiral Konrad Weiss had his head in his hands.
"The reports say they had some sort of... advanced artillery and rocket systems."
Augustus slammed his fists on the table. "Impossible! They're just men! They bleed!"
Prime Minister Wilhelm von Dietrick wiped his brow. "We need to retaliate immediately. We have-"
And that was when the sirens started blaring.
The Fire Rains Down
It started with a single streak in the sky.
Then another.
Then hundreds.
Osterian soldiers, engineers, and officers all looked up as dozens of flaming streaks carved across the heavens.
They had never seen anything like it.
"Wh-what... is that?!"
A young cadet pointed up, trembling.
Then-
BOOOOOOOOM!
A monstrous explosion erased Fort Albrecht from the map.
A second missile obliterated Naval Base Wilhelmshaven, sending dozens of battleships and destroyers sinking into the depths.
A third missile wiped out the Osterian Air Force's largest airfield, grounding hundreds of planes before they could even take off.
Across the entire empire, Osteria's military might was incinerated in an instant.
They had no idea what was happening.
No warning.
No time to react.
No way to fight back.
Osteria's High Command in Utter Chaos
Inside the Osterian War Room, absolute panic erupted.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Augustus screamed.
Wilhelm stared at the reports, pale as a ghost. "We're... we're under attack."
Konrad was shaking. "But from what?!"
Another officer burst into the room, drenched in sweat.
"Sir! The enemy-THEY'RE BOMBARDING US FROM ACROSS THE OCEAN!"
Augustus's mind broke.
"That's... impossible! No cannon in the world can reach us from that distance!"
The officer's face twisted in terror.
"Sir... it's not cannons."
Wallonia's War Room - Celebrating the Massacre
Back in Wallonia, Arthur and Erich were watching the entire show unfold from the comfort of their war room.
Arthur took a sip of his wine.
"So, Erich..." he mused.
"Yes?" Erich replied, grinning.
Arthur smirked.
"...How long do you think it'll take for them to realize they've already lost?"
Erich chuckled. "Oh, I give it a week at most."
Arthur nodded. "Perfect. Now then-shall we move on to Phase Four?"
Erich grinned like the devil.
Osteria in Shambles: A Nation Rebuilt from Ashes?
The streets of Berinhardt, Osteria's capital, were eerily silent. Once a city filled with the proud marches of soldiers and the roar of war machines, it was now a graveyard of smoldering ruins and broken men.
Yet, despite suffering the most catastrophic military defeat in history, something unthinkable happened.
Osteria rebuilt.
Like a wounded beast refusing to die, the Osterians rallied their remnants, restored their factories, and within weeks, their military was operational again.
40 new battleships were reportedly under construction.
700,000 fresh troops were being conscripted.
Elite divisions, once thought wiped out, were seen marching through the streets.
The world watched in disbelief.
How?
How did they recover so fast?!
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Wallonia's War Room - The Diabolical Duo's Shock
Arthur and Erich stood in front of the massive strategy map, eyes locked on the intelligence reports.
Erich slowly set his wine glass down.
Arthur rubbed his temples.
"...They WHAT?!" Arthur growled.
Admiral Gordon hesitantly stepped forward. "Sir... Osteria has managed to restore its military capability. We don't know how, but their numbers are rising at an alarming rate."
Arthur's eye twitched.
"Erich..."
"Yes, Arthur?"
"...Did we just underestimate the morons?"
Erich exhaled, shaking his head.
"...It appears so."
The room fell silent.
Nagata's delegates, who had been enjoying the chaos Wallonia had wrought upon their enemy, suddenly felt a creeping sense of dread.
Princess Asahi clutched her tea cup a little too tightly.
Captain Aesuki muttered, "Impossible... I thought they were done for."
The Nagata advisors exchanged nervous glances.
Could it be? Could Osteria actually stand back up from complete annihilation?
For a brief moment, panic set in.
And then-
Arthur laughed.
A deep, wicked, almost joyful laugh.
Erich followed, shaking his head.
"Oh, this is adorable."
Arthur leaned forward, grinning like a devil upon his throne.
"Well then... I suppose it's time we teach them a lesson in true war."
Erich raised his glass. "Shall we begin Phase Five?"
Arthur smirked.
"Oh, let's."
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Operation "Final Dawn" - The Invasion of Osteria
In response to Osteria's miraculous recovery, Wallonia would send in the full might of its war machine.
1.2 million soldiers - a quarter of their military - would be deployed.
2,500 tanks, 10,000 armored vehicles, and over 8,000 aircraft would strike key positions.
The Imperial Navy would launch a coastal siege, ensuring no reinforcements from allies could reach Osteria.
This would be the largest military operation in history.
A force so overwhelming, it would ensure Osteria never rose again.
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Osteria's Last Stand - A Desperate Gamble
Marshal Augustus Reinhardt stood on the battle lines, overlooking his freshly assembled divisions.
The sight of marching soldiers, gleaming tanks, and roaring artillery filled him with something he hadn't felt in weeks.
Hope.
"We will not fall," he declared. "Wallonia has underestimated us. We shall reclaim our honor!"
A loud cheer erupted.
Men who had once trembled in fear now stood firm, prepared to fight to the last man.
As Osteria dug in, bracing for the storm to come, a single thought crossed Augustus's mind.
"If we are to die, let it be with swords in hand."
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Wallonia's Forces Mobilize - The March of the Titan
From the capital of New Alexandria, troops, tanks, and war machines began moving en masse.
The streets shook as columns of mechanized infantry rolled out.
Massive battleships, their guns primed, set sail for the Osterian coast.
Above, squadrons of bombers darkened the skies, ready to deliver ruin.
This was not a war.
This was an execution.
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The Nagata Delegation's Shock
Princess Asahi and her advisors watched the Wallonian war machine mobilize with horror.
She turned to Arthur, her voice low.
"...This... this is monstrous."
Arthur grinned. "Oh, Princess, this is mercy."
Aesuki tensed. "Mercy? You're sending a million men to crush them."
Arthur nodded.
"If we don't, they'll keep coming back. They need to be completely, utterly broken."
Erich sighed. "We gave them a chance to stay down. They refused."
He took a sip of his wine.
"So now, we ensure they never get up again."
The Roar of the Wallonian War Machine
At 0600 hours, the largest military invasion in history began.
1.2 million soldiers, 2,500 tanks, 10,000 armored vehicles, and 8,000 aircraft poured into Osterian territory with unstoppable force.
The skies turned black as Wallonian bombers released waves of hellfire, incinerating key Osterian fortifications, supply depots, and command centers.
The ground rumbled as columns of advanced mechanized divisions stormed across the fields, crushing everything in their path.
At sea, the Wallonian Imperial Navy rained destruction upon Osteria's coastal cities, reducing military docks and strongholds to rubble.
This was not just an invasion.
This was a reckoning.
Marshal Augustus Reinhardt stood atop the Fortress of Berinhardt, gripping his saber as he watched the nightmare unfold.
Explosions lit up the night sky.
Entire battalions disintegrated under Wallonia's relentless artillery barrages.
Osterian aircraft, slow and outdated, were torn from the skies by superior Wallonian jets before they could even engage.
Their mighty battleships, once the pride of the Osterian navy, were now burning wrecks, sinking beneath the ocean.
His men fought bravely.
But bravery meant nothing against a force like this.
"Marshal, the lines are collapsing! We've lost contact with the 5th and 7th Divisions!" a bloodied officer cried out.
Augustus clenched his jaw.
"...How did it come to this?"
He had rebuilt the army. He had restored the nation's strength.
And yet-
It was all crumbling in mere days.
His heart sank as he realized the truth.
Osteria was doomed.
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The Diabolical Duo - Observing the Carnage
Arthur leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee.
Erich stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the live battlefield footage on the large holographic display.
Explosions.
Cities burning.
Osterian soldiers desperately retreating.
Erich sighed. "It's almost sad."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"
A small chuckle escaped Erich's lips. "Okay, not really."
Arthur smirked, taking another sip.
"...Do you think they realize yet?"
Erich tilted his head. "Realize what?"
Arthur leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"That they were never going to win."
A long pause.
Then-
Erich burst out laughing.
Arthur joined in.
As their cruel laughter echoed through the command room, the screen showed Osteria's final strongholds being wiped out one by one.
This was no longer a battle.
This was slaughter.
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Princess Asahi & The Nagata Delegation - Witnessing Horror
Princess Asahi clutched the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white.
She had seen war.
She had seen bloodshed.
But this?
This was absolute destruction.
"...They're erasing them," Captain Aesuki muttered.
The other Nagata delegates sat in stunned silence, watching the merciless efficiency of Wallonia's military.
Their minds raced with a singular question:
What have we allied ourselves with?
Princess Asahi slowly turned to Arthur.
"...Is there no other way?" she whispered.
Arthur glanced at her.
"There was," he said simply.
Asahi frowned. "Then why-"
"They chose this."
His voice was calm, but there was an edge of finality to it.
"They had every chance to surrender. They didn't."
He leaned forward.
"So now, they face the consequences."
Asahi said nothing.
She just watched, feeling an uneasy weight settle in her chest.
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The Fall of Berinhardt - The Last Moments of Osteria
With 85% of their forces annihilated, Osteria's government made one final, desperate call.
Total surrender.
A message was broadcast across all channels:
"This is the Osterian High Command. We... surrender. We lay down our arms. We ask for mercy."
For a brief moment, silence fell upon the battlefield.
Then, Arthur gave the order.
"All units-cease fire."
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The Aftermath - A Nation Wiped from History
Osteria was no more.
The once-proud military empire had been reduced to ash and ruin.
Wallonia's flag flew high over Berinhardt, marking the end of the war.
Arthur stood in his office, looking over the new map of the world.
A single thought crossed his mind.
What next?
Erich, as if reading his mind, smirked.
"We have bigger things to deal with."
Arthur chuckled.
"Oh, I know."
He turned to the Nagata delegates.
"...Shall we begin planning?"
The war was over.
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