Army of the Damned

VOLUME 11 BONUS CHAPTER

Walking towards the Officers Quarters on the damaged airbase. Bahamut with her fellow Dragon, the two went up the stairs yawning loudly. Trucks and construction vehicles were busy piling up destroyed equipment from both the Legions and the Government Forces on the now empty bomber bays of Shadilay.

Even from the stairs, they could see the arms of the excavators lifting up carcasses of main battle tanks and vehicles and loosely dropping them onto a pile hidden by the other buildings of the airbase.

"Ahhhhh, it feels so great to have my Godhood back and use it to such levels as if I were back then."

Mars who was walking beside her. Stretched her arms and curved her back as the two walked to the second floor balcony, where the doors for the High Ranking Officers were. A player, freshly wearing Ervtes' red uniform, with newly polished ribbons and medals and shiny Oxford shoes exits out of his room.

"Yeah, tell Sammy to pick up his trash. Sharing this small room is already bad enough."

A faint voice is heard replying back to him as he was about to close the door, the man looked at the two Dragons in human form, chatting amongst each other. He quickly puffled his chest and made sure his collar was as neat as it could be.

"For me, it felt great to fight with a fellow Dragon of Tur. I miss such old times when I'd fight with allies of my kin beside me. You did good, Mars."

"Bahamut?"

The two then turned their face to the player, whose sparkling look as if he had seen the prettiest thing he had ever laid his sight upon.

"Hm? And who are you?"

"I didn't expect you to talk, I went from half asleep to fully alert and ready to fight. Is this your casual voice?"

"Yes? And?"

"Y-Your attire?"

"What about it, Human?"

Opening the door was another player, the man only wore a shirt but already had his red pants on.

"U-la-la. I didn't expect Bahamut in School Girl uniform to be checked off my list today."

"Hm? What kind of list is that, Human?"

"Yo Sam, whose the red chick?"

"I am Mars? How come you know Bahamut and not me? I am as pretty as she is. Heck, I'd say my body is more killer than hers."

The two men looked at each other then to her.

"W-Well... I am personally not into the whole BDSM thing."

"Bee-dee-SM? What's that?"

"You don't know that and yet you're in full latex with heels?"

"This attire is made from a rubbery texture that's known to be resistant to all forms of fire in the Kingdom. Even more resistant than Bahamut's gown."

"So it's not for the hot factor at all?"

"The hot factor was purely coincidental. Though I don't complain, it does show my figure pretty nicely doesn't it?"

Mars then poses, facing her body sideways as she lifts one heel. The two players clapped and cheered. "UWOOHH! MARS! WE'RE SUPPORTING YOU NOW!" The Black Dragon on the other hand gets in the shot. "Oy! Am I not the most known Dragon by the Chosen Ones? I am more pretty than her, so give your praises to me instead!" The player without his uniform takes a plastic chair and places it in between the door. He sits down on it and leans forward. The extremely serious expression on his face looking at her from top to bottom.