Defunct. Epic battle of neuralink. meN/Ace

like to cooperate, but not unilaterally. These ignoramuses only need colonies, not allies. They are not welcome here, therefore, they will receive in full. High, stone walls surrounded the big city from all sides. They are much wider at the base than at the top. The beige square towers stretching towards the sky also narrowed, creating the shape of elongated pyramids. They had no roof. Only ledges around the perimeter to protect against siege. In cross-section, the towers were the same trapezoid as the walls. Behind this wall, there was another, second protective wall. It stretched along a similar, oval perimeter, with an indent of thirty meters. An unprecedented army at that time began urgent mobilization. Near the walls of Jericha, various divisions of ten thousand people were lined up. But the warriors were not going to defend themselves. They were going to attack. Near the city, half of the army remained to reap the order. The second half, of about five thousand people, just twenty minutes later, in the composition of the infantry and horsemen, set off forward to the nearest camps of the uninvited guests who had lingered on these lands. Crossing countless desert dunes, in the night, the troops reached a small dry lake, in the place of which there was a small vegetation. There, behind the small, dry trees, side by side, stood tightly stretched large rag tents. They spread over a fairly extensive area, covering the area of the entire oasis. Smoke from dying fires was coming from everywhere. – Barbarians! And these people promised us peace. – Seeing firsthand the enemy concentration, the commander of the rifle squad became angry. – In one we were lucky. Our expectations have come true. Enemies are asleep, which means that now is the most convenient moment to attack. – He waved his hand, showing the rest of the detachments to go into the encirclement. But, on their way, there were two guards, talking about something with enthusiasm to each other. They brandished strange, glowing swords. Like multi-colored, diode lamps are built right into their blades. Such a wonderful weapon, the soldiers had never seen before. However, due to their glow, the blades of the guards gave them away. Having loaded the poisoned needles into long reed tubes, the soldiers blew into them and hit them right in the necks, who did not understand anything, to both simpletons. The detachments, on the other hand, could not successfully neutralize the sentries. There were serious guys who listened to every rustle. One of them noticed movements, peering into the dark bushes, and reported something to his partner. Without giving notice, he went to the nearest tent. Then, he left it, and entered another, then the third, the fourth… In complete silence, he began to go around all the tents in turn, and this is rather strange. No one left these tents, no one announced the alarm. On the other hand, the commanders of the local troublemakers began to worry. Not having time to completely take the camp in the ring, it was decided to immediately attack the enemy, so as not to give them more than a second of time. The attack began from the longitudinal strip of the camp. The archers ran out, lit the steles, and the first thing they did was to destroy all the food. Food, horses, camels, barns, tools, catapults and other objects. On the same side, infantrymen ran out, in steel helmets and vests, armed with long spears. They ran into the tents and quickly stabbed the soldiers who had already woken up, but had not yet had time to figure out anything. On the other hand, meanwhile, archers fired at the enemies running out of their tents. Under the furious cries of their leaders, the enemies, on the move, right in the run, lined up in columns, and dispersed on the battlefield. Some of the tents, closer to the center, opened and guns rolled out from there. With powerful shots, they fired into the line of attack, trying to frighten the enemy away rather than kill. Their soldiers looked completely unbecoming of the ancient warriors who had recently mastered iron. Shining, silvery light armor that completely covers their bodies. They made them look like medieval knights. However, most of the warriors did not have time to put on protection, and fought almost naked.

      One of their commanders ran towards an unremarkable, detached tent. She stood separately, because around her, there was a whole crowd of guards, in several rows. They watched the battle, but did not take part in it. Having reached the tent, cutting several bedubs on his way, he pulled on the crosspiece, the hilt of his mighty blade with a bulging blade, which seemed to consist of smoke. From the crosspiece, as if a second handle had come out, merged with the first. It had round, slightly convex iron buttons. It looks like some kind of control panel. He poked the buttons and put the handle to his ear. Shouting something in an incomprehensible, Nahmaut language, he pushed the second handle back into the crosspiece. At the same moment, several people leave the guarded ward, if they can be called that. They were wearing too extraordinary costumes, or armor that terrified and delighted at the same time. Among these disguised characters, only two stood without helmets. For a while, they silently looked around, not believing what was happening. Finally, one of those without a helmet slowly walked forward. The others all followed him.

      «I hope I don’t have to fight?» He asked a nearby warrior who looked like a cyborg from the future.

      – No, my lord, – he put on his head an incredible helmet in its performance, which is even difficult to describe. «I swear on my life, they won’t even notice you. – One side of his magic helmet, as if melted and flowed, stretching out in intricate contours with sharpened needles in the side. The slightly parted mouth contorted into a triangle, widening to one side, as if mocking. On the other hand, there were, red, hard bubbles growing on top of each other, from the temple to the very jaw. White eyes of various shapes, and bulging purple, branching stripes resembled veins, as if in animation, they moved across the entire surface of the helmet. From both hands of the unique warrior, four blades jumped out, around the wrist, on each side. They were attached to the sleeves of this strange, hard material that looked more like plastic or glass than iron. These were not just knights, but the personal guard of King Shadakh. His most unsurpassed in the martial art of war. Among these handsome men, it seems, there were even women. One could guess from the proportions of their bodies. As computer game characters, disguised in voluminous fully covered solid suits, some had significant tapering in the waist, more characteristic chest protrusions, and wide hips. These slender chickens would look great in cinematography, but not in a real carnage. Therefore, their demonstration, in fact, is only a demonstration. Shadakh does not allow them to participate in fierce battles, and more often, they are in the rear, together with the king, observing what is happening from the side. But this does not mean at all that the women in armor were simply disguised concubines. They perfectly mastered the sword and small arms. In battle, hardened by training, the ladies could compete with any of Shelber’s ordinary soldiers. The rest of the warriors of this elite squad are truly the greatest masters who have trained all their lives, from birth. Thirsty for blood, they entered the battlefield to once again show what they are capable of. Shredding enemies to pieces, they tried not to move far away from their leader. In the midst of the battle, one of these warriors, ten men, was surrounded on all sides. Furiously defending himself from the spears flying at him, he still missed a stab in the back. But, this blow did not defeat him. From the blow, only the tip of the spear broke. Spinning around, he shook his hands down, and four more blades extended in a similar fashion to the four blades. They crawled out of the hand, then stretched forward. The tips of all the blades joined together like fingers and created small, bright balls. Continuing to beat the badubs, his power increased tenfold. These balls generated electrical discharges, which, when touched, instantly hit the enemy, throwing their bodies back several meters. Without wearing a helmet, following his bodyguards, Shadakh finished off crippled enemies. The battle dragged on for two hours. This time was enough for the Bedubs and Jews to understand who they had contacted. The retreating Jerichans lost their command and rushed scatteringly. The ruthless guards of Shadakh pierced the bodies of enemies like helpless little children. One of the last soldiers, crawling backwards, begged loudly for mercy. To which the warrior, in fantastic armor, silently threw off his iron helmet. He grabbed his head like a ball and lifted his whole body for it, putting the poor man on his knees. Then, four, protruding on the sides of the blade, sharply closed, and cut the skull, like an apple, into four equal shares.

      ABDICATION of the UNCROWNED KING

      In the distant, distant times, when the world capital Vayelon was a small tree in the Rohvem Valley, and Shelber, the isolated Nahmau tribes reached unprecedented heights in development. These are the only tribes