Humanity's Greatest Mecha Warrior System

1259  1259 Rage and Desperation

While Max was happily holding meetings about the small details of being a Mecha Pilot, the Rebel Gods were holding a meeting about Max.

"Divine One, that being cannot be allowed to mature any further. Already, it has too much power, and it can defeat our subordinates even when outnumbered." A tiger - bodied God was explaining to the dark cloud that was the body of their leader.

[Then send the Greater Energy Beings, the ones derived directly from one of us being shattered.] The rebel God known as the Divine One scoffed.

"That is what I am saying, he can defeat them, even when they outnumber him. One on one, he farms them for their energy to strengthen himself. I believe that he is evolving in the direction of a god of devouring." The Tiger God explained.

[Impossible, they are one step from Divinity, no mortal can defeat them completely. Just give them a few weeks to recuperate and send larger numbers next time.] The Divine One didn't even bother to use its actual voice to respond.

The Tiger God gave a pleading look to its companions, hoping that they would take pity on it and help it to explain the situation to the Divine One without enraging the leader of the Rebel Gods.

"Divine One, it has the favour of the War God, the leader of the Green Tide. It has truly killed and absorbed over a half dozen of our subordinates. If this continues, that creature will reach the power of a weak God." One of the others tried.

The Divine One paused, and cast its attention into the Dead Zone, where the creature should be hiding. Only, it wasn't hiding at all. It was drinking and laughing with the other mortal species, telling jokes about killing the loyal servants of the Divine Armies.

The Divine One was immediately enraged, and its aura surged, destroying the room around it, and throwing the other Gods hundreds of metres away.

"Find a way to get to it. It must die now." The Divine One ranted.

For a moment, they sensed the amusement of the God of War, the Myceloid God, as the humans called it, and then it was gone, presumably to warn its human champion. "That damnable beast was never reliable. It only helped because we were losing too badly, and it wanted a better fight." One of the gods muttered as it sensed the presence.

"That's true, but can any of us afford to offend it?" Another whispered back.

[My people, I have decided. The Dead Zone will no longer be allowed to exist. With all our might, we will invade and wipe out the mortal races, these descendants of the humans. You have twenty-four hours to prepare.]

The Gods scattered in fear, both of the Divine One, and of what it demanded. The Gods of the Dead Zone were not truly dead, they were deprived of energy and waiting to revive. Unless the Gods themselves tore apart the fabric of space and time to join the battle, those corpses would suck their army dry in a matter of hours, and if the entire army went, that might be enough to revive both of the defeated Gods.

That was a risk that they never wanted to take. The Human God was a monster, willing to put its chosen people above its own kind, and the God of Time was an existence that should never have existed in the first place. They had once followed it, and served it loyally, but with its time manipulation gone, they could also grow, and the power of the Universe wasn't all funnelled to a handful of Gods powerful enough to challenge the God of Time. Though they were loyal to its ideology, none of them wanted to see the God of Time revived.

Mighty armies of Energy Beings were assembled, assured that the Divine One had a plan to successfully invade the Dead Zone. A billion battleships were armed and loaded with hastily created bodies, ones filled with only the most basic of memories and emotions, the Bloody Warriors, shock troops created by the Gods and Greater Energy Beings.

Along with them, every bit of the ethereal energy of their layer of space was condensed into Lesser Energy Beings, that could be used to both fight the enemy and to refill the energy that was lost as the dead Gods tried to drain the Greater Energy Beings dry. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The humans and their allies would never know what hit them. One way or another, this was going to be the final battle of the eternal war, and only one side knew that it was coming.

On Max's side, the humans were partying as the engagement news of the Alliance's new greatest power couple spread through the World Ship, but Max and some other elite military forces had managed to sneak off to the development bays to take a look at the newest Mecha units that had been designed to deal with the Great Enemy.

"It's beautiful." General Tennant sighed as he looked over the design of the new Mecha.

"It's based on the ancient Titan Class Mecha, upgraded with all the newest technology, and thanks to Nico, we can now consider these a Demigod Class Mecha. They harness the stolen power of the Energy Beings in a special power pack, and can use it to stabilize their structure when they are attacked.

It's not quite as good as what the ancient God Class Mecha could accomplish, but each of these units should be able to kill a Greater Energy Being with relative ease, and take its power to refuel themselves." Max explained.

There were two units stood off to the side, the custom units that had been created for Max and Nico, whose bodies had been infused with energy from the other layers, and who could create the energy themselves. Nico could only convert a trickle of energy, and didn't have the storage that Max did, but it would be enough in most combat situations. The Energy Being's life force was only a preventative measure to get past their defences, a coating for the attacks to make the destruction easier, not their entire attack method.

Nico looked up at the Mecha with pride. "Next time, we will be ready for them. With one of these sent to every star system to lead their defence forces, the Great Enemy will stand no chance of breaking our lines. Just give me six months and there will be enough to go around."