Call me Eurostar, and let’s take a look to a seemingly forgotten front of this war.
Let’s see what TOMB is doing.
Mandelovia
In the sky over the City, standing on the flying carpet, Bibbo and LLance observe the horde of ten thousands demons riding over Hellish horses, lead by the dead Larry Lance, the evil “twin” of the Nerverian King.
Like a tidal wave over the flats of the French side of the English Channel, the army of demons covers yard after yard the the open country around the outskirts of the business district of Mandelovia.
The Border Guards, the Army of Mandelovia, even if armed with guns so technologically advanced to strike fear in every country of the planet, nothing can toward Hell’s Legions, and the soldiers falls down like firs under the chainsaw. The black sea of demonic horsemen closes around the city.
Bibbo, visibly dismayed whispers: “What can we possibly do?”
But LLance doesn’t seems alarmed, and says some incomprehensible words in his native toungue to his cousin Redros by the Communicator. Then LLance smiles to Bibbo, and he can’t stop to notice how the looks of the friends has changed from the wisecracking jokester that explores the Old Mandelovian market dressed as a woman with his friend Joker1, to the noble King of a distant dimension to which, not much time ago, Chewy passed the leadership of the team.
“Don’t get so upset, Bibbo! Sometimes, being the living nexus of space and time comes useful. I’ve just called reinforcements!”
A big thunder shakes the whole country, when a big hole opens in the middle of the rural country lying betweem the city and the mountains.
A rupture in the fabric of timespace, and from it a whole army of armored men, riding over six legged horses and holding strange shaped guns. In front of the army, a man with a completely different armor is shouting orders to the knights.
“That’s…”
“That’s the Nerverian Army. And to lead them, I’ve called from space the best man for the job, maybe the only one living being that love Mandelovia more than us: Heritage…!”
“…General D’goon! He’s back!”
Meanwhile, on the beach…
“I can’t suck blood from a zombie. He doesn’t have anything!” jokes Mordecai, looking at the face of the dead walking Hitler standing over the Nazi cruiser.
Captain Nemo stand silently, while his sword Ladnikia is champing at the impending battle. But the submarine hero knows that a magical swords that fed over the blood and drinks the souls of her victims, will be nothing more than a mediocre blade fighting skeletons and living cadavers.
“They are thousands and we are only two” whispers Nemo, while the Nazi warboats begins to shell the Old Town.
"Better two than nobody..." whispers Mordecai.
Thuner City, Terranova, Canada
“We are two thousands dinosaurs, and you are a Duracell guy, a tin boxed man and a plain clown, dudes” shouts Danny the Dino to Shock, Ghaleon, and Joker1, while destroyng the buildings lined along the docks.
“Shout your mouth, Danny!” exclaims Joker1. “What do you eat for breakfast? Canned Mandelovian cheese?”
The talking Dinosaur answers destroying the “Fisherman Inn” with a wave of the tail, and sinking three boats at their mooring with blasts from tits armor..
“That dragon is truly a worthy opponent” whispers Ghaleon.
“Yeah, maybe we three could even take him down” says Shock “but what of the other two thousands dinosaurs? They don’t talk and don’t shots missiles, but are as deadly as him!”
“Ehy, I’ve got an idea, guys!” shouts Joker1.
The two looks at him with very wide eyes.
“Ehy! Can’t I have ideas? Ghal, you are magic, right? And you can cross between dimensions, right? Quick, bring me somewhere else, and kill me during the crossing!”
“What? I know you are mad, but this is not the moment to…”
But the eyes of Shock lights up: “Ghaleon, do exactly what Joker1 suggest! NOW!”
Ghaleon seems perplexed, but shaking his head opens a portal and disappears with Joker1.
A moment later, the portal reopens and Gahleon and Joker1 are back… and with them, every other Hyperboards version of Joker1.
Millions of clowns jumping and screaming at the dinosaurs.
[ 08-24-2001: Message edited by: The Eurostar ]
