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The Bell AH-1 Cobra, its rotor slicing the air with a rhythmic roar, engaged the massive undead dragon. Below, soldiers could only gape in astonishment. The soldiers' ballistae and magic had barely scratched the dragon, yet here was a machine—a creation of a world far beyond their comprehension—tearing it apart.

The AH-1 Cobra, the world's first dedicated attack helicopter, was purpose-built for battle. Its design was sleek yet intimidating, with a narrow profile and tandem cockpit. Armed to the teeth, it was a flying arsenal capable of wreaking havoc on even the most formidable foes.

At the heart of the Cobra's offensive capabilities was the ★M197 20mm three-barreled rotary cannon★, mounted on a chin turret. As the gunner unleashed bursts of fire, the cannon's barrels spun rapidly, spewing armour-piercing incendiary rounds. Each projectile impacted the undead dragon's skeletal frame with deadly precision, shattering ribs and creating cracks along its spine. The dragon, previously impervious to traditional weaponry, began to show visible signs of difficulty, its ancient bones starting to buckle under the relentless assault.

The Cobra was also equipped with [M158 rocket pods], each containing seven 70mm Folding Fin Aerial Rockets (FFARs). These rockets were designed for maximum destruction, and the pilot made full use of them. With a roar, a salvo of rockets streaked through the air, trailing smoke as they struck the dragon's left wing. The explosion sent shards of bone raining down onto the battlefield, eliciting cheers from the awestruck soldiers below.

But the dragon was not a simple target. Despite its deteriorating condition, it roared with unholy fury, its necromantic energy flaring as it turned its massive head toward the Cobra. With a beat of its remaining wing, it launched itself into the air, its massive jaws snapping at the helicopter. The Cobra's pilot pulled hard on the controls, narrowly avoiding the dragon's bite, while the gunner kept up a steady stream of fire from the M197.

The dragon's tail whipped through the air, a deadly weapon in its own right. The pilot banked sharply to avoid the attack, but the dragon's agility was surprising for a creature of its size. Necrotic energy surged through its body, fueling its movements and making it an even more dangerous adversary.

As the Cobra danced around the dragon, two more helicopters came. These were Mil Mi-24 Hind. Known as the "flying tank," the Mi-24 was a multi-role attack helicopter that combined speed, firepower, and troop-carrying capacity.

The Hinds approached with the confidence of predators. Each was equipped with a •Yak-B 12.7mm Gatling gun•, mounted under the nose in a flexible turret. As the dragon turned its attention toward the new arrivals, the Hinds opened fire. The Yak-B's four barrels spun rapidly, unleashing a hail of high-velocity rounds. The rounds tore into the dragon's joints and neck, targeting its weaker points with ruthless efficiency.

But the dragon's necromantic energy flared, knitting its wounds together. Shattered bones reassembled, and fractures sealed themselves in an eerie display of dark magic. The helicopter crews, momentarily stunned, quickly recovered and adjusted their tactics.

The Mi-24s also carried •UB-32 rocket pods•, each loaded with thirty-two ••S-5 unguided rockets••. These rockets, while less sophisticated than guided missiles, were perfect for saturating an area with firepower. One of the Hinds lined up its shot and fired a full salvo at the dragon's chest. The explosions ripped through its ribcage, scattering bones across the battlefield and exposing the glowing core of necromantic energy that kept the creature alive.

The three helicopters worked in tandem, their pilots communicating through secure channels to coordinate their attacks. The Cobra continued to harry the dragon, keeping it distracted and vulnerable, while the Hinds delivered devastating blows from a distance. The second Hind launched an **AT-2 "Swatter" wire-guided missile**, aiming for the dragon's exposed chest cavity. The missile, guided manually by the gunner, streaked through the air and detonated with pinpoint accuracy. The resulting explosion obliterated the dragon's sternum, causing it to stagger mid-flight, the glow of its core flickering as cracks began to form across its surface.

The dragon crashed into the earth with a thunderous impact, its massive body creating a crater in the ground. Its roars, once deafening, had weakened to a guttural growl. Despite its catastrophic injuries, the necromantic energy within it refused to let it fall. It struggled to rise, its remaining bones creaking under the strain, the glow of its core still faintly visible.

The three helicopters descended, hovering just above the dragon to deliver the final assault. The Cobra's gunner fired a sustained burst from the M197, targeting the dragon's exposed spine. The Hinds followed up with their Yak-Bs, concentrating their fire on the creature's legs and tail. The combined firepower shattered the dragon's lower body, leaving it immobile and defeated.

The dragon let out one final, mournful roar as its core was destroyed, and the necromantic energy that animated it began to dissipate. Its skeletal frame collapsed in on itself, and the battlefield fell silent. The helicopters hovered for a moment longer, their pilots scanning the area to ensure there were no additional threats.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the ground began to assess the aftermath. The soldiers approached cautiously, their weapons still drawn, unsure if the threat had truly passed.

One brave soldier stepped forward. He reached out to touch a fragment of the dragon's rib, feeling the coldness of the bone beneath his fingers. "It's really over," he whispered, disbelief washing over him. The others gathered around, their expressions a mix of awe and relief.

The helicopters, their rotors kicking up clouds of dust and ash, hovered briefly before ascending into the sky.

The Cobra's pilot transmitted a message: "Target neutralized. Repeat, target neutralized."

The helicopters then fly to another district to finish off more undead.

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Several beings cloaked in black hoods stood hidden in the distance, their eyes fixed on the battlefield where the undead dragon had just fallen.

One of the figures, a tall, imposing presence, spoke first, his voice low and gravelly. "Their beasts are stronger than we thought."

Another figure, slightly shorter but equally menacing, shifted nervously. "So, Master, shall we retreat or continue the mission?"

The leader, turned slowly to face his subordinates. His eyes glinted with a cold, calculating intensity. "No retreat. The fall of the Undead Dragon was unexpected. However, we will complete the mission."

"But, Master," another masked man interjected, his voice trembling slightly, "the soldiers are emboldened now. They have tasted victory. They will be on high morale. Also, these unknown and dangerous creatures may come back." Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

The leader's gaze hardened, and he raised a hand to silence the dissent. "Fear is a weapon, and we will use it to our advantage. They may have won this battle, but this is not enough. Don't forget— we are the summoner of the dead!"

Just then, a third figure appeared. "Master, our target has arrived."

"Very good!" the leader replied, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Then we will begin the final part of our mission now."

The air crackled with tension as the masked figures exchanged glances. They had been waiting for this moment, the culmination of their plans. The leader gestured for them to follow, and they moved as one.

They move a little further away, where no one can see them, the leader raised a hand, signaling for them to halt. He peered through the trees, his eyes narrowing as he observed the soldiers celebrating their hard-won victory. The sounds of laughter and cheers echoed in the air, a stark reminder of the hope that had blossomed in the wake of the dragon's defeat.

"Look at them," he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "So naive, so confident. They believe they are safe."

The masked figures nodded, their expressions hidden beneath their hoods, but the tension among them was palpable. They could feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the anticipation of what was to come.

"Prepare the summoning," the leader commanded, his voice low and menacing. "We will unleash a creature that will shatter their newfound hope."

The masked man who had first spoken hesitated. "But Master, what if it fails? —"

The leader's eyes blazed with fury, cutting him off. "Failure is not an option! We have come too far to turn back now. This time, we will summon a monster that even their machines cannot withstand."

He produced a dark, ancient tome from within his cloak, its pages worn and yellowed with age. He began to chant in a language long forgotten, the words echoing through the trees like a haunting melody. The air around them grew heavy, charged with dark energy as the masked figures joined in, their voices melding into a chilling chorus.

As the incantation reached a fever pitch, the ground beneath them trembled.A red and black magic circle appears from which something terrible begins to emerge. The soldiers, still reveling in their victory, remained unaware of the storm brewing just beyond their sight.