Dark Lord Dumbledore - Volume 1 Chapter 69

Although Chad had given Australia a twenty-four hour grace period before he launched an invasion, he was not just going to sit around doing nothing until the deadline was up.

After such a violent reaction to the government’s attack on him, the military would not sit this one out, and troops would definitely be mobilised to put the ‘terrorists’ down.

Chad thought this a perfect time to go shopping for weapons, and what better place to find them than in the Australian military bases scattered around the country.

Even the best surveillance systems in the early nineties were incapable of detecting magical intrusion, as magic was simply too overpowered. A perfect example of this was that London could not discover a small medieval town in its city centre.

The bullsh*t abilities of ninja house-elves coupled with expandable trunks, saw their armouries wiped clean of small arms, light weapons and all ammunition. It would be hard to fight an extended war without weapons.

Unfortunately, if Chad had waited until 1996, the National Firearms Buyback Program would have seen Australian citizens hand over every weapon even slightly automatic. Now he had a country full of armed farmers ready to fight against his movement.

The propaganda would not stop the majority of Australians rising up to oppose an interloper, no matter how much they disliked stupid taxes or corrupt politicians. The government was the devil they knew, and Chad was seen as a crazy person with delusions of grandeur.

But Chad was not worried, all those that fought against him would make up a free workforce when captured, or food for his magical creatures if killed. It would merely add to the time it took to completely suppress the vast island.

Plus, when the average citizen saw how brutal Chad treated those opposing him, they would be less likely to risk death. The populace would be easily cowered by unknown assassins killing of dissenters.

It had taken the army ten hours to mobilise enough men and resources to mount an attack on the stupidly named Kingdom of Chadtopia. And as Chad and Boppy watched them roll through the gates to his land unopposed, they couldn’t help but mock their overconfidence.

“War… War never changes…”

“What do you mean, Master?” Asked Boppy, confused by what Chad just stated.

“Nothing Boppy, I was just being dramatic. It seems we will soon be awarding all of our ninjas the right to display their names after this conflict.”

“Yes, Master, all of our ninjas will be blooded by the end of this war. But our enemy has severely underestimated us if they think this small force will be capable of doing anything significant. They will be dead before the sun sets.”

Chad and Boppy were currently flying high above the only entry through the wall surrounding his Kingdom on broomsticks and were watching as a convoy of troop carriers drove through the now ruined gates. Their opponent didn’t deem them enough of a threat for multiple entries through the wall.

Of course, they were entirely invisible to the muggles, and since Chad ruled the Australian magical community through slavery, his elves were free to use wands and broomsticks. Britain’s policies were not enforced worldwide, though their house-elf rules generally adopted by everyone.

Five Australian Light Armoured Vehicles (ASLAVs) had led the charge, eagerly blasting through anything blocking their way after they had pushed through the blood-soaked wreckage of eight police cars. They may have been quite upset by the number of police officers killed by his men.

After Chad had given the order to defend against pursuit, a group of pissed off police had approached at high speeds with lights flashing blue and red while their sirens blared annoyingly.

They had been promptly filled with hot lead as they drove up to the closed gates, somehow believing that the people that had just gunned down a heap of police officers would not do the same to them.

Afterwards, any police reinforcement had positioned themselves well out of range and had taken to shouting for surrender with loudspeakers. The men on the wall had merely jeered at them, infuriating the impotent police officers more.

Though the walls had been evacuated when the military came rolling down the road. Chad wanted them taken out in his territory so they could use magic freely and there were no witnesses.

Chad had watched on television as the Prime Minister himself had been hastily brought on to denounce his propaganda video, and he had even officially stated that by the end of today, Chadtopia would no longer exist.

Boppy and Chad hovered above the convoy on their brooms, wondering where they were even heading. The elves had taken to living in underground settlements after Godric’s Hollow was first established, and anything else was heavily concealed by magic. There was nothing for these muggles to find.

An hour later, and Chad was bored following along on this wild goose chase. The army had seemingly been driving around without a plan, just looking for anyone to arrest. Maybe they were waiting for Chad’s men to attack first?

Since everyone holding a camera was stopped by police from following the army, they might as well strike the convoy now instead of waiting until nightfall.

“Hit them now Boppy, they have gone far enough,” Chad commanded.

Boppy nodded and popped away, broom and all, to give the green light to his waiting elves. It was time to see just how accurately the little buggers could teleport.

As Chad watched from above, the five ASLAVs slowed down to turn at an intersection. Even with the streets empty of anything resembling a car, it was impractical to make the turn at high speeds.

The twenty M113 APCs and Bushmaster PMVs following behind them also slowed down, their guns swivelling on high alert for an enemy ambush. Unfortunately for them, their enemy was capable of teleportation.

The gunners on top of the vehicles were watching for distant adversaries, so when a ninja suddenly appeared next to them, they could only gape as the magical blade cleaved their heads from their bodies. Inside the vehicles were not safe either.

House-elves had an instinctual control of their magic and could teleport safely to locations without knowing the destination or interior obstructions. And apparently, moving vehicles also didn’t stop them, or at least, they were moving slow enough not to pose a problem for them.

Muffled cries rang out from the convoy as ninjas suddenly appeared amongst the totally unprepared soldiers sitting inside the armoured personnel carriers.

There was simply no time for the men to react or room to bring their rifles to bear before magically sharp blades splattered limbs and blood everywhere. Since fifteen ninjas were assigned to each vehicle, it was a one-sided slaughter.

Within a couple of minutes, not one Australian soldier remained alive. Hell, there had not even been time to fire off a shot or radio for help! With multiple finger snaps from proud house-elves covered from head to toe in blood, the mess was cleaned up, the bodies stripped, and items sorted for storage.

Dead bodies were then transported to magical creature habitats and the gear and weapons stored away in trunks to be dumped at appropriate storage areas. There was no wastage in Chadtopia, as even the abandoned streets and buildings were scheduled for demolition and the materials repurposed.

When Boppy reappeared and reported the success of the attack, Chad was not overly excited. Even his wizards would have been able to take down this convoy with a few waves of their wands, let alone explicitly trained ninja elves.

A transfigured swarm of murder hornets would be impossible to fight against or hide from. Hell, they could have just sealed the vehicle’s doors and filled them with water! There were simply too many ways magic could kill a muggle without a way to counter it.

But even doing well on an easy job was worthy of praise and a small ceremony was held for those that had earnt their name stitched onto their outfits in blood-red coloured thread.

The vehicles would be left here for now but used later to enter the streets of Perth to draw fire from people wishing for death. Anyone stupid enough to fire potshots at them would be taken out by ninja elves and turned into slaves or corpses.

The hours ticked by and the Australian military and government started to sweat when they lost communication with their small army sent to pacify the so-called King of Chadtopia. After much umming and ahhing, it was finally decided to send in a squad of police cars to their last known location.

This was because there was simply no more military vehicles close by to be used for another mission. Australia was a huge place with a sparse population, it was simply impossible to fund large bases so close together. Seventeen million people could only pay so much tax towards military defence.

It wasn’t long before the second group also lost contact with their superiors and slowly but surely, the deadline King Chad had given Australia ended.

“What do you mean you have lost contact with everyone sent into that idiot’s property? I thought you told me you had everything under control!” Shouted the current Prime Minister of Australia over the phone from the other side of the country.

“We sent twenty five heavily armed and equipped military vehicles in to subdue whatever Peverell has hidden behind his walls, but we have lost contact. We had hoped that he was just jamming our signals somehow, but we have sent two other groups of police in to see what happened and there has been no word.” Said the man in command of the assault on Chadtopia.

“Well send more of the army in!” Shouted the Prime Minister angrily.

“It will take another five hours for the closest military base’s soldiers to travel down from up north.” The officer dutifully informed.

“What about aeroplanes? Surely the RAAF could do a flyover and…”

*Pop*

“… What the hell! NO, STAY AWAY FROM ME! AHHH…” The voice of the Prime Minister screamed in terror over the phone.

“Prime Minister! Are you ok, sir? Prime Minister, answer me!” The officer demanded in fear, he had suddenly remembered the death threats against all those in power by Peverell.

In the private office of the Australian Prime Minister, a child-sized ninja flicked the blood from his blade before painting a creepy smiley face on the wall with his target’s blood with “Death to all enemies” written above it. Then with another *pop* the house-elf disappeared.

It was ten minutes later that the mutilated body was found after the officer on the phone at the time had notified police and relevant authorities.

Australia was soon shocked to hear over the radio and television that not just the Prime Minister, but every member of Parliament was found dead. Their heads cut off and then placed on the body’s chest, staring at the closest doorway with a painted message nearby.

Not one person had taken the delusional man claiming to be a monarch seriously and had declined to resign from their positions of authority over Australia. They had thought it just an empty threat from a soon to be capture lunatic.

Now, people had to rethink the validity of this King’s message and re-evaluate what they would do. If the man had the power to kill off every member of Parliament, all over the country in a single night, without any assassin captured or seen, then maybe he was not as delusional as they first thought!

Next, the news stations reported that all those that entered Chadtopia had failed to check-in or return, and people became doubly scared. Even a flight of RAAF fighter jets had been unable to return from a flyover, confirming Chadtopia was capable of anti-aircraft defences.

Could this fruitcake actually take over Australia?

The answer came when the supposedly lost convoy returned to the gateway of Chadtopia manned by Chad’s men. All police and reporters were given the choice of death or surrender over loudspeakers.

When the first group of people told them to “f*ck off!”, they were turned into a bloody mess with the mounted guns, and the survivors were quick to kneel in terror.

The police were captured and restrained, but the journalists were each given a renewed video copy of King Peverell’s request for either flight, surrender or death to play for the populace.

This time, it was taken seriously.