World War Zero: Iron Storm Direct

The war of the future had arrived too early, and it seemed it would never end.

Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw the signal. They didn't retreat. Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their iron plating and welding their hulls together in a desperate, makeshift wall of steel. World War Zero: Iron Storm

"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!" The war of the future had arrived too

High above, German zeppelins dropped canisters of liquefied oxygen. As they hit the ground, the temperature plummeted. Metal became brittle. The Leviathan’s treads groaned and snapped like dry twigs. The great landship groaned, tilting precariously as it ground to a halt. The Last Stand Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their

Captain Elias Thorne stood in the conning tower of the Leviathan-7 , a landship the size of a city block. It moved on sixteen massive iron treads, churning the French mud into a black slurry. Around him, the "Storm" was literal. It wasn’t rain that fell from the soot-choked sky, but a constant drizzle of oil and shrapnel from the aerial dreadnoughts clashing above the clouds.