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บท 255: Bag of Infinite Ammo

Outskirts of Sin City

The skies of over the distant city lit up and brights dots of lights continuously floated away before disappearing into the darkness of the night skies.

Blue Thunder sniffed and whimpered with pain as his crew poured antiseptic over his torn wing membranes before stretching them and using a large sewing needle to sew the torn pieces together.

"Oh, you big baby!" Rastraz giggled from the side as she stretched her serpentine body out leisurely. "It's just a small wound!"

Blue Thunder lowered his head grumpily and retorted in a low voice, "I see how you fare when you get shot next!"

"What?" Rastraz's golden eyes glowed as she glared at Blue Thunder who looked away acted innocent.

Crew Chief Sergeant Stamford gave a smack on the side of Blue Thunder and said, "All done, you big baby!"

"Why can't you use duct tape?" Blue Thunder gave his damaged wings a few experimental flaps. "I don't like needles!"

"All the duct tapes have been confiscated by Logistics!" Stamford grumbled as he helped the rest pack up the sewing kits and medical supplies. "They did an all department wide sweep, collecting all the duct tapes back, saying that our total stocks of tape are in critical levels and we are wasting it too much on many unless things!"

"What? Noooo... I want duct tape!" Blue Thunder whined. "At least it does hurt compared to needles!"

"Than stop getting yourself shot!" Stamford sighed as he shoved the medical kit into Blue Thunder's harness while Rastraz guffawed wildly on the side.

Blue Thunder sadly replied, "But bullets have no eyes... I can't control where they fly..."

Stamford shook his head and looked over to the burning city whose anti air defenses were still firing wildly off into the night skies like some sort of fireworks even when all air assets had long left the airspace of the city.

"Well, pack it up, we are going back to take some images of the city before we head back to base!"

-----

Sin City. Palace of the Cabal

Hitsu and Loke cautiously entered the back door and followed the sounds of footsteps stomping away in the distance. After checking the corridor was clear, they hastened their steps after that person who was running away from them.

They came out of the corridor to find themselves in another wing of the Palace where several doorways could be seen. A sudden roar and a couple of Orc guard from one of the doorways fired at them, blowing a large chunk of plaster and wood out of the walls next to Hitsu.

The two Claymore One soldiers ducked and took cover before leaning out of cover to return fire at the Orc guards. The loud roars of the Orcish guns drowned out the suppressed barks of their weapons.

Hitsu yelled, "Cover me!" before he did a quick dive and rolled to the other side of the hallway. Large holes appeared around Hitsu as he rolled to cover as the Orcs fired gleefully at him.

Loke snapped his trigger rapidly, sending round after round down the hallway, blowing small holes around the Orcs' cover. As he returned to cover, he caught a glimpse of more and more Orc guards coming to reinforce the area. "Shit! More Orcs!"

"Cover me! Buy me a couple of minutes!" Hitsu cried out as he dug into his sling bag and pulled out weapon parts before fiddling with them. He quickly assembled an MG 1 from parts he retrieved from the bag before digging out a belt of ammunition.

He slapped the top cover down once he aligned the links of 8.6 × 70 mm ammunition in place and worked the cocking lever, chambering a round into the firing chamber. Hitsu made sure that belt of ammunition coming out from the Bag of Holding was not snagged before he leaned out of cover and let his machine gun rip.

The high powered 8.6 x 70 mm rounds copied after the .338 Norma Magnum were designed for high precision sniper rifles and medium machine guns tore through the cheap concrete, wood, and plaster easily, blowing fist sized holes in the walls. Most managed to penetrate the weaken walls and hammered at the Orcs taking cover.

Hitsu slowly moved out of cover as he hosed down one side of the hallway, suppressing the Orcs down before switching fire to the other side. Loke quickly formed up behind Hitsu and the two advanced down the hallway soaked with Orcish blood and spent casings.

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Screams of agony tore from the wiggling tendrils of black smoke as the thermite grenades burnt through the hacked body parts and carpet. Tyrier and his team stepped back from the intense glare of the flames as the concrete and wood of the floor glow red and slowly melted.

The creepy black smoke squirmed and faces could be seen forming within the smoke as it tried to escape the flames. "AHHHHHHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"What in the thirteen hells are those things?" Wolf asked with wild eye horror.

"Dark magic," Tyrier replied, "Yet, it is not the Orc's magic..."

"Yea, that hooman said something about a Great Serpent god..." Tavel added. "Fark, we dealing with Gods again? The last time we met a Hero with some God artifact, it didn't go so well..."

Tyrier kept quiet as his mind raced while watching the black smoke with the faces dissipated away. "Well. at least they can be destroyed using the same methods to dealing with the undead!"

"See if there is any intel worthwhile here, if not set some charges," Tyrier ordered. "Destroy everything here."

"Squad Three, what's your situation?" Tyrier spoke into his comms.

"Three, we got some company at the ground level hallway but so far nothing we can't handle, over."

"Copy that. One to Two, report!"

"Two, facing heavy resistance, in pursit of a Tango, over!"

"Roger, we are coming your way. Out." Tyrier turned back to the rest who had was still looking around the place. "Anything interesting?"

"Got some accounting books and ledgers," Tavel said. "Nothing else."

"Wolf, you done?" Tyrier asked.

"Almost!" Wolf plugged in the detonator fuze into the last block of explosive that he taped to the side of the wall before he twisted the together the slow burning fuze cords together. "Fifteen minutes fuze?"

Tyrier nodded, "Do it."

Wolf used a worn looking plastic lighter and carefully lit the fuze lines. The slow burning fuze caught fire and started fuzzing away. "Done! Let's get out of here!"

Tyrier led the way out of the Great Hall and into the side door where Hitsu and Loke had gone through to link up with them, leaving behind a pile of molted concrete and charred body parts.

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Hitsu checked the rooms on the left while Loke covered the rooms on the right, both finding luxuriously decked out bedrooms for either the top echelon or for VIP guests. They found several females slaves huddled together in one room and they quickly shooed them away.

Loke stopped before one of the last rooms and frowned as he sensed magical energies emitted from behind the closed door. He gestured Hitsu over and stuck breaching explosives on the door before taking cover and blowing the door away.

Almost immediately a magic array activated and several fireballs exploded outwards. The fireballs splashed themselves harmless against the other side of the walls while Hitsu and Loke entered after the trap had activated.

As they entered, they saw a large room with several worktables littered with slave collars or artifacts of sorts. Crouching behind the bed as a young male hunched protectively over a female slave.

"HANDS UP! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!" Hitsu and Loke roared at the couple. "UP! UP! UP!"

The two dazed from the explosion reacted too slowly for Hitsu's liking, and he pushed them face down against the bed while Loke switched over to check out the room for any other occupants. "Clear!"

"Kid's a mage!" Loke whispered to Hitsu as they planned their next move. "What do we do?"

"Secure them?" Hitsu asked while Loke shook his head.

"What happens if the Palace burns down," Loke said. "If they are tied up, they can't escape."

"But clearly he isn't a slave," Hitsu replied. "No slave collar and from the looks of the things, he seems to be the one doing the slave binding contracts. He could be one of them."

"Fark, I better call it in," Loke cursed. "One, this is Two."

"One, send."

"Two, we might have an HVT here. Over."

"One, tag him and bag him, we pick him up later, five mikes, out!"

"Well, you heard the boss!" Loke said. "Tag and bag him!"

Hitsu gave a shrug before whipping out cable ties and roughly bound the kid's thumbs together behind his back. "You do anything stupid, I kill you and your little girlfriend on the spot!"

"NOO! Leave her be!" The kid cried out. "She's innocent!"

"Damn," Hitsu whistled. "Kid's a romantic!"

Loke rolled his eyes, "Tag and bag her too!"

Hitsu laughed before tying the frightened girl up too and slipped a hood over both their prisoners and they stood watch, waiting for Squad One to arrive.

A short while later, their comms crackled, "One to Two, coming in, hold your fire!"

Hitsu and Loke relaxed their hold on their weapons as they saw someone waving their hand from the doorway. "Come in!"

Wolf did a quick peek before he entered the room with the rest. "Two HVTs?"

"Yup," Hitsu nodded. "Tag and bagged them."

"Where's the hooman?" Tyrier asked.

"Should be in there," Hitsu gestured to the last room. "We cleared all the rooms except that one."

Tyrier nodded, "Knock them out." He gestured to the two on the bed.

Loke removed his medkit from his harness and removed two syringes of tranq-shot before poking it into the fleshy part of their butts, dumping the chemicals into their system. "That should keep them nice and quiet for a couple of hours1"

"Alright! Stack up!" Tyrier called from the doorway. "We go in and take out the hooman, be aware that he might have some pact with some dark Gods!"

"Aww shit! More stuff involving Gods?" Hitsu cursed. "Why can't the Gods give us some powers too!"

"Shut it!" Tyrier hissed. "War face on!"

The men formed up before the door and using breaching charges, they blew the door open and tossed in flashbangs as before. Rushing in they found themselves in a room filling with gold decorations all over. Curtains billowed from the open balcony and the bedroom could be seen from an opened door.

The men spread out automatically, checking the whole suite for dangers. Tyrier advanced cautiously through the door into the bedroom when he felt a tingle of arcane energies rising. He swung his weapon to the source of power and saw a fat dark skinned hooman kneeling before a gold idol.

The hooman was muttering something frantically before the gold idol which looked like a large leaf stalk with a wiggly looking worm at the bottom. The hooman which Tyrier recognized as the Armory Sergeant Raman sensed his presense and he turned his double chin head to face Tyrier.

A crazed look was in his blood shot eyes and the hooman grinned stupidly with a strand of saliva dripping down from one corner of his upturned lips. "Too... late... hahahhaha!"

"FARK!" Tyrier squeezed the trigger, stitching across the chest of the hooman with blood flowers. He paused when he saw the tell tale smoke tendrils coming out from the wounds of the fat hooman laying on the side next to the idol which was flecked with the hooman's blood.

He sensed an ominous feeling coming from the gold idol and he dug into his pouches and pulled out all the explosives he has.

He quickly tore a piece of fuze cord and jammed it into the explosives before lighting it with a simple flame spell and tossed it onto the idol and ran out of the room.

"OUT OUT OUT! FIRE IN HOLE!!"


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บท 256: The Great Devourer

The whole Palace rocked and rumbled as the Sultan's suite suddenly exploded. Coughing and shaking his head to get rid of the ringing in his ears, Tyrier stood up from the hallway outside of the suite now turned into a rubble of broken concrete.

The rest of his men collected themselves and looked into the wrecked room, "What the fark was that?"

"Shit... I don't think that will stop it!" Tyrier quickly answered. "We need to get out of here now!"

"What is inside that room?" Hitsu asked as he hefted up his machine gun.

"Another farking artifact of the Gods!" Tyrier cursed.

The floor suddenly shook and sounds of something stirring within the rubble of the wrecked room could be heard. "Eh... That doesn't sound so good..." Altied said.

"BACK!" Tyrier ordered and everyone turned heel and ran away down the hallway when it appeared that the whole Palace started to shake madly.

He turned back looked at the room and caught a glimpse of a dark shadow spilling foth from the rubble and he yelled, "RUN!"

"Three to One, what the hell is happening up there?" Tyrier's comms came alive.

"One, Code Black! Repeat, Code Black!" Tyrier yelled into his comms as he followed his men, racing down the hallway before he skidded to a halt. "FARK!"

"What?" The rest stopped and looked at Tyrier.

"The damn HVTs!" Tyrier cursed. "Wolf with me, the rest link up with the others on the ground floor!"

"Ahh..." Wolf swallowed nervously as he followed his commander back. The ominous feeling and the dense amount of magical energy gathering in the area was enough to make his hair stand on its ends. He forced the primal fear of the unknown forming in the pit of his tummy down and quickly ran behind Tyrier.

They came back to the room where they left the two tied up and hooded prisoners and each grabbed one using a fireman carry and ran out of the room when cracks started to form on the floors and walls.

"Shit! I don't know what that farker summoned in, but it's farking destroying everything here!" Tyrier cursed as he ran while carrying the prisoner over his shoulders. "Faster!"

They came to the stairs and found many other slaves and even Orcs in confusion and terror from the shaking of the Palace. Ignoring the slaves and Orcs who likewise ignored them and only thought of their own safety, they met up with the rest on the ground floor.

A sudden loud crack and sounds of breaking concrete could be heard while the whole Palace underwent another massive earthquake. "Get out!" Young yelled as he helped up some fallen slaves, shoving them towards the main doors of the Palace.

Spilling out of the Palace with a small crowd of slaves and Orcs, the men of Claymore One turned back and look stunned at the spectacle happening behind them inside the Palace.

A massive wiggling shadow could be seen against the night sky. It seemed to swallow away the light from the flames of the burning city and the illumination spells in the skies. Its head was a vast triangular shape and it seemed to stretch its body before coiling around the remains of the crumbling Palace.

"What in the thirteen hells is that thing?" Everyone stared in horror at the creature that appeared towering over the Palace.

"Is that the Great Serpent they spoke of?" Loke said to no one in particular. "Fark... that thing must be like a hundred meters long!"

"Fall back!" Tyrier ordered and ran down the stairs. His words seemed to break the hold on the rest including the slaves and the Orcs and they scrambled down the grand stairs of the Palace entrance, screaming in terror at the horrors they just witness.

The coiling Serpent either sensing the running people or the screams, turned its gaze at the crowd before widening its jaws and hissing. It flowed over the dome shaped roof of the Palace and slithered after the fleeing slaves and Orcs, hissing in hunger.

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Moor the Oerkin and the rest of his crew had stood or sat dumbstruck by the monstrous form appearing within the Palace. He rubbed his beady eyes, thinking that he might have snort one too many black powder mixtures till he was seeing things.

"I- Is that the K- Keeper of Souls?" A younger Oerkin asked at the side as he too stared in fear at the source of all their childhood fear from tales told by their Mothers and Shamans that the Keeper of Souls will come if they were naughty.

"Impossible!" Moor cried out. "The Keeper was banished long ago! Our Ancestors made it so! And our shamans took its powers for our own!"

"B- But... That's the Great Devourer?" The young Oerkin trembled in fear. "The stories! The drawings! It's the same!!!"

"NO!" Moor cried out loudly, breaking the silence and everyone turned and looked at him, wide eyed. "We must kill that... abomination of a God!"

"LOAD THE POW POWS!" He roared, shocking the surrounding Oerkins into action. He sat back on the cannon mount and pedaled fiercely, turning the whole gun mount to face the Palace where the shadowy Serpent was hunting among the ruins for a tasty morsel of souls.

Once the whole gun mount was facing the Serpent, he held on the pistol grips of Pow Pow Guns and squeezed the trigger, roaring out loudly together with the barks of the cannon to dispell away all the fear and terror in his heart.

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"Aissssssh, yisssss....." The Serpent hissed happily as it swallowed whole a warm screaming body down its throat. "Hmmmmm... niassse and young, twenty the mosst! How... delicatee tassting!"

It ahhhed and looked down on the bright glows of souls that dotted all over the area before its mightly visage. That fat oath taker of his might be useless in many ways, but at least, in the end, he made himself useful.

It hissed happily as it thought of the creature willing to give up his soul in exchange for power and oh yes, power it gave. With that creature's help, it managed to manifest into this realm and after that, it feasted on the oh so delicious soul of that creature.

Now, all it needs is more souls to keep its manifestation permanent and there seemed to be more than enough souls here for it to do just that! How delightful! Thought the Great Devourer.

Just as it leaned down to snatch up another tasty morsel, streaks of red hammered against its body, making it wobble on its perch of the Palace. It hissed angrily, wondering who and what dared to interrupt its meal.

It tracked the source of the red hot darts from a spot on the thin flimsy walls these creatures all loved to build and hissed out its displeasure. The red hot darts barely dealt any damage to its body, but it was angered that these low forms dared to even strike at its god body.

It slithered its way over the dwellings the low live forms loved to make and reared up before the tiny contraception that was spitting fire at its body. It hissed and widened its jaws and snapped down.

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Moor roared wildly as he fired shell after shell at the rapidly approaching Serpent. More than half his shots missed which blew up large chunks of masonry from the buildings as he tried to track the erratic movement of the Serpent.

The Serpent suddenly reared up before he even noticed and he stared at the wide mouth and flickering split tongue. He saw the scales of the pitch black Serpent were giving off smoke like some kind of aura. He continued to hold down the triggers, sending more hot tracers slamming into the body of the Serpent till his weapons suddenly stopped firing.

He turned to call out to his crew and found himself alone at the walls. His crew must had ran away some time ago and he looked back at the Serpent that was gazing at him hungrily. Drawing out his revolvers, he took a dual gunslinger stance and roared out while firing at the sudden gaping mouth.

"WAAARR-"

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"Run!" Tyrier sucked in a deep breath as he ran through the streets. Everyone ignored the Claymore One soldiers as their attention was focused at the calamity that appeared before them. They easily slipped through the Inner City gates as the guards were in a state of confusion.

Anyone questioning them was pointed towards the large Serpent looming over the city and all questions were immediately forgotten as they stared at the monster. They easily made their way to Outer City gates where it was thronged with a massive crowd of people wanting to escape the city.

They quickly covered their weapons and gear under their cloaks and removed the hoods of their prisoners and acted as merchants guards, blending into the crowd and slowly made their way out of the city together with a flood of other merchants and slaves.

Once safely out of the city, they wandered away from the crowd who were watching the disaster happening within the city and headed towards the flashing infrared beacon in the far distance.

-----

Blue Thunder landed next to Rastraz's prone form and he whimpered in fear almost immediately. "Boss! Don't make me go over the city again, okay?" He begged his crew chief as he cuddled up into a ball next to Rastraz trembling form.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Stamford climbed down from Blue Thunder's trembling body. "I never seen you so afraid of anything before! Maybe that railgun firing but this is so unlike you!"

Blue Thunder only gave a whimper and buried his head under his wing, squeezing closer to Rastraz who seemed to allow it as she too huddled closer to Blue Thunder.

"Rastraz! What is wrong?" Stamford frowned worriedly. "Are you two alright?"

"City... bad... very bad magic!" Rastraz hissed in fear under her wing. "Don't want to go near!"

"What?" Stamford frowned. "Shit, Claymore One is still in there. What the hell we do now?"

"Sarge!" Dek their radioman called out, "Claymore One just reported in!"

"What's their situation?" Stamford came next to Dek who was fiddling with the radio equipment.

"They requesting extraction, seven plus additional two cargo," Dek replied.

"Tell him same rendevous point, no changes," Stamford replied. "and ask them what the hell is happening in the city that my two fucking dragons are so scared that they are practically useless now!"

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Hours later, a flashlight flashed in a series of codes before Stamford replied with his own flashlight. Several shadows emerged into the camp and Tyrier dumped his cargo down on to the ground without any ceremony before sitting down.

Stamford offered Tyrier a corked bottle and Tyrier popped it before taking a deep swill of the drink. He gasped out and said. "Damn, you got juice?"

Stamford grinned proudly, "What can I say? Airforce!"

"Damn flyboys, getting all the good shit while we eat dirt!" Tyrier sighed. "Anything to eat?"

"We got some stew that went cold from waiting for your arrival, if you want, we can warm it up for you guys," Stamford replied.

"Nah, it will do just fine," Tyrier grinned. "We are not so pampered like you flyboys!"

"Hahahaha," Stamford laughed good naturally while gesturing to his crew to bring the stew over. "So, business, what the hell happened in that city?"

Tyrier's expression changed, "It's another damn artifact of the Gods..."

"Those damn deserters had gotten their hands on an artifact and seemed to have made some unnatural pact with the God!" Tyrier explained. "We got to the fat bastard too late, and he summoned some kind of giant Serpent that is terrorizing the whole damn city!"

"Shit, a giant snake?" Stamford cursed and jerked his thumb towards the two sniveling dragons, "My two dragons aren't willing to even go anywhere near the city."

Tyrier looked up from his mess tin and said in a serious tone, "Don't worry, I am not suicidal either!"


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