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.
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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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Guess which God this is?
Aslan was having a bad dream. Images of his father's face morphing to his own, hands dragging him away to the abyss, his mother crying and screaming as she was torn away from his grasp. He suddenly jolted awake and looked at the ring of faces staring down at him.
He felt his cheeks stinging as if someone had slapped him hard several times. "Wh- what, where am I?"
"Finally awake, boy?" A gruff voice spoke over him and he tried to focus his eyes onto the speaker while feeling light headed. "Sit up, boy."
He tried to push himself up to a sitting position before realizing his hands were bound behind his back. "W- Who are you? Why did you tie me up?"
"Name. Tell me your name boy!" A rough voice spoke behind him and he tried to turn to face the speaker.
"A- Aslan," He replied and he slowly recalled what had happened in the Palace. "Wait... who are you all? Did you kidnap me from the Sultan?"
"Ha! Sultan?" Someone laughed with a strange accent. "Who's the Sultan?"
"Sultan Raman!" Aslan cried out using Raman's name as some sort of talisman against these bandits. "He's the king in these parts!"
"Damn fucker thinks he's a king?" The person with the strange accent spat. "Fuck that bugger!"
Aslan blinked his eyes as his mind slowly recovered. He started to notice details around him, like the sky seemed brighter and he was surrounded by almost a dozen men and the slave girl, Teresa was laying down next to him. How long was I knocked out, he wondered.
"How is she?" He tried to move himself to check on her but he couldn't make it. "Is she alright?"
"Yea, lover boy," One of the bandits replied. "Don't worry about your love. She's just sleeping."
"I see..." Aslan replied. "So you want ranson? I warn you first that the Sultan is not a forgiving man and he is very powerful!"
The men backlit by the dying embers of the campfire laughed and one of the men with a grizzly look to him said. "There are bigger problems now, Raman and his merry gang are... mostly gone..."
"Gone?" Aslan was more confused by their words. "Let us go! I make sure you get paid well!"
"Nah, we are not grabbing you for money," The man, clearly the leader of this group of bandits replied. "Tell me, what is your role or position with the Sultan? What do you work as?"
"I..." Aslan clams his mouth shut, "No, I will not tell you anything till you release me and her and promised us safe passage back to Sin City!"
"Well, that we can't do..." The man replied. "Well, you see, Sin City... is no more!"
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UNS Singapore, Captain's Quarters
Blake frowned as the report came in from Orwell's Point regarding the situation that was unfolding at Sin City. "So Claymore One has accounted for five confirm kills and two probable?"
Tavor of Naval Intel nodded, "Yes, Sir. There is also a report of a confirmed target that was found in the vicinity of the site of the Hero's remains. That makes six of the eight."
"One of the deserters is suspected to be in the Treasury when the bombs fell," Tavor continued. "Also the last deserter's situation is unknown after the appearance of the Giant Serpent that is destroying the City now."
"So we got at least one target still alive that's running around digging up the remains of the Hero?" Blake kept his frown on.
"Yes, Sir," Tavor replied. "I took the liberty to assign assets closest to the target to take him out."
"Good," Blake nodded. "Now, what do we know of this snake that's rampaging at Sin City?"
"Unclear, Sir," Tavor said. "So far the information we getting from the field reports that the deserters called it the Great Serpent. We have the School checking the libraries and databases for any references to a Great Serpent."
"Damn, just when we needed Thorn and Sharon, and both of them are away at Orwell's Point," Blake rubbed his face. "So it's confirmed to be some God?"
"Yes, as of this time," Tavor nodded. "Claymore One is already extracted and en route towards Orwell's Point for some rest and resupply. I would recommend sending them back later to observe the situation happening at Sin City."
"We need to be able to keep constant eyes on the Serpent's movement," Tavor said.
Blake sighed and ordered, "Task the UAV at Orwell's Point to keep track of it. I want to know its every action, even if it shits or pees!"
"Yes, Sir!" Tavor replied.
"What do we know of the city's population?" Blake asked.
"We estimated its numbers to be around ten thousand max," Tavor said.
Blake rubbed his eyes before responding, "Is there anything we can do to help those people?"
"No, sir," Tavor shook his head. "Regretfully, we have no assets within the area of operations that can handle the Serpent. The Airforce has even reported that the dragons were afraid of even going near that city."
"What?" Blake was surprised. "Even Rastraz?"
"Yes, even the ancient dragon is afraid of that Serpent," Tavor said. "This proves that that being is way more powerful than the Hero we fought and defeated."
"Sometimes, I wish that we have a tactical nuke onboard or even a bloody orbital satellite to bomb the shit out of these Gods..." Blake sighed. "And our railgun is out of alignment to even fire at that direction and angle."
"I need you and the general staff to plan out contingency plans and even evacuation plans," Blake said. "In case that thing heads our way. I got a feeling that it wanted not the Hero's remains but the stuff that the Hero was carrying and that goddamn thing is in our hands."
Tavor nodded, "It will be done. I will also post more men to ensure the artifact is properly secured and if needed, transported away and destroyed."
"Good, make it so," Blake gave his agreement.
After Tavor left his office, Blake called up both the Marine CO and the Airforce CO. "Alright, I think you guys roughly know the shitstorm that is happening right now?"
Both Officers nodded in the display screen. "Good, so I will cut it short. I got the General Staff and Intel to work out contingency and evacuation plans in case of that God Serpent come knocking on our doors."
"I want your men to be on full standby for now, all units to be fully prepped and loaded for bear," Blake ordered. "We killed a Hero before, now we will kill a God!"
After briefing and ordering his men, Blake leaned back on his chair and frowned.
"This is a goddamn calamity!"
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Uncharted Forest
"Like I said," Corporal Drake gestured vaguely in the general direction of the forest. "Just follow the trail of bodies and it will lead you to their camp!"
Third Sergeant Sath, mech commander of the 1st Armor, Unit 02 sighed. "I know, but it's damn hard to spot the bodies in this damn forest!"
Drake squeezed his way past the cramp quarters of the gun turret and hunkered down next to Sergeant Sath peering at his view screens. "Say... Slow, erm, you know the way?" He turned and asked the Orc who was keeping himself as small as possible in the tight passenger compartment that was filled to the brim with extra supplies, leaving only enough room for two men to sit.
"I need to see the land..." Slow replied from his uncomfortable position.
"Alright..." Sath sighed again. "Clove, full stop."
The mech rumbled to a halt and lowered its main hull to the ground. Slow squeezed his way out from the top compartment hatch and hopped down to the ground and stretched himself.
"So how?" Sath called out from the commander's hatch. "Think you can find the correct way?"
He and his crew got assigned this special mission from HQ of chasing down the enemy Orcs and the hooman traitor just this morning. The 1st Armor CO decided to only send one unit with the two Marines to go hunt their target down, as he deemed the protection of the Convoy more crucial due to the series of increasing monsters attacks they encountered along the way.
The wheeled and tracked vehicles were mostly bogged down by the roots of the thick trees that required the engineers to blow up before they could proceed forward.
At the start, every one of Unit 02 was excited to go kick ass, but now, it seemed like they are lost. He watched the Orc Marine sniffed the air and paced around the Mech before pointing to one direction.
"You sure?" Sath asked. "We are already quite lost, I don't wanna get bogged down in the middle of nowhere!"
The Orc nodded confidently and climbed onto the small ASAG that was following them, "Follow, I lead."
"Well, let's move out then!" Sath said and the Mech jerked forward while he buttoned up as the tree branches scraped against the hull once the Mech moved forward, keeping pace behind the tiny ASAG which skittled across the forest like a spider.
Slow sat on Asagi and pointed the way as he used his superior sense of smell, tracing the scent of Orcish blood against the smells of the forest. Finally, they managed to trace back their route when they were fleeing from the Orcs and they set off towards finding the enemy's camp.
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Sin City
The once bustling city was in ruins, the Palace and the Inner City built by the blood and sweat of thousands of slaves laid destroyed and charred by the bombs and napalm dropped by the UN Airforce.
The fire had raged throughout the night, fueled by the wooden structures and flammable materials in the Armory and Factory. When dawn came, the fires died down after consuming more than half of the Inner City.
The rest of the city fared no better as a godly being had torn through the entire place in search of prey. It feasted on the running slaves and those hiding inside the Palace before moving out to the Inner City. Those Orcs brave enough to stand before it all ended up as a meal source.
The Great Serpent reared its triangular hooded head up high and glared at the hateful Sun. Its flint like scales appeared to absorb the light from the sun while tiny tendrils of smoke rose from its body.
Another mud building collapsed as a mighty muscled Serpent's body rolled over it as it spied something inside. The hiding inhabitants screamed in terror and tried to crawl their way out of the rubble only to be snatched up by the Serpent and swallowed whole.
It has rampaged throughout the City till dawn broke, hunting and feasting on the energy of the souls. The low forms had tried to destroy it a couple of times, spewing those pitiful burning hot spells at its mighty form and they all became its meal in the end.
The Serpent hissed happily as its shadow body grew more and substantial, the wisps of smoke from the leaking of its material body lessening as its hold to this realm solidified more with each soul eaten. Even with the hateful Sun shining down from the skies, its body managed to maintain its form as long as it has enough energy.
It sniffed around the ruins of the City, fishing here and there for more tasty souls before it turned its eyes to the thick life energy that was gathering just beyond the low lives city and its jaws widened hungrily.
First, it must feast till it can sustain its form indefinitely before it can go hunt for that hated God and devour its power for itself and it will be finally reborn into this realm fully!
But for now, it has to devour more!
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