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บท 266: Live Free

The plains were burning. Thick oily black smoke rosed into the skies, where it was visible hundreds of kilometers away. The creatures living in the vicinity fled from the inferno that was raging on in the heart of the plains.

The fire was constantly accompanied by thunderous roars that could be heard echoing away dozens of kilometers away. No sane creature nor person had remained close by, as they all fled away from the angry pressure of the Serpent God.

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"Seagull Two to One, presents delivered!" The comms in Goldan's headphones cried out. "Place burning up hotter than hell!"

"Roger, RTB! Stay high, don't get caught by that thing!" Goldan replied as he turned the plane back towards base, before leaning back and watching the burning fields.

"That is for the guys of Seagull Three!"

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Lebo the Hunter crouched low, using the tall grass for concealment and watched the squirming Serpent God thrashing about in the distance. Fires raged all around it as it cried out in pain and anger while rolling about the scorched earth, creating large furrows of churned earth.

He had wrapped a dirty sweat stained animal hide across his mouth and nose, as the thick ash and smoke hugged the area around the Serpent God. He frowned as he watched two strange crossed shaped objects flying off in the skies, that barely looked like any wyvern or dragon he has ever seen in his whole life of hunting monsters.

Despite his misgivings, he bowed and gave a prayer of thanks to the strange flying creatures as he watched how they burnt the hidden Serpent God out of its hiding place. He picked up his quiver filled with throwing spears and carefully backtracked away from the enraged Serpent.

Once he was certain he was far enough from the snake, he turned heels and ran, heading towards the army that was awaiting his scouting report.

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It was rudely awakened by the same hellfire that came out of nowhere. The dirt ceiling above it collapsed and buried it while shockwave baffled it all over, making it confused and hurting its insides.

Liquid hellfire scorched and stuck to any of its exposed flesh, while the air around it was superheated up by the rivers of fire. Nasty storm clouds soon formed above the raging inferno as the superheated air rose up into the atmosphere, and chain lightning thundered and flashed in the clouds.

Its injuries were barely healed when yet it suffered again, feeling the hellfire burning right into its core. It thrashed about, trying to rub the hellfire off its body as it dug its way out of the earth. It wondered how was it found, was the Gods of Fire working with the mortals against it now?

It opened its jaws and screamed out its rage, knowing that its injuries will lessen its time on this realm and it must feed or its powers will be too weak to remain here. It rolled about on the ground and slithered its way out of the inferno, making sure to avoid the swaths of hellfire an ignored the energy draining sun rays on its body as it looked around desperately for prey.

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Thousands and thousands of Oerkin had gathered together by the call of the Great Summons. It has been over a hundred years since the last Great Summon was invoked and all the warriors of the Great Clans and Tribes had gathered before a massive inferno raging in the distance.

"Is that where the Evil One is?" One of the gathered Lesser Chiefs asked.

The gathered Chiefs and Elders of various clans and tribes glazed upon the burning plains. "Where are the rest? Have they all been defeated?" Another young Oerkin chief asked.

The Elders and Chiefs looked at each other uneasily. "We have no news, wait for the scouts to return!"

"Are we fighting?" Another called out while the Elders and Chiefs ignored the questions. "What are we waiting for?"

"All of you! Silence!" One of the Elders with an angry expression roared out. "We observe more before making any rash acts!"

"We wait for the scouts to return?" A commanding voice broke the unease among the chiefs and elders. A young Oerkin with perfectly sculpted muscles wearing a sleeveless hide armor with a brace of black powder revolvers hung on his hips and great ax dangling over his back stroll to the center of the gathered Oerkins. "How long must we wait? We have gathered here for over three days!"

His dominating presence forced the Oerkins to give way to him and he stood before all the chiefs and elders. "Me, Turok! Son of Drokk, Great Chief of the Wolfmasters!" He roared out his credentials.

"Son of Drokk, we greet you!" The elders and chiefs gave a respectful bow to the young chieftain of the largest Oerkin Clan. "Your Father will-"

"Yes, yes!" Turok waved the pleasantries away. "My Father missing still! Together with a thousand of the Wolfmasters warriors!"

The other lesser chieftains also cried out, "We have three hundred warriors missing!"

"Five hundred of the Tusk Clan!"

"Enough!" The Elders and Chiefs on the front roared out. "Wait for the scouts to return!"

"Not only that!" Turok growled. "Where are the Shamans? I see none here! Even our clan's Shamans are missing!"

His words made the rest of the young chieftains uneasy as they looked around themselves while the Elders and Chiefs sighed. "The Shamans have all gone to get help..."

"Help?" Turok narrowed his beady eyes. "From who? And where? All the Great Clans and Tribes had gathered to the call of the Great Summon! Who else can the shamans call? Unless..."

"Yes... Our ancestors!" One of the Elders confirmed his thoughts. "As of now, we waiting for them to arrive..."

"Why do we need..." Turok frowned. "Wait... the missing warriors! Every single one defeated?"

"Yes..." The Elders and Chiefs nodded sadly. "We do not wish to spread this news!"

The sons of the chiefs that perished in the battle with the Serpent God looked around themselves in shock at the news.

"There are three thousand warriors!" Turok cried out! "How could it be possible!"

"It is the truth!" The Elders and Chiefs replied. "We are fighting a Great Evil!"

"But... the bodies! Their spirits?" Turok clenched his fists in anger. "Where are they?"

His question was met with silence until Turok turned away from the gathering of Elders and Chiefs. "I shall gather my warriors for war! We have waited too long! Now it is injured we must take this chance to kill it!"

Turok suddenly stopped and turned back and said, "That Evil has to be stopped! Like how our fathers had done so for the greater good of the Oerkin race! That Thing feasts on the spirits of all things living, if we want to live free after death, we must fight!"

With that, he walked off, with the rest of the sons of the Chiefs following behind as they went to rally their warriors to fight.

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A stench of old and rot followed the army of undead as they marched tirelessly across the plains, drawn to the black clouds of smoke in the far horizon. Surrounding the undead army was the Oerkin Shamans who spent all their powers to keep the spirits in check and also by maintaining a magic barrier over the undead as the sun rays greatly weakened the spirits.

The shamans watched the smoke given off by the fires with great unease as they approached nearer. They all had felt the loss of the Eldest Shaman who stayed back to fight the Evil, and now massive forbidding clouds gathered over the thick smoke with flickers of lightning and roars of thunder.

"We must hurry! I fear the Great Summon might be in trouble!" One of the Elder Shaman using a short ranged telepathy spell spoke into the minds of the shamans nearby. "We should be able to make it to the Summon by nightfall!"

The other Shamans nodded and together, they squeezed out all their remaining mana to keep the barrier protecting the undead stronger, to allow the spirits more energy to move faster as they kicked their wind wolves mount, urging them to move faster.

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The shrieking shell screamed past Aaron's head and he ducked and the Orc riding the wind wolf ahead of him disappeared into smoke, flames, and gore. The riderless wolf tumbled head over heels with its rear end missing and trailing blood and gore everywhere as it rolled across the plains.

He turned his head away from the splatter of blood as his mount rode through the billowing dust and smoke. Flecks of blood and bits of flesh cling onto his body and clothes which he quickly brushed them off.

He turned back and cursed as he saw the crab like tank following him instead of the other split off parties of Orcs. His remaining escort of five Orcs was all that remained of the ten that followed him.

He watched a line of tracers erupted out from the side of the crab tank, the rounds ripping up the other party of Orcs that rode away in another direction. Most of the Orcs and wolves tumbled down from the lethal spray of bullets and Aaron cursed again.

He stared at the thick smoke rising in the distance and wondered what was all about before he turned his attention back to the tank that was chasing and hunting him. Should he surrender? They probably put him on trial and lock him up somewhere right? Better than being dead... He thought.

But he touched his chest where the emptiness of the snake amulet used to sit and felt a tingle of fear down his spine. It is better to live free than be subjected to a cell as he knew that the Serpent can get into places and walls, doors, and locks meant nothing to it!

Well, at least he has some backup plan. Aaron dug into his saddlebag and pulled out an M7A1 rifle. He turned and yelled at his escorts, "We fight! Enough running! Use the anti armor rounds!"

His escorts grinned happily as they too pulled out weapons from their side saddles on their mounts. retrieving their revolvers cannons. They expertly loaded up the four round chambers of the revolver cannons with special green tipped 20 mm shells and Aaron gave a command, the riders all suddenly as one split and galloped back towards the chasing spider tank.

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Drake perched on the warped hull of MAW Unit Zero Two frowned at the sight of the Orc cavalry looping back while swinging their black powder arms. Slow suddenly cried out, "The sides!"

He turned and saw the other split of parties also looping back towards them and wondered if they were planning to fight. He knelt down and braced himself properly before raising his scoped M1 rifle and snapped off a shot and missed.

Undeterred, he took aim again and fired at the charging human, aiming for the larger wind wolf rather than the rider. The 6.8 mm bullet spun out of the barrel with a trail of flames and gases. It struck the charging wolf in the face a split second later and despite the innate barrier of air protecting the wolf, the wolf flinched as the bullet slowed down and dumped its remaining kinetic energy against its coat of fur that acted as an absorbent armor.

The remaining kinetic energy was enough to bruise the wolf painfully and as it flinched from the hit, it accidentally tripped over its own legs and tumbled over the ground while flinging its rider off its back.

The rest of the Orcs fired as they closed the distance between themselves and the spider tank. Their anti armor shells scoring potholes against the armor of the MAW, making both Drake and Slow duck flat to avoid getting hit by sprays of hot lead and shrapnel.

The guns of the MAW opened up as the Orc riders rushed them, easily blowing chunks out of their bodies and before long, there was barely a single Orc still alive around them. Some of the wolves not wounded too badly whimpered and limped away from the monster that killed its owners.

Drake peered over the hull of the MAW and saw the human pushing himself up unsteadily and growled.

"Now for the final meal!"


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บท 267: It is A Good Day to Die

Aaron pushed himself to a kneeling position before giving a sudden twist to his dislocated left shoulder, snapping it back into place with a cry of pain.

He looked up at the towering spider tank which had stopped about 50 meters away from him. He glanced around seeing all his Orcs were littered around either dead or dying.

He sighed as he picked up his M7A1 and stood up facing the spider tank. "You know, it's hard to train these guys... Such a waste of my time and energy..."

"Spaceman Senior Aaron Hart! You are charged with desertion during combat and accessory to the murder of two fellow crew members!" A human Marine yelled from the top of the spider tank. "Under Article 75, you are to stand down! Drop your weapons and do not resist!"

"Damn Marines..." Aaron cursed. "You assholes think you are all better than us squids? Always strutting around and the damn navy gets all your leftover shit..."

"I WILL NOT REPEAT AGAIN! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND STAND DOWN NOW!" The Marine yelled again.

Aaron shook his head and gave a grin instead and yelled back, "Why don't you come down here and make me?"

A crack of a rifle shot echoed out and the dirt before Aaron's feet blew up as the Marine fired a warning shot. "LAST WARNING! STAND DOWN NOW!!!"

Aaron swept his left hand up and gave the bird to the Marine and he dived to the right as the area around him exploded as the Marine open fired. He rolled swiftly to his feet and fired his pulse rifle just as he finished his roll.

The high powered advanced 6.8 mm rifle rounds penetrated the simple armor of the MAW and blew chunks off its already weakened armor together with parts of its living rock systems. The spider tank wobbled as his rounds punched deep into the innards of the tank, destroying magic circuits and living rock muscles.

He wondered how the hell did they manage to build a mech out here with the limited technology and manufacturing capabilities. It must be powered by magic, thought Aaron as he ran closer to the spider tank while keeping as low as he could.

He emptied the entire magazine at one of the legs joints, and the high powered rounds sawed the leg off, spewing out some kind of silvery liquid and coolant fluid. The spider tank rotated and it seemed that the pilot was trying to stabilize the tank with the loss of a leg, making the gunners unable to properly draw a bead on him.

Even the two Marines on the top hull had to grab on to something as the tank tried to balance itself. Aaron grinned as he quickly took the opportunity to reload his rifle. Just as he was about to fire, the side sponson turret swiveled towards him and fired.

He grunted loudly in surprise as suddenly he felt something punched and jerked him backward violently all of a sudden.

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The young Oerkin Chief stood before his kinsman who had formed up in a loose cluster. Each Oerkin carried either a great ax or heavy sword. Some were armed with black powdered hand cannons or carried quivers filled with throwing spears.

He looked to the left and right of his warriors, seeing the rest of Oerkins' clans and tribes forming up together with his warriors. He nodded grimly to himself and turned to look at the billowing black smoke.

The air smell acidic as ashes were carried over by the winds and the whole plains appeared dark and forbidding as the skies were overcast with dark red thunderous clouds while a raging fire burnt underneath the skies.

The scouts had returned and they brought news of the Thing appeared to wounded by the strange flying creatures that came from the skies. The Elders and Chiefs insisted on waiting for the Shamans to return with the army of spirit warriors while the younger Chieftains followed his lead, urging for the attack to start before nightfall.

In the end, more than two third of the Council followed him, and the gathered army now laid before him, all eager to rush into battle.

He pulled his great ax off his back and raised it high in one hand and roared, "IT IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE! CHAAAARGHHH!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!"

Over ten thousand of Oerkins' voices roared out as one as they jogged forward towards the Thing that clearly sensed their challenge.

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It laid exhausted on its side as it tried to circulate its flow of mana to recover its injuries it had sustained. The grass around it burned but it ignored the fire as it was barely able to scorch its body. Only the detested hellfire still burning away around its den gave it pause.

It suddenly cocked its head as it heard a faint roaring cry coming from beyond the flames and smoke. It tried to sniff the air and see through the smoke only to smell the bitter sour ashes in the air while its eyes were blinded by the heat and smoke.

But its senses were still very much acute and it slithered out of the flames and smoke to see a massive army delivering themselves right to its feet.

Its golden eyes widen in anticipation at the offerings coming to its doorstep and it lurched forward with its jaws wide hungrily, its wounds temporarily forgotten.

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Drake braced himself carefully as the MAW finally stabilized and he quickly climbed down the side with Slow. He gave a couple of hand signals to Slow who nodded and they spread off to the sides to surround the human deserter that had half its torso blown away.

Remembering that the deserter had some sort of power like the Hero, Drake moved cautiously forward. His scoped rifle was slung behind his back while he swapped to his service revolver and thrust it out, aiming at the unmoving body on the floor.

He glanced with the corner of his eye and saw Slow hip carrying his machine gun and covering the body from the other side. The MAW had settled down on its haunches while all the guns seemed to be aimed at the unmoving body.

"Zero Two to Overwatch, is he dead?" Drake's earpiece suddenly spoke.

He hit the push to talk button of his comms and replied. "Unsure, keep your fingers on the trigger!"

"Roger!"

Drake advanced till he less than two meters away from the body and he cursed as he saw the massive gaping hole on the body of Aaron had wisps of smoke that appeared to be knitting its body together.

"Fuck!" He quickly kicked away the discarded rifle before emptying his revolver point blank at the regenerating body and stepped back to reload while Slow came up with his machine gun and hosed a stream of red hot lead at the unnatural thing flopping away from the impacts of the bullets.

"Ahahahahahahaaaaaa.... ack..." The body suddenly laughed as it jerked and spasm. "You can't... kill... me... I AM... IMMORTAL!"

"Fuck you!" Drake cried out as he and Slow stepped back. "ZERO TWO, POUR IT ON!"

The MAW had a total of four hardpoints for the .50 caliber machine guns. The pilot controls the hardpoint for a dual forward facing .50 cal, a single .50 cal for each of the side sponson ball turrets and the last was for the commander on the main gun turret.

A total of five .50 caliber guns each spewed out a mixture of tracer, ball, and armor piercing rounds at a 1 : 2 : 2 ratio at a muzzle velocity of 908 meters per second at 510 rounds per minute.

Forty two .50 caliber rounds were fired out of the 5 guns every second and it took not even a split second to hammer into the laughing human at the force of almost 20,000 Joules. Close to 850,000 Joules of energy was dumped into the body of the human every second.

A short five seconds later, the guns fell silent and what remained behind the smoking pockmarked holes of the churned up ground was just pieces of a booted foot and bits of unidentified parts.

Wisps of black smoke drifted up destroyed ground and Drake frowned as he watched the smoke attached itself to the booted foot. He looked over to Slow who was eyeing the smoke warily and asked, "Fire?"

Slow nodded, "Fire good, fire clean evil!"

"Zero Two to Overwatch, is that thing dead now?" Drake's comms ringed again.

"Negative, we are gonna burn it!" Drake replied. "Got any incendiary rounds?"

"Erm, negative, want to try the 3" HE?" Sath asked from the comms.

"Hmmm... Sure, why not?" Drake grinned and he waved Slow to back off further.

A humanoid shape was being formed out of the wisps of smoke and another rasping laughter came out from the regenerating human. "Hahahahaa! I am... immortal! You... can't... kill me with those puny... weapons!"

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Sath shook his head as his cracked display showed the human being regrown by tendrils of black smoke and shuddered. "Load HE!"

"Aye, load HE!" The loaders repeated the command and went to work with the 3" gun.

"UP!"

"Ready!"

Sath watched the two Marines backing off to a safe distance before he gave the order, "FIRE!"

The scratched stub barrel of the 3" cannon roared!

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"- can't kill me... Hahahahahahaa!" Aaron coughed and laughed deliriously as the pain of reconstruction his body drove him close to insanity. "Ahahahaha... Fuckers can't k-!!?!"

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The 3" HE shell detonated right in his center of mass, the 0.68 kg of trinitrotoluene bursting charge filled the hollow steel shell ignited when the fire runes crumbled together with a force of 3,136,208 joules, instantly vapourised everything within an eight meter radius.

When the smoke and flames cleared, another small smoking crater was formed and nothing remained of the human.

Drake and Slow went up and poked around, trying to see if they can find any traces of the human but there seemed to be nothing remaining of the human. "Well, Zero Two, I think that did it!" Drake reported after over fifteen minutes of searching. "Can't find any parts of the fucker remaining!"

"Good job people!" Zero Two replied amidst the background cheering of the crew. "We wait for a while more to be sure before we make some repairs to the MAW. That asshole chewed up the lady pretty badly!"

Drake gestured Slow to keep on searching to be double sure that that guy was well and truly dead. They walked up and down and dug a bit around the ground before they were called back. Drake stood next to the MAW on watch while the crew busied themselves over the exposed panels to repair and service the MAW as much as they could.

He looked up at the clear beautiful blue skies that contrasted greatly with the stormy clouds in the distance and gave off a deep breath of contentment that he was still alive.

"Damn, it is a good day to die..."

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The Owleye UAV hummed softly to itself as it hovered at a height of over two fifty hundred meters in the sky over the raging battle below it. Its smart camo paint under its belly allowed it to somewhat blend into the skies as it spied on the people below it.

It's high powered camera recorded and streamed thousands of gigabytes of data back to its control center as it watched impassively at thousands of toy like Orcs throwing their lives against the Giant Serpent.

It's engines continued to hum softly to itself as it repositions itself over the victorious Giant Serpent that was crushing the remaining few pockets of resistance as it feasted on the Orcs souls and it's once exposed wounds slowly closed up and healed.

The UAV continued on to video and stream data back as the satisfied Serpent slithered off in search of a new place to hole up till nightfall, leaving behind thousands of dead and dismembered bodies of the Orcs.


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