《Insect Dungeon vs The World. (On Hiatus!)》Ch -Prologue
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This prologue is indispensible for the story.
Third persons P.O.V:-
*Clink* *Clank* *Clink*
The heavy sound of metal striking metal was ringing everywhere.
Countless brave warriors with disheveled hair and bloody bodies were fighting everywhere with beasts that looked more like abominations or monster from dreams than naturally created disasters.
No matter how strong the strikes from their sharp and fine blade seemed, their blades always ended up repelled after colliding with the bodies of those damnations.
Lights of different colors ranging from small to huge were flying everywhere time after time, impacting those freaks, creating giant craters and devastation on an environment devastating level, but most of those bastards would always stand up again like nothing happened and continue their massacre, spreading scenes of gore and pillage everywhere.
Shurrrruuuuuu…….
*splash* splash*splash*splash*
Sounds of movement through water reverberated amidst the falling rain.
The Confluence of water and blood gave the whole scene an artistic touch, but with a feeling of sadness.
Every drop of falling rain was evenly matched by drops of blood and sweat falling from the bodies of warriors and soldiers fighting with the monsters.
BOOM
BOOOMMM
BOOOOMMMM…
Majestic Noises of battle exploded, while mournful voices and cries of desperation and wails of broken willed soldiers ringed through the whole battlefield.
The soldiers, who had been fighting, killing the monster again and again, were so fatigued that the only thing holding their bodies was not magical powers, but their own will to fight. It was their will to protect their families and land, the will to protect their women from being ravaged and killed by the horde of vicious monsters which was keeping their cut and bruised bodies moving.
While most of them believed for a miracle to happen, that would somehow turn the situation around, bringing the never ending massacre to an end, such miracle never happened. Reality ate their hopes because destiny had its own plans.
The only thing that their desperation resulted in was to make their hotheaded and frenzied adversaries surge with a massive increase in killing intent, which made the situation even worse, worse than it already was.
It was taking lives of brave and loyal warriors, fathers and sons to weed out the monsters.
For every monster that was killed, hundreds if not thousands of the soldier were eaten alive or crushed to a meat patty.
But no matter how many of them died no one alive retreated or ran away. There was not a single coward amidst their ranks, and every one of them stood straight in the face of death.
When one died another took his place, moving forward without a shred of fear. They believed in their commanders, their supervisor, and their king. They believed that no matter who or how many died, their protectors would never let anything happen to their families, to their homes and to their country. That until they gave it their all, and did their part, there was no way anyone would be able to destroy their legacy.
But they were not blind with faith, neither were they hypnotized to sacrifice their lives for a single persons ambition, but were together facing a villain like one they had never seen before.
But even if their souls and wills were not dwindling in front of death, their hearts already knew that no matter how many common soldiers like them stayed true to their roots and followed every given order to their deaths, for their pride, for the pride and trust of their people, there was still no way for them to change the situation.
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No matter how many of their comrades died while killing a little bit of the enemy forces, the difference between their numbers and strength was indescribable. There was no way for them to put even a single dent in the enemies hearts as they were just mindless puppets sent to kill and destroy everything in their path.
While the soldiers were desperately trying to fight with their nemesis, one of their leading commanders broke under the pressure. With his mind driven to insanity and thoughts of killing rampaging through his head, he cried out…
“No no no oooooooo….!”
“Why god! Why?
What did we do wrong to deserve this humiliation and pillage?
For what mistake thee want to destroy our land and our happiness?
“For what reason is this damnation, trying to lay waste to our thousands of years of history?
Why is this devil not letting go of our legs, even though there is no way for us to retaliate against it anymore?”
“I can’t take this anymore!
You fucking bastard, if you really have the guts, then show yourself!
Do you really fucking enjoy laughing at our miserable states, looking from behind the scenes?
You fucking bitch of a leader.
I'll kill you, kill you uu ………”
Guguaahh…… *Thud*
Everyone of their strongest warrior paled in front of the enemy generals. No matter how powerful they were once in their life, only death awaited them at the end.
The general cried, but he heard no voice to his anger filled question. All that answered him was an the axe of a rampaging Minotaur like monster.
The general looked up and gave a long shout and declared to kill the impersonator, but all of his tenacity and anger came to naught when that Minotaur slashed his axe on his poorly defended neck. Without giving him any time to act or defend the axe fell on his neck, cutting his head. His crimson red blood created a fountain, blood splashed everywhere, while the falling rain washed away all of his grievances and sourness.
His shocked and wide opened eyes clearly showed his confusion. His rapidly deteriorating mind tried to contemplate what had really perspired, but everything for him came to an end, when his eyes lost all light and he died.
His head flew some distance before it crashed onto the ground, tumbled for some distance before it was stomped by a group of charging monsters. It was crushed so cruelly that all of his brain matter, fluids and muscles mixed together to a form, which can only be described as a paste.
P.O.V King:-
There…. another one died.
The strong really don’t care about the weak, huh.
When we were strong and our prey was weak, we played with them and enjoyed hunting them at our leisure. Now that we are weak and our prey is strong… It can’t even be called hunting.
*Sigh*
I don’t know anything anymore.
Prey? Were we even considered a prey by IT?
We might have bellowed our bugles louder at the start, but time really showed how laughable and disgraceful, our forces and strategies really were.
No amount of strategies and number of soldiers can hold a candle in front of absolute strength.
Were our Advisers and ministers really right about the foreboding that they had perceived? If their views and notions were really adapted, could we have saved our entire race… no, our entire world from the mouth of devastation?
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*Sigh*
Regrets really make life sad, if we really had considered the views and wisdom of our ministers and cabinet then maybe this had not been the end, maybe we would have developed even further. If we had evolved and developed our technology for another thousand no just a few centuries then maybe…
Regret really makes life sad.
An arrow which has already leaft the bow, really never returns before striking the target, huh.
But the only difference is that, this time, our arrow struck the wrong target.
How could we have known that the chance we sought to save ourselves would end up haunting our very own lives?
How could we have known that our greed would one day end up making us face an adversary, who holds no meaning to life, no care for emotions, and has no heart?
*Sigh*
Should I blame myself, for trying to find life on other planets?
Or Should I blame our army! Whose undisciplined and greedy nature devoured our whole civilization?
Or Should I blame our gods! Who turned their heads away, when we needed them the most?
*sigh*
Did we really get so high on our success and enjoyment, that we forgot that are not almighty?
That there might be something’s in this world, which should not be provoked?
Who would have thought that even our majestic force which counted to a total number of staggering 35 Billion, would face devastation on such a grand level that not even a million would be left?
The war?
It has only been a little over a Year, from the start of this bloody massacre.
Yes, more than 5 Billion People died during this year. The Casualties from the barbaric attacks were uncountable.
Most of the people who died were normal civilians, kids and elderly, people like farmers. Even though we still have some major cities intact and some places which are not normally available were also not attacked, but everything else was… evaporated.
Our fighting force which no one could put a dent in, has been broken and disfigured into a state that our former glory from just a year ago, seems like a thing of the far past.
When we first found that place I thought we would be able to protect our land, our life, our home.
We would be able to free ourselves from the disaster, which we could not help but create because of our own negligence. I thought that god had finally given us another chance to show him our value
That we are not trash; we are not just depleting our resources, but are evolving.
Yes…!!
That is what really happened, that we could start our lives again, but
* Drip*drip*drip*
Even these tears can’t help me forget my sorrow, this pain, and this anger. Wish I could go back in time and reverse everything and stop them from enraging it. I still think every day about the time when our soldiers brought that devilish thing back from their outer space skirmish. How wrong were we to think it would help us, but.......*sigh*.
Nothing can stop IT now.
I’m sorry father. I could not help our kind. I could not help our planet, our world, but at least I did send that ominous bracelet away, at least it will not pester our world anymore… at least after some time life will flourish here again, even if I will not be there to see the triumph and evolution of a new species and their evolution. Even if I am going to die today, but at least there is still hope, hope that it would not haunt the future of our coming generation, like it destroyed ours.
Ah! Mother, looks like I am finally coming to meet you.
The king looked up and saw a giant disk floating and hovering high up in the sky.
The disk floated and it came directly over his head and stopped. He saw it charging energy in one of its main cannons and when the sound of it getting powered up echoed in his surrounding, everyone stopped fighting with their enemies and looked up to see the cause of such unnatural phenomenon.
The king closed his eyes as if surrendering his life to fate and then the beam fell.
BBbbOOoOOmMM
And then everything returned to serenity. The place that was once the most flourishing and advanced, crumbled like blocks. Mountains were flattened, rivers dried, oceans evaporated, and life became extinct.
The cause of the said destruction left the orbit of the doomed world, left behind its master, to travel endlessly in the forever expanding universe, on a journey to find a new prey.
Meanwhile the wheel of time kept on rotating, churning and centuries and millenniums passed away in the blink of an eye.
While the destruction of the king and his whole civilization surely rocked the planet and the celestial bodies around it, but oblivious to all of this on the other side of the universe, millions of light years away somewhere someplace on a planet name Seiza, a light fluctuation of energy took place.
Year – 4259, during summer, on the outskirts of an eerie, but otherwise quite mountain range something unusual happened.
With the vibration and movement of soil and the stones around it; a crystal definitely different from the others started glowing with a pale blue light, and frantically devoured all the energies in the nature.
This continued for one full day before it couldn’t take more of it and had to stop. But by the end of its lunch it had eaten more than it could chew, and the result was a giant ass explosion.
*BOOM*
Like most balloons it also had a limit to how much it could eat and when it exceeded its capacity, the extra energy tumbled about inside it, and then forcefully came gushing out like a geyser. Its excessive energy tore through the underground, blasted the rocks and rest of the stuff and drilled a hole which directly connected it to the outside.
The blast was heard and felt far and wide, as kings and bandits alike took note of this mysterious happening. Thankfully, the technology of the era had already advanced enough, otherwise except for the curiosity of treasure hunters and adventurers, many housewives would have cursed him to death for breaking their windows and cutlery.
While the rest of the world was starting to get attracted towards its home, the owner and perpetrator of said event lost its conscious from excessive use of energy, and went into hibernation without knowing about the gift his un-ethnic explosion had brought him.
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