《A ragbag of stories, don't expect them to end.》Chunni is strong in this one.
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“Please have mercy, I have family!”
“Derp. No!”
A shot could be heard and muffled sound of a body hitting the floor. The body belonged to a man mid forties with grey hair appearing periodically on his head. In a one meter distance of the dead man was a boy with deep blue hair and a metallic shining effect. His eyes were closed as if he would enjoy the moment of silence before starting to laugh as a maniac.
“I love the smell of gunpowder and blood in the morning. One kill a day keeps the worries away.”
Once his sudden flash disappeared he looked a last time on his victim before turning around and leaving the spacious place, while reloading his trusty revolver with “bad luck” engraved bullets. Moving along he arrived at a six meters tall vault door. Laying his hand on it he begun concentrating. The space around him begun to lose color and the vault door rusted with an unbelievable pace, creating the illusion of time traveling.
Opening his eyes, he took a sudden charge and hit the entrance with his fist, resulting it in breaking apart and falling to dust. After the dust had settled he began coughing and laughing at what he saw behind it. A battalion with their weapons pointed at him and read to shoot. Taking his little bayonet and aiming with his revolver at the commander, he just shook his head afterwards. “You will never learn won’t ya? Whatevar. More fun for me.PREPARE YOUR BACK WHICH I’M GOING TO STAB, IDIOTS!”
Charging head on with a big grin on his face and not caring for his defense, purely focusing on offense he had already shoot trice at the commander only to see that he was covered by a force field. Only when he was halfway there the Battalion opened fire, setting even the air ablaze with the amount of bullets and lasers swirling from one point to another. Seven seconds of continuous firing brought all their weapons to overheat.
Stopping to reload their ammunition they put down their guard and at exact same moment a small portal opened and they boy, now wearing two gun-blades appeared and begun a merciless slaughter of everyone. In only 20 minutes of using them as meatshields and cutting tests for his gun-blades, sometimes throwing explosives or overtaking the big weapons placed on the battlefield, he decimated a battalion of 400 soldiers, leaving only the commander alive.
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“That was fun, a shame it has ended now. Common call for reinforcement!”
“There won’t be any reinforcement.”
With a questioning expression the boy was looking at the commander.
“No reinforcement?” Letting out a deep groan, he now was holding one of his gun-blades above the commander's head. “Are you telling me that THAT was your whole army?” Pointing with his other hand at the humiliated corps mountains of soldiers. “Our mission was to keep you down here for a set amount of time, God of Death, Bloodshed and Destruction.”
“What now? You’ve kept me for, wait, let me see…., erm, 45 minutes. Was it worth?”
Standing up and getting the dirt of his uniform he placed his hand over his face before ripping of his skin revealing a disgusting half skull of an android.
With a big sign of disgust the boy averted his eyes, before cutting of the arms of the Android Commander. Not even a glimpse of fear or agony was to be seen in those half biological eyes.
“What was your plan fuckers? What of an effect does it have if I’m down here?”
Spitting out a red and white fluid, the Commander just giggled a bit.
“What do you know about the stellar weapon placed on this planet? Probably only that it can destroy planets without problem. But did you knew that setting the programs correctly you can aim at a person anywhere it is as long as it stays in a special radius and delete anything?”
Unsure what to think the boy was now standing and recollecting anything he knew. No where was even partly something mentioned about this function.
“I’m still invincible and Immortal. Not even the Stellar weapon can harm me. Believe me, I tried it, twice. So what is your true plan?”
Coughing even harder the commander fell down and was lying now with his face downwards.
“The Stellar weapon is in truth a key to a truly lawless zone. And that is the plan. If we can’t kill you, we will ban you to a place somewhere else.”
“What if the plan fails? What will you do then?”
“Easy answered….. We will…. Destroy the planet… and leave you…. in open space…”
Speaking his last words he then deactivated himself.
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Pissed at the outcome of this conversation the boy begun wasting bursts of bullets, planting them into the head of the fresh corpse until the head was no more.
After being done he laid down in a crucifix position and closed his eyes before beginning to laugh.
“Bring it on you Bi….”
Not even finishing his taunt his body was already dissolved into nothing just like anything else in a radius of 15 meters.
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“Are you sure this will work father? This will be the Thirteenth summoning this century. "
" I know Serena, either we succeed today or just create a new pawn it won't matter as long as we can try it again. That's also why we have two of the heavenly swords swords present. "
The man with whom the young beautiful girl, with sharp blue eyes and ebony colored hair, looked a bit sad. Shaking of his Emotions he went through his blonde hair before taking a seat beside his daughter. Giving an sign to his head priest to begin with the summoning.
Nodding in acknowledgment the head priest started to sing a chant followed by twelve other priest standing around a big pentagram drawn onto the ground covering practically the whole place going down the cliff it’s on top of. Creating runes floating in the air they were dancing like snowflakes on a winter months snowstorm. Slowly the runes were landing on the ground creating layer after layer the spell, covering the whole platoon.
Being done with the preparation the head priest opened a bottle with a red liquid and threw it directly in the middle where a small metal plate was placed. Hitting the plate the bottle dissolved leaving only the liquid flowing down through the hole in the middle of the plate.
A glowing red light begun to enlighten the pentagram and the runes around it ending in a strong blending flash and a explosion creating a lot of smoke. When the light disappeared and the smoke laid down a big and heavily armored knight, kneeling on the ground, could be seen. His black armor was absorbing the light making him appear more like a shadow.
Starting to move he revealed his bloodshot, rage filled, eyes. Grabbing his sword he took the king as his target for a charge. Going into position he was ready to charge but at the same moment another shadow appeared behind him and cleaved him in two parts with a single swing of the three meter long glave. The second shadow had the exact same armor, but after standing into a neutral standing the shadows disappeared revealing a white armored knight. Taking of his helmet revealed a horned and aged man with dark brown hair.
"I didn't thought I would leave my training ground so I summoned my shadow. I'm sorry if I endangered you." seeing this man the Princess reddened a bit while her father gave him a faint smile. "Don't worry, wouldn't be the first time someone attacked us. My name is Gerald and this is my second daughter Serena. I'm the king of this country."
Surprised by the title of the opposing person the knight lowered his head. "Please forgive my ignorance. I'm called Leoren and I'm a wandering knight who lost his former master years ago and begun his pilgrimage to find a new master."
"I'm not your master so you don't need to lower yourself that much. Apparently you are here because we need help of a hero and you are the hero we summoned. "
The knight had still his head lowered when he heard that but instead of raising his head he knelt down.
"I...."
Before even being able to say anything a big boulder came down falling from the sky, landing on the edge of the platoon. Miraculously it didn't pulverized or broke of parts from the impact. Instead it was balancing on the little pebble underneath it. Everyone was caught off guard once the boulder moved with a extremely high precision at the knight. He on the other hand only realized what was happening after he was already being pushed by the force hitting him.
The force was to great for him to fully absorb it so he ended up breaking some of his bones while redirecting the big bullet away from anyone who could be harmed by it. Especially away from the king and Princess.
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Lord of Glory
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8 195Flame Beneath The Snowfall
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8 117Black Boar Band
Devin Tenfingers just wanted to make enough money to live comfortably. That isn't so much to ask, is it? In a new land, across the sea from the Old World, the town of Mossglenn Depot is the only civilization in an untamed wilderness. Funded by private enterprise, Guilds and Contracts are the way of law. Devin created the Black Boar Band, his very own guild, to get moderately rich and make enough of a name for himself that people might pause on the streets when they see him. Unfortunately, many others had the exact same idea. During a disastrous Contract, Devin and his ragtag band of people find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy involving his hated rival, Bronn of Bronn's Buyable Blades. As they dig deeper into this conspiracy, they soon discover there is more to this land than anyone previously thought, or imagined. And perhaps they are not the first to inhabit it. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 103The Hand That Guides
The rust colored lands of Osnein are rich with artifacts and old-world technologies highly valued by the various empires and kingdoms inhabiting this distant world. Though many individuals make a living off what they can scavenge from ruins above ground, the true wealth lies beneath them in a iron labrynth known to all as 'The Network'. Whether it is in the pursuit of knowledge, artifacts of power or immeasurable wealth they all risk their lives in an effort to create a better future for themselves. However, entrances to The Network are far and few and rarely explored as metallic entities known as the Jötnar, guard its very depths. In order to defend themselves against such threats, humanity employs the use of Seidr, also known as sorcery. It is the foundation in which gives power to the incantations invoked from the realms beyond the veil... and through the blessing of 'Ljoss' bestowed upon humanity by the Goddess Oracle, the time may yet come for humanity to claim The Network for themselves... Yet wandering this vast region, with no place to call home, exists a curious individual by the name of Grit. Incapable of Seidr, he possesses a lineage mostly forgotten that he seeks to better understand. The fate that awaits him is likely one he never imagined for himself as he journeys to unravel the secrets of this world. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: This story may contain gore and use of profanity. This world also uses a hard magic system. Covert art placeholder by StTheo. Additional Tags: Blood Manipulation, Mecha _____________________________________________________________________________________________ If you enjoy my work, please consider leaving a rating, its free. If you wish to support me further, please consider supporting me through patreon as well. Your support will help me dedicate more time to writing and encourage me to continue. Thank you for your consideration.
8 212BOOK 7: THE DAUGHTER OF ASMODEUS ~ (A Perth's Accidental Superheroes series) VOL2.3 POST-TREETON
After being tricked by their supernatural allies, Jane was now a pawn in the All-Women Trinity religion -- as the tween was pregnant through the inception of the Immaculate Conception. Her boyfriend, Paul was also attempting to abort the pregnancy -- where the Seed-of-Apollo was growing in Jane's belly. The 'other' Cursed-trio member, Peter was to serve a 'new' Master of the 7 Princes-of-Hell -- as he was the Chosen-one of Lord Baal Beelzebub.
8 203Never understand
i do not own any of these characters🛑 Arthur Leywin was described as a mature and bright but also very intimidating and scary at times.But what if Arthur wasn't what everyone presumes? In reality Arthur is broken... he hates himself and has constant nightmares which causes him to have barely any sleep and He can't get over what happened in the past and blames himself and doesn't think he deserves this happy life.TW Warning ⚠️ suicidal thoughts, self harm, brief mention of child abuse
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