Lost in the Labrynth

Part 5

-Pentecost's POV-

The axe sparkled in the sunlight as he sped up the hooves' tracks. Pentecost halted quickly when he reached up the top of a hill and looking forward he saw a patrol of piglin brutes walking ahead of him armed with netherite gear.

Not the kind of meal he was thinking of.

Pentecost walked away, but his temptation overwhelmed him, he did want some armour and they might have some food. After some preparation, he tip-toed towards them he got right behind the rear piglin and slowly lifted his helmet of its head. It stopped and touched its head, noticing its helmet was gone, it turned around and Pentecost smacked its face with the helmet, knocking it out. It landed on the floor with a *thud*. The brutes heard it and charged towards him, he put on his new headgear and charged too.

But instead of going head-to-head with his enemies he took out a grass rope which he prepared and whip-lashed their legs, wrapping their legs together. Pentecost tugged at the rope, throwing the piglin brutes into a thick birch tree, knocking them out too.

Pentecost smiled, this was easier than getting the command block, he one-handedly took out four highly trained brutes. He stole their armour and equipped it, and also took his well deserved breakfast, some cooked mutton, a bowl of mushroom soup and a sip of pure honey.

"How do they get this high quality food?! There aren't any beekeepers anymore." after a few seconds of chewing on his perfectly seasoned mutton, he nearly choked on the meat he was eating.

They got this from the command block.

Pentecost fumbled with his backpack, and he let out a sigh of relief after seeing it in ship-shape. He had to think critically, how can people make a command block give or do specific things? He laughed, it's in its name, you have to command it to do stuff.

A sudden trot behind him surprised him, as he thumbled it into his backpack. A carriage pulled up behind him, a wither skeleton exited it with  sword and full enchanted armour. 

"Give it or die." It simply commanded, while walking up to him.

"No." Pentecost replied, he saw his enemy tighten its grip on its sword.

He pulled out his sword and the skeleton pulled out another sword, making this duel even harder. Back in the day, duels weren't allowed for a contestant to be double-wielding, but this was war and there aren't any rules anymore. So the battle went a little like this.

At first they circled each other trying to scheme a way to sneak attack each other, sort of like wolves looking for their enemies weak spots, but then Pentecost was starting to get bored so he lunged at Raven's knee scraping against his armour causing minimal damage, but Raven sliced at his sword hard, knocking the weapon out of his hand and with the other sword launching it a few dozen feet away. Pentecost ran towards his sword and general Raven sprinted after him and when about to decapitate its enemy from behind, Pentecost surprise attacked him by taking out his enchanted netherite axe and blowing a hard hit to Raven's rib-cage knocking out his breath and making him collapse to the floor (don't ask how a skeleton becomes breathless).

He picked up his sword and raised the gleaming edge against his bony skull.

"Send regards to the Piglin King, by Pentecost" he said sarcastically.

-Maxwell's POV-

Maxwell fiddled with his hands anxiously. The massive skull came out of the castle and showed its true size, it was a gargantuan skeleton with a massive obsidian katana nearly as tall as itself. It had called to arms all of the soldiers. Some of them were mossy and hadn't been awake for centuries, they seemed annoyed at the inconvenience of having to leave their homes, but also were grateful to have some exercise. This was absolute OVERKILL, he meant a few mercenaries to help; not the whole army.

There were coal golems (who are set on fire when annoyed), obsidian monstrosities, a mutant blaze which apparently switched sides and even a mutant enderman with a scar in one eye.

The skeleton (who's name is Destine) motivated his warriors with a short speech, and then faced Maxwell.

"Which direction?" Destine asked.

"North," there was silence, "Just North." (That was the place where the portal is between the Nether and the Overworld, but you can find enemies everywhere.)

"But I have no idea how we could get out of the maze." Maxwell thought, that was a short period of time when Destine looked at his fiery mutants and they blasted out an flaming death-ray upwards to the ceiling which basically vaporized the rock above it.

"I guess that is the way out." he said to himself. The skeleton picked him up and climbed up the hole and was followed by the others who all had their way of getting up, from climbing, flying to teleporting. It took a well 15 minutes of climbing to reach the surface.

He excepted to see green oak leaves shrouded in a deep fresh foliage and some birds flying above the horizon, but instead it was just massive world of destroyed terrain, with charred trees, bones arrows sticking out of every surface and plenty of graves. A sword stabbed into the ground and a helmet balanced on the handle. There was a broken sign saying "Quin-ford" Destine was seemingly surprised,

"They really have messed up the place a lot," Destine remarked, "This isn't how I remember it a few centuries ago."

This alarmed Maxwell, his village should be just under a dozen miles from Quin-ford. The other mutants were shocked too; they felt slightly endangered, as if the Nether was the devourer and they were next.

"We march northwards." Destine commanded and all the others complied. They traveled for a few hours and the sights got worse and worse. There were piles of skulls and bones scattered on the surface, and flames engulfed the houses left. They did not meet a single piglin or wither skeleton which was surprising, most of the time there should be at least a nether patrol every few miles. The others seemed suspicious too.

After a day or two of walking the came across a badlands biome. It was a place were no adventurer dared entering. In the badlands, water was extremely scarce, it was at a burning temperature and you were prone to attack from hawks flying above and unstable sand formations under your feet which could open up to a massive ravine.

There were now lots of nether activity. A large wall made of nether brick and chiselled black stone was now in sight and a large battle horn blasted. A number of ghasts were released and fired fireballs at the army.

"Finally some action," Destine uttered and after getting hit by a fireball which did absolutely no damage he commented, "was expecting more though."

After the piglins committed the first blood, we (well I did a bit of fighting) released hell on them as retaliation. (Which is kind of sarcastic since the nether is hell, but just forget about that) Destine swiped his obsidian sword once which flattened the wall to debris. They did let a few piglins run away to call for a bigger army, so they just rested and chilled for the time being.

==================================Half an hour later===============================

Another battle horn blasted, and above a hill, helmets and pointy spears protruded above the horizon. The mutants now wants to get in on the action and charged at their enemies. Destine stayed behind and watched his troops have some exercise.

At first Maxwell and Destine couldn't really see what was happening and just saw the two sides come in contact with each other, as if in a push/tug of war  but then hoglins and piglins were thrown up into the air and the nether legion started getting farther away, either them getting absolutely chewed up or retreating.

Destine put Maxwell back on his shoulder, and marched forward. A few dozen seconds later, the remains of the nether legion ran away and the outcome of the war was declared; a complete Overworld victory. Maxwell pointed down on all of the armour and spoils of war and then announced, "All of the netherite is yours!"