Titan King

Chapter 42

Pickle: 'I really need to find a way to do this more cleanly'

The large man thought to himself as he smashed the head of a Possessed Soldier. Blood and brain matter ruined his shirt; all around him were the dead bodies of zombies and other smaller creatures. The one other type he found was a human-sized creature, which looked almost humanoid and bipedal, it had leather-brown skin and blood-red eyes. With several white bony spikes on their bodies, including their knees, and equally white claws on their hands and bare feet.

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Imp - Agile, fireball-throwing cannon fodder

HP: 850

Strength: 280

Dexterity: 1,100

Constitution: 450

Intelligence: 300

Mana: 600

Mana Regen: 55/min

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Pickle looked down to see the Imp he had ripped in half, the annoying little shit had been throwing fire balls at him. He raised his foot and smashed it down on the creature's head, shattering its skull. It made a wet sound as its brain matter spilt on the ground.

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QUESTLINE: Hellstorm Earth: The Broken World

Quest I: The Rift in the Sky

Objective 1: Investigate the residual portal energy

Objective 2: Find the source and stop it.

Reward

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He moved on, using his echolocation map to find the problem. Slowly, he began to jog, keeping to a pace that would not cause damage to his surroundings. He could see some weird energy on the map; however, he could also sense some other presence. Some were fading, others were strong, some were sick, and others were too young. They were all fighting against darker presences.

Pickle decided to find the group.

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???: Fire in the hole!

Mack roared out a warning before throwing a grenade into the horde of ungodly abominations. Everyone around him took cover, and an explosion went off, it did nothing to slow the horde, and the soldiers were back at shooting. Mack was a man in his late twenties, going in his early thirties, wearing a military uniform. He had risen to the rank of Sergeant Major, and he had been one of the few survivors.

Men and women rose back up, firing at the horde, only for two humans to go down, and Imp's fireball hitting them in the chest. In seconds, turning them into ash. Mack willed himself to ignore the smell of burnt meat and bones, only to keep firing at the enemy. He reflected on everything that had happened in the last five days. From what he knew, some kind of research was going on Phobos, but something went wrong, Deimos disappeared, and whatever took the moon came back for them. In less than three days, the world was attacked and all law and order fell as creatures, more like demons from help, attacked their world. So many died in the last forty-eight hours; no man, woman, child, old or young, sick or healthy, was spared.