The Kin Eaters
The Kin Eaters
"I can already see the capital, we made it in time!" the White Ghost further encouraged them.
All the players were brimming with enthusiasm, their goal in sight. All guild members were looking forward to doing their part to overtake the infamous Draugr. Even though some of them fell, they still had more than double the numbers of the Devastators and mercenaries combined. They had more Legacy Skills and furthermore, the Undead must have lost a lot of numbers thanks to the Devastators 'valiant sacrifice'. They would be the last ones to laugh after Dave and the Devastators had taken Qin out of the equation.
"Stick to the agreement! Whoever kills Skelly gets the East, the other Guild will have 40% of the tax income!" Zhang Shi declared.
"Shouldn't that be my text? After all, you are the one known for not taking those penalties seriously. I hope you don't plan to backstab us the same way you did to the Devies in the Undead Frontier." White Ghost challenged back.
"We don't do that here; we all have something to win now. Just keep focused, "Zhang Shi replied with a straight face.
The frontline of players consisted of thousands heavily armored vanguard units acting as beefy tanks, with insane amounts of health. They were certainly a force to be reckoned with, but the Undead Legion had prepared for their arrival even while Dave rested.
As soon as they caught sight of the large walls, they realized in horror that the massive gate that Jeffery had broken had already been replaced with another which looked even sturdier. What's worse the ballistae on the walls had been loaded and were currently aiming at their frontline.
Before any of them could fully grasp this twisting situation they found themselves in, a loud and booming sound echoed through the battlefield.
"Welcome to my humble abode!"
From above one of the gate towers, the infamous bearded Draugr was standing tall, one of his hands slowly rubbing his beard.
"Oh, guests of mine, I am a generous host. I see you didn't stay to enjoy my game, but maybe you will enjoy these gifts," he added then pulled a fist upward.
Following his sign, all the ballistae shot their bolts at the frontline. The massive weapons had a great penetrative power, enough to wipe out any player that didn't ready a defensive Skill in time.
"Don't worry I already expected something like this, Suicide Squad, go bring the gate down."
"Right, guys, with me!"
A player wearing straps of bombs and explosives called his friends to follow. Another group of tanks charged ahead of them.
Dave noticed the incoming players and smiled.
"Something like that already happened to me in my Legacy Quest, I'll never get done in by something twice," He mumbled to himself.
Ballistae shot at the players, but the tanks did a great job defending their comrades from the bolts. They all would rather take a bolt through the chest than let a single one of the Suicide Squad players take a hit. After all, they understood the consequences if they failed to protect. If they were damaged, their bombs would blow up, creating a chain explosion and taking them all to Limbo.
Yet Dave's aim was not necessarily to take down the Suicide Squad players. Sure it would be great if a bolt did strike one of them, but he was going for a different approach.
The players who were being bombarded by the bolts remained unaware, that they were actually being forced to move in a certain direction, away from the bolts as one side had a heavier and greater number of bolts than the other. Subconsciously they chose to run through the relatively safer side and push toward the gate, guided by Dave's scheme to the trap he had set up earlier.
The White Ghost wasn't known as the game's greatest mastermind for nothing. Unlike the players rushing towards their demise, his point of view allowed him to see the irregularity of the bolts shooting more on one side than the other. As soon as he detected that a bit ahead of where the players were running the ground was upturned, he put 1+1 together.
"IT'S A TRAP!!!" shouted White Ghost but his order came too slow for the players.
As if on cue the first player of the Suicide Squad reached the grassless field and an enormous pincer grabbed his foot and dragged him down.
More pincers erupted from underground dragging the players to the unknown. Soon afterward, the sounds of muffled explosions echoed from under the dirt, rupturing the ground and creating minor tremors that fused into a small earthquake.
"Too bad I lost a few Dunlords there, but if that's the best you can do, you better think twice about attacking something that belongs to me," Dave sarcastically commented.
"Damn it. Do you have more Suicide Squad players?" Zhang Shi asked.
"Unfortunately not. We do have some Alchemists here though. They can make more bombs, but it will take time," A Heaven Dawn player responded.
"We don't have time," White Ghost begrudgingly admitted. Dave was playing them against the clock, and they were losing.
"Now, now, if you think that it's that easy to bring me down, you better just turn around. You'll only waste your lives and precious exp here," taunted the draugr voice over the battlefield.
"Shut up Skelly!" A player shouted back at.
"Oh well, no need to waste time. Dragoneers, forward!" Dave ordered.
The howls of thousands of wyverns sounded from within the capital. Qin Elite Soldiers and Death Knights rode on the back of wyverns, they flew high and began throwing javelins and shot arrows at the players.
"Marik, could you please aid our troops with some ghosts on their way?"
"As you wish," the creature replied.
"My servants, walk across the terrain of man, and show them what lies beyond death!"
Tens of thousands of Undead Ghosts, Banshees and Shark Chariots with more Undead burst out from within the walls of the city, fully surprising the players in a charge they had no time to prepare for.
"Sweet Lilith, I bet your little ones are still hungry. It would be rude not to share. I am sure they will like the exotic variety before us," Dave suggested to the other Abyssal Knight at his side.
"Indeed, they would. Children, go out and play," Lilith called her creatures to action, and they obliged with a shrieking glee.
"Since you are so generous, I wouldn't mind a taste of your human form as well. I am curious how the blood tastes of our future Prince," Lilith spoke suggestively toward Dave.
Dave felt shivers down his spine, yet not from the vampire. He felt that a certain archer was keeping a close eye on him. The vampire was an NPC so nothing that should worry his girlfriend, yet he was smart enough not to point that out to her.
"Yeah… how about no, I appreciate my blood you see, and my life," Dave politely declined with a smile. "Perhaps one of my comrades wants to tag in for me. Feel free to just take it from a certain shameless priest."
"A shame, but I respect the decision. The more you hoard your blood, the more appealing it is to me," the vampire spoke while licking her lips. "Priests have a sour aftertaste so I shall refrain from him. Your female company however does look really appetising…"
Dave gulped hard, and turned away from the Duchess. At the frontline, the damage to the players was beginning to stack and show. They were taking a beating, but Dave didn't plan to underestimate them. The White Ghost and the numerous other masterminds of two of the game's strongest and most famous Super Guilds were bound to come up with a plan to take him down eventually.
"Dortha, if the situation didn't demand it, I'd never ask you this in fear you might turn for the worst, but if you could lend some aid, I��d certainly appreciate it. I want to show those people the meaning of superiority. I want to see them crushed, physically & mentally begging us for mercy," Dave said.
The old gentle looking man smiled, showing a sharp row of teeth to Dave. He then rubbed the small stump under his chin.
"To crush one's hope is indeed the best way to win a battle. Though I am currently the strongest under the Undead King, I am but one man. It won't be apparent if I go out to battle. But I do have an army. Wendigos, come forth! CLAIM THE LIVES OF THE VILE! " Dortha roared out.
A loud, high-pitched squealing started, seemingly coming out from everywhere at once. The sound was jarring, worse than the tooth-drill sound of fingernails scraping across a blackboard. It felt like spikes were being shoved into the players ears and a headache started throbbing in their temples.
A void in space was torn open and a hand the size of a bulldozer reached through the opening and clutched the edges from the other side. Long claws of discolored bone flexed out from the decaying flesh of the mangy fur-covered paw.
The creature that pulled itself through the hole in space was easily as tall as the city walls. But it was emaciated, scabrous skin with patchy fur stretched tight over stick-thin limbs. The bones of its rib cage and spine were completely exposed and it had no discernible internal organs. Antlers grew from its decaying wolf's head, the sharp tines spreading up and out like grasping fingers. A stench blew across the divisions of Undead, the noxious scents of battlefields and slaughtering houses combined.
The creature howled another nails-on-chalkboard scream, pulling the spatial rip open even wider to allow more of its kind to step through the gaps.
"What the hell are those?" Came Blaster's voice from the party chat.
"Damn, I'll probably never get used to these guys," Dave commented.
"These are men who turned on their brothers, these were once men who feasted upon the flesh of others, cursed to this form," Dortha introduced his army.
"So, cannibals?" Fortress concluded.
"The worst kind. And do you know what flesh they like the most?" Dortha questioned Dave.
Dave raised both his brows up as he noticed the panicking look of retreating players from the wolfish giants coming their way.
"I bet they love human flesh," Dave answered with a grin.
"Yes, the fresher, the better," Dortha's put up a grin matching Dave's.