The Rise Of A Porter

"Oi, Ogur! Be careful with that thing!" Talos yelled at the frost giant because he nearly stomped Yan's undead. He got confused about which undead were on their side and which were against them, "You have to kill the monsters. THE MONSTERS! Not human-like zombies!"

Ogur nodded and changed the aim of his flamethrower to the other side of the battlefield, from where the monsters kept charging at them. It had been about half an hour since Talos, Ogur and Asterios stormed out of the base to get rid of the Brigadier General and his army. And surprisingly things were going better than Talos had expected.

Since they were having a good time, Talos thought it was the best opportunity to check how much they had evolved since their last battle with the minotaurs. He told asterios and Ogur not to waste this golden opportunity and go all out.

Talos told them this only after taking the rate at which they were getting stronger into account. It was only a matter of time they would have to start holding their true strength back. Just like their master had been doing for quite a while. That's why they should get to enjoy times like these while they lasted.

This was the reason why Talos had transformed back to his automaton form and was busy abusing The Vindicator against the undead monsters. Every time he used his master's old and trusty weapon, it felt like he was undefeatable. Thanks to Arnold's battle with Jake all those years ago, he knew the weakness of the undead and hence was using flaming bullets rather than the usual one.

Asterios, however, did not have the luxury to use fire-based weapons and thus had to depend on his Warhammer to squash the enemies into slime. But Talos had the Minotaur's back. In case it felt that he was being overwhelmed by the horde of the undead, Talos had provided him with a bag full of fiery grenades which he could use to dispose of them with little to no effort.

Asterios got so excited, he even tried throwing the grenades at the far end of the plain where the Brigadier had stationed the rest of his army. Sadly they were still well out of reach, and the grenades exploded before they could reach them. But this didn't stop the army to step back a bit further.

While Asterios was doing this, Ogur, in order to enjoy himself, had abandoned the flamethrower and was now wielding his battle axe and shield. With each swing of his ginormous axe, hundreds of monsters were slaughtered in a blink of an eye. However, slicing the undead wasn't enough to stop them for good. Thus after the undead had been sliced and diced properly, he would stomp them to oblivion.

The battle wasn't much exciting, but it was enough for the three of them to enjoy themselves while wrecking that basta*d Brigadier's army. However, while the three of them were wreaking havoc on the brigadier's undead monsters, their opponents couldn't even lift a finger to harm them in return. 

No matter how hard the Brigadier's troops tried, the undead on Talos' side always managed to protect the trio of summons. And even if the undead monsters managed to hit one of them, the damage their weapons caused them was laughable, to say the least. This allowed the trio to cause a rampage without worrying much about their safety.

The former Brigadier General of the alpha base had expected them to fight back. However, even he had not expected to meet such strong resistance from just a few of Arnold's summons. Or in other words, he had overestimated himself and his army of cheapskate morons.

He thought just because he had gone through hardships the wasteland had to offer to him, he was undefeatable. Moreover, conquering the bases in three other zones further added to his overconfidence and it made him think he and his army were undefeatable. In his thirst for vengeance, he had completely forgotten that he wasn't the only one with a guardian.

What he had failed to realise was that Arnold wasn't going to sit around idly and wait for him to gain unimaginable powers before showing up. He would've had gone through his own set of hardships. In fact, Arnold had faced hardships, the brigadier general couldn't even think were possible. In the end, what the Brigadier had gone through in the wastelands was nothing in comparison to what Arnold had to go through.

But the Brigadier wasn't aware of Arnold's new strength. He still remembered Arnold as the man he had seen the last time and failed to take his exponential progress into account when he decided to attack the bases spread across the 13 zones. In his mind, he was the only one allowed to gain strength by having a goddess' blessing to back him up. But the moment the bullet of realisation pierced his head, he got enraged and frustrated with himself and his naive thinking. 

However, The Brigadier wasn't only frustrated at himself. He was frustrated at Arnold's summons as well as they seemed to have grown stronger than any monster within his army and probably even him.

So far, just the sheer number of his army was enough to ensure his victory, but this time just the three of Arnold's summons had pinned his entire army down. He hated to admit it, but he had realised that the number of soldiers in his army didn't matter as long as Arnold's summons could one shot them.

The Brigadier was angry because none of it didn't seem fair at all. He had worked hard to get where he was now. He couldn't even remember how many months he had to spend being tormented at the hands of his goddess in order to get stronger. It didn't seem fair at all that he was wronged time and time again and yet no matter how hard he tried, there was no redemption for him. But then again, nothing was fair in this accursed world, to begin with.

He had the goddess' blessing with him. With his Goddess backing him up, no one in the wasteland was supposed to be stronger than him. Then why!? Why was he always the one to be defeated by Arnold's hands and not the other way around? The Goddess had told him he was destined to rule over the world, then how was he supposed to do that when he couldn't even defeat one man?

It almost felt like, the harder he trained to get his revenge, the wider the gap between him and Arnold's strength became. At this rate, he would never be able to take his revenge on Arnold and all of those who betrayed him while he was still working for the Syndicate.

Did the goddess lie to him to make him do her bidding? She would never do that, why would she? Was he nothing more than a pawn to her?

Hundreds of questions flooded his mind. But, well, none of it mattered now. As he knew he wasn't the one who was destined to rule the world, not until the true emperor was alive.

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