Like an angel of death falling from
the high heavens, Lieutenant Killarak over and over again avoided the initial
danger of the webbing torpedoes. His descent came to a screeching halt when he
landed directly on an Almasain spider creature crushing its thorax, breaking
all four legs, and leaving all four arms mangled. The quick-witted Venom swung ruthlessly
his axes in an X fashion, splitting
the unfortunate arachnid into four separate pieces. With attacks coming from
all directions, he didn’t think, he didn’t have time to; he just swung his
battle axes tirelessly and with an undeniable passion.
The mastership of his craft was
impeccable.
Hell accompanied every swing.
Salvation from a life worthless and
purposeless followed every strike.
His spiteful blades demonstrated
their exoskeleton’s inferiority.
Severing limb after limb,
dismembering heads, dodging each and every webbing torpedo, Lieutenant Killarak
and his once out numbered faction spearheaded the extermination of Almasain
spider creatures until the entire vicinity was rid of them.
King Murderar ordered that the
Lieutenant and his faction were to conquer Almas’ southern sector, city by
city. Twenty-six more Messiahs provided reinforcements. Simultaneously, twenty-six cities were
destroyed. Lieutenant Killarak and his faction scoured the fresh ruins for
survivors to be used as slaves; unfortunately, the injured and fatally wounded
were of no use and therefore the unsympathetic Venom war official gladly
supervised and took part in ending their misery.
They left behind them the carnage
of forty-nine conquered cities before reaching the hive city of Bersand where
ahead in the near distance, an unimaginably numbered army of hornets, yellow
jackets, and dragonflies, didn’t hesitate to intercept the raging reptilian
outlanders.
Lieutenant Killarak never flinched.
He ran toward his opponents; his
opponents flew toward him.
Ignoring
the uncomfortably humid air’s smell and taste of burning flesh, he ran toward
his defining moment, toward the opportunity to create his legacy; governed by
all that was Melonite within him, with his bloodstained battle axes tightly
gripped, he ran — he ran in the direction of conquest.GET YOUR COPY TODAY!
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