After eating, the group decided to find a Hotel to sleep for the night. In a while, they managed to find one that was staffed by Vampires and Humans and is touted as “Bloodsucker Friendly” near the City Square. The luxurious hotel’s lobby already excludes wealth and power, with all of the people on it wearing beautiful dresses and amazing suits. The fine lady on the desk gently bows and puts up a warm smile at the unique bunch.
“Welcome to Hotel Charles De Gaulle, how may we help you today?”
“How much is a room for a night?”
“Two thousand five hundred gold, three thousand if you want room services including an unlimited amount of food.”
“TWO- Th-that’s basically highway robbery!”
“Sorry sir, but running a Hotel for both Humans and Vampires isn’t exactly cheap.”
“That’s true. Ugh, will you take objects with you? I don’t exactly think I can materialize two thousand plus gold coins without collapsing. Heck, I only have one currency and it's the one we use in Dark World.”
“Of course sir.”
As he continues talking to the cute girl at the reception area, the two vampires look around the expensive lobby. The Masquerade mask the Queen was wearing is gaining the attention of the people there, sneaking in stares and looks of jealousy at the purple beautiful dress and porcelain mask full of jewelry she had.
Behind them, Paul materializes a red ruby, and presents it at the woman who was immediately and visibly enamored by it. After some time, it was appraised at the price point of six thousand gold. To make use of it all, he instead requests for two nights at the luxurious establishment with all the extras. Entering the elevator, it takes them to the 15th floor where a big carpeted hallway greets the trio. The Male attendant leads them to the edge of the floor. Opening the door and revealing a beautiful ornate room full of Victorian Era artifacts. The two Vampires immediately fell in love and felt right at home. Meanwhile Paul continues to follow the man as he leaves a brief overview of the functions of the room, what caught his attention was the large Jacuzzi adjacent to the Masters Bedroom.
The Living Room was gigantic, with three large sofas looking at a glass table with a flask of fresh human Blood, a Kitchen full of modern appliances like an Electric Stove, Oven, Fridge and a Bookshelf full of random books about history and culture on the other side next the door that leads to the Master Bedroom. Soon after the attendant left, the Queen immediately removed her Masquerade Mask and dived into the sofa. Hugging all the pillows there while Alana goes to the kitchen with Bahamut. Looking for ingredients and food to eat. Meanwhile, the tired General calmly enjoys an indoor Jacuzzi bath.
“Ahhhh… this is the life.”
In the middle of his trance, Bahamut uses her telekinetic powers to open the sliding door to the marble bathroom where she joins him, acknowledging her. He picks up a Sponge and starts cleaning the small Dragon. She’s visibly enjoying it, getting the harder spots on her body cleaned fully and her tail all sparkly and the black armored scales of her body started gleaming and reflecting the well-lit room. Little to her knowledge is that Paul was having a flashback.
On a wonderful garden of a snow white castle, he is in skeleton form, wearing Eldwood’s General uniform and pointing a revolver at a beautiful High Elf wearing an Angelic White Dress, the woman's long silver hair reaching the stone floor of the Gazebo she stood on, his Black Ops soldiers decked in modern gear have surrounded her. Gunshots and explosions are heard throughout the Castle as Blackhawks and Littlebirds lay waste to the wonderful and carefully crafted palace. Riddling all of the walls and windows with bullets.
“We won ma’am. I hope this will be enough of a warning. Do not put your noses on things you do not understand.”
“Such barbaric acts. Did any of my men shoot back at you? All they could do was charge at your soldiers with swords and shields.”
“That’s your fault not mine. We specifically warned you ma’am not to continue investigating our… projects.”
“Why did you turn to those people?”
“Why? Can’t you see? Breznick, Outopos, and Libertus are eating smaller player factions, preventing the growth of the community. These massive player Kingdoms take full advantage of their numbers and collapse promising communities. We’re merely here to balance the scale.”
“Such is the nature of man. Would you think arming everyone with modern weapons will make things better?”
“I’d rather have that than have none. Princess Fraeya, I hope you’ll understand. This is what this community needs… in our eyes, and when it's all over. Dark World VR itself will be redefined as a modern shooter.”
“You're all lost. I hope one day, you and your friends may find the light of the tunnel. This isn’t the way, there’s a system built here by us so that this may be avoided.”
“Your system? Your system that serves YOU. Not us, we merely dug our own exit and found our own light. Regardless of what you stand on, this is the first time the open world has seen the might of our modern arms. Use Ancient Magic all you want, we’ll return it thrice with Cruise Missiles and long range artillery.”
He pulls the trigger, instantly killing the player. Her body slumps down on the ground, bleeding nonstop. He is then shocked, she should be dematerializing not bleed like he actually killed someone. Suddenly, he was pulled out of the flashback as the two Vampires hop into the Jacuzzi with him. Queen Elizabeth's long golden blonde hair was reflecting the ceiling light while Alana’s straight black hair blended excellently with the water. Spreading it like a wildfire.
“WOAH GIRLS! I’M STILL IN HERE!”
The two laughed and started teasing him. The Queen was ruthless with her seductiveness, only showing half of her chest while lifting her long white legs over the water to show her perfect body’s form. Alana on the other hand goes in close, Paul’s hand was still busy cleaning Bahamut when she did. Causing the small Dragon some annoyance as she’s left to fend to herself, floating like a slithering scaled snake.
“Oh my Master, you seemed to be troubled. Would our services suffice?”
“Ahahaha! Okay that is enough. I seriously won’t be able to stop myself from doing something.”
Panicking, he uses Block Emotion, a self casting spell that’s supposed to provide a buff, mostly used to prevent fear or hesitation. Though this did stop his lust, his body was still responding to the two beauties, with his wood coming up.
“You know, they said that all the men that slept with me died happily. Only a select few lived to tell the tale of how good I am in bed.”
“Queen please. I’m a Virgin. Bahamut will have to pick me up in the Abyss if I ever sleep with you.”
“Don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t, I actually have been wanting to for a long time, it's just that I have a lot to think about.”
“It did seem that you were remembering something.”
“I was.”
Curious, Alana pushes her chest to his right shoulder.
“What were you remembering?”
“Uh-uh-uh-uh… wait let me gather my thoughts.” After breathing in and out, his eyes and posture turn serious.
“I just remembered the day we stormed the High Elves castle while reading Geraldia’s History. She told me we were lost. What we were doing was gonna bring the opposite of what we hoped for. I then shot her, but instead of turning into Divine dust, she-she bled there… I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Did it?” Alana curiously asked.
“We… I don't know. We never did see the end of it all. It started but then we got transported here. Crazy I know, but the things she said, it still disturbs me to this day. Are we any different from the people back in our world? Waging war endlessly to prove a point, sending young men with millions of dollars worth of equipment just to die or kill some less technologically powerful foe.”
“It's not so different here. Why do you think the Empire of Princeps Dryades have so much of Geraldia’s Eastern landmass under their thumb? Because they have one of the largest standing armies. And not like humans, the High Elves can wait all they want.”
“Just how big is their Empire? From the book I read, it didn’t seem to be that big.”
“We’re actually close to their border. This city of Outworlders is located in the Province of Arentius. Just another hop and we’ll arrive at Tasbor where they have a large Fortress meant to stop a human invasion if it ever comes.”
“Man, I see that you guys have your own problems huh? I guess our sudden appearance didn’t help with the dire situation?”
“But first My Lord, Did you regret anything?” To his surprise, the Vampire Queen commented and her tone and voice was serious. Her natural deep and mature voice was giving more emphasis in each word she blurted out.
“No. I made the decisions I had to make. I regret nothing.”
“Then it was worth it. As long as you don’t regret the things and decisions you made, it can all be justified in the end by you. And that’s all that matters.”
“Isn’t that a bit selfish? What about the others?”
“What of the others? A good leader knows the past is the past and the present is the present. Be not afraid of what you did, be afraid of what will happen afterwards.”
“True but the weight of this all, even more when I fought the Saint on that train. It felt like the entire world was against me with her power which is so strange.”
Bahamut then pops her head out of the water in front of him.
“And most of all, prepare yourself Master. That thought you had, when the Princess bled, then having her soul taken by an Altar to reawaken. That is you, afraid of the duty a true soldier has to do. To kill, and as I warned when we first met this Saint Elizabeath… she is powerful but something different has come with this world.”
“And what is that?”
“I may need to confirm it. But I feel like the Wuldr… World is on her side.”
“That’s rare, you spoke Partida.”
“Hmmm… as I feel the connection with the Abyss. That woman is not good news, so be warned. But do not worry, for you have us.”
With the trio calming and assuring him, the Vampire Queen takes his head and places it above her chest. Slowly caressing his hair while Bahamut starts swimming around the Jazuzzi like a kitten, flapping her four legs at the water and enjoying her time. The next day, he wakes up with the two Vampires hugging him from both sides in bath robes while Bahamut was on top of his chest once again, curled up and sleeping like a house pet.
Enjoying the sight, he smiles and goes back to sleep. Next thing he knows, he’s immediately awakened by Alana who puts an Apron over her bathrobes. He could smell the Bacon and Eggs coming from the living room. After a good breakfast, the Vampires once again dons their dresses and the Queen once again wears the ornate Masquerade mask she has with the thin white dress that exposes her navel and abdomen. Leaving the room, Paul locks it and they start their walk to the Elevator.
Suddenly, Alana stops and like a Predator, she changes her stance, using her senses to feel the surroundings, she’s immediately alerted by a certain presence. The Queen on the other hand feels it too but is undisturbed. Paul notices a movement, and suddenly Alana grabs someone by the neck. It happened so quickly the General didn’t even notice the image of the figure. Only after looking at Alana did he notice the handsome young man in a black suit and cane. The well endowed man had a pomade and had beautiful green eyes.
With the blink of an eye, she turns around. Cautiously avoiding the man's gaze but it was already too late as the man had already felt their presence the moment they entered the ornate hallway and sneaked up on her.
“Still as fast as ever, Lady Alana.”
The Countess breathes a deep sigh in front of Paul, Bahamut and Elizabeth and makes a smile and happy face. Turning around slowly and politely.
“Lord Angelo the Second, how many times must I warn you to not sneak up on me?”
“If it means getting touched by such a beautiful woman, it’d be infinite.”
“My, thank you for the kind Compliment.”
The attractive young man suddenly notices the tall woman with her, the Masquerade mask takes his attention and shoves Paul out of the way, as if he wasn’t even there.
“Oh my, and may I ask who you are?”
The Queen stays silent, just looking down on the man. Alana on the other hand pulls him away and immediately tries to make small talk.
“Lord Angelo, how may I help you?”
“Nothing really, the world truly is a great thing. Making us meet at such a fateful place as this.” He puts his left arm around her stomach, gently pushing her close to his chest. “Also, would you come to this year’s Bal Masque?”
“O-of course. I’ll come.” She puts up a fake smile that one couldn’t even distinguish from her normal one.
“Good! I look forward to seeing you in that party dress of yours!”
“Y-yes.” Continuing her facade of a happy face and lightly pushes him. Making space between the two. The Marquis stylishly swipes his hair back, and stares down Paul who is confused at the situation.
“Also, I never knew you were the type to keep a human slave cattle or is he some sort of familiar.”
“Oh, you mean General.”
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“General?”
“Yes, you see I’ve been trying to improve our diplomatic relations with the newcomers of our world. He’s one of their Generals.”
The Vampiric man looks back at Paul, staring him up and down once again.
“Is that so? then please do be careful. I’ve heard they are quite dangerous when left alone.”
“Thank you for your concern, Lord Angelo. Please, I must now go with the group.”
As she was about to leave, the Marquis grabbed her by the arm and turned her around gently.
“You still haven’t told me the name of this beautiful mature lady with you. Is she familiar? What Kingdom did she hail from? Last I heard you were in Dragovh performing you usual Diplomatic missions.”
“It’s none of your concern. Now, would you please leave me alone.” Her Golden eyes sparkle, threatening the man. Seeing that he pushed her to the boundary. He kneels and gently puts his top hat down and apologizes like a true noble.
“I apologize. But I do hope we’ll meet again out here, this place is wonderful. I’m sure even the Elves or Humans would grow jealous of such a magnificent city. How couldn’t we Vampires think of this earlier?” He laughs and arrogantly enters the elevator. Not a care to the world or what he just did.
“By the Gods.” Alana crosses her arms and is visibly annoyed by the man. Paul sees this and puts his hands on her shoulders, calming her down.
“Who was that tall man?”
“Lord Don Angelo the Second from House Dreyfus. Just ignore him, he’s the biggest forgive me for my word but Cumberworld on Threat.”
“He was handsome though. If I looked like that back at my world, I’d be drowning in…” before uttering the rest of the sentence, he feels a great weight from Alana and a massive one from behind.
“Drowning in…?”
“Drowning in attention!”
With the Queen and Bahamut, they exit the Hotel and enter the stone street. The Morning was extremely lively in the city, lots of well dressed people were out and about, mingling and interacting with one another. The trio with Bahamut all awake and on his shoulder start chatting about where to go next.
Thousands of miles away in the Capital city of Woodstock, Generals overlook the three massive Piers of the city. Full of military equipment and vehicles being loaded into Naval freighters. One of them lights a cigarette inside the Office while another General with a uniform akin to a Russian one stands next to him. Asking for a light.
“This has to be the most wasteful thing our humanity has ever assembled.”
“Well comrade, for the sake of going home. We’ll waste everything.”
“I just hope those eggheads will figure out how to work that teleporter before the Demon Continent attacks.”
“Can’t we really do anything? Comrade we have assembled the mightiest army this planet would ever witness for hundreds of years.”
“The thombs prophecy is real, it said of the Vampire Queens take over, and the numerous attempts of the Demon Lord to take over the world. This is no different, we’ll simply be inserting ourselves a bit. We won’t defeat them, it's not our duty. It’s the duty of the land's Heroes as the world is on their side, not ours.”
“I just think of the people we could save.”
“I know, but we don’t belong here, everything we have doesn’t belong here. We must get out before we cause more problems.”
He puffs a smoke as the well lit Pier rattles from the movement of equipment, the railyard behind the Office they stood on was full of flatcars carrying tanks and artillery. The sections once full of Container Vans are now nothing but stacked Olive and Tan coloured military containers, inside are guns and ammo. All being moved to the military freighters.
“It’s just sad to think… with all this equipment, we won’t save anyone but ourselves.”
“We already made diplomatic ties with the Kingdoms of this land. They won’t interfere with our affairs as long as we don’t interfere with theirs. Heck, even the High Elves have finally shut up about our technology. Pricks.”
“Ah. Though this is magnificent. Comrade, I never knew I’d see all of the modern guilds of Dark World VR unite in this way.”
“Beautiful isn’t it? We’ve moved thrice the amount of tonnage in D-Day for the last few weeks. More trains are coming and it ain’t stopping. Right now, we just gotta make sure no one interferes with what we’re planning.”
“Do you think the High Elves will pull a fast one comrade?”
“No Broshkin. They won’t. Though the High Elves only love themselves and hate everyone else, that army they’ve been building up is not for us. But for the humans here.”
“Then, let us leave something for our brethren here. Why not help the Kingdoms build a massive Империя!”
“Huh? Imperiya? You mean a human Empire?”
“Yes! What do you think, comrade?”
He puffs smoke out from his nose.
“This is none of our business. Let us not keep involving ourselves with the natives.”
Miles away in an underground factory inside a mountain, two Train Engineers are doing some final checks as their train prepares to leave for Woodstock. One of them hops down from the cab of the locomotive and heads over to the Guard controlling the gigantic blast doors. The soldier was busy doing paperwork when the Engineer approached him. He taps on the bulletproof window of his guardhouse. This caught his attention, opening the window and taking the clipboard.
“One hundred and fifty cars. Jesus. These trains keep getting longer.”
“What’re we gonna do with all this equipment? I drive Four Four Hundreds for BNSF in real life and moving this much tonnage is freaking insane for a military.”
“Rumor has it we’ll be fighting the Demon Continent head on.”
“Fuck me, are they really serious with that?”
“Yea, they want war I guess.”
“Is this really just for war? We’ve moved everything from trucks to tanks. I feel like there’s more to this than that.”
“Look man, we’re here to make sure this equipment reaches Woodstock without a hitch. Here, I’ve signed it. Have a safe trip.”
“Thanks. Take care.”
“You too bro.”
Clearing the train for the Capital, the guard inserts a key on a console and turns it to the left. Warning lights blare as the blast doors slowly swing open, revealing a larger rail yard outside. The powerful ceiling lights of the mountainside factory illuminate the outside as the 150 Car long train slowly rumbles to the exit.
Back at Woodstock’s Pier Office. The two Generals' attention is caught by the sound of a train’s horn as it leaves the yard. Headed to the factory to get loaded with more military equipment.
“War. Such a word, I never knew I’d be participating in one. Felt like yesterday I was just an accountant in an office.”
“As a Russian, I know one thing about humans and it is our desire for violence. You know the saying? There’s a soldier in all of us. It’s just sleeping, hiding.”
“Guess so, there’s no turning back after this… and is that from Call of Duty?”
“No worries, we’ll all see through this till the end.”
“I hope you’ll keep the end of your bargain. The Red Star Guild agreed to blow up its Mana Core alongside everyone else's in hopes to despawn everything we’ve built and made.”
“Of course, we’re already preparing the explosives months ahead of time.”
“Good. We can’t let the people of this land have this technology, they aren’t ready for it yet.”
“But what if our weapons and cities don’t despawn?”
“Then I just hope they’ll use the weapons we’ll leave behind for good.”
“Yea right. Cyka will probably wage war against one another.”
“You’ll never know Broshkin. They have magic, it might change things and how weapons are going to be used.”
Opposite of the Pier, two Ohio Class SSBN has its Trident missile tubes opened as capsules are slowly lowered on it.
“Looks like they’re loading SLBMs on the Ohio’s.”
“Wait comrade, I thought we’re barred from using Nuclear weaponry?”
“It’s not really nuclear, it has smaller Mana Cores in them mixed with explosives. It’s just enough for a low yield tactical nuclear bomb but without the radiation and after effects.”
“But still, it has the same kilotons as one.”
“General, we already know we won’t win this. But we’re prepared to take as much with us as possible.”
“Это безумие! Do you not know what this could bring upon us? What if we started pointing these weapons at one another instead? We would be doing the Demon King a favor!”
“Do not worry, in accordance with the United Nations, we’ll never do such things. We’re also at the climax, I’m sure everyone wants to get the Hell outta’ here. No way we’d point these weapons at one another now. Not now.”
“I do not trust us, if our leaders almost caused the Third World War and Nuclear Holocaust in the Cold War, what more if its just a bunch of people who were playing a VR game a few months ago. Это нехорошо.”
“Make do with what you have as they say.”
“I just hope this ends with us going back home.”
“It will. It will.”
A Blackhawk flies over the Office of the Pier. Inside it are a bunch of Special Forces soldiers all in black combat uniform and vests. The helicopter flies deep into the Aegir Ocean, a giant body of water parting the Demon Continent and Geraldia. There, a massive fleet is being assembled. The team lands on a Nimitz Class Supercarrier named “Hand of God”. A lone C-130J with its rear ramp open waits for them to board. Another Black Ops soldier greets them as they enter the aircraft.
The cargo plane quickly takes off, inside. Twelve soldiers equipped with suppressed M4 SOPMOD IIs and Glock 18s with GPNVGs on their Advanced Combat Helmet silently wait for the light to go green. The only identification one could see was the numbers on their helmets. Depicting their name on the squad. As the cargo hold rattle from the ascent, the C-130 flies into the dark night sky. After an unknown number of hours, the rear ramp opened. Equipped with HALO gear, they each stood up in a line. The Jumpmaster oversees each one of them and does final checks on their equipment.
“Wind changed, your equipment pack will be dropping a kilometer away from the designated landing zone. You should be able to spot it with your GPS. That is all.”
“Affirmative. Six, I want you to lead the second team and recover the packs. You have permission to silence any civilians that’d get in your way.”
Six nods in agreement and the light turns Green. Prompting the Black Ops soldiers to jump, One looks at his watch and sees the rapidly descending altitude. From Thirty thousand, to twenty five thousand. Falling through the clouds, the Squad leader slowly sees the lights of a giant city. Leayla, the Capital of the Demon Kingdom Vitas. The Gothic architecture of the city made it seem like the soldiers were falling into a spikey end. Reaching a thousand feet, they open their chutes. Six soldiers fall towards the Castle in the middle of the city while another follows a pallet full of black combat backpacks.
One lands in a park, quickly using fire magic to burn his chute, together with his men, they regroup and tactically move through the stone street. Dodging the denizens and hiding in the dark alleyways.
“Six, what’s the status of the packs?”
“All good One. We’re collecting them now.”
“Roger. Meet up at the walls of the Castle. Avoid the Demons and Humans at all cost.”
“Affirmative. Team Two, Out.”
Going through the streets, there’s a surprising amount of humans intermingled with Demons outside, mostly headed to the Red Light District of the city. The soldiers surgically weave through the alleys, avoiding people and walkers of the night offering their services to the lonely people of the settlement. Reaching the wall, the first team awaits the second.
“Team Two, what’s your status over?”
“We’re all good. ETA Ten minutes to you over.”
“Roger, keep your eyes open.”
The second team, which was near a large Park full of beautiful flowers, picks up disposable rocket launchers and extra backpacks full of health potions and explosives. Using fire magic, they proceeded to destroy the chute and pallet. Going through the alleyway, they realize they landed on the suburban part of the city. Having to jump through backyards, seeing the normal daily lives of the citizens. Though having Demon humanoids with Horns and Grey skins, they’re life wasn’t any different from that of a normal person.
Some were enjoying a cozy night with their family, eating good food while others were already asleep. The only difference was that some of the houses seem to have a mixture of Humans and Demons. Both species live peacefully together under one roof. The Black Ops soldiers ignore this and continue to rush through the clothing lines in the backyard and even encounter a Demonic Wolf that became a pet of a citizen. Crossing a well lit street, one of the soldiers noticed a Poster on a lamp post showing the Demon King leading a mighty army against waves of humans.
After going through the suburban area, they encounter a horse patrol of Grunts. The soldiers of the Demon Continent wore more chainmail than those of the other continents and seem to have heavier steel helmets. With a Crimson Red garb inside, they had well kept equipment and the scabbard they use has a brass tip that shines and reflects the lights. The Black Ops soldiers hide in the darkness as the patrol passes them. Their team leader, Six eyes one of the Grunts with two large spiky horns indicating his Demonic Race.
Passing, the Second Team crosses the road and runs to the wall. They follow it, skimming the sides and rejoining with the First Team. One gestures for them to teleport, which they did. Appearing to the top of the wall and quickly shooting the grunts guarding it. They then teleport once again, now inside the Castle the soldiers approach its Eastern Wing, where weapons research is being done. The University-like building was empty at night apart from Demonic Wolves and small four legged hellspawns guarding it. The high level Black Ops soldiers made quick work of them, getting inside without much of a problem.
Inside, they rush through the hallways, entering a storage room in the middle of the establishment. They then hear a cart being pushed, forcing the soldiers to hide inside the rooms. A man wearing ceremonial robes exits a secret door inside, they wait for him to disappear into the building and quickly enter the hidden room where an Elevator is located. The soldiers quickly board it, lowering them to the bottom floor. To the soldiers' surprise, there wasn't as much resistance as expected. Running through the underground part of the castle, the lead soldier suddenly stops. Gesturing for the rest to halt.
“What is it, Three?”
“I am detecting movement. Fifty meters front.”
“Shit, be ready.”
Tactically moving through the hallway made out of Stone, they encounter a burly bearded man in a leather Hunter clothing, standing in the middle. The lead soldier quickly pumped three shots into his chest but it didn’t even make the man move. The soldiers behind him open fire too, shooting the mysterious person both in the head and chest. After dumping all thirty rounds, they reject the mag and the man just disappears.
“EVERYONE! CHECK YOUR SIX!” The Squad leader alerts his men as the mysterious figure has disappeared.
Suddenly, the last man is pulled into the darkness of the hallway. All they could hear was his light scream from getting grabbed. Now in a heightened mood, the Squad leader orders them to make a run for it. Being in skeleton form, they weren’t able to tire. Running at max speed to the end of the hallway where they’re met with a single locked door. Not waiting for explosives, the lead soldier shoots the lock open and they’re met with an entire room full of people in ceremonial robes.
“Well shit. Are Grenade Launchers approved for us now?”
“EVERYONE! FIRE!”
The Black Ops soldiers open fire with everything they got. The strange people in robes rush them but are quickly gunned down. Some managed to reach the soldiers, stabbing them with ornate Knives. But due to the lack of flesh, it only pierced their uniform and was gunned down like the rest. The last soldier closes the door and they check the corpses. Removing the hood, Four comments on how they’re undead. No longer human. Not wanting to meet the strange man, the Squad Leader orders everyone to go. Following the map they’ve been given of the underground labyrinth. Dashing through the hallways, they encounter cages full of Demons and Monsters. Some they recognize from Dark World VR while the rest are completely new.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Seven, are you recording all of these?”
“Yes sir, helmet cam is taking it all in.”
“Good.”
Encountering a metal door, the lead soldier tries to shoot the lock but is unsuccessful. They call Eight to plant explosives which he immediately does. While behind them, the last man notices the burly bearded man once again. Without hesitation he calls the guy out, and starts pumping shots into him.
“SOUTH! SOUTH! IT'S THAT FUCKER AGAIN!”
The remaining ten soldiers riddle him with 5.56mm bullets. The sheer amount of firepower slows him and down to his knees. Using his hand to cover his face from getting even more lead, his right hand transforms into a large wolf-like paw with extremely long and thin nails. Slicing open the cage next to him and freeing powerful mutated zombies with six legged two headed Demon Dogs. Nine quickly runs to the middle, unslinging the M136 disposable rocket launcher.
“BACK BLAST CLEAR?”
The soldiers take cover.
“CLEAR!”
He fires and the HEDP rocket explodes. Destroying the top half of the bearded man and the shrapnel killing some of the zombies. The six legged dogs on the other hand flank them, turning left and right to ambush the soldiers who were in cover. They quickly caught onto this and were able to stop them, but the zombies that survived grabbed the Squad Leader and two through the cover, destroying the pillar they were hiding behind. The other soldiers quickly pump them with lead till they drop, but as they do this the man slowly regenerates his upper half.
“CLEAR!” Seven screams and as the bearded man runs towards them, he blows open the metal door. The shockwave sends the strange person flying to the end of the room. They quickly enter it and continue to dash through the labs.
“Okay, we’ll turn left here and we should find the Portal room.”
Following the map on their wrist mounted GPS, the soldiers enter a gigantic room with an ancient monumental standing ring. It was full of strange and unknown writings, with lines that head to a stand that has a book on top of it. The soldiers didn’t waste a second and quickly ran to it. Just as Six was about to touch it, he was completely blown away by a strange force. Throwing him to the corner of the massive room.