Fortunately on the ground the forcefield perimeter was set up just in time to contain the blast from the god, limiting casualties to under the millions.

The general got a visual of the giant sphere ship that the god had entered from his position in the Rift Runners bridge.

He resolutely donned the Centurion Omega battle helmet and took leave of the bridge.

“Hunter, I will be at the main landing strip on the Rift Runner, come and get me… it’s time to end this.” He said with a steely tone.

“Roger, you crazy motherfucker.” Came the reply as Bob manoeuvred swiftly through a scant squadron of sphere ships as he finished them off in clinical fashion before turning around and heading towards the general.

Meanwhile, Hans lunged and leaped through the sprawling metropolis, making his way back to the action, the hynx also haphazardly rampaged its way back to it’s antagonist, swatting invaders from the sky and flinging them back up at the enemy fleet as he went along.

Bob made it to the Rift Runner fast but not faster than the general had reached the docking bay.

“Quickly, to Vol Drung!” The General ordered as he holstered his weapons and packed the last of his munitions before jumping into the hunters glider.

“Welcome to air Cornelius, would you be interested in an inflight meal?” Bob joked as he shifted into gear and blasted off in a vertical ascent whilst dodging projectiles and laser fire.

“You know, you’re not half as bad as I thought you were going to be. If we survive this. You’ve got a job.” The General said as he held on tight.

Jakaab babbled in an incoherent panic from behind.

Bob chuckled as he increased speed before he climbed adjacent the Consulates hall.

The duo could see the hynx leaping and bounding up the sides of it and on the other side was Hans, jumping up from ledge to ledge.

The team rapidly approached the top of the building and a few fathoms higher above floated the giant sphere ship that held the old God inside.

The hynx leapt for it and Hans jumped on the behemoths back whilst the others simply flew.

Much to their surprise the outside hull rematerialised and allowed them to pass through.

Bob, the General and Jakaab docked in the only flat area they could find, every proper docking bay shaped for the invaders' sphere ships.

After a brief altercation with the standing guards, everyone gathered.

“The ground is covered for now but we have to cut the head off of the snake.” Said the General Resolutely.

They made their way through a labyrinth of mazes decorated with archaic, occult depictions of Vol Drung’s reign of terror.

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They fought, shot and pummelled their way through the guards that stood by.

They eventually made it to a heavily ornate archway near the centre of the sphere ship.

There stood guard two monstrous beings with the tails of scorpions, the body of gorillas and the head of goats. Red veins laced their bodies as they held bloody tridents in their hands.

They snarled at the intruders before charging.

Taken aback, the three intruders doubled back and drew there weapons in anticipation.

Except for Jakaab who in a misplaced fit of bravery charged at the creatures in a mad panic.

‘What in the thousand systems is he doing!’ The general yelled as Bob rushed to provide cover fire.

‘Get back here you scaley freak! You’re going to get yourself killed!’

The resolute reptilian rushed regardless, screaming at the top of his lungs as the hungry demons bolted to meet him.

Just as the inevitable harbingers of his doom were about to descend upon Jakaab, thy Hynx burst from the adjacent wall and tackled one of them before sinking his giant canines into the creature's throat.

Hans following suit, jumped from the hole in the wall and bludgeoned the second beast's brains to a warm pink mush just before it was going to impale Jakaab.

Bob and the General lowered their weapons with a sigh that dissipated all of their tension.

“You took your time.” The General said to the beasts in front of them.

Hans shot back a blood thirsty smile and grunted in reply.

They eventually made it through to a giant archway that led into a central cavern with an amphitheatre in the middle where the old god floated over some sort of ritual altar.

Surrounding the amphitheatre were thousands of worshippers bowing down in their cloaks.

The four of them stopped and looked on in ominous curiosity.

Vol Drung moved away from the altar to show a young, heavily pregnant woman bound by chains, convulsing violently on the altar where she lay.

Black, pulsating veins running all over her body as she screamed in agony.

"Not as strong as the other one… you will not survive the process but your sacrifice is appreciated."

Hans heard the screams and moved closer for inspection, beating cultists aside as he strode forth.

The woman shot her blood shot eyes to him and seemed to take a brief pause from reality, trauma too much for her to bare any longer.

“Help!" She whispered through laboured, rasping breaths.

Vol Drung chuckled deeply.

‘Now come forth my child of destruction, take this planet and bring forth my eternal kingdom.’ He then pointed Dar Gul to the vulva of the woman and began a deep, low chant that all of the worshippers began to follow.

The womans convulsions grew far more violent as she let out a glass shattering series of screams.

‘No!’ Hans yelled before leaping down to the altar and making for the woman.

Vol Drung did not attempt to stop the man and just continued to chant.

Just as he was about to reach her a vulgar miasma burst out of the screaming woman’s vagina and out followed a repulsive mass of necrotic, soggy flesh.

The birth sent a shockwave that threw both Hans and the old god back to the far end of the cavern and disintegrated some of the closer worshippers.

She was left with her pelvis blow open, her innards a bloody mess and her legs nothing but slivers of carnal debris scattered about the altar.

She lay on the altar with her eyes closed and her blood sprayed about all around her.

Her organs were scattered out of a gaping wound in her mid section.

Her pelvis was crushed and her legs were no longer.

The black mass of her spawn began to move and let out screeching shrills of dread.

It fumbled its way out of its placenta and made its way into the purple glazed light that shone through a window on the ceiling.

It was a grotesque looking creature, pale and vascular skin covering its bony figure.

It staggered on two weak, digitigrade hind limbs, using its four upper limbs for support as it struggled to breath through the two slits on the front of its hatchet face that were set below two sharp red glowing eyes and above a wide, wound like mouth revealing dozens of sharp serrated teeth.

Hans and the old God both got to their feet on opposite ends of the altar.

Hans ignored the creature and ran to corpse of the innocent woman.

“You… you evil bastard!"