Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

Artigan’s strength and resourcefulness was well beyond even Kraxxksken’s expectations. The leader of the Unwanted monsters had thought he would win, even until the end. While at first he had been planning to die to Artigan after killing all of his own kin, his fury had overwhelmed him to the point that he truly did try to kill Artigan for real.

All of his greatest creations–and those were his creations, failed to kill him. He had not taken out some of the more powerful artifacts to try to kill Artigan.

Kraxxksken clicked his tongue and shook his head. Too much pride as a crafter when he was just a monster. If he was being honest, Artigan would probably still have beaten him. The insult rang in his head.

Too predictable? Me? Never have I been called that. Never will you call me that again after today.

He calmed himself down.

Oh well. All the more meaning for this then, yes?

He would be satisfied with this. Burying Artigan in the city would be enough to delay them until he was done. Xxsharesshvil was with him, she would help Artigan dig through into one of the tunnels.

Though by that time every single Unwanted Artigan tried to save would be dead.

The fact that he relished in that thought proved he was a monster too.

Kraxxsken chuckled at that thought as he twirled a spear in his hands. It was not quite as good as the one his personal golem used but it was more than enough to slaughter a few monsters. He patiently waited as a smaller golem in front continued to dig upwards and into one of the main tunnels.

He had not made his personal escape tunnel connect with anything else and he was having to wait until it had finished digging through.

The golem front of him was a smaller little ball, digging through the front with its hands. Moving earth out of the way as if it were a fully mature bullipede. A marvel of creation. Speedy, powerful and efficient.

A few seconds later the golem finally broke through.

They broke into one of the main tunnels right behind a group of Unwanted. They were so surprised, so confused at his sudden appearance. It looked like none of them had been told the truth because they hadn’t expected him to start stabbing with his spear.

They started screaming. Holes appeared everywhere he stabbed. All of the hideous monsters stopped supporting the tunnel and tried to flee. Understanding full well that all of them together couldn’t kill him.

But too slow compared to him. He was stronger than all of them by far.

When Kraxxsken was finished slaughtering the monsters he felt something trigger one of his wards. He frowned. That was the ward to his personal escape tunnel. He pushed his mind back to see two figures sprinting their way through it.

He flicked his spear, the blood splattering all the walls.

“Ah smart. Maybe I am a little too predictable after all.”

He attempted to collapse the tunnel in front of them and Xxshareshvil grabbed the sides to counteract the collapse.

It still collapsed most of the tunnel in front of them.

Still, she would be able to dig through it. Now, he was left with a decision. He could flee or…

He decided to be a monster in the end. Kraxxsken sprinted along the tunnels, winding his way back up. Ignoring all of the other groups of Unwanted in the tunnels around him. He was making his way directly for the children first.

They really had gone quite far.

Even he would not enjoy this act. This was an act of mercy.

They wouldn’t understand, but they didn’t need to. That elf’s death, Tar’el, at least he would enjoy killing that one and parade it in front of Artigan. The final task of the Witch Tyrant. He would teach her disciple the more important lesson of all.

Then, all of a sudden the group of children vanished from view.

What?

Another trick by Artigan? Kraxxsken stopped and focused. Whoever had taken control over the surroundings of the children had quite a bit of power behind their skill. To even take away his own sight of the territory he knew well.

Though it was amateurish work. When he focused he could see a slow moving block of dulled zone in the active caves around him. It was quite easy to focus on the center.

Though whoever had done it had seen him coming.

Someone else had left the zone of dullness and sprinted ahead to intercept him.

An adventurer. A simple [Swordsman] in a tunic with a singular sword at hand, another on his back.

Kraxxsken hissed and stabbed. His body might not have been as tough as his personal golem but it was more than enough for a pathetic fourth realm adventurer–

The [Swordsman’s] blade tapped his spear by the tip–parried downwards in an effortless motion, spun–and cut his arm off.

Kraxxsken was so surprised that he hadn’t overwhelmed the parry that he couldn’t react in time to his other arm being cut. When he turned around to run, the blade pierced straight through his thigh. Pinning him in place

What? What?!

The [Swordsman] frowned, his phone coming alive as a feminine voice rang through it.

‘Zedart, you got him?’

“Yeah, I got the Unwanted that went crazy. Stronger than average, I think.”

Kraxxsken recognized the name and started laughing. He finally went mad.

“The world mocks me once more! Oh cruel world, taking away hope from every corner.”

‘Hold on, something big’s coming from afar. At least I think so. These fucking tunnels are making my head hurt. Wait–I think that’s Artigan.’

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They didn’t even recognize him. He started forming runes around his manacore. Calling on the forward gol–

Another blade smashed down in front of his face. The [Swordsman’s] eyes shining and seeing through his magic.

“If you understand me, then I would recommend that you stop. Realmer or not, I will not hesitate to cut you down.”

–

Ryan was sprinting as fast as he could possibly go with Shara on his back. He had thrown away the enchanted golem when he came across the group of slaughtered Unwanted.

He was far, far too slow for his own liking. It had been awhile since he had been this exhausted. [Resource Overdrive] was not a skill he could just use and continue to keep going at max strength. In fact, if Rax was half as tough as his own construct, it was going to be nearly impossible to win.

I still have the golem core.

It had been in his pouch as a last resort. He just wasn’t sure what would happen if he used [Volatile Antimagic Throw] with it.

But Ryan’s eyes still burned. Refusing to give up.

Shara had seen her slaughtered kin too, and she was silent on his back, as if she believed the death of her people was just an inevitable outcome in the end.

Stupid, stupid. How was I so fucking stupid. I should have figured it out.

Ryan ran and ran until he saw Rax on the ground. His leg pierced through with a sword by his neck, Zedart holding the blade down and focusing on Rax’s torso.

And all the tension left Ryan’s body.

Ryan unceremoniously dumped Shara on the ground and just collapsed onto the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Man, I have never been so glad to see your stupid face.”

Apparently he was even more exhausted than he first thought because that was the best line he could come up with right now.

Zedart frowned, like the idiot he was, then he stared back at the pinned down Rax.

“Is this the one we were supposed to be protecting them from? You let it get away from you?”

“Don’t you fucking start. I will kick your stupid ass.”

Zedart looked down at Ryan’s completely exhausted state.

“I don’t think it’s possible in your current state.”

“Why don’t you come here and–wait no that’s what you want.”

“No, I would rather fight you when–”

Both of them stopped bickering as Shara started stalking towards the downed leader of the Unwanted. It almost seemed like she couldn’t believe that Rax was lying there, pitifully taken down by some stupid random [Swordsman].

Then she lunged.

“Zedart!”

Ryan had let his guard down, but not Zedart. The [Swordsman] grabbed her as she hissed. Shara didn’t care that Zedart was touching her, she looked like she just wanted to tear Rax’s heart out, and Zedart was struggling to physically contain her.

“Shara stop!”

Shara started screaming in her language. “Why! Why are you a deceiver!? Look! All these people see us as people. Why can’t you?”

For a moment there was a different expression on Rax’s face, it was similar to the one Shara had right now. Anguish? It was quickly replaced with rage. That one Ryan could tell. Rax turned to Ryan as he shouted in return. Spit flying everywhere.

“See how cruel you are?! There is nothing worse than giving hope and then taking it away.”

Ryan stood up on shaky legs, his own eyes blazing. He remembered the butchered Unwanted.

“You’re a fucking [Enchanter]. You study runes from ancient civilizations and create some of the most fucked up golems I’ve ever seen. How do you do all of that and still declare yourselves monster? HOW DO YOU DO THAT AND STILL SLAUGHTER FLEEING PEOPLE LIKE THEY WERE NOTHING?”

Rax hissed, his eyes burning with magical power. “I was trying to protect them! You–you! You don’t see! Oh yes but you will.”

Ryan had a bad feeling about this.

“Zedart!”

Zedart let go of Shara, all three of them were sprinting for the Unwanted leader.

It was too late. Kraxxsksken the leader of the Unwanted used the blade by his head–to cut his own head off.

All three of them froze at the sudden mad action of the leader. A hundred things went flying by Ryan’s mind. A deadman’s switch to collapse the tunnels? A bomb with his own manacore? Another enchanted golem?

Then he got a notification.