The Rise Of A Porter

As soon as Talos and company reached the south point of Alessia, they were greeted by a sight that would make any earthling shiver in fear. An army of about a million soldiers strong was heading towards them with a trail of dust so big that it made the land void of sunlight. 

But the elves weren't alone. They had siege weaponry with them. It wouldn't take a bright mind to realise what they were up to. This so-called resistance was not there to defeat them, they were there to destroy all semblance of Arnold's presence on their planet. 

To realise the scale the elves had prepared themselves to attack, there was only one example. If a force like this was to break out of a dungeon, then it would only be a matter of days before entire nations collapsed. Of course, it would depend on the country they would invade, but one could get the gist of a situation like this. 

"Now this is a battle worthy of my time." Hercules bumped his fists together before grinning like the warmonger he was, "You, foul-breathing human corpse. You seem like a true warrior to me. Let's crush their heads!"

Bad-Breath had a perplexed look on his face. He never realised when did Hercules get so close to him that he started referring to him so casually. That aside, Hercules' excitement charged all of them up as well. 

To them, it didn't matter whether the enemies were in millions or billions. They will crush them all. After all, they were the elites, they would never back down from any challenge. No matter how big or small it might be. 

"We have an advantage over them in many ways." Talos mumbled as all of them got ready to smash the elves, "Even if we ignore our strength. We are on top of the mountain. We can take care of them effortlessly just by sitting here."

"He is correct." Heimdall chimed in unsheathing his sword, "They might be in millions, but in front of us, they were just pitiful ants."

"And here I was thinking living on this planet would be boring." Tiamut shook her head and transformed into her dragon form.

Everyone followed her suit and got ready for the bloody battle ahead of them. Talos transformed into his demon form and started blindly shooting spikes in the direction of the incoming horde. There was no point in wasting time to aim. They were a horde, no matter how widely they wanted to spread to dodge the incoming attacks, it wasn't enough. 

The others did the same while the close combat experts waited for the enemies to reach them. However, it didn't look like most of them would be able to reach them all thanks to Talos' spikes, Tiamut's fireballs and finally Shyok's vines. Also... there was Ogur was busy throwing random things at the charging army. It didn't matter what he picked to throw

Talos didn't know what the heck these fools were thinking trying to challenge them like that. Just because they hadn't completed developing defences around the base didn't mean they were vulnerable. They were more than enough to defend themselves no matter the crisis. 

"Are they really foolish enough to think we'll just sit around and let them do whatever they pleased to?" Natasha mumbled to herself waiting for the elves to get within her range, "I can't wait to torture them for trying to kill me. Only master has the right to punish me, no one else."

"I... almost forgot... you are one... perverted soul..." Yan replied to her before raising his army of undead to further slow the Elves charge. 

"I never said I wasn't one." Natasha winked at the rotting lich.

While the two of them were busy doing that, there was Ogur throwing random things at the charging army. It didn't matter what he picked to throw, with the velocity he was throwing stuff was more than enough to kill anything that came in contact with the projectile. 

They were winning. But for Hercules, it wasn't enough. He did not have enough patience like the others to wait for the elves to get there. That's when a bright plan entered his pea-sized brain. 

"Oye, Frosty. Throw me next." He commanded Ogur with the silliest smile on his face.

Ogur saw no problem in doing so, as he was getting bored of throwing rocks and metal at them. So he gladly picked the Olympian and threw him with a force so strong that Hercules broke the sound barrier before landing in the middle of the elves army. 

The impact shook the ground as hundreds of elves were killed immediately. Hercules could not have been more excited in his life than he was now. Moments later he began relentlessly killing the elves one after another. 

But there was one thing he wasn't aware of. He had created a chain reaction within Arnold's summons. After watching Hercules fly like that, they too wanted to experience that. As a result, they lined up in front of Ogur, waiting to be tossed into the battlefield like a freaking meteor. 

"What are you doing?" Asterios yelled at Duke and Cerberus who were fighting to be tossed first, "There has to be an order here."

'He has matured...' Talos thought Asterios had gained some maturity after his ascension. 

"I will be thrown first as I am stronger." Asterios proudly proclaimed the next moment.

'I take that back...' Talos shook his head and kept shooting the spikes, 'He can never be mature enough...'

"Yoloooooooooo!"

Everyone heard Asterios screamed as Ogur threw him as well. It was at that moment Alice along with Miro, Dani and Grock walked towards them.

"We are still under attack right?" Dani asked Alice.

"We are always under attack... that's why these fools don't take it seriously. What do think about that Grock? Where the heck did he- Oh hell no!"

"Yeeeeeeeet!" Grock creamed at the top of his lungs as he was thrown away as well.

"This damn lizard... he was on the brink of being destroyed a moment earlier, now look at him..."

"No one will ever understand what goes inside a male's head...." Dani shrugged her shoulders while Miro nodded along. 

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