While Hera was playing with her friends from the forest, in Ansope, Capital of Antomea, the most violent fight observed since the departure of the woman who betrayed her Kingdom took place.Out of a gigantic brown portal, a colossus more than thirteen feet tall with eyes darker than a moonless night, left the main square and headed for the Royal Palace.
The soldiers, immediately informed of the threat hanging over the city, mobilized without delay.
From the four barracks, more than eight hundred soldiers rushed on horseback towards the monster which, strangely enough, did not sow chaos in their Capital.
Unfortunately, they could not reach the giant as quickly as they had hoped...
...And there was a good reason for that: the closer they approached their target and the harder it became for the soldiers to control their horses subjected to an uncontrollable panic.
Forced to finish the path at a run, when the first 130 soldiers managed to stand on the path of what was undoubtedly one of the Demons described in the ancient books, a third of them dropped their swords before fleeing.
Quickly supported by archers mounted on the surrounding rooftops, when the first arrows were shot, all the soldiers brave enough to engage the monster in battle rushed at him.
"I didn"t come here to play with the weak, so take me to your king."
At first, more and more soldiers believed in their chance to defeat the gray monster whose huge red horns on the side of his head could easily skewer the biggest beef in the region.
As proud warriors, their swords fell unceasingly against the feet of the colossus, who, never ceased his forward march. Countless arrows and spears rained down on the demon, but nothing could to slow down the t.i.tan who seemed to ignore these attacks too insignificant to even could flay him.
Not only did this giant ignore them, but, when after 5 minutes of hard one-sided struggle who put the bulk of their strength to contribution, but which turned out to be totally futile, despite all the heart they put into the fight, a feeling of total helplessness gripped the soldiers whose blows began to lose power...
However, never, they slowed down their attacks, all of which proved futile, and when the gigantic demon, too big to pa.s.s through the Royal Palace gates, destroyed half the castle to gain access to the throne room, everyone thought that the dynasty was over.
Depressed, all the exhausted soldiers fell to their knees.
If only their King hadn"t loved men so much, and before his untimely death had agreed to honor women so that an heir could take over... However, it was too late.
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"What is this wonderful object?"
Leaning forward on his throne, King Claudius II, also nicknamed by his subjects "Claudius the Great Queer", gazes with envy at the small rectangular object the Devil has placed before his eyes.
When he saw this powerful Demon with protruding muscles come to him, a conflict seized of his l.u.s.tful mind. Between envy and fear, King Claudius curiously thought of a bed, but aware of the danger, he also feared for his life.
It turns out that his fear is unfounded. This Demon with such muscular arms doesn"t seem to be here to take his life, but to find a missing person.
"That"s an iphone 11. An object made by beings similar to yourself living in a distant galaxy, but that"s not the point. What you need to focus on is the adorable child on the screen. The picture was taken at our little Highness Hera"s party the day on her eighth birthday. I have many posters where the face of Our Little Highness is clearly visible. What I am asking you is simple. Put up these posters all over your kingdom."
"What revolutionary magic! If I agree to hang your posters, will you give me one of those smoothly contoured artifacts?"
The great Devil had planned to blackmail this strange King whose the short pink dress exposes his thighs, but uncomfortable in his presence, he feels that if a simple smartphone from the Earthlings is enough to satisfy this eccentric, then it will be much simpler than he originally thought.
"I accept! Now that our pact is concluded, if you have any information about Our Little Highness, all you have to do is say my name and I will come without delay. I am Bezeroth, Great Exterminator in the service of His Highness the Grand Duke Astaroth. However, if I learn that Our Little Highness is here and that you have hidden it from me, we will destroy your kingdom in retaliation."
Without further ado, after throwing on the floor about fifty piles of posters depicting a little girl smiling mischievously, the Great Exterminator evaporates from the throne room.
"What a dominating man! Counsellor, I was somewhat moved by this meeting. Cancel today"s ministerial session. I must retreat quickly to my harem to relieve the manhood that has grown beneath my dress."
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"This innkeeper doesn"t mess around with money. Between doing dishes like we"re used to and ending up in jail, I would have preferred the first option. Say big brother, what are we going to do?"
Sitting in fresh straw, the Treviss brothers and their friend Bébert are no novices when it comes to prison, but sleeping behind bars is not one of their pa.s.sions.
As a good leader, an older brother and the only person capable of thinking a little, Pietro, sitting down like a wise man, with his arms folded over his chest, seems to have entered into a deep meditation.
As a gourmet, under his big moustache, Mario is worried. Not that prison scares him so much, but he knows how bad the meals there are.
Bébert is no better than his young friend. With his one and only hand, he stubbornly punches into a steel bar, but finding that this material is stronger than his b.l.o.o.d.y finger, he runs out of ideas.
Pietro comes back to life. A victorious smile stretches out under his big nose. The tall man gets up and stands in front of his two comrades in misfortune, who, he is aware, will never be able to get out alive without him.
"It"s so simple, we"re going to negotiate our freedom!"
As usual, Bébert wants to applaud his friend"s brilliant idea, but when his only hand hits the stone floor, he screams in pain.
"However, negotiate with what? Even the most wretched hobo must have more possessions than the three of us combined."
Tsch! This Bébert sure likes to ruin his best plans. Pietro shakes his head toward the one-armed man who"s too stupid to understand the subtle ways of his thinking.
"Bébert, that"s just what I"ve got to think about now."
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At the edge of the forest.
Three lone adventurers run as fast as their legs exhausted by their endless escape, allow them.
About fifteen minutes ago, the three of them engaged in a fight against what they believed to be the simple living dead of rank F.
Confident in their chance to win, Jean rushed towards the dead warriors.
With his sword, he decapitated these monsters unable to resist him, while behind his back, his so beautiful Gina protected him by sending s.e.xy fireb.a.l.l.s to all the skeletons who were trying to attack him on his sides.
From the smile that both of them had on their faces at the beginning of this little amateur fight, there was soon no trace left.
Every skeleton that fell down quickly got up again. More annoying, the beheaded living dead men came back more angry than before and carrying two heads.
When the useless Branco, hidden behind his tree, remarked to Jean that:
"Maybe it would be better to avoid cutting off their arms."
The furious warrior held back as much as he could so the annoying kid doesn"t get a taste of the cutting edge of his sword.