Panting, Titus kneeled. Still holding the smouldering chainsword, he forced himself to stand up. Wiping off his sweat, he andered his way towards the gawking duo.
"Holy shit, what the fuck was that!?" Dusting his shoulders, Duncan hobbled his way towards the Orc, still awestruck at the sight of chainsword. "I thought this world was supposed to be dieval in origin, with magic here and there of course. But how the fuck on Earadun did you manage to acquire a bloody chainsword. I thought that it was just so fairy tail, only belonging to soone who followed a certain Emperor sitting on a Golden Throne. Never thought I'd see one here..."
anwhile, the poor dwarf remained shocked, unable to comprehend the marvellous device that was the chainsword. Those glistening sawblades, glinting in the air, srised him. The smoking handle added an air of unruliness to them, an epito of manliness.
Just before he could touch the chainsword, a large hand swatted it away. "Don't touch it. It's sanctified by the powers of the administrator, and the wishes of all those who believe in the Bureau. Anyone not a part of (or recognised by) the Bureau will either have their hands smote or, if you're evil enough, vapourised on the spot. Anyways..."
Behind them, a headless body rose up, shambling forward whilst still clutching its sword. No one saw it coming...
Except for one dwarf.
Eyes wide open, Simon only noticed it when the corpse began running, but by then it was too late. Duncan was heavily wounded, with Titus none the better.
Despite noticing the movent, they could not do anything, for they were too wounded by then: Titus too busy panting, Duncan wincing deeply in pain.
All they could do was watch helplessly as the headless body of Orkanus dashed its way forward towards them. When all seed lost, a sudden yell took them out of their stupor.
"Chainswipe!"
A blinding flash of light erupted from Simon's hamr, from which a sword beam erupted from the hamr, going straight at the zombified body of Orkanus.
Swish!
Titus and Duncan watched in awe as the Urk's body split in two, falling down, flopping miserably, trying to rejoin back together, yet ultimately failing. The Orc and Elf duo let their jaws, astounded at the scene.
Yet when they turned to interrogate the suspect, all they saw was an epileptic dwarf, twitching and moaning in agony.
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"What the fuck! How's ge still alive!?"
Shocked, Duncan cussed in front of Titus, astounded at how Sumon was still alive. Oraknus, even though very weakened at the ti, was still a tier-6 being. A tier-2 should not be able to survive at the massive influx of experience for killing a prey one tier higher, let alone four.
This was an anomaly
Wiping his tired face, Titus revealed a shocking secret to Duncan.
"*Haah*, it's not well known, yet it's possible for lower tiers to power level through killing higher tier prey. The trick here is that an attacker of the sa tier as the beast must engage as long as possible so that when the lower-tiered hunter delivers the finishing blow, most of the experience will flow towards the higher one, thereby stemming the influx of experience the lower one feels. This can be sowhat modified if your career is more craft-orientated by contributing sowhat towards creating a higher-tier tool. This is well known in the noble circle..."
Outraged, Duncan flailed his arms in anger. "Why didn't I know of this? Damn it, Mom, you never loved , did you!?"
Just as he was about to continue his tantrums, his hands stopped midair. It finally dawned upon him.
"Old man, why are you helping us? You could've just left us to die..."
Caught red-handed, Titus rubbed his bald head. " Well, it's because soone left their satchel..."
Feeling Duncan's sharp gaze, Titus buckled under the gaze. Sighing deeply, he revealed his reason why.
"Y'know, I also once had a dream. A grand dream, though not as grand as yours. All I wanted was a land for my people. A land where we could live in peace, not as uncivilised barbarians, but as people acknowledged by all. I tried my best to bring it to life, I tried for a long ti.
But I gave up midway...
I...I grew disillusioned by the state of my people. Despite my efforts gaining so fruit, the majority of my people refused to change, content with pillaging and raping n and won. Finally, I...I left my dreams, and left my people. To this day, I sotis still ponder, pondered whether if I had kept insisting, pondered if I kept going, would my people still be here..."
Silent, Duncan kept his mouth. He knew better than to open his mouth here. "So...will you join us?"
Smirking, the Orc extended his hands.
"Whether by hook or crook, I shall build you the roughest and toughest space station you can ever imagine."
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