DEPARTURE TO DESTRUCTION
2048, within Zamboanga, Philippines. An elephantine cavern throughout the tropical grasslands, which served as one of the few secret lairs of the Eradicator. Currently present, and seemingly safe from any potential threat, including his enemy, the Desolation.
However, little did he know, he was getting some unexpected visitors. Visitors, who he despises immeasurably.
Multiple gargantuan ships, armed to the teeth with plasma cannons and filled to the brim with soldiers, flew in, consisting of the Desolation emblem right in front of them. 50-feet tall mechs dominated the ground, seeking to blast the Eradicator into oblivion.
Mammoth tanks, zeppelin ships from a higher altitude. Right beside the shore were Desolation battleships that were superior to 7th-generation naval ships. Multiple armies ranging in the tens of thousands, overcoming the lands like a plague.
Several gigantic, mechanical beasts in the form of a spider and centipede, with guns that far exceed a fortress’s weaponry. The Z1999 Apocalypse came back to torment the likes of the Eradicator, and there were two of them.
“You fucking kidding me? We’re expending this much manpower to take down one target? This is insane. An attack like this should go to the Classic Order HQ.” one soldier who rid by one of the flying ships remarked. A thought that had come to his senses, unlike the rest who were next to him.
“You. Don’t. Understand.” With every word, another soldier poked at the other’s upper chest. “This is no ordinary man. This is a demigod who has been taking out a large fraction of the Desolation. He’s slain plenty of Desolation members, and took out entire superfortresses of ours all by himself.”
“No, I do get it, he’s a major threat and continues to prove it. I just feel like the Classic Order is more important.”
“Look, you gotta side with us on this one, kid. If you do, we’ll all go out for ice cream, got it?”
“You sold me.”
“Works every time. Alright, boys, let’s light up this asshole.”
The flying ships flew in to surface level to deploy its units, directly in front of the overwhelming armies. Before they would make their move, their oppressor walked out of the cave.
The Eradicator, in his crimson armor, not saying a word. He stood there for a few seconds, the soldiers that were directly in front of him were trembling in fear, acknowledging that they’re up first against the slaughterhouse of horrors that the slayer would deal.
They fired at him. A stream of plasma. However, he walked through the plasma shots. From one side to another, he fired out a colossal blast, annihilating hundreds of men and entire tanks.
The pulsing of energy. The ripping and tearing of men dealt by the Eradicator. Obliteration of the super heavy weaponry. For days, no, weeks, the Eradicator had to fight, yet his body never wavered.
From the beginning, it seemed like the Desolation forces were on their way, conducting yet another symphony of destruction. However, all they ever did was..
their departure to destruction.