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This world's evil god sucks, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE! (Chapter 7)

A Warhammer Fantasy Isekai

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"I'll hammer all over this land!" - Harry the Hammer, famed Chaos Warrior before he proceeded to hammer undead to death.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Descriptions of Violence, Spooky scary skeletons, and Creatures of the Night: The Elderly.

Chapter 7 - "IT'S HAMMERING TIME!"

Noura had the others follow her upstairs for a brief moment, saying that she had a gift for Lena and Varxus. They were in her bedroom, compared to the tidiness of the rest of her home, it was a complete disaster. Clothes were scattered along the floor, copious amounts of alcohol and half eaten food stayed on her drawers, and Noura was making a somehow bigger mess, tossing things from her closet haphazardly.

“Hm, nope. Not that one. Come on, where is it…?! Oh, I needed that like a week ago!” Noura muttered to herself, tossing things behind her and almost hitting the others.

Mason sidestepped an oncoming skull, Lena had to duck before she was hit by an ominously glowing orb, and Varxus’s helmet slightly shifted when a book hit the side of it, making him grunt.

“How is it that the rest of this abode is spotless, yet your personal chambers are reminiscent of an Orc’s lair?” Varxus questioned, clearly annoyed and confused by the contrasting state of her rooms.

“Hm? Oh, well, I specifically order my minions to never come in here. Lady’s personal space and all that.” Noura waved offhandedly as she continued looking. “By the way, what’s an Orc?”

“You do not have them in this world?”

“No, that’s my first time hearing of them.”

“...Thank gods.” Varxus sighed a breath of relief. Finally, an area where he would not have to deal with the greenskin menace, he thought to himself. They were literally everywhere in his realm, this was one thing he was glad that did not carry over. “They’re annoyances, I will leave it at that.”

“W-Were you never expecting anyone to be in here, Miss Noura?” Lena asked concerningly, trying to pick up the items off the floor.

“Dear, the only men I expect in my company are skeletons and my husband’s disapproval of my room.”

“Disapproval is an understatement, Lich.”

His observation made Mason and Lena chuckle, but Varxus remained unamused, growing further irritated.

“Is this truly necessary? I sincerely doubt this Necromancer could withstand an onslaught of our combined mi-”

“It is, if you wanna actually get to cast magic!” sigh “At least there’s no bugs in here…”

“Maybe we can help look?” Mason offered politely, helping Lena by putting the tossed skull on a table.

“No, I know it’s in this clo…AHA!” Noura cheered, shifting through her closet even faster and finally pulling out two rings. “Here we go! Lena, Varxus, these are for you!”

Lena extended her palm as the ring gently fell into it while Varxus grabbed it from Noura’s hand, closely examining it. He could tell the ring itself contained magical properties, but as to what specifically, he could not tell. All he could decipher is that it was not of undead nature, considering the Chaos magics emanating from his armour were not getting dulled by it.

“Varxus, I will have to say, I’ve never seen magic like yours before. The properties are…unique, I guess is a way to put it.”

“My magics are powered by the Ruinous Powers of Chaos. Of the four gods I used to worship, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle allowed me to tap into the winds of magic.” Varxus replied.

“Hm. So you’ve denounced them since you’re stuck here, right?”

“Correct.”

“How are you still able to use them here, then?”

Varxus moved his mouth to give an answer, but found he had none. He looked at his palm and felt the numb sensation of his magic run dry. Varxus could not use it at the moment, but he knew for a fact it was still chaos magic that he was trying to summon forth…Why could he still use them if he was cut off from home?

“...I do not know that answer.” Varxus admitted, more to himself than actually meaning to answer Noura.

“Well, it’s no matter. As long as you can use it for your own gains, right?” Noura shrugged, turning to Lena.

Varxus was troubled by this thought, but then realised Lena was getting a ring, but not Mason.

“Here you go, dear! This should help you channel your innate magic a bit! We’ll do some more training when we get the chance.”

“You could have used magic this entire time?” Varxus turned to Lena, making her flinch.

“Um…W-Well, not really,” Lena replied as she straightened her back, getting used to the intimidating glare his helmet gave. “Elves innately can use earth magic in our world. At least, according to what father told me. But we need a lot of training to do so, and he never wanted me to learn.”

“Hm, that’s right. He wished for you to remain a farmer.” Varxus recalled. The fact he did made Lena slightly happy, something he did not notice himself.

Mason noticed that Varxus now turned his gaze onto him.

“Before you ask, milord, I can’t use magic. At least not innately like the Elves can.”

Noura sensed Varxus’s frown, which she cleared her throat to give him an answer.

“Saving the history lesson for another time, humans cannot learn magic themselves unless they find an artefact or an item to channel it, these rings for example.” Noura explained, one arm resting on her waist as she shook her other hand. “Elves and Dwarves can tap into magics from the word go, usually. Though sometimes, people like Lena here just need to be trained, since it’s something to do with their innate power.”

Varxus nodded, understanding the sheer power gap of the humans in his world and this one. The Empire of Man had colleges of magics, not everyone was gifted in it, but the ones who were could tap into truly destructive powers, at the risk of blowing themselves up. The fact that no human at all in this world could use them inherently was yet another alien concept to him. Knowing better than to think further on the comparisons, he instead looked at Noura.

“And you do not have mind altering properties in these rings?”

“Hah, no I do not, Varxus. Besides, those usually work on the weak-minded. I’m pretty sure you don’t qualify for that.” Noura chuckled.

Lena put her ring on, and her eyes widened, clenching her hand over and over. Varxus moved to put the ring on himself and realised it was far too small for his massive gauntlets. Instead, he crushed the ring and his armour absorbed the magic, a surge of energy rushing through him as he sinisterly laughed. It did not restore him to full strength, but he could feel a part of his former power restored. He ignited a small blue flame in his hands and nodded. It did not feel like it was faltering anymore, which more than likely meant he could use the Blue Flames of Tzeentch far longer now.

“Are we ready to go now, Miss Noura?” Mason asked, twiddling his fingers anxiously. “I think we’re kind of pressed for time.”

“Yup! Let’s get to the stables and rush towards the town. You guys don’t mind skeletal steeds, do you?”

…

Rhys watched as the guards rushed to form a barricade along the towns’ entrances, shouting at each other and grabbing all sorts of torches and weapons. He simply watched for a majority of the time, answering any questions his men had about their orders, watching the civilians all escorted by Varxus’s men, much to their discomfort.

He could not help but focus on them, his fingers clenching.

“...Former soldiers of the Dark Lord.” Rhys’s own voice played back in his head. “Your new master, Varxus, has ordered me to retrieve you…But, know that you do not speak to someone who looks down on you. You speak to a fellow man who has broken free from the Dark Lord’s shackles.”

Rhys simply closed his eyes and sighed. If only they had been found by the queen like he had, maybe then they would not have to be under such a brutal man’s command. As much as he wanted to help them, he knew that would spell their death. Not to mention the townspeople were not nearly accepting as he and the city guard were. They had all been freed from the Dark Lord, but they dared not divulge that information to the general public.

“Commander!” One of the guards approached him, a torch illuminating the concrete they stood on in a warm light.

“What is it, Corporal?”

“Large amounts of undead approaching the vicinity, and the group you had sent out are returning!”

“Just in time it seems.”

Rhys walked towards the entrance of town and stopped when he saw a group of four riding on skeletal horses, leaping over the barricade with ease and landing right in front of them.

Lena was riding with a woman he had not seen before while Varxus and Mason had their own horses. Varxus was the only one that looked odd, as the horse he rode was obviously not meant for someone his size, looking more like a donkey of war than anything. They all got off their horse as the woman approached, politely bowing.

“Noura Mors, a pleasure to meet you, sir…?” She looked up, slightly tilting her head and gesturing for his name.

“Commander Rhys,” He replied, slightly hesitating. “...Are you…?-”

“The witch? Indeed I am. Though, not the one causing your current headache, obviously.”

He frowned at that fact and turned to Varxus.

“I see you have brought my men. Good. I have a plan to lure out the Necromancer so your men do not get overrun.”

“And what would that be?”

“I will not disclose the details, but position your men away from the townspeople.”

“What?!” Rhys shouted angrily, stepping towards Varxus as his fists clenched. “No, out of the question! I am not endangering the lives of my people!”

Varxus’s stance did not move, and his voice did not waver. It was the tone of a man completely assured of himself. He then turned to Lena and Mason who stepped forward.

“We’ll make sure that they’re safe, sir.” Mason politely nodded.

“Were you able to get the queen’s aid?” Lena asked, trying to comfort Rhys.

“...No, I was not. She says they’re busy trying to reinforce Dalery’s borders after the Dark Lord’s attacks on the outskirts. We are on our own.”

“Tch, typical. Looking out for her own kind instead of everyone in their territories.” Noura waved off dismissively.

“You would do well to not speak ill of the queen, Ma’am.” Rhys sharply replied.

“And you have no other option it seems.” Varxus added.

Rhys gave an exacerbated sigh as his shoulders sagged, turning back to Varxus.

“Do I have your word that my people will not have a single scratch?”

“You do. I will not drag them into the open, if that is what you are concerned about.”

“...Fine. But you will give us a clear signal for your counterattack.”

Varxus slammed his right fist onto the left side of his breastplate.

“Your enemies will know terror upon our arrival.” Varxus left with his group and retrieved his men. He could not hear what they were saying, but they all vanished down the street and into the darkness of the alleys.

…

The guards heard the unmistakable noise of a shambling horde of zombies, all groaning as they approached the town’s entrance. The way they had barricaded Lindrow made it where only one way was possible to enter, and that was through the front door. In the centre of town contained the hiding civilians they were protecting, and no doubt this Necromancer’s target.

“Guards of Lindrow! Our enemies approach! Formation one, with me!” Rhys shouted over his shoulder, a line of seven guards rushed forward with swords and shields, while another line of seven stood behind them with halberds. Rhys himself stepped forward and unsheathed twin swords.

He had no idea what Varxus’s plans were, but it did not seem like he was the type to go back on his word, for better and worse. Focusing on his original plan, Rhys pointed forward with his sword.

“DRIVE THESE UNDEAD BASTARDS BACK TO THE HOLE THEY CRAWLED OUT OF!” Rhys charged forward with his men as they all shouted a battle cry, throwing themselves right onto the oncoming horde.

Rhys sliced apart a group of four as they all stuck their hands out to grab him, looking more like a whirlwind of death than a man. With a singular spin, he bisected all of them as their torsos fell onto the ground. The men accompanying him quickly shoved their swords into their heads, killing them for good and bashing the ones getting too close to the entrance with their shields. The halberd line stood a fair distance away, ready to cut apart any stragglers that slipped past.

Varxus watched from a distance inside one of the alleys, his arms crossed and silently observing. Lena, Mason, and Noura on the other hand were vocalising their thoughts.

“W-Wow, Commander Rhys is so fast!” Lena admired, watching as he dashed from group to group, rapidly slicing their limbs apart before moving onto the next, his soldiers quickly finishing them off in their wake.

“It is commendable,” Varxus admitted. If it came to blows between them, Rhys was almost as fast as he was. And that was impressive, considering he has nothing magical powering him.

“The other soldiers aren’t bad either, they’re pretty disciplined.” Mason commented, watching as the group moved as one.

“Something you wish to emulate, Varxus?” Noura asked teasingly. Sensing her tone, he simply shot her a glance and nothing else.

“It is something every force should have by default, if they wish to call them “Elite”. With what I’ve taught my men about formations, they’re now on a basic level of a town guard.” Varxus grunted.

Rhys backed off as he decapitated another zombie, noticing an arrow whiz past his head, making him look for the source. In the distance was now a group of skeletons, all armed with swords and bows, and he knew more were on the way.

“The second wave is upon us, bring out the crossbows and fall back!”

Rhys and the soldiers quickly retreated with the Halberds switching out their weapons for shields, another formation reloading their crossbows and aiming. Many of the skeletons’ arrows embedded themselves into the shields, but some managed to catch a soldier’s arm or their helmet, causing them to stagger. The skeletons moved much faster than the zombies, quickly closing the distance and entering the town. Varxus noted they moved much faster, but were still out of sync with each other. They appeared to remain extremely fragile as only a few sword clashes with the guards caused them to shatter. But their sheer number started to drive the guards back, even with Rhys tearing them apart.

“Hmph, a classic strategy. Tire down the defenders with your chaff, then send in your heavy hitters.” Varxus nodded in approval for his attacker. That meant his quarry would be no mere foe for him to crush. It would be a worthy opponent indeed.

Finally, a battle was playing out how it should have been since the moment he entered this gods forsaken world. Both sides were a dangerous foe for the other, utilising their strategies and strengths to the best of their ability. The humans outmanoeuvred the slower undead, but they had the numbers to dwindle their stamina down.

“Be ready to shatter their lines. Follow me to glory.” Varxus’s usual annoyed tone was noticeably absent. Instead it was replaced with a type of excitement. An excitement to finally show what Chosen were truly capable of.

Rhys roared as he shattered yet another skeleton’s skull, dodging the arrows as his blades parried others that tried to attack him. His breathing became uneven as he struggled to catch it, under constant attack by the unending skeletons pouring from the entrance. Arrows constantly flew by him, driving his guards further back towards the centre, and ever closer to the townspeople in the building behind them.

He knew that it was a matter of time before they got overwhelmed. A fact that a cackling voice seemed to understand, as the skeletons suddenly backed off, and made all the guards look up. It was a pale man who was floating above them, his black cloak being blown back from the wind. He slowly came down, with many of the guards pointing his weapons at them.

“You’ve proven yourself quite the formidable opponent, Commander Rhys!” The pale man applauded, his hands clapping to Rhys’s annoyance.

“Who are you?” Rhys demanded, his swords still ready to attack.

“I, am Ebrexor! I come far from the dead lands to seek an army to overthrow this kingdom, and this town will make a fine addition to my collection!”

“Over my dead body!” Rhys shouted, charging straight at him.

“As you wish…!” Ebrexor mocked, gently waving his hand forward and having his skeletal legion advance once more, slowly overwhelming them. “Now where are my new subjects?-”

As if on cue, the building behind the guards had massive skeletal hands reach upwards and bring walls down, while another one held the roof up, exposing a massive group of people, all holding each other and screaming in terror.

“What in the?!-” Rhys shouted in surprise, a sword entering his arm as he was caught off guard, making him scream and fall over.

“C-COMMANDER!” One of the guards called out for him, as they quickly became surrounded by a group of skeletons that had seemingly come out of nowhere. “I-Impossible, there was no way they could have gotten behind us!”

“HAHAHA! There are my subjects! Do not worry just yet my friends, you will get to join your families after I…” Ebrexor’s laugh stopped in his throat.

The mortals were right. The skeletons had not broken through their lines, nor did he summon those hands. And his minions tried to break through the entrances, but they were far too weak. How did they-? Without warning, the skeletons surrounding the guards spun around and rushed their own kind, shattering them into pieces with each savage blow. One of them grabbed Rhys and threw him into the city guards, before one of the hands shifted and grabbed them, tossing them into the building like they were made of paper.

“T-The hell?!” The guards shouted.

Before Ebrexor could get his own shout of surprise in, the hands closed in, forming an impenetrable wall of bone around the people. From the dark alleys, he heard heavy armour moving towards him, as if it was an entire formation.

“Who DARES?!-” His voice quickly died off when he saw a massive black-armoured man with horns sprouting from his helmet, stomping towards him with a two handed hammer.

Beside him was a smaller soldier, sword and shield in hand, a small girl with a face of anger and disgust, and a well dressed woman, casually smiling as she strolled, completely dismissing the atmosphere of her companions. Behind them was a formation of the Dark Lord’s soldiers, though they did not act like the ones he’d encountered previously. These ones had their shields raised and slamming the hilts of their swords onto the front, creating an intimidating drum-like beat as they marched forward as one, shouting one word over and over that was completely unfamiliar to him.

“NORSCA!”

Ebrexor took a step back, slowly realising just how truly colossal the approaching warrior was, and he could sense magic radiating from him, something far more evil than his own, or even the Dark Lord’s magic. His eyes went wide as he swore he heard the laughter of four great and terrible beings, and the screams were beginning to intensify as the man drew closer. The aura alone was driving him to insanity, a concept he thought he had abandoned a long time ago. This stranger’s magic whispered in his head, it craved for violence to quench its insatiable lust, it hungered for his soul.

The man suddenly began to cackle maniacally, adjusting the grip on his massive hammer and looking straight at Ebrexor.

“SLAVES TO DARKNESS! BREAK THEIR BACKS, TEAR THEIR HEADS OFF, AND LINE THE STONES WITH THEIR BLOOD! WE SHALL EARN GLORY TODAY!”

He broke out into a full tilt sprint, a speed that no man with that size and that armour should be able to achieve, slowly accompanied by the three with him. The elf and human raised their shields to deflect incoming arrow fire, while the woman simply yawned, flicking her hand up lazily as a wall of bones erupted and caught the arrows aimed at her head before it vanished again.

The soldiers all rushed in, screaming a mighty war cry as they clashed with the advancing skeletons, managing to hold their own as their adrenaline took over their instincts and began to savagely beat the skeletons to death. They looked more like a savage band of barbarians than the discipline they had portrayed a second earlier. Though something was off about them. They seemed inexperienced, frightened even. Not at all what their leader was currently portraying.

The leader took one swing with his hammer and blew apart eight skeletons' upper halves into tiny pieces, his speed still startlingly fast. The human and elf were striking with precision at their heads, dodging attacks and arrows while making sure not to get caught off guard. Notably, they were fighting together, blocking an attack that would hit the other. The woman made no gesture, but her eyes glowed a dark purple as her own skeletal minions dealt with the grunts, both of them tearing each other apart as she looked on the skirmish with a kind of apathetic expression. Only when she looked at her comrades did she begin to smile. The leader quickly raised his hand at Ebrexor, spewing out a searing blue flame that scorched the concrete in front, Ebrexor barely managing to raise a magical shield in time that redirected the flame. It incinerated the skeletons trying to reinforce their allies, turning them into a pile of dust, with the leader still cackling.

“Show me what pathetic sorceries you will use in vain to save your miserable existence! BECAUSE TODAY, YOU FIGHT CHOSEN!”

To be continued in Chapter 8

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