Raid-Boss Wishomoppu (3)

The bombardment of different half-digested food and puke continued as The Endless Grasslands became The Endless Vomitlands. While fearing for my own life, I was not able to come up with a better description.

Trying to think was not easy during this hailstorm of things that used to be in some kids' stomachs.

" BE CLEANSED BY THE FILTH OF YOUR CHILDREN," said the war-crime committing Mop as it was committing even more war crimes. Apparently, the irony of the situation was lost on it. The idea of cleaning the world by shooting lasers and filth to kill people seemed a bit backwards.

Well, it was hard to argue with the results given that it was indeed very effective in eradicating the mere immortal mortals who dared to oppose the great, evil demon Wishmoppu.

But this Mop had mopped its last day today; it had committed an unspeakable, unforgivable crime. This sick-minded fuck deserved nothing more than the death penalty for what it had done just now.

THE POPCORN, why did it have to die so young?

Every last golden snack had been utterly annihilated by this heartless monster. Their corpses littered the dirty ground, barely resembling their former glory. In this sea of body fluids, they would never be able to rest in peace.

Seeing these delicacies reduced to such worthless objects caused my heart to be filled with hatred, nothing aside from blind rage was left in me.

The beast needed to pay for what it had done. They had done nothing wrong!!!

I had to start the revolution and bring this heinous criminal to justice.

My heroic figure stood up and stepped on the chair to start the inevitable. Taking a look at many of these fallen clones of mine, I noticed that they shared my anger.

" Dear People, no today, I am talking to you as my brethren. Brothers of the Popping Corn, long have we held back, hoping this situation would just pass. Showing compassion and respect to everyone involved"

All the eyes began to turn to me as they began to listen to my speech.

"And yet, our goodwill was seen as nothing but weakness. Our love was met with cold contempt. We watched from a distance and YET we became the target of inhuman weaponry. This we could endure, but to target even our children of corn... this could not be tolerated any longer."

My clones began to scream loudly at the unjust treatment and mourned the victims of war. The feeling of sadness fueled the burning desire to avenge the fallen.

" Today, will be the day when Evil is punished. Today, will be the day when the Villainy is getting its comeuppance. TODAY, will be the day when JUSTICE IS SERVED!!!!"

My speech ignited their broken hearts and directed all of their hatred in a single direction. The possessed Mop wanted war... it got one. We would never stop until the bitter end─we owed the precious popcorn that much.

"DEAR BROTHERS OF THE POPPING CORN.... WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?"

" Dear Sir, we are but humble servants. BUT, right now WE WERE HERE TO KICK SOME ASS."

Saying this these psychos ran like mad dogs and joined the other copies in the brutal battle. After having done my utmost I said back done on my chair again and began to watch once more.

I was not stupid enough to join them on their glorious quest to honour the popcorn; they can do it by themselves just fine. This was just a fun way to blow of some steam...that popcorn was worth 3 powerstones.

Would these people make any difference in the battle? Nope, although it was fun to send these people to their doom. And I needed some meatshields to block the puke projectiles for me.

Even during my speech, I lost my life several times to all the unsanitary things flying through the sky. The death count on the TV screen had long passed the 2 million mark... do you think I would be able to do a single thing here?

On the one hand, we had a laser-shooting, projectile-spewing Mop possessed by the Ancient Devil Wishmoppu and on the hand, there was an author.

So, yeah let's stay realistic in regards to this battle.

"DO NOT RESIST MORTALS, THE GREAT ERA OF THE CLEAN IS UPON YOU" spoke the cleaning tool casually as it was mowing through the horde of naked and clothed lunatics.

"ONWARDS, WE CAN MAKE CLOTHES OUT OF IT" screamed an unidentifiable individual. Followed by several more screams about absolute gibberish, though they all somehow contained the term "clothing".

As long as it kept them motivated, I guess?

This was a judgement-free zone, they died for a great cause, so they would be honoured as the "heroes" they were. They were warriors and they lived and died as such.

Okay, at this moment it was more of the dying part...like a lot more, but they still lived as honourable warriors for a few seconds.

They still got an A for effort.

Yet, despite all the valiant effort, the only thing, which actually made any progress was the death counter. And the level-up notifications, which refreshed any lost health of the Mop. In short, this was a stalemate that would not end any time soon.

Level 110....Level 111.....Level 112....Level 113... Level 114....Level 115....

" YOU SINNERS, DROWN IN THE ENDLESS TIDE OF NOSEBLEED,"

Unsurprisingly, such a big attack literally changed the tide of the entire battle. Without any warning, the heavens began to split apart and a tsunami of red buried everything beneath it.

The Endless Vomitlands, formerly known as The Endless Grasslands, had become The Endless Nosebleedlands. It was very hard to be creative, while I was drowning, okay?

The war on the surface still raged on, as lasers and puke projectiles tore through the madmen like a bored middle-aged Mom tore through Ca*dyCrush levels. No one was spared since Wishmoppu was taking no prisoners.

The situation did feel a bit unfair...

The killer of popcorn kind did not mind this issue one bit. It was busy with cackling like a B-grade villain, who was currently explaining their evil plan to the hero.

Well, judging by the current development of this entire situation it did not take a High IQ to figure out what would happen next.

Take a guess about what my eyes spotted in the far distance.... Correct, a swarm of crimson psychos swimming through the blood.

Quantity would win over the quality aaaaany day now. Just throw more lunatics at the problem what could go wrong? We were already in a sea of blood, how could it become worse?

To absolutely no one's surprise... much, much worse.