Arc 2 Chapter 151 The Perspective Of A Warrior

~Pov ?~ (Third person)

"Man dying feels so awkward!"

"Same here man, I don't feel like dying ever again."

"Quiet down you two. The generals are about to speak!" The duo was told by another warrior. Just like them, it had fallen victim to the claws of death in the latest battle. As a matter of fact, all the victim of the latest battles had gathered here. After they came back from death. Many were traumatized by the experience, other's were longing for it again.

They were in no way all gathered at the same place, as their numbers are to high for that. But it doesn't change the fact that all were gathered at the same time and now await orders from their general.

After the duo was told to be silence they fiddled nervously with their fingers. They weren't young, as a matter of fact they were one of the oldest. They had ascended all the way back to the first realms of Ragthor. When everything was simple, well in their eyes anyways.

One of the two nudged at his friend's shoulder. Trying to initiate the spark of a new conversation. Which his friend obviously nipped at. "What do you think we're going to do here?" The man nudging his friend's shoulder asked. To which his friend replied. "Isn't it obvious? They're going to sprout some bullshit and come to the conclusion that we have died once and know how it feels. So we should be at the front, as we no longer fear death. Let's be honest. Ragnar is the only man in this damn pantheon that knows what he's doing!" The one being nudged at answered. His black hair attempted to stand up at the mention of dying once more. Yet his smooth, baby like face. With no facial hair in sight didn't change at all. He looked human through and through and was one of the first humans to become gods in the pantheon. To which he was proud of. He usually rubbed it in his friend's face. Whenever they were boasting to one another.

"Silence!" A big thing yelled as it entered the room. It was in no way titan or giant big. But it was huge in celestial standards. Which in itself was pretty damn impressive. Most celestials are about a kilometer big. While others meters high. But in this case the celestial question was the size of a mile. When it yelled a strange ere silence filled the halls of the realm. Every single celestial who had died under the war went silent. Like it was the only truth to the world. Listening to the being in front of them was the only truth!

The black haired man managed to rebel against the intrusive thoughts that corrupted him and lightly punched his friend's shoulder. "A celestial of order! Are they planing on using us as slaves without giving us the opportunity to deny it?"

"I think so too, that's why I want Ragnar to lead us. He isn't some evil bastard that uses us like cannon food! Unlike these kind people that are currently getting ready to sacrifice a third of our forces again, for the so called greater good." The black haired human's friend complained. He had flaming red and orange hair. It looked like it had a will of it's own and he could confirm that himself. After all he was a celestial of burning hair of life. At first when he heard that he wanted to smash his head against the closest and strongest titan and end it all. But after some friendly convincing and coming to terms with his new reality, he had come to love the egotistic hair. With a will of it's own.

"Now that all of you have calmed down. One of Ragnar's supreme members of his city. Who is our general is about to talk. So no interrupting her, or I will personally see to end your life!" The celestial said, casting glances at the duo who talked behind it's back and broke through it's spell.

"Thank you Snarkli!" A gorges women with a size that lost to the celestials next to her. She was barley able to reach the peak of his toes. As if taking the hint Snarkli ran of the stage leaving the women to talk to the masses.

"Hello everyone. You might feel a hidden hatred towards me and I understand why. My kind, as you call us. Just come here and think we owe the place. But we don't owe the place. The truth is you all own the pantheon, it is your home. It is your family to protect. So are you with me when I say...." She went on and on, proving the duo's thoughts more and more. She asked them to sacrifice themselves ones more to the frontline. Sadly most celestials accepted it without a second thought. They were still under the celestial from before's spell.

"Damn, this is really happening huh!" The flaming hair man said. He almost sounded angered. Even so he was calm, calmer than usual. Almost like he found tranquility and is now searching for a way to ascend.

"It seems so, so get ready to die again. As there is no way in hell we live through what they're sending all of us on." The black haired celestial said. He knew it was over the second he heard their mission. They were to go behind the enemy's backline and launch an assault. While the main army was attacking at the front. The chance of survival is so slim it would terrify every single celestial participating in the mission. If they weren't under the control of the celestial from before.

"We'll be leaving for the enemy backlines in three minutes." He redhead said, letting out a long sight.

"Yeah, great we don't have any loved ones to say goodbye to!" The black haired man said, looking out of the windows of their room. Their room was a circular like pentagon formation with benches at every corner, with a windows above the benches. In the middle of the room was a white cloth'd bed.

Three minutes passed in the blink of a mortal eye and they left for the gathering place. Almost everyone had gathered here, showing how efficient that celestial was at controlling their minds.

Shortly after their arrival the celestial that made them all slaves came forward and told them that they were being distributed into different teams. To increase efficiency. After that everyone automatically appeared next to their teammates.

As the duo appeared they wanted to facepalm. A young teenage dragon that somehow became a celestial. He was about the size of a small mountain. On his back was the second teammate. She has long arms and a mouth on her stomach. It almost made them choke on their saliva. 'A fucking Lakstar'. They said through telepathy to one another.

"Hello everyone. My name is Lars and I'm a first generation god and celestial. I once worshiped Ragnar, I still do but it's not the same anymore!" The black haired man said, while smiling at the Lakstar on the dragons back.

"I am Jerald. I worshiped Paarthadox in my younger days. Sadly he died shortly after I became a god. Well we weren't informed of his death for hundreds of thousands of years. But I ascended around the time he no longer actively made new followers." The redhead said, introducing himself to the Lakstar. As the two did this, the dragon felt slightly outraged. They were ignoring him, which he found unacceptable.

"My name is Krapaarth. I was maned this in honor of Paarthadox!" The dragons said while sticking out his chest almost as to say, praise me! But he was greeted with an awkward cough instead. As both humans looked at the Lakstar with interest. They hadn't seen them for a while. As they were the creatures of Ragnar that lost the favor while he was gone in a way. They were in no way close to extinction. Most just chose to be titans and not celestials.

"Hi, my name is Fraquliana! I'm one of the many daughters of the first Lakstar blessed by Ragnar. The rest isn't of importance. What's important is that we're here. Ready to fight in this war. Isn't that great, don't you feel exited?"

"Excuse me mam, were you perhaps brainwashed by the celestial of order. Because I refuse to believe that!"

"Of course I wasn't, I'm just exited to participate in this war. Father always says war is amazing and I should try it if I get the chance." She said, with stars in her eyes, most likely thinking of her father.

"What a role model!" Jerald quietly whispered to Lars. Making Lars nod in agreement.

Before they could continue their small talk a new command was sent out. They were to move in a group to the enemy backlines.

So they went on a journey of a lifetime. Passing the fights alone in groups of four. This way they wouldn't be noticed by the enemy. But they would be split some may argue and that was the reason why survival rate was so low. They are most likely going to die because of that very fact. But the fighting spirit of squad Hudrlak as they came to call it was high spirited. Perhaps because of the happy Lakstar using illusions to hide them from the evil enemy. It was terrifying walking past the celestials who carried guns that could kill them in one shot.

One time Lars left the group and destroyed a cannon without anyone noticing. He came back sweating bullets. He had seen the battery of the cannon. It was made out of peak celestial hearts. The second that thing fired, it would do huge damage. He now realized the problems the Ragthor troops at the frontline were going to face and he was almost thankful he was sent here. It was safer somehow.

In the midst of their peaceful walk they got the order to attack and without a hint of hesitation Fraquliana attacked the closest celestial. It died without putting up a fight, but it alerted all nearby celestials. So Lars rushed towards the dead celestial and picked up his gun. Then he aimed it at the closest celestial and fired. Then he fired and fired and fired. More and more died to the riffle he had stolen. A tank arrived, after hearing the noise. So Lars jumped up on it and opened the grey metallic lid on the top. Then he shot every single celestial inside. After that he jumped into the tank and aimed it's eight cannons, four on each side of the rectangular shaped tank. At one of the many cannons shooting at the titan lord ships in the sky.

Each shit badly damaged the cannon but he didn't stop he continued for some seconds until the shots finally penetrated the cannons armor and hit the battery. What happened after killed hundreds of celestial. As the cannon exploded the tank was sent flying with Lars in it. But he was a celestial a bit of falling wouldn't really hurt him. But the tank was destroyed beyond use. So he crawled out of it quickly and ran back to his friends with his gun in hand. They had been surrounded by several Techa celestials and Jerald was on the ground lifeless. While the dragon was missing part of it's head. The only uninjured was Fraquliana. Who was raising her hands high into the air, with a cruel smile on her face. The second she saw Lars she said.

"Peekaboo!" Before he shot every single celestial around.

Lars ignored her and took out a ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. Then he used it on Jeralds soul to capture him, or retrieve his soul safely.

"Hey, can you use it on the dragon too?"

"No, I don't have place for two souls. Let's move, his soul will be recovered after battle!"

(Author here: what you think of the chapter? Do tell, I'm trying to improve upon my writing of war, as the next volume will be the definition of war. As Ragnar will be going up against norse mythology. Anyways please gib stones and write a review and most importantly. Have a good day! Author out :) )