Arc 2 Chapter 152 A Hungry Weapon

Lars ran with all his might, but he didn't even manage to reach mach four. The realm was limiting the usage of intense speed to slow down the progression of the enemy. A double edged sword, or that's at least what Lars thought.

Lars and Fraquliana dodged the watchful eyes of the techa celestials. But they couldn't do so for long, as Fraquliana was just to big. She might be small in the grand scheme of things, but here amongst the small celestials, she was huge. Blending in with a literal mountain proved to be hard and they were quickly discovered by the enemy forces.

Lars jumped behind a canon, successfully evading the fire from a riffle. Sadly Fraquliana wasn't as lucky. She quickly succumbed to the pain from getting shot. Her legs grew to weak to support her and her body's mater began falling apart at a rapid pace. Lars could see the pain in her eyes as she turned into a blue liquid. She was alive during the whole process, but she was incapable of screaming. Only able to feel the pain of her solid body parts liquifying.

Lars bit his lips and peeked at the celestial that shot her. His rifle was ready to claim the life if the guilty. But just as he was about to shoot, his instincts made him jump to the side. Just as he did, a bullet exploded on the place he was just standing. The collision between the bullet and the grey cannon, with six legs. Made the surrounding celestials aware of a survivor.

Lars managed to turn around and fire at the closest celestial, before he was bombarded with different kinds if attacks. He tried to use his celestial powers but something was blocking him. When he realized this, he finally understood why someone like lars lost to those bastards. They were limiting Ragthor and their own powers. It made sense! They had technology to rely on, while Ragthor only had their brute force.

With his new information he tried to play his cards correctly. If his sight was limited, just like theirs. As it was proven before, he could use this against them. What if he managed to highjack a ship and bombarded them with their own artillery. It was his specialty, even with his powers sealed he should be able to do that much.

Lars stared shooting everything that moved, be it celestial or random cannon. He stared stealing from the ones he killed. He had managed to get eight objects that resembled bombs. He just hoped he was right. Otherwise it would be an awkward heist!

As Lars was running he noticed a bunch of celestials gathered at the same place. They seemed on guard. Like they had been recently attacked. Which didn't seem so unlikely, as the order to attack was given some minutes ago. But he found something to be strange. The celestials seemed to be guarding the on in the middle of their ranks and his hands was something weird. Almost like a staff.

So Lars just gambled and threw one of his eight bombs into the mix of celestials and "boom!"

The explosion destroyed about a kilometer of landscape. It managed to kill every single on of the guards. But the man with the staff was alive. Barley, but still alive. He laid on the ground, his eyes fierce. As to say he would never submit. The staff was still tightly gripped by one of his five remaining arms. Seems like three were destroyed by the blast. Yet the staff wasn't even scratched from all of this. It was shining gray, just like it was before the explosion.

"Who are you? How dare you attack us. Do you have any idea who my father is. When he hears about this. Your life is over, over you hear me!" The celestial screamed. Lars wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. The celestial on the ground wasn't screaming out of anger or fear. No, it was just stating a fact. It wasn't acting like a spoiled young master. More like a fallen lord, who in it's last breath kept it's honor.

"I do not know, I am sorry. Your soul will be left intact young celestial. But I'll be borrowing your staff if you don't mind!" Lars said, while smiling greedily at the shining staff in the young celestial bloodied hands.

It seemed like the celestial wanted to protest but it was out of strength and the nature of the bomb took it's course. The celestial's body turned to goo.

Lars grabbed the staff, while attempting to pat of some of the red goo. Only to get it on his hands.

He almost got irritated by it, but the amazing feeling from holding the staff distracted him. He felt amazing invisible. He was the inevitable overlord. The staff filled him with pride, to much of it and luckily he realized it. The staff almost took control, Lars thought to himself, while gasping for air in the vacuum of the realm.

With new found resolve he gained from conquering the desire the staff made him feel he left for the first ship. While walking he started playing with the staff. He noticed that he could create a barrier and throw it and extend it. Almost like a invincible object that was also invisible. His first attempt at using the staffs barrier managed to destroy a cannon near him and alert the surrounding celestials.

The way the staff worked was simple. Think of creating a barrier, while moving the stick around, almost painting it. After that, you can recreate it, or send it at someone. Oh and one more thing. Every time he killed someone he absorbed their souls. That was all he knew so far. He was growing more and more accustom to the weapon.

Lars arrived at a ship. But he noticed a crucial detail. He was being attacked more and more often by the enemy. Almost like they were tracing him. So he came to a conclusion. The staff in his hand was probably their focus. To bad for them that he was never going to give up on the staff.

Lars causally walked into the ship and made some small barriers around him and a full body barrier. The moment he saw an enemy he made the small barriers attack them and pierce their hearts like bullets. The crazy part was that the barriers destroyed their souls. It scared him a bit. But he no longer feared it. He could feel himself growing stronger with each death of the enemy. So he was getting more and more comfortable with killing them and was as a matter of fact starting to enjoy killing them.

Lars forced his way through the ship all the way to the captains seats. There the surviving crew was, covering in fear while looking at his staff.

"Why do you have the impenetrable staff of gluttony?" The captain of the ship exclaimed in fear. Making Lars smile. Now he knew it's name. But he felt hunger upon the mention of it's name. Like it was reacting to it's name. Waking up from it's long slumber. Before he knew it, Lars used the staff to pierce the heart of the captain and created a barrage if barriers and launching them at the crew members.

By the time he regained control of himself all of then was already dead and he felt an overwhelming urge to place his staff on the ship.

Through his instincts, not the staffs, his own. He walked towards the captains seat and sat down. Then he smashed the gluttony staff against the floor and a weird silver like liquid formed around his arms. The staff recreated itself in a weird way. It became a steering stick in the shape of a T. He felt himself become part of the ship. With it came a new sensation. He felt the power of gluttony form around the ship making it invincible against any kind of attacks.

The ship took of upon his commands and a massacre resulted. The barriers shot out and killed everything around him. No attack from the enemy ships and cannons could scratch Lars ship. He killed more and more. The more he killed the more he wanted to kill. Upon every death he was rewarded, kinda like a dog. But he managed to understand this in the midst of his rampage.

When he finally came to his senses all that was left of the realm he was in was ashes. Ragthor and Techa had both fallen victim to his slaughter. Their souls forever powering him. He felt ashamed yet full of vigor. He no longer felt like a normal celestial. He felt above the peak celestials. Which he was. He killed trillions if peak celestials not to mention the other cannon fodders. He had reached the next point of existence.

This shouldn't even be possible, he was a crime. Someone that should die. He somehow broke the rules of the dimensional order.

He could feel something attacking him through the realm. Not even the staff's barrier could defend him. He was slowly losing his energy and dying. His soul and physical body was deteriorating quickly under the barrage of whatever was attacking him.

Lars managed to take of his ring and throw it to the side if the ship. Than he placed the staff next to it. Afterwards he sat Down in the captain's seat and looked out of the ship. Observing the destroyed realm. All those lives lost due to him all those souls destroyed due to him. The guilt was eating him, taring him apart.

In his last moments he wrote a letter and folded it into a paper plane and threw it at his friend. Than he took a deep breath, with a silent tear falling down one of his eyes. His hair turned gray and his skin dry and finally he died. Leaving a devastated realm, with only one survivor, Jerald.

~Pov commander~ (Third person)

"One of the realms has been completely destroyed. The men who entered there died. Some kind of poisonous energy is there killing anyone venturing inside of it!"

"You know what, let's just act like it isn't there! Not our problem. How's the plans coming along?"

"We managed to break through the second and third defense and recover the ones who ' willingly ' sacrificed their lives!"

"Good how the progress on the fourth going?"

"Not good sir! When we get there we lose all our powers and feel incredibly weak. I don't have any solutions for the problem yet! We can't brute force this part. We need a actual strategy capable of breaking through!"

"Good job commander, I'll think of something! You're dismissed."

"Thank you general!"

~Pov Ragnar~ (Third person)

"Wow, what the fuck happened there?"

"Damn you, damn you Ragnar I will kill you. I will tare you to pieces and feed you to gluttony. How dare you kill my son, he was all I had!" The celestial screamed at Ragnar. It rage was overflowing. Anyone with any kind of instinct could tell the threat he was putting out right now. It almost made Ragnar respect the mans strength.

"Hey I didn't kill your son. Nor did my soldier, 'intentionally'."

"You fed his soul to the weapon of gluttony. He is gone forever!" The celestial cried out

"Speaking of that. What the hell is it. Why does someone like you have such a weapon?"

"It was a gift from gluttony, a seventh dimensional being. A servant directly under Lucifer, the favorite son of Trickster. He gave it to my son, saying he had the potential to be great! But now he doesn't even have the potential to exist! All because of you. Why are you doing this? You evil monster and here I though trickster was the incarnation of evil. Seems like I was wrong!" He cried out in anger.

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