Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

*SLAP*

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A pair of eyes opened up, abruptly awoken by a stinging backhand across the cheek.

The eyes saw a young man standing above him, the sun blaring brightly in the sky behind.

"Get up, slug." Tyr exclaimed, having just slapped Jiro across the face.

"You didn't need to slap me." Jiro responded, annoyed and also exhausted at this point.

"Yeah? Well I wanted to. Get up... I don't spill sympathy for fucks like you." Tyr grabbed the short man by the hair and lifted him in the air.

"Ack!" Jiro exclaimed in pain.

'I swear...' He thought to himself, staring at Tyr with malice boiling inside, 'When I get free, I'll butcher this mother fucker myself. I don't care if I have to go against the guild... he will be mine. He will be mine to torture.'

Tyr tossed the short slug onto the shoulders of a few Zasean natives.

He and these three Zasean natives made their way through the crowd of hundreds of soliders.

Many were speaking to themselves about how today's event was going to go.

Others were fastening their weapons, and making sure their sheathes were tied correctly.

After traveling through the maze-like soldier layout, Tyr and the Jiro-carrying squad made it to the front of the Zasean army.

Noa, Reana, Helas, and a couple other Zasean native warriors were waiting for the young man to arrive.

Tyr hadn't been well accustomed to these warriors who stood beside Helas, but understood that they were the strongest ones behind Helas.

They had similar builds in comparison to Helas', except one wore several layers of thick deerskin. This one had a giant axe over his shoulder.

The other one had three thin strips of bear hide over his shoulders and wielded a long sword.

"Folks," Tyr said, capturing the attention of those waiting for him.

They all looked at him. They all had stern yet hopeful expressions.

"Lets go." Tyr marched forward without stopping.

Behind him were the three carrying Jiro--and around them were the 5 who were waiting for him.

And of course, behind all of them were the hundreds of soldiers.

Tyr turned, noticing that everyone was following behind him, 'This is kind of cool.' He first thought, finding it slightly amusing.

He never thought of something like this happening to him even in his wildest imaginations.

But, he also understood that he had a job to do. Despite the fun factor, the seriousness of the matter far outweighed that.

Tyr turned back around before breaking into a sprint.

Without hesitation, the Zasean natives followed after the young man, navigating their way through the jungle with near-flawless motion.

This place was their home... they understood how to flow through it like water moving through a dry canal.

After several minutes, Tyr held a radio to his mouth: "Division 3, spread out into your positions."

He said before chucking the radio into the bushes.

Over 150 soldiers suddenly turned and darted into random parts of the jungle--quickly disappearing.

Tyr grabbed another radio: "Division 2, deploy."

Another several dozen soldiers did the same as the first ones.

"Division 4. Your turn." Tyr said, chucking away his third radio.

By that point, Tyr had arrived at the vacant grass field with only about 100 soldiers standing behind him.

'Everyone is in their positions.' He said to himself, taking a deep breath as he stared at the warehouse a few hundred feet in front of him. He then took a large step forward...

***

A group of three men stood in the center of a giant pile of mutilated bodies.

One looked quite old, with long gray-patched hair and an eloquent yet arrogant expression on his face. He looked rather scrawny under his robe, but he was the tallest out of the three.

Another was wearing no robe. Instead, he was wearing a latex superhero-like suit. The suit was gray and black in color, with a giant B on the chest portion of the outfit.

Finally, the last one was in a wheelchair. He looked paralysed--half of his face drooping to the side. He was bald and had one long iron beam sticking out from the center of his head.

To their side were two figures, one tall, the other short, with both of their heads covered in old bags.

They sat beside each other, their hands and feet tied to their chairs.

Finally, Mrama was to the right of all of them. He also wore no brown robe. Behind him were dozens of robed Black Merchant Guild members.

"Tsk..." The old looking figure sucked his top teeth, clearly pissed. His eyes roamed over to Mrama:

"If this doesn't work out, you will be our next big breakthrough..." He said, rolling his eyes.

Mrama sighed, his eyes looking down in fear.

"I apologize... lord Camadral." He said, but thought completely differently in his head:

'Shut the fuck up... when my brother is freed, his black worm will take your mind before anyone else...'

"Don't get too upset about it, kid." The figure in the superhero costume said, "We all make mistakes. Especially when going up against strong opponents, as you described."

Mrama nodded, 'Don't think you are out of the pen... you will also be our slave.'

"Hey, master Mrama. Isn't it noon by now? They should already be here." One of the robed guys behind the big blue Black Merchant Guild member said.

Another replied: "Yeah... maybe they forgot..."

Mrama gritted his teeth, "Shut the fuck up!" He exclaimed with frustration.

'I can't stand this much longer. Just when will that fucker come here...' Mrama's eyes scanned the entire warehouse.

'Maybe he's already here, listening to every word I even think.' On saying this to himself, Mrama was caught off guard all of a sudden, 'Wait... why am I so damn scared of this guy!?'

"Hey, master Mrama. Didn't you say that the guys you captured were dead?" A random robed figure questioned out of the blue.

This made the three figures in the middle turn their heads slightly to face the blue guild member.

Even the one in the wheel chair turned his machine slightly.

Mrama turned, "What did you just say?" He uttered in a low tone, his eyes glaring with rage.

*BANG*

The warehouse doors suddenly flew open at that moment.

Standing at the entrance was a single figure seemingly carrying a duffle bag. Everyone inside quickly turned their heads to face Tyr.

With furrowed eyebrows, Tyr walked into the warehouse all by himself... and also Jiro, who was sealed up over his shoulder.

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