The Rise Of A Porter

Moments later the island became littered with blood and corpses. It was truly a gory sight. The world had not seen this kind of war in ages. The greenery of the island had turned to a shade of brown, while the sand below their feet was no longer white but crimson. The Island had now become a site of chaos. It had turned into a stage of a devastating war between the creators and the created.

The air had a heavy stench of blood and gore in it. The warriors were trying their best to effectively wipe out the ancient human army. It was safe to say that, Hercules' army had succumbed to bloodlust and are recklessly charging towards the warriors with only the aim to kill everyone. They had no concern for the carnage around them. As a result, even though the warriors outnumbered the ancient human, they were still losing more people. Most of the blood on the beach was of their comrades and not the enemies.

Due to the exponential number of participants in the war, one battle had divided into several skirmishes. And the warriors were getting absolutely wrecked in most of these skirmishes. (Author's note: From now, Hercules' army would be mentioned as 'Soldiers' while Arnold's would be referred to as 'Warriors' to avoid confusion.)

Seeing no other way, Arnold's summons were forced to lead the battle themselves. At first, they planned to limit the killing, as Arnold had not explicitly permitted them to kill. Thus, the best they could do was to push their enemies on the verge of death and allowed the warriors to deal the finishing blow. That way they could put a halt to the soldiers merciless attacks while not killing them directly.

However, the plan did not seem to work well. The warriors weren't used to fighting without breaks, as even in the dungeon they would take regular breaks to replenish their lost stamina. But on this battlefield, there was no such thing as a break. Death was the only break they could get.

Seeing no other way to save the humans, Arnold's summons unanimously decided to break their vows and go all out against the godly army. Arnold had not given then any commands except, one. To do whatever they thought was necessary. And right now, it was necessary to take matters into their own hands.

Grock and Tiamut steadied themselves as they were the strongest on the battlefield. Tiamut saw Scylla fending off about five hundred soldiers by herself and rushed to aid her granddaughter. However, she didn't need to do anything at all. The soldiers might have gained resistance to hellfire, but hellfire wasn't the only ability Scylla had. Hellfire was just her go-to ability, nothing more.

The soldiers were desperately trying to pierce through her tough scales but had been extremely unlucky. Her scales were sturdier than their adamantine weapons. Their weapons snapped the moment they touched Scylla's body. So far the tanks had been able to defend against Scylla's attacks, but not anymore as the atmosphere around Scylla suddenly got a lot colder.

"You humans! Fall back now!" Tiamut yelled at the warrior when she realised what was Scylla doing, "RUN!"

The warriors knew better than to argue with Arnold's summons and did as they were told. A few of Hercules' soldiers got a wind of the situation and tried to run away as well, but they were stopped by Tiamut. Seeing Tiamut in front of them, the soldiers hesitated a bit, and that moment of hesitation was what cost them their lives. A moment later they were entrapped in an icy coffin.

"That's my granddaughter..." Tiamut smiled when she saw the amount of control Scylla had on a legendary skill known as the [Arctic Breath], before yelling at the warriors, "What are you imbeciles waiting for? The ice won't stop them forever. Get to work and destroy them while you can!"

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" The warriors yelled and started destroying the popsicles.

Meanwhile, on Natasha's side, things were a bit less chaotic than the others. As soon as she arrived to help the warriors who had been on the verge of defeat, things took a turn for the better. The warriors were having mixed emotions about the unexpected change of events, even though it was good for them. In their eyes, Natasha took the phrase: Everything is fair in love and war; to a whole another level.

The soldiers who were busy slaughtering the warriors a moment ago were now doing the same to each other... that is if they were not busy kissing each other. It was a peculiar sight, to say the least. One that made their skin crawl.

"What are you people standing here for? Do you like the show, or do you have nothing better to do?" The succubus mumbled while giving the humans a good show of her goodies, "Go and aid the others or I'll literally make you kiss their a*ses!"

Duke and Cerberus were having a great time as well. With the golems and hounds together, the soldiers weren't able to do much. The hounds were the most troublesome among the two, as no matter what they did, they always managed to put them in trouble. The Golems were busy tanking for the hounds while the hounds were fast and hence difficult to destroy. But even if they managed to destroy a hound, 5 more popped up in their places adding more for the older to worry about.

Bad-Breath and Alice were busy rescuing the injured warriors while Dread drew the attention of the enemies on him. And lastly, Grock had become crazed. Just like Asterios, he too craved war more than anything else, and now that he was a part of a full-fledge war, he couldn't hold himself back and began slaughtering anything that showed up in front of him.

While this was happening throughout the island, the real battle was taking place on top of the mountain Hercules had been standing on before.

"Hm... looks like your godly army was just a nuisance, and nothing more," Arnold mumbled before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You took my punch head-on. I'm impressed" Hercules grinned, "Then maybe, you're not fighting seriously because you're not allowed to kill anyone?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Because I'm the one who made that happen!" Hercules swung his gigantic club, with the attention of caving Arnold's head in. Instead, Arnold grabbed onto the club and it disappeared into thin air.

"Is that so?"

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