Diggy Diggy Hole Chapter 44 (Patreon)

Celebrations and glory at my glorious creation only lasted so long. Blood and iron were the only things on my mind as I hefted a heavily enchanted and rune-covered axe in one hand and a likewise enchanted crossbow in the other.

In order to invade Karak Eight Peaks safely my kin's typical warring doctrine was changed even if it rankled the old beards. As even the eldest and most stubborn knew that the holy land of my people was utterly infested with the great enemies.

So to save countless Dawi lives, first we needed to establish a battle front in the lower areas so we could cut the Skaven off from blowing up the mountain range and all the peaks from the depths.

Forty of the strongest of my kin in armor forged from the purest of silver, Gromril wore complete plate mail, enchanted with runes of power to protect them from poison and the foulest of arrows.

Those forty kin wielded not only lighter war axes blessed by runes, but also I had enchanted them. But they also carried a control rod to control ten Dwemmer Centurions as well as fifty Dwarven Spheres, and an even split of a hundred spiders, and balistae.

Hundreds of heavy metal machines, perfectly created for slaughter. Incapable of feeling pain or exhaustion would act as the first wave to slaughter the enemies. As it was going to take time to move my own Beacon Tank into and then out of an enlarged Nether Portal.

A loud hiss rang out as the steam engines that powered the Beacon Tank exhaled the built-up pressure, as Thorgim, sitting upon the Throne of Power, aimed his double-sided war axe that crackled with lightning with it's divine forged runes.

Thorgrim's powerful voice as our High King rolled over our ears as he roared out.

"Karaz Ankor! Khazuk ai-mênu! Khazad-Karaka throng azum! Urk-zharr, Raki-zharr! Barag! Barag! Vengeance az karak! Ankor drengbar—azul thrungi! Khazuk! Khazuk! Khazuk!"

Which translated in the mens tongue.

"The Dwarf Realm! The Dwarfs are upon you! Your High King calls upon the throngs of kin! Greenskins, and the rat-things, enemies on and all!War! War! Is upon you all Vengeance for the holds! The Realm shall be reclaimed! By axe, blood, and oath! For the Dwarfs! For the Dwarfs! For the Dwarfs!" 

And he cheered on our kin at the end with three cheers as we roared in turn, ready to die in glorious battle to take back a holy land of our people.

The sounds of heavy metal bootfalls rang out as we chanted a war hymm to the sound of our march as the dwemer Centurions pushed forward through the nether portals first.

Then being a King of his own hold I was obviously going to be at the forfront as well so as soon as those Centurions had two minutes to push in and get the hell out of the way.

I, along with a group of Slayers, including the Slayer King himself, charged in with the fire of blood in our hearts and the ale we had drank which filled our guts with energy.

"Khazad!" I roared furiously as I came out of the portal and into a massive atrium that was already filled with the sound of battle.

In the distance, dozens of Dwarven Centurions were tearing Skaven apart with their foul gore painting and steaming as it was cooked off the overly heated Centurion's metal frames.

"Rat Ogres! They are mine haha!" Ungrim roared as he hefted his massive battle axe and ran towards a broken pen of Rat Ogre's that were dog piling a Dwemer Centurion but even their twisted rage and hate didn't let them bend four-inch-thick armor that was skin scalding hot with their bare 'hands.'

I was about to charge in at the Rat Ogre's as well. But as I heard the loud crack of a Skaven Warplock Jezzrail. My heart stuttered at the memory of my own father dying to those rat's using the equilvalent of a sniper rifle.

My enhanced senses quickly found the sniper team of three hiding in a cave that had been cut into the high wall of the atrium and with a snarl I raised up my crossbow and shot at them.

A shriek of a firework enhance bolt rang out and several skaven and dawi paused at the sight for a brief moment of the screaming firework that shot through the air. And then the bolt hit inside of the tunnel and violently exploded like an actual missile which matched the amount of gunpowder within it.

Actually, technically the 'gunpowder' wasn't even gunpowder as I put ground-up warpstone, redstone, and my own blend of enhanced gunpowder into the bolt tip which was the exploding part of the bolt/rocket.

And what do you know... Warp stone, which was in essence solidified warp, chaos energy would violently blow up with spectacular results!

But I didn't just stand there watching the explosion. My form shot across the battlefield with a mana burst as I came up to a red armor-clad storm vermin and I roared with hate. "Die you rat!"

And even the well-trained Storm Vermin Skaven screamed as my body engulfed in the flames of Aquishy burned him in his armor even as he failed to block my war axer's bite.

My axe bit into his armor, my flames burned his flesh, his foul and disgusting oily hair catching fire even as I ripped my axe out of his armored chest and then with a snarl I kicked his leg out from under him to bring him down to my level so I could slam my axe through his skull.

A loud crack rang out as I wrenched my axe out of bone and metal alike, as its glowing metal hissed as white and red gore was quickly burned black from the heat on the enchanted blade.

I turned towards a group of clan rat's armored in but leather and wielding filthy spears covered in shit and chemicals. And I shot another explosive bolt at them even as I charged into them.

So that in the cover of the explosion's poisonous smoke, I fell upon the clan rats like a brutal spectre as I tore through their unarmored forms or they just collapsed screaming as their hair caught fire around the heat that surrounded me.

'Which clan is this... I WILL find the leader of these Skaven, and I will take their head to mount on a fucking wall for my Hold!' I thought as I gripped my axe tighter as I grinned widely.

As the Beacon Tank had entered the battlefield. And I had become more than twice as physically strong with its buffs.