The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

The ancient factory ruins of the Norman Confederation of the Ancient Civilization loomed ahead. Transport trucks slowly made their way from the edges of the scorching desert, passing through a massive, partially collapsed gate towering dozens of meters high. Two electromagnetic cannons sat atop the gate, scanning the incoming vehicles with laser sensors to detect any dangerous cargo. 

Most trucks, however, carried minerals harvested from the outer reaches of the desert or captured creatures from the wastelands. 

These creatures were sent to the factory's biological labs for chemical castration and the implantation of control chips. Injured parts would be replaced with machinery, and suitable organisms would undergo further enhancement by the factory's AI.

Two massive dragons perched atop the factory's high walls, their eyes lifeless as they gazed at the trucks passing below, loaded with creatures they once saw as prey or formidable adversaries—now mere battle instruments like themselves. 

These creatures, it seemed, were originally bioengineered by the ancient civilization to guard their own installations. 

Their genetic codes had been etched with loyalty to the civilization, making them easy targets for the very weapons they were designed to counter.

As another transport truck approached, the dragons paid it no heed, but the factory's systems were already alert.

"Warning, vehicle code 4563U214: the terminal has not received your return signal. Please withdraw to a safe distance of 10 kilometers and resend your return signal for verification," the AI warned.

"Warning, vehicle code—"

Before the warning was complete, the electromagnetic cannons atop the gate swiveled to lock onto the vehicle.

"Just one kilometer left… still too far," the crocodile man muttered.

The figure in the truck was none other than Garde. 

After their initial plan failed, Garde, Saria, and Kal'tsit ambushed another ancient civilization mining team, seizing a transport vehicle. 

After evading several patrols, they finally reached the factory gate.

With the cannons trained on them, Garde knew they were out of time. Without hesitation, he floored the gas pedal.

Vroom!

The truck's engine roared just as the factory's cannons fired, and the two lethargic dragons suddenly snapped to life as if injected with adrenaline, letting out deafening roars.

"Gaaaaaaah—!"

The dragons flapped their wings and dove toward the accelerating truck. 

The distance closed rapidly: 1,000 meters, 900 meters, 800 meters… Finally, an electromagnetic shot struck the truck's rear, sending it flying into the air.

The dragons hesitated, watching the vehicle explode in flames. But in that split second, a massive axe shot out from the fiery wreckage, slicing through the air toward the nearest electromagnetic cannon.

Whoosh!

Propelled by Garde's enormous strength, the two-meter-long axe flew faster than the speed of sound, covering the six or seven hundred meters in an instant.

Boom!

The cannon, made of a special alloy, crumpled under the force of the axe, leaving a gaping hole. The axe continued its deadly arc, hurtling toward the second cannon.

As the dragons' attention shifted to the flying axe, Garde moved. From the wreckage of the truck, now a pile of smoldering metal, he sprang into action.

"Grrrrr—!"

With a low growl, Garde hefted the ruined, 10-ton truck with one hand and hurled it at the descending dragon.

Boom!

The flaming truck soared like a fiery serpent and crashed into the dragon, sending it plummeting to the ground with a mournful wail.

At the same time, Garde charged forward from the truck's wreckage toward the falling dragon.

"Gaaaaah—!!"

The second dragon, enraged by its companion's downfall, let out a furious roar and dived toward Garde from the sky.

"Return to me!"

Having just destroyed the second electromagnetic cannon, Garde's mighty axe responded to his call. It flew back to him in a streak of light, tearing through the diving dragon's wing, rendering it unable to fly.

The two dragons' ability to fly had been a significant advantage over Garde, who was confined to the ground. That's why his first priority was to cripple their wings, even if he couldn't kill them right away.

Ignoring the dragon with the torn wing, Garde charged toward the first, now struggling to rise after being hit by the truck. It let out a warning screech as Garde approached, spreading its 30-meter-wide wings in a desperate attempt to crush him.

Wham!

The deafening crash echoed across the factory entrance as the dragon's wings whipped up a sandstorm with their force. In his earlier state, Garde might have been stopped, but not now. Having mastered the powers of ascension, the dragon's attack barely fazed him.

Bang!

With a powerful strike, Garde pushed the dragon's wings aside, slamming his weapon into its vulnerable wing joints.

"Gaaaaah—!"

The dragon cried out again, but Garde ignored it, charging toward the factory gate. 

He wasn't the same reckless fighter he had been before. Facing two dragons might have been a long and difficult battle, even for him, and fighting them outside the factory wouldn't affect the factory itself. His ultimate goal was to breach the facility.

He wasn't an Ork who only had fighting in their mind!

Boom!

With that final push, Garde crashed through the factory gate.

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