The final part of the second story is here, but the story's nowhere near finished yet!
Chapter 9: Technophobia
The massive stone monster lumbered towards them, its eyes glowing yellow. Despite its size and obvious strength, Wiln and FragBomb were reasonably confident that they could take it down. After all, they had faced far worse then a big statue. When it started spitting fireballs and launching its fists at them, Wiln and FragBomb's confidence dropped a few notches. They fired laser swords, actual swords, homing bubbles, scythes and bullets at the mechanical golem, but it seemed to have no effect on the tough armour.
Carrch shouted over the noise of battle, "You know, this would be a lot easier if we had some gear from the dungeon!"
"Would you shut up about the Dungeon already?" Wiln yelled back.
FragBomb grappled onto the head of the Golem and pulled out some dynamite. He threw all he had into the mouth of the boss, lighting the last stick. This was the technique that worked well against the Destroyer, and when he jumped back down to the ground, the brown head cracked under the explosions and simply fell off. "Well," remarked Dorvle, "that was actually a bit disappointing."
That was when the disembodied head levitated off the ground, the eyes activating again. The body started moving again, and the head started firing lasers at them.
Dorvle looked through his inventory, searching for anything that could defeat this thing while Wiln protected him from the attacking Golem. Dorvle found the strange green book that had dropped from the fish monster, and on a hunch, he took it out and started reading it. He had never used magic weapons before, so it came as a complete surprise when a surge of blue energy spread from his head to the end of his hand. Five massive wheels of water blasted from his hand and flew after the Golem. They buzzed around it, cutting through the stone like it was paper. In moments, the Golem was a pile of rubble.
Dorvle stared at the book, then his hand. "I think I might use more of this."
Carrch was still impatient to go to the Dungeon. "You know, there are LOTS of magic weapons at the Dungeon..."
Wiln sighed. "Fine. First thing tomorrow, we'll go to the Dungeon. But now, let's go home."
That night, as Wiln, FragBomb, Dorvle and Minear were sleeping, the door to the Dungeon creaked open and Carrch slipped inside. He made his way through the maze of brick to the very deepest point in the structure.
A large, dark figure shifted in the shadows. "Is the army ready yet?" Carrch asked.
"Yes," replied the figure. "Do your 'friends' know anything about it?"
Carrch's eyes narrowed and he smiled evilly.
"They have no idea what they're up against."
To Be Continued...