Evolving Infinitely From An E-Class Hero-Chapter 46: Sherman

There were twice as many High Orcs here as those that escorted us to the ship.

At least a hundred. No, maybe a bit more than that.

Seeing this many of these creatures in one location made me realize just how much of a threat these creatures could be if they were let loose into the rest of Sector Z.

It was a large enough number to destroy a city, even before the top heroes could even have a chance to do anything.

Makes me wonder how they managed to contain them in the first place.

The room wasn’t a natural cavern, it was the command deck of their war cruiser.

It stretched wide like a hanger bay, with metallic-like walls that had pulsating circuitry and strange alien glyphs.

Dim bluish lights lined the ceiling, casting a scary glow across the chamber and onto the skin of the High Orcs causing them to appear purple-ish rather than their normal red color.

The air was fused with tension as the faint screech of alien comms bounced through unseen speakers.

The floor under our legs was smooth, almost too smooth. It had glowing conduits that pulsed with a rhythm.

At the end of the room, high above the rest, stood a towering platform. An elevated throne that fused into the ships mainframe. Atop it sat the Sherman of the High Orcs.

He was massive, even by their standards. Almost three meters tall, he had thick, copper-hued skin laced with cybernetic implants that ran down his massive arms and spine like invasive vines.

He was bio-enhanced. A glowing neural cord pulsed in the center of his chest plate, dimly lighting the space around him in an eerie blue.

And the throne which he sat in wasn’t made of bones, it was carved out of the ship itself such that he who sat on it could direct the ship however he please from control that whirred on the arm rest of his throne.

Grown out of the command hub, integrated with the ship’s systems. He wasn’t just sitting on the throne, he was captaining the ship.

He gaze down at us with contempt, we had stepped into his nest, and according to what the High Orcs said previously he wasn’t planning on letting is leave alive.

"At last we get to eliminate the boss..."

I heard Trooper say under his breath.

He swallowed a dry saliva as he did his best to keep his determination burning in his heart even though the sight of Sherman was overwhelming.

Just then, something happened that completely shocked beyond the way I would ever imagine.

"Who is your leader!!"

An incredibly husky, baritone, booming voice came from the throne.

Did this High Orc just talk? In English?

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head slightly to make sure I heard correctly.

Yes, the Forever Cores system didn’t come up with any translations. It was English.

A High Orc speaking English is something I would never have predicted even in the next ten decades.

But if you think about it, for a sentient being like these aliens, and also considering the vast amount of time they have spent on this planet, it kind of understandable to see how a High Orc would speak English.

"Oi oi oi. Did this beast just speak in a language I understand?" Tank blurted out in surprise.

"I am Sherman, Grand Commander of the armed forces of the High Orcs. I summoned you here today".

The leader of the High Orcs beckoned again. The strike team and the escorting High Orcs walked over towards the half way mark of the space.

So, we were just about a few dozen meters from the throne. Makes me wonder, how does Trooper intend on carrying out his grand ambush plan.

Especially considering how the Sherman could basically control the whole ship from his position and the vast space between us and his throne.

I saw his expression harden like a rock, this guy was really considering this... Does he have a death wish or something?

This wasn’t what Trooper had in mind for sure, there was no way the strike team would get past the sea of High Orcs soldiers and kill the Sherman in one successful swoop.

Unlike Trooper, the rest of the strike team were rooted to one spot in fear. Although the surrounding air was brisk and chill, sweat began to break out on their foreheads like little beads of terror.

"Are you scared of me humans?" The Sherman bellowed again.

Just then.

"Tch!!"

Trooper but down hard on his lower lip and took one very difficult step, conquering the fear and doubt holding him back.

"I... I am the leader of this strike team..."

He said, raising his head with pride.

"Excellent... Now, come fought human..."

The High Orc leader grinned again.

"Why did you invite us here? Your lackys would’ve been enough to kill us back there!"

Trooper kept walking towards the throne with steady and controlled steps, each one of his steps was a grave battle won against the fear.

"You humans are... Pesky, I believe that is the right term for it. Apologies I am still not very familiar with your punny language"

"We have come to take over this planet of yours for ourselves, but the lather won’t give in..."

"You were brought here so you will know the true High Orcs power and the rest of your kind beyond the walls will tremble under my command!"

For an extraterrestrial being, he was very fluent in the language, I was impressed.

"For crying out loud... "

A little smirk played on Troopers lips as he unsheathed his sword and began increasing his walking pace.

Step by step, it changed into a full time dash across the massive space

"You villains are such a pain in the ass!"

Shrruuuu!

He whipped his blade to the side and kept dashing towards the Sherman in attack.

"Argghhh-hhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Die!!!"

His sprint was impressive, from a steady walking pace to a full time dash across the huge boss room, he closed the space in just about a dozen seconds. His speed, a tee-bit close to something I would produce in that kind of situation.

"Supreme Skill: Justice Cleave!!!!"

He twisted his wrist slightly and took a leaped off a step on the stairwell that led to the throne.

His frame lifted into the air with his sword swung above his head, ready to bring down horror upon the Sherman of the High Orcs.

Just then.

"Weak..."

"Yoki!"

The Sherman said.

Before Trooper could make it to the throne, or swing his sword, he collided with something right in mid.

"Gahhhhh!"

He yelled as his face had a violent meeting with whatever was in his way, preventing him from making contact with the High Orcs leader.

The sword with he had charged up had a strange glow to it, maybe it was a skill of his. But, as soon as he hit the invisible shield, a whip of slashing surge blasted in the wrong direction — towards his left and it completely obliterated the few dozen High Orcs standing there.

Trooper had this devastating skill and he was saving it for the last this whole time?

He remained suspended in the air for a couple seconds and then Sherman spoke again.

"Left!"

Whoosh-

Trooper whipped across the air like a beading rocket, towards the left till he smashed directly and extremely violently into the walls of the space.

"Gahhhhh!"

I’m sure I could here s few of his bones crack as he made contact with the wall.

Bam!!!

"Right!!"

Fuuuu!

He swung to right, zooming across the air till he hit the the wall on the other end of the room.

Bam!!

Trooper body swung again and I could see a splash of blood pour out from his mouth as he moved towards the Sherman slowly.

I could see it. It wasn’t visible to the naked eye, but the territory within the stair case and the throne had a certain aura around it, like a dome of energy and inside this territory, Sherman had the ability to control whatever found its way there.

And Trooper fell victim to it.

Trooper’s voice was just over a gag, his condition even made the situation more perilous for the rest of the strike team members.

Like, if their captain could pull his attack off they sure as well weren’t going to make it out alive.

Then, Sherman said something that twiched my senses like a wild rat.

"Squeeze..."

He commanded.

Trooper yelped uncontrollably in pain as his body began to enclose into itself. His gear release and buckled as it couldn’t keep up with the pressure, he let go of his sword and with a heavy and resounding clang, it made its way down the stairs.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Each sound the sword made as it hit the ground caused the rest of the strike team members to jolt in fear.

Trooper coughed up a considerable amount of blood and it dribbled to his neck and into his suit.

"Alright... Thats just about enough..." I mused.

"Initiate..."