The God of Jesters
Chapter 587 - 9.09.4 The titans.

Chapter 587: 9.09.4 The titans.

The name was Arbood. Born of the Lynx Clan of the Dwarven Nomads, they were considered the lower cast among the mountain-dwelling royalties, or so they were called among the clans that had no home to call their own.

Arbood never bought all the talks about unification and unity among the Dwarven brotherhood. He had seen the greed and arrogance of the people who carried strong bloodlines, which for a nobody like him was something to be envious of.

But who would have known, under ’his’ lead, that unity can actually be achieved? A unity that brought equality to the dwarves through equality and also turned the Lynx Clan who never had a home of their own, into one of the Nobles of Pulgasiri country. Though calling it nobles like those bastards in the Cynark didn’t suit Arbood and the rest of his kind that much, they preferred the term Ruling class a bit more.

For it was a term coined by their patron who they had once found on the brink of death during their camp shift.

"Si, we have evacuated the area."

"Good then, any further intrusions of any kind will be treated as enemy invasions. There is no need to worry over innocence, you have to send a signal to us before ending them." Arbood spoke from his Small humanoid tank, which if seen by Amir or Wilhelm Faust, their curiosity might be piqued.

Since the arrival of MAAS armor on the battlefield, many countries all around the world have already started to develop a version of such suits of their own. While for the dwarves, all they felt after learning about MAAS was a shame.

They never considered such a perspective usage of their mining suits. Though it’s not like they are at fault. The suits they built for mining were generally slower and heavier and used up coal or petrol to run. It was a truly inefficient piece of equipment that didn’t have much value in their eyes until the enemy nation showed them a much greater possibility.

Then it didn’t take long for Arbood and his clan to come up with a prototype, along with which they established a MAAS army of their own. With core difference between that the Armors built by the Dwarves were not extensions of their own strength like the regular MAAS armors, but they were more of piloted suits that only their small bodies can while hiding inside a small cockpit right in the chest of these weapons.

As for their names, the Dwarves have chosen to name them the Titan Units. On account of them being a bit too big to be considered as simple armors.

"As you command My lord." With those words, there were movements around Arboods armor as countless Titan units started to leave and create a tight circle around what one can think of as a simple abandoned mine.

But in Arboods small screen, the entrance to the mine was showing an entirely different appearance than the one you see with your naked eye. ’He is there.’

Arbood came here at the request of a very powerful Figure in Pulgasiri. A request that is hard for him to deny. But it didn’t mean he hated this request.

No, he never hated it one bit. All that remained in his head was interest in what kind of world was on the other side of that gate. "Sir, the area has been secured, so why are we not going in as of yet?" Came the voice on comms, a young voice that shouldn’t appear to be here in the first place. But Arbood didn’t mind this voice.

"Boy, not everyone has arrived by now, so wait for a bit." The dwarf on the other end was none other than Arboods own nephew. Bringing family to such a dangerous place can be considered suicidal, but Arbood treated this whole experience closer to training for his Nephew who will have to take over the clan once he is gone.

Not to mention, he had gained some specific promises from his employer, which makes it so that no matter what happens, his nephew will survive his ordeal one way or another.

As for him and the rest of the people here? Arbood already considered himself dead. He considered the worst because only that way he can always keep himself on edge and not make any mistakes.

"Another party? You didn’t say anything about it before."

"There were reasons I can’t say such words, for the one coming here is not on good terms with the current rulers of our precious country." At those words, Arbood went silent for a bit. There were not many organizations that were against the ruling class of Pulgasiri. No, it’s more like due to the drive for Unity, many of the Clans were forcefully unified under the banner of the One Country policy that was built upon the foundations of keeping the powerful enemy nations far from them.

No more would the dwarves be just lowly blacksmiths who can only exist in servitude.

Anyone against this unity would be considered a traitor and hence banished or even worse, annihilated on the pretext of protecting the legacy of their dwarven techniques from leaking to the outside world.

Of course, such details were only known to the higher-ups in the Pulgasiri country. As for the lower people, they were still ignorant of the truth behind how the Unity among the dwarves was achieved.

However, if that was the case, one must wonder what kind of family or organization among the Dwarves could still exist while being hated by the ruling class of the Dwarven society.

The answer was obvious, as there was only one family that had some strained relationship with the current prime minister. And it was none other than the family of Bear Bastards.

Though the truth was, that barely anyone sided with those monsters due to their volatile nature.

Although still being one of the Ancient Guardian Tribes of the Dwarves that had protected them for centuries. Such Pulgasiri and Bothal gaining power, the need for the Guardian Tribes slowly disappeared.

Three of them had adapted with times and instead of just being a pure warrior clan, they had long joined the workforce at various levels. Though the Bastard Bears can’t do such a thing.

They were cursed with a volatile bloodline that made them go berserk which made them a dangerous element.

Though the relations between the two sides did stabilize around a decade or so ago, but followed by a cruel torture of the one at the very center of this unification where some lives were lost.

All chances of peace were destroyed.

"But Uncle, bringing them here... are we sure?"

"Yes, I am... the place we are going brings forth corruption unless you have a strong soul like a spiritualist, it’s suicidal to go in there, or madness will be all you know." Spoke to Arbood, while explaining. "If not for the Titans, we won’t even be asked to enter that place."

"As for our guest... he doesn’t need those. All he needs to do is to make sure that in case our armor breaches, he can bring us out before any harm comes to us."

"Huh? Is he immune?" Asked his nephew, at which Arbood can only laugh. "No, he had long gone mad."

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"Hmm, they are in pursuit of me?" Farhad wondered, looking around the area and then at a distance where he had felt some familiar Vitality following him. "But as slow they are, they won’t be able to ever catch up to me."

This was an oddity, he knew that the ones that were tracking him were not after catching him, instead, their focus was more on where he was going and who he was going to meet.

And if Farhad didn’t get wrong, his pursuers at the moment exceed three parties at least. Two of which being the Military and the other being oddly enough, the Church of Red Sun. While there was an absence of the Radiant order who were considered the most rabid in his eyes. ’They didn’t lie.’ It would seem all the rumors about that weird monster had drained all the attention on Farhad, making it far easier for Farhad to move and do what was expected of him.

Though, if he had one complaint, it would be that his wings keep burning under the sun.

Farhad had long devoured countless genetic talents of multiple ghouls among which the flying one required him to have hollow bones and thin wings to prop up his body. Sadly if he chooses to have thin wings, he can’t use the mutation that made him slightly immune to the sun’s purification.

That in turn had caused him to burn up as he flew in the air. The only reason he can maintain flight is due to his healing factor which never stops working. Healing before his skin is even injured. However this did make it appear that Farhad had some flaming wings on his body and scared a bunch of mortals who were unlucky to see him.