Birth of a Tyrant CHapter 8

Chapter 8: Outback and Antarctic

With all of the northern hemisphere taken over, Tyrannos and his forces traveled to Australia. The continent was significantly smaller, and they saw humans right when they arrived. Tyrannos jumped out of his troop transport, sarcastically saying, "Another happy landing."

He then proceeded to slaughter all of them. His forces quickly took control of the landmass without much resistance. The future Lord of All Beneath then set his sights on the final continent--Antarctica.

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After a month of preparations, Tyrannos gathered his men and they traveled to Antarctica. They saw nothing but massive ice sheets for miles. They finally found a suitable spot to land, touching down on the frozen land. Tyrannos and his men exited the transport, immediately feeling the harsh winds and glacial temperatures. However, the Tyrant Knight was unphased as he looked around. "Set up camp here."

His men bowed before getting to work on the tents. Tyrannos himself looked for humans, riding Simba. The two traveled for hours, finding nothing except for penguins and seals. At last, they came across the Antarctic outpost--home to the last humans. It was beyond any other base they had taken before, armed to the brim with defenses and weaponry. Tyrannos took note of this as he muttered, "Damn it."

He returned to his camp. "We're gonna need more backup. We need ten more legions."

"Yes, Sir." His men bowed before entering the ship, contacting the Tyrannians of the other continents. They began traveling to Antarctica upon being notified of Tyrannos' request.

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Two weeks had passed. Tyrannos and the other Antarctic forces were all tired and hungry, running low on supply before more help arrived. There were jeeps, tanks, and jets, all ready for battle. Tyrannos himself was pleased with the reinforcements. "Excellent. We destroy the last of the human s***bags tomorrow!"

His men all raised one fist as they gathered their equipment for the invasion. Tyrannos headed to his quarters and slept, already feeling guilt for the horrible acts he would commit.

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The next day, Derek was watching the area. He looked through his binoculars, looking for Tyrannians. The human leader zoomed in, spotting a single, armored figure riding a Lion. He recognized him as the man who had killed his father. Soon, an entire armada of jets, tanks, and jeeps followed.

Derek turned to his generals. "Get me out of here. Bring your best men to North America. We're taking this planet back."

He and his strongest forces left Antarctica, undetected with their cloaking technology. They watched as explosions filled the sky, Tyrannos' forces overtaking the base. The Tyrant ripped open the wall, leading his personal legion through as they shot down humans. Tyrannos himself slashed at them with his sword, ripping open human soldiers as their intestines dripped onto the floor.

Tyrannos entered the barracks of the compound, slaughtering the humans who weren't ready for battle before entering the hangar. He fired energy blasts at the jeeps, tanks, and fighter jets, destroying them before they could leave. This also killed the pilots of the vehicles.

Tyrannian soldiers decimated the hallways, killing everyone in sight. Tyrannos was relentless, brutally impaling humans through the throat as he killed them. Simba, Shere Khan, and Crusher dismembered many of them, eating them to sustain their musculature.

Tyrannos suddenly stopped walking, experiencing a hallucination. In the vision, death and destruction was all around him as he faced down a Calamity. The evil entity looked down at him and a duel began, before the vision ended. The Tyrant Knight shook his head, continuing on.

He then led the Tyrannians to the control room, killing everyone there. Strangely, there wasn't any commander present. "That was too easy."

The last surviving operator in the control room chuckled. "You're too late. Derek's already heading for North America."

Tyrannos was shocked. "Nani?!"

He decapitated the man before ordering his forces to travel to North America. They returned to their base camp as fast as they could, loading men and vehicles into their troop transports before leaving for North America--the land where it had all started.