Jakob H. Greif

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 96: The Forge

Tristan

[Sage of All, Archmage of History Lv. 83 -> Sage of All, Archmage of History Lv. 86]

[Skill Boost obtained]

[Skill gained: Unshackled Knowledge]

[Skill Boost obtained]

World Boss battles continued to be an excellent source of Levels, but for the first time, I could be truly happy about it without even the tiniest twinge of guilt.

While there had been casualties, and even fatalities, they had been few and far between, the result of stones...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 95: Apophis

FYI, my laptop needs some repairs, I'll be taking it to the shop Wednesday, depending on how long that takes, there may be a longer gap in chapters.

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Joseph

Just as with the fire-based Nation Boss he had practically beaten solo, this was an enemy he practically hard-countered, simply because he, ultimately, was entirely immune to fire, even the paper that gave him life, serving as both his head a...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 94: Scalding Sands

Sundiata

They were right back here. In Africa, only a few hundred kilometers from the place where he had awoken, and a couple of thousand from the heart of the New Malian Empire.

And once again, Zerzura was planned to be right in the line of fire, the “glorious capital” reduced to little more than a mobile bunker.

Well, the city hadn’t been used against Typhon, but it had been intended to be; the fact that it had gotten a reprieve there had been a matter of luck, rathe...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 93: A Mess

Tristan

Suddenly having everyone fall out of the sky when the World Boss was killed while ninety percent of all fighters didn’t even have eyes on him had certainly been, er, something, but it wasn’t an unfixable “something.”

Between Merlin and Fionn, everyone got caught rather quickly, and even those who weren’t still got stopped before they hit the ground.

Also, apparently, I had, in fact, earned quite a few levels beyond the initial trio I’d received a...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 92: Typhon

Drake

A monster so big it showed up on radar … this was going to be a mess. A big one.

But at the same time, the way it stood out amidst the sea and sky, there was no way the missiles would fail to lock onto it. Assuming the monster’s air attribute didn’t interfere, at least.

Though missile engagements weren’t his concern, as he had four battleships under his command, this time around. All four Iowas that had ever been built, all finally brought out of retir...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 91: That Should Have Been Obvious …

Tristan

Twenty days. Almost three weeks. It could feel like an eternity, or it could go by at a truly glacial pace, depending on what was happening.

Under the circumstances we found ourselves laboring under, with another cataclysmic fight awaiting on the far side of that timespan ... it had somehow managed to do both.

Every moment excruciatingly extended, unbearably long, yet simultaneously slipping through our hands like water, bringing us ever closer to a fight th...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 90: Cleanup

Tristan

The veil covering the sky overhead vanished like morning dew under a noonday sun, the light of the sun further illuminating the mess the battle had left behind.

For starters, it appeared the desert Cipactli had created was here to stay, though about half the place wasn’t a desert anymore, instead having been reduced to a bloody swamp by the various fluids leaking from the gigantic corpse.

Fucking hell, what a mess …

There were a whole host of thing...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 89: Cipactli

Fionn

Cipactli, the Devourer of Creation, True Ruler of the Cosmic Ocean, Primordial of Earth (World Boss)

No level, no nod to where the System had found the template, no other frills or other description.

Just a name, a few titles, and the simple statement that this thing was meant to be a challenge for the entire world.

Yet … who cared what it called itself? They were going to kill it all the same.

The opening salvo they’d prepared hadn’t quite w...

Outrage of the Ancients Poll

So, here's the thing. I was initally planning to write one chapter per World Boss fight, so I could post that as one part, but I'm not quite writing quickly enouhg to then keep up my usual rythm of putting out a chapter at least every three days. 

Therefore, here's the question: would you like me to post the fight in pieces, to maintain the usual pace of uploads, or get it as one big chapter, in a few days? (and have around a week for each of the other World Boss battles too)

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 88: The Earth Hungers

Dietrich

Why was it always helicopters?

Well, they were a useful conveyance with a multitude of potential configurations and uses …it was the single most annoying vehicle he’d ever encountered, almost as though its inventor had been intending to create a sanity-breaking torture machine, rather than a means of getting around.

All that being said, however, there was very little “getting around” occurring at just this moment.

Instead, he was half hanging out of th...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 87: Twiddling Thumbs

This certainly was a weird situation. Even though we had a massive sword of Damocles hanging over our heads in the form of the World Bosses, things were oddly peaceful for now. Almost as if the worst was past …

Although one of the first things Charlemagne had done was announce to the world what and when the danger was coming. It was abundantly clear that, in his mind, the idea of people suddenly deciding that things were over and therefore would most likely start to change things in t...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 86: Blood of History

And here. We. GO!

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Tristan

It had been obvious from the start, but the System had seriously driven the point home in a way nothing else possibly couild have: history was a horror show.

It wasn’t just an unending parade of wars and famines and natural disasters, which would have been bad enough all on its own.

No, the real horror was how the System picked what to monsterize, which was...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 85: The Past

Note: I put in a pronounciation note because a certain Welsh name is one you're not going to have the faintest idea how its supposed to sound.

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Temujin

The empire, long united, must divide; the empire, long divided, must unite.

That saying summed up Chinese history rather well.

Vast plains surrounded by major geographical barriers meant that it was relatively easy to conquer ...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 84: Kazikli Bey

Tristan

The landscape of Romania flew past quickly beneath me, forests, fields, highways, towns … exactly what I’d expected.

Because, sadly, this was the real world. Just because I had a land surveying Skill in [Know The Land] didn’t mean I’d automatically find something previously undiscovered the moment I started looking around.

It was still worth doing, though; not only was there a chance I would find something, and it tightened the “web” of locations I could ...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 83: Reliving Past Greatness

Tristan, Nine Days Later

The fifth Challenge was just about every kind of hell combined. Lots and lots of monsters, as scattered as they would have been in the first four challenges, with my job as a living taxi transforming from being my occasional objective due to immediate need to never-ending task of soul-crushing proportions that saw me yet all over the globe, any time not spent shutting people around was spent driving somewhere else to expand the reach of my teleports.

Seria...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 82: Whitechapel

Arthur

London had taken a lot of damage, but nowhere near as much as many other cities hit by the resurgent Nazis, for one simple reason.

London was big, and very, very spread out. It had been hit with more than enough bombs to flatten most other cities, true, but its sheer size meant that the majority of its buildings were still intact, relatively speaking.

Though people were still leaving, which was an understandable impulse, but misguided.

Yes, a capital ci...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 81: Resurgence

Charlemagne

It was always going to come down to this. Some would say he had planned this the entire time, but that phrasing implied that he had had a hand in things turning out the way they had.

And, to be perfectly honest, he might have done that if it had, in any way, shape, or form, been necessary to do so.

But no, nothing of the sort had been required.

Because the current situation had been entirely and utterly inevitable, the only “choice” he’d had was wheth...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 80: The Butcher of Prague

Joseph

Up to this point, Prague had only been hit by the very first wave of monsters, and it showed.

Intact buildings, reasonably happy people, and a regular flow of traffic.

Not anymore.

Phantoms clad in heavy leather coats and wielding firearms had come and … well, they’d tried to attack the people here. The ones under his protection.

And then they’d run squarely into him. Or rather, they’d run face-first into his fists.

[Invisibility] to...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 79: The Leaders

President Lane

The fifth challenge had managed in an afternoon what the first four had failed to do in four months.

Completely crushed Europe.

Oh, there were still plenty of survivors, lots of infrastructure, and so on … but the capital cities of the continent had been crushed. That was where many of the battles of the Second World War had been concentrated, so that was where the Continent Boss had thrown most of its minions.

Berlin, Paris, and London were m...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 78: Propaganda

Tristan

The Tiger Panzer that drove straight at me was looking … strange. Fuzzy. Almost as though the black and gold stripes that “decorated” its outside were made from actual fur, rather than being a garish paint job the system had decided to slap on top of the massive war machine.

It tried to aim its turret at me, but I was already too close to it, below what it could target; the wide roads of Berlin still far too tight surroundings for this particular enemy to be able to ...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 77: Terror of the Ocean

Drake

There are three kinds of people: those who are alive, those who are dead, and those who are at sea.

An old truth, one that had proven true all too often in his day but been rendered largely false by modern communications capabilities. Even the radio had changed the paradigm, never mind satellites and the like.

… When there wasn’t a monster with the ability to completely and utterly shut down all long-distance mucking about. Again.

A...

Outrage of the Ancients 2 Patreon Version

The second part of Outrage of the Ancients is coming out in a week, and therefore, here's the finished, fully edited copy for your perusal.

https://dl.bookfunnel.com/oc9uy8k71o

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 76: Legacy of Bloodshed

I actually recognized this guy. Not his face, even if the monster hadn’t been an indistinct phantom, the only actual Nazi I felt comfortable identifying based on their appearance was the head asshole himself, but I recognized the reference in the name.

Heinrich Müller, head of the Gestapo, thought to have escaped Berlin at the end of the war, sparking endless manhunts for the following decades.

He’d been found sixty years later. In Berlin. In a mass grave. Where he’d been t...

Outrage of the Ancients Chapter 75: Lightning Warfare (Start of Book 3)

What do you think of the cover for book 3?

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Ours had been a war with no front lines, no clear targets, no order or even the remotest semblance of the Geneva Convention.

Humans on one side, monsters on the other.

Us forever reacting to the beasts that showed up effectively randomly, the beasts trashing whatever area they appeared in.

There had been no way to prioritize places to protect...

Museum Core Epilog: A Solar System of Possibilities

One year later, Kyoto, Japan

As per usual, no one had felt entirely comfortable with having a monster spawner only controlled by his own honor and conscience inside a capital city, so the Japanese had built the requested museum somewhere other than Tokyo. But Thomas didn’t mind, he’d have done the exact same thing if he’d been in their place.

It was a perfectly understandable precaution, and Thomas wasn’t going to cause a stink over it; in fact, even making the tiniest iss...

Museum Core Chapter 131: And the Void Stares Back

“Void Beast!” Elias growled, in a way that left Thomas unsure whether it was an identification of the problem or a curse. Probably both. Actually, now that he thought about it, definitely both.

These were the things that had given the former fairy’s former home its status as a deathworld. Beings from the space between worlds that had been plentiful on that particular planet, acting as both fuel for the ascension of its inhabitants … and as an existential threat that kil...

Museum Core Chapter 130: Poking Reality With a Stick

The last few days until the second merge came and went in a flash, during which Thomas both did everything and felt as though he had achieved nothing.

His biggest “achievement” was moving the Belfast right next to the Natural History Museum via a newly-dug trench, just in case she was needed, though perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t managed that.

Because since the Brits knew about the imminent chaos, they’d raised the general alert level. “Sereptici...

Museum Core Chapter 129: Murderous Desert

The humanoid figure standing amidst the chaos of a rapidly disintegrating city only vaguely resembled a human being, angry red skin as though it had once been flayed alive stretched across a body that was just skin and bones, with topped with flaming red hair and actually flaming eyeballs that were nothing but orbs of roiling flame, deeply set into its skull like the magma at the bottom of a volcano.

Though the creature was obviously merely playing at being human, its nakedness revealin...

Museum Core Chapter 128: Barren Wasteland

She was going to kill Frye when she got back to Bristol.

Yes, every single one of her bonds was from the warmer climes, and perhaps being part reptile should have helped some.

And, technically, an expanse of ice and snow was also a desert, if you wanted to get down into the weeds of scientific definitions, so her claiming this was her first time in one wasn’t entirely true.

Bollocks to this whole bloody desert!

… or maybe it was just the local sys...

Museum Core Chapter 127: Bidding War, Bidding Won

Apparently, magic that actively altered the variables used in engineering calculations was prone to driving engineers a wee bit batty, to draw upon the delightful pool of British expressions that Thomas was only starting to learn.

Yes, technically, the Belfast’s newest power “just” reduced the effective mass of the ship to whatever could be supported by the ground underfoot, but only when it came to how it influenced gravity, yet simultaneously keeping all that weight the...