The World We Do Not Know 52 Thorik

Theodore is really annoyed with her behavior. She leans forward, giving Theodore a whole view of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He couldn't help but sigh- "You are excused. Take a.s.saulter's from any other squad if you need the help." Theodore says with as he wants to get rid of her presence as soon as possible.

Shamian smiles from the corner of her mouth. She casually adjusts her shirt, flips her hair and starts to walk back to her regiment.

Darren, the second in rank in Shamian's squad, follows her. His eyes are still fixated on her back and on her mini skirt. He couldn't erase the view he saw a while back when he visited her room to request her to attend the meeting.

"What are you looking at, cherry boy? I'm not interested in your types." Shamian playfully teases Darren as they were walking towards their base. The whole corridor they are walking in is pure marble decorated with very fine polished design of black carving with gold linings. 

The corridor stretches to 100 meters long in a straight path. From there, a zig zag way of corridor invites you with 50 meters for each turn and finally you will reach the other side of ma.s.sive room again.

Shamian is in a surprise as soon as she entered her regiment base. All of her squad is getting ready with their suits and armors; as well as gears and their weapons.

"Oh! Am I only one who has been informed late about this?" Shamian turns her face around to look at Darren again with a slight annoyed face.

"Don't blame Darren, Cap'n. He was just scared to knock on your door. A secret crush I presume." A soldier from her squad teases Darren with his words.

"Yes yes! He sure is a loyal Vice captain." Shamian takes off her shirt while saying. 

Shamian needed an upgraded armor so she chose to dress up in black one, made out of indestructible black Vibranium. Her whole armory consisted of a black Vibranium skin fit jeans. Upon it, she wore shin and leg armor. Everything was made out of that mysterious metal which could neither be burnt nor destroyed. On her upper body she wore same fitted shirt of similar shade. 

Every male soldier in the room was drooling seeing the G.o.ddess like beauty changing in front of them. She wore the armor like shirt on her bra with no add-ons. On which she placed a breast plate which made her plump chest rise a bit into a s.e.xy tight shape. Vibranium-made black pauldron were hung on her both shoulders and on the right side, a red metallic shoulder plate laid with a strap. Which went around hugging her body just beneath the chest plate.

"Ok I'm ready to go. Where is the engineer? Is my tool ready?" Shamian asks while she settles down in her clothes.

"He is on his way here. He should be here soon." Darren says while he lift his feet, raising his head up in search of the Engineer who is supposed to be here.

"And who's squad is it that was stuck in the dimension?" Shamian asks casually as she leans to a side with her hand under her cheeks.

"Ah! It's Captain Thorik! We are going to a.s.sist them and bring them back or find the stones they must've left behind."

"Huh?? Are you f.u.c.king kidding me? It's that brat Thorik? n.o.body said we need to a.s.sist him. Ughhh I hate that super hyper brat to the core." Shamian responds with a long pale face. "Sigh! I have to always baby sit these Sissy's. I want a prince handsome or somebody worthy Tsk." She says while she rolls up her eyes pitying her own fate.

"I'm here Shamian! The tools are ready." The guy who was previously under Shamian on the table walks out with a red colored case written Shamian de'souza on it.

"Hm! Let's move out squad. Knowing Thorik, he is not someone who will die soon, we also need to give up on the elemental stones that they collected." Shamian says while she revolves her right arm stretching her arms and moves out.

"We can't do this. You can't do this. We can't stand. You won't stand a chance." A man in her early 20's keeps his head lowered while talking. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The land is red with traces of black sand at some places. Mostly covered with very small stones than sand more with Rocky hills and slopes.

There are three persons on ground behind the standing man. One of them gravely injured as half of his gut seemed to be bitten by some animal. Beside him are two girls on their knees looking scared, holding each other hands.

"C-captain! We cannot th-there are many of them" one of the girl with green hair tells to the man in front of them.

"Just because I don't have monster like spiritual power. You refused to increase my rank. Just because I'm from the servants blood line, you refused to put me in a royal house. And now just because my whole squad is newbies, you think I will die of something like this?" The man keeps talking ignoring his subordinates behind him.

He have a blonde spikey hair with a long leather jacket upto his hips. There are gun mags tied to his belt around his waist.both of his hands are holding onto machine pistols. Uzi look alike black colored guns each in his hand with red glittering linings.

"Ccaptain! Please let us surrender to them. They will leave us alive." The green haired girl says again, but this time her voice is trembling and stuttering badly.

The facial expressions of Thorik changes with the words if his subordinates.

"Haha you should listen to that girl there. It's pointless, there are 200 spirit beasts here you won't even stand a chance against them." A person sitting on top of one of these spirit beasts speaks in a mighty voice while looking down on Thorik.

*"Just give up Thorik. I have killed countless captains the same way. You humans gives up easily when you are out under tons of stress. The fear of your sub ordinate behind you and the fear of the beasts in front you. You have no choice but to surrender and to get back stabbed by me."* The man on the beast thinks devilishly while he cherished the moments he is imagining in his head of how he is going to kill and feed Thorik to his beasts.

"Hmm Ok! I give up" Thorik says out of nowhere with his head lowered. It can either be the feeling of shame or he realised his pride on battlefield today that made him lower his head.

*"Hahaha this is it. The perfect opportunity to take him down."* The words said by Thorik instantly made the other person excited.

"Hawk! Go chain him and the girls and bring them back. We will accompany them to the king." The person orders his sub ordinate.