The Divine Finalisation [Complete]

Chapter 37 A Belated Arrival

An hour later, Odin and his Valhalla warriors entered the battlefield to aid the Martian army. As it turned out, they came too late, and the only thing for them to do was to battle the Xenos that were busy eating the fallen.  Odin studied the equipment of the fallen human soldiers. He found it strange that most of them seemed to be carrying small calibre guns, utterly unsuitable for fighting the Xenos, as small calibre submachine guns couldn’t pierce the Xenos thick fortified skin, deep enough to seriously injure the beasts. How could the Martian military have sent such a poorly equipped army to fight the Xenos?  The Xenos had been attacking Earth, so they should know what weapons would work against him. Odin walked up to Balder to discuss his findings.

Odin:

-          What do you make of this son? Something is not right here. Look at these unsuitable weapons that the Martian soldiers were using.

Balder:

-          Yes, these Martians were not equipped to fight the Xenos. Batons, Tasers and sub-machine guns. All utterly ineffective against the Xenos. It was like they were going to combat Terran human civilians.

Odin:

-          I am thinking about the same thing. Weren’t the filthy Terran humans that killed your brother Thor much better equipped than this?

Balder:

-          Yes, but those were from the Terran Council Special Forces. Look at this emblem: The Martian Dominion.

Odin:

-          That’s how it seems. Look, their general is lying over there. He looks wounded, but still alive. Let’s go and save him.

Odin walked over to the wounded General Smith, who was pinned to the ground by a Xeno claw. The Xeno warrior that the claw belonged to lied dead next to him having been chopped to pieces by Odin’s Valhalla warriors.  Odin approached the human General and spoke:

-          So, you are the foolish General who led your troops into an ambush?

General Smith groaned back weakly:

-           Help me. The pain is insufferable.

Odin:

-          Coward! The pain shall serve as a reminder of your stupidity.

-          Unfortunately, I need to talk to you, and you won’t talk much if you’re dead, so I’ll give you a new chance at life!

Having said this, Odin pulled out the Xenos claw from General Smith’s body. Then he released some Zetan healing powder into his wound, and the pain was gone.

Odin:

-          I have helped you with your pain, now speak and be honest; otherwise, I’ll end you myself! Understood?

General Smith nodded, and Odin continued talking:

-          Tell me who you are, and why you came with your army to my fortress?

General Smith:

-          I am George Smith, a general of the Martian Dominion and in charge of the 13th Reconnaissance division, or at least I was until this happened.   

-          I came to negotiate an alliance on behalf of Melchior Dorevitch, The Emperor of Martian Dominion. He wants to kill the Xenos and put an end to Rangda, the Xeno-Zetan demon.

Odin:

-          And why would this Melchior want to do this?

George Smith:

-          I don’t know. You better talk to him yourself. I just follow orders. I went to Earth believing we would fight the Terran Council. My division was equipped for fighting urban warfare, not for facing man-eating alien out in the open.

Odin:

-          I see.  Go back to Melchior and tell him to bring his army, I’ll discuss an alliance with him when he arrives. Zetans have been fighting the Xenos for millennia, and we help those who are willing to fight the Xenos with us.

-          I’ll keep the supplies and equipment of your fallen soldiers. I have more use for it than you do.

George Smith:

-          Understood. I’ll gather the survivors and head back to our camp. Thank you for saving our lives.  

After saying this, George Smith gathered his injured soldiers and a while later, his badly decimated division took off. Odin was studying the Zetans scavenging the battlefield when Balder approached him:

-          What do you reckon, father? There is something fishy here, I think.

Odin:

-          Maybe. But I think we must take our chances and ally with the Martians. With them on our side, we can beat the Xenos. Without them, we are doomed. We have lost too many of our people to the Xenos, and now only a few of us remain.

Balder:

-          Understood, father.