The mass killings were only the beginning. Blargh had stumbled upon something of immense value, an allure that drew the attention of the lizard conclaves, beckoning them to descend upon the forsaken planet. Deep within the endless caverns, an abyss of despair awaited, holding secrets of profound significance. Even as the lizards had retreated, remnants of their scattered colony still lurked within the subterranean labyrinth.
Blargh's interest in gold was surpassed only by his insatiable thirst for bloodshed and conquest. Gazing defiantly at the sun, the celestial entity that had long mocked him, he issued a challenge. "I am aware of the hex you have cast upon me, draining my life force with your scorching rays. However, fortune does not favor you. These lizard lackeys have come to this planet, destined to become mere fodder for my relentless slaughter, fueling the fire within me! With their green blood and pale yellow flesh, they shall satiate my hunger and sustain my existence!"
"Now, more souls await the harvest, eager to quench the thirst of my chainsaw within the depths of these treacherous chasms. A glorious battle shall ensue in the shadows, for not even darkness can impede my vision nor hinder the relentless pursuit of my chainsaw's victims!"
The deep chasms, crafted by the lizards, appeared as portals to the very depths of hell, constructed by the likes of Hades and Satan themselves. Despite their limited resources and a relatively small lizard presence, their ingenuity had allowed them to fashion these profound cavities. It was as though they had dropped a colossal drilling apparatus from their orbiting spaceship, piercing the very heart of the planet's core.
"Silence, you fool! Now is not the time for cowardice and to earn your respite. We have work to do!" Blargh roared at his grumbling stomach, demanding more sustenance. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped into the gaping abyss, surrendering himself to gravity's embrace as it hurtled him into the depths unknown. Fear and nightmares were but mere breakfast for Blargh, consumed daily before dawn.
No wings, no equipment, no certainty of what lay below. It mattered not to Blargh. Whether it be deadly spikes, unyielding rocks, shifting sands, or engulfing waters, he cared not for the landing. Eventually, he plunged into a liquid surface, a mixture of mud and water. Blargh felt a pang of disappointment. No blood, no injuries, no fatalities caused.
But what about the pitch-black darkness that shrouded the abyss? How would Blargh navigate through such obscurity? The lizards were creatures of the night, accustomed to such environments. Fortunately, the barbarian had prepared, taking the eyeballs of his fallen foes on the surface and fashioning them into a grotesque pair of goggles, pulsating with muscle memory and veins. Through this macabre creation, he finally glimpsed the depths, a pathway leading to a cavernous chamber being the first sight that greeted his eyes. In an ambush from behind, a lizard lunged at him.
Hah!
Blargh walk inside the chamber with a bonus lizard eyeball for his small spouch of cave adventure supplies. Inside, he beheld a horde of lizard workers toiling, digging even deeper holes than those seen on the surface. The reptilian menials regarded the savage man as a lone outsider armed with a peculiar weapon, an uncommon sight in their realm.
Yellow-scaled bodies scuttled across the cavern roof, their hisses and growls melding into a cacophonous battle cry. They formed a tight formation, a well-known battle tactics of lizard kingdoms that had tasted many victories against humankind. They encircled the lone barbarian, their eyes filled with lust, gluttony, and hatred, anticipating the pleasure they would derive from toying with the intruder and savoring his earthy ribs.
Hah!
As it is foretold, those who survive the onslaught of the chainsaw shall bear the haunting burden of pain, sorrow, and death in their sleep. The mythical weapon resonates with the battle cry of hissing and growling reptiles, its screech reminiscent of relics from a realm beyond enlightenment itself. Wielded by the relentless destroyer, it defies the might of entire armies, unstoppable in its ferocity.
In a matter of seconds, countless lives are claimed, a glorious spectacle fit for the gods to behold. The lizard miners and paratroopers put up a valiant fight, wielding an array of melee weapons that strike, cleave, crush, and graze the barbarian's flesh with swords, axes, maces, pickaxes, and more. While the barbarian momentarily struggles, his chainsaw resounds with a battle cry, obliterating the surrounding lizards. Wave after wave, they are decimated before even touching him. As the third wave approaches, a few fortunate souls flee in terror upon witnessing their brethren reduced to mere fragments of flesh.
Swiftly, the tide of battle turns, and the barbarian faces naught but terrified giants reduced to feeble creatures. Overwhelmed by fear, they succumb to the relentless chainsaw that tears through their beings. With a merciless swipe, the chainsaw opens a lizard's belly, exposing the reptilian organs within. Lizard tails scatter about, severed from their hosts, twisted in the same fear that consumed them. The barbarian takes delight in tearing these tails, relishing in the sight of flesh and blood.
As the last lizard kneels, begging the barbarian to bring an end to its shameful defeat, Blargh honors the plea, severing the creature in two. The lizard accepts its cruel fate without uttering a scream, resigned to its destiny.
The barbarian realized that his grotesque goggles, made from the remains of his fallen enemies, had lost their durability. Blargh nonchalantly plucked out one of the lizardmen's eyeballs and fashioned a new pair of goggles, swiftly replacing the worn-out ones as he continued his journey.
To his astonishment, the slaughtered lizards had unwittingly led him to their objective. The barbarian's gaze fell upon shimmering walls, glistening with a radiance that surpassed any ordinary gold found on planets. No, this was no ordinary gold—it was the precious metal derived from a colossal mega-organism whose immense size had spanned across the reaches of the stars.
With a size comparable to that of a planet, this discovery ignited a spark of greed within the barbarian. The allure of such unimaginable wealth beckoned to him, promising power and fortune beyond comprehension.