Terraria: Hardmode
Chapter 37: Chapter 37 - Trojan Horse.
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The sound of opposition and conflict echoes throughout the land; fire, ice, and lightning being hurled skyward, along with other types of attacks. Every now and then, a bystander could see slimes with wings--both angelic and bat-like--flying high into the air before swooping down onto their target. The landscape began to shake as the skies over the battlefield were covered in a strange dark cloud with multicolored lightning flashing, crackling.
As this goes on, those who dwelled within nearby settlements looked on towards this strange event, unknowing; unsure of what to do next. Should they remain at their safe distance? Or brave a venture and sate their curiosity?
A series of large craters had absolutely tarnished the once green meadow, dirt mounds littering the area. Many types of slimes, and of multiple colorations, were hopping towards their powerful foe to engage in combat. Ironically, this foe was also their greatest friend and ally: Fluttershy.
A number of Lava Slime, Ice Slime, and Desert Slime could be seen unleashing their appropriately based attacks. Streams of fire, chilling ice beams, and whirlwinds of sand were aimed at the yellow pegasus who, in turn, batted them away with a forehoof.
Spiked Slimes and Jungle Slimes fired off needle-like projectiles which threatened to puncture any and all types of flesh. Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy then exhales and releases a powerful wave of flames that consumes the projectiles, and even collides with the slimes below.
Fluttershy’s eyes were narrowed, covered in a multicolored aura, as her wings flapped at a decent pace and held her aloft at a favorable height. The pegasus’s body was covered in a rainbow-colored aura as she exerts a powerful force of pressure. This force blows away any and all of the nearby slimes who were capable of flight.
“Raaaaaaw!” The empowered pegasus roars out--her voice sounding as if hundreds of individuals spoke in unison--as she thrusts a forehoof into the air. In response, the earth below her begins to bend to her will as large boulders could be seen floating into the air. The yellow pegasus then turns towards two large slime entities in particular: Slime King and Queen Pinkie.
“Nnawr!” Fluttershy exclaims as she points her forehoof towards the two slimes of royalty. All of the floating boulders are sent towards the pegasus’s targets as Queen Pinkie says:
“She’s doing quite well, father,” The Queen Slime then rushes forth, as does King Slime, as the two dome-shaped entities rams into the barrage of boulders, shattering them into dust before moving onto the next.
“Indeed!” The Slime King exclaims in response; ramming into more boulders-turned-projectiles, “Thanks to our council; along with Ebonian and Crimulan’s, Fluttershy is wielding the large multitudes of slime abilities throughout our entire race.”
All the while, the other slimes present waited for their opportunity to strike as some even began to charge up their various forms of attacks.
Both Queen Pinkie and the Slime King homes onto the pegasus, like a pair of heat-seeking projectiles; shattering more boulders during the process. The pegasus takes on a combat pose with her forehooves in anticipation. However, mere moments before the Slime King collides with the pegasus, he instantly becomes transparent and seemingly phases right through her before vanishing out of existence. Then, he reappears above the yellow pegasus and meteors downward, intending to crush her beneath him.
Fluttershy raises both of her forehooves upwards and impressively catches the Slime King’s girth, albeit with gritted teeth.
“Nngh…” The pegasus grunts as she resists his weight. However, she did not account for Queen Pinkie who suddenly appears behind the pegasus and rams into her with frightening force.
The yellow pegasus grunts once more as she’s rapidly sent downward to the earth below, following Queen Pinkie’s attack. However, just before she could collide with the ground, Fluttershy roars out and spreads all four of her hooves apart, and her wings, stopping herself instantly which causes a shockwave that creates a crater right under where she now floated. Various slimes were blown away in addition.
“I will become stronger!” The pegasus shouts before she rapidly flies towards King Slime and Queen Pinkie, “I will protect those I love and cherish! That includes all of you!”
“Then let our training, our battle, be an expression of our love, Fluttershy!” Queen Pinkie roars out as she and her father rockets downward to collide with the pegasus’s encroaching force.
……….
As their battle continues, and even other slimes start to join the fray, both the Crimulan and Ebonian-like slime entities watch on from a distance as they conversed amongst themselves.
“Our beloved core is growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.”
“Indeed. And it would seem that Queen Pinkie has grown exponentially in power as well. By my estimates, she’s about three to five times stronger than King Slime.”
The two slime entities remain silent for a moment before the Ebonian-like slime breaks the silence:
“Greed is up to something. We haven’t seen him ever since he dove far deeper into The Dungeon. However, I can also sense a strange supernatural presence.”
“Yes. Although, it might be more accurate to say that it’s more than just A presence. It’s a large multitude of individuals, spirits, but all merged together into a singularity. I can also feel a great need for vengeance emanating from those lost souls.”
The two Slime God imitations ‘hmm’ in thought.
“Have our agents been dispatched within The Dungeon?”
“Yes, they have adapted to it and are on route to The Dungeon’s depths. These agents are appropriately named: Dungeon Slime.”
-TERRARIA, THE DUNGEON-
The darkened inner sanctums of The Dungeon were as present as ever. Pure silence embodied most of its hallways, and the only sounds one would be able to hear came from the restless spirits and undead. Not to mention the death-inducing traps.
Having just entered the structure, six slime entities were hopping down towards the depths of The Dungeon.
“All right, maggots,” The Dungeon Slime in the lead said; sporting a noticeable mustache. “We’ve got a mission to perform, and we will not fail Crimulan and Ebonian! Nor Goddess Fluttershy!”
“Hoorah!” The other slimes exclaim in response.
“We are mean, purple; dangerous motherslimers!” The mustached slime shouts.
“Hoorah!”
“You know what to do with any opposition, right?!” The mustached slime questions as the entity extends a tendril from its body and raises it, forming three fingers, “We give them the three bloops routine! We bloop em’ once, bloop em’ twice, and if they don’t die?!”
“We bloop em’ again!” The other Dungeon Slimes shout in response.
The lead mustache wearing slime chuckles, “Damn right! Now let’s go, Dungeon Slime Team Alpha!”
The sounds of blooping continue as Dungeon Slime Team Alpha hops onward to their objective.
……….
Thanks to their gelatinous form, the various traps--all of which were activated--throughout their traversal were rendered almost obsolete. Spinning wheels of fire would cut through the slimes who failed to dodge in time, but they regenerate themselves seconds afterward.
A pit of spikes in their way? They simply shrug it off and reform any ‘damage’, like a knife trying to stab a ball of gel. A spinning wrecking ball? A mere obstacle with little consequence.
Of course, their true obstacles were the undead rotting corpses and the restless spirits, not to mention the ‘living’ skeletons. A series of scenarios played out as the six Dungeon Slimes continued to progress:
A number of skeletal archers fire their arrows with admirable accuracy. However, the projectiles meant nothing to the slimes who simply evaporated the arrows with their own body, in an acidic fashion. Other slimes would actually ‘eat’ the arrows before spitting them back out and returning fire on the archers, destroying them in the process.
Skeletal knights and zombified terrarians rush the slimes with hungry intent. The arms of the zombies extended forth as exposed muscle and bones could be seen on their appendages. The skeletal knights bore their rusted weapons such as swords, daggers, axes, war hammers, every melee-based weaponry one could think of. Each made from various metals ranging from iron to silver.
The Slime Team would hop unhesitantly towards their foes as they begin to consume the undead. Each slime would enlarge itself before covering undead, dissolving them with their acidic body. This process would go on and despite a large number of skeletal entities and rotting corpses, the slimes continued to press forth.
……….
Dungeon Slime Team Alpha now finds themselves within a large chamber, easily the largest throughout the entire structure. As they looked around, they could see obvious signs of a past conflict. The various walls of the chamber were damaged as something was clearly forced against them. Ash marks caused by magical projectiles were apparent, and upon closer inspection, the mustached slime says:
“This is it, Team. This is where their battle with Greed took place,” The slime then turns towards a nearby hallway with a flight of stairs descending downwards, “Enough gawking! We’ve got a mission to complete! Follow me!”
“Yes, sir!” The other Dungeon Slimes respond.
Unbeknownst to the team of slimes, their progress was being observed by the eyes of an Ancient.
-TERRARIA, THE DUNGEON: DEPTHS-

“Awww, isn’t that cute,” Greed says in his terrarian form as he looks into a spherical anomaly, which shows the team of six slimes, “The Slime Gods messed up by doing this. In fact, this is quite an opportunity for you and me,” He turns his gaze towards another entity, “Polterghast.”
The entity clicks its mandibles, “What do you plan to do with them?” Polterghast questions, their tone sounding as if thousands of beings were speaking in unison.
Incidentally, Greed was currently sitting on a chair, positioned by a table, as a chessboard was neatly placed on top of the furniture.
Greed claps his hands together while looking at the ghostly entity, “I say we kill five of those slimes, but let one of them go,” He looks back to the anomaly, “Perhaps the mustached one?”
“Wouldn’t eliminating them all be far more preferable?” Polterghast inquires.
“Oh my ‘numerous souls’ comprised friend,” The Ancient then places a hand to his chin, “The interesting thing about us Ancients is that we tend to love planning for many scenarios,” He raises a finger, “Back up plans, back up plans for our back up plans, you get the picture.”
Polterghast clicks their mandibles but remains silent as they await Greed’s coming words.
“As you know, both of my dear daughters, Rarity and Sweetie Belle, are out there working diligently to gather information for me,” Greed sighs in content, “I couldn’t be more proud of those two. They’ll make wonderful replacements for me when I pass on my station to them.”
“What do they have to do with any of this?” Polterghast questions after clicking their mandible.
“I’m getting to that,” Greed responds as he conjures forth a wooden horse figurine, “Know what this is?”
“You insult us, Greed,” Polterghast responds with slight annoyance, “That’s clearly a wooden horse, or depending on perspectives, a Trojan Horse.”
Greed nods, “Indeed,” He places the wooden horse onto the table, “While Sweetie Belle is feeding me information in Yharim’s Kingdom--you’re welcome for that, by the way, seeing as it helps with YOUR revenge--Rarity is making her way to Camelot. Assuming she isn’t already there as we speak,” The ‘terrarian’ places a hand to his chin once more, “Other Ancients are getting involved with those beings from Home Town. I must handle this carefully.”
Suddenly, the mandibles of Polterghast click rapidly as the entity seemingly comes to a realization, “You mentioned backup plans for backup plans, and that Trojan Horse… you’re sparing one of those slimes in order to invade that yellow pegasus, somehow?”
Greed claps his hands in a ceremonial fashion, “You got it!” He then gets off of his seat and walks back and forth with his hands behind his back, “I’m going to cast a spell on that slime, one that’s exclusive to us Ancients, and when it inevitably returns to the Slime Gods, the spell will home in on Fluttershy.”
“Killing her as a result?” Polterghast questions.
Greed ponders on this for a moment, and clicks his tongue, “I absolutely despise that pegasus, make no mistake. The only being I hate more than her is Cosmos. However, I need to compose myself and approach this without being arrogant,” He shrugs, “So no, Fluttershy won’t die from this spell,” He raises a finger, “But I’ll be able to see what she sees, to experience what she does. It injects a small bit of my consciousness into her psyche.”
Polterghast seemingly ponders on this, and clicks their mandibles, “Won’t anyone be able to sense this spell? If that pegasus is indeed accompanied by Ancients, surely they’d pick up on such a thing.”
“They definitely would, but by the time my fellow Ancients pick up on it, it’ll already be too late,” Greed responds. “Thanks to the combined efforts of my dear Sweetie Belle and Rarity, I know that something is going on in Camelot. Specifically, with those runes that they saw Oblivion’s child plant throughout the capital,” Greed then looks towards the anomaly which still shows the team of slimes progressing ever closer to the depths. He brings his hands together, elbows set on the table, and sets his chin on it before saying:
“Thanks to those runes, I get the feeling that we’ll both be freed sooner than you might think, my good friend,” Greed then looks towards Polterghast, “And just in case those runes can’t free you, that’s why Sweetie Belle is in Yharim’s domain.”