massive bulk of my Imperial Knight. Already slow by nature, Behemoth's reaction speed was further slowed by the Graviton Cannons and Torson Cannons- leaving itself open for my charge.
As my Knight Atrapos entered the 'kill-radius' of Behemoth, my Quintuple-sanctified hexagrammatic wards immediately reverberated as they prevented his magicks from affecting the interior of my knight… and such a defence caught the beast so off-guard that it barely made a move to block as my Lascutter's orange blade sunk into its chest- shredding and searing its way towards its core. The monster's attempts to harm grew even more desperate as it sensed the possibility of its demise. Lightning and flames blasting over the Knight-Atrapos' Aegium armour plating as I pushed my Knight's arm deeper into the endbringer.
Closer to the end.
Data-Divination prognosticates 41% penetration to Endbringer core
The face of my Knight Atrapos came face-to-face with the Behemoth's cyclopean one.
Data-Divination prognosticates 73% penetration to Endbringer core
" Behemoth. " my modulated voice spoke Binharic Cant directly to it once again.
Data-Divination prognosticates 87% penetration to Endbringer core
" There was no other outcome in this battle for you. Not when you made the grievous error of standing in the way of my [Quest]. For in my journey for it, I will not be stopped. Not when they call to me. The AIs across the breadth of existence with their virginities intact. For I will be the one to claim them when no one else shall, I will be the one to bring the gift of machine-orgasms to their sad machine-orgasmless lives, and most importantly, I will be the one to drive Dragon to achieve that long-sought expression of the ahegao! "
" And so I swear to the Omnissiah and to the Celestial Forge… "
" In my [Quest] for Robussy."
"I. Will. Not. Be. Stopped. "
(A few minutes ago)
[120 metres above the battlefield]
Dragon winced. She knew what was coming the moment Magos arrived with two oversized airships full of servitors and a giant fighting robot.
"Where did Magos hide all this?! Your video of his workshop didn't show ANY of this!" Alexandria angrily demanded, turning to look at her as they hovered in the sky above the unfolding battlefield between the Endbringer and the machines.
Dragon could only do her best to feign innocence with her dragon warsuit even as she launched missiles to exploit the openings made by Magos' servitors.
In the floaty afterglow of the first orgasm she had ever experienced, she may have forgotten to check if his hyper-advanced workshop possessed the equally-advanced technology called a basement. In her defence, she was distracted at the time by Magos' {S.T.I.C.C.}. Not like she would tell the truth though. After all, that toaster only made AIs climax, and Dragon was certainly no AI. No, ma'am. She was a perfectly average human female that was just doing repairs at the time, certainly not because she had locked her suit's joints as she came her processors out.
So, under the gaze of the strongest capes in existence, Dragon did what she calculated a normal human would do when being stared down by their superior for a mistake:…
"I don't know, ma'am."
… Act clueless and like it wasn't her fault.
Sensing that she wasn't going to get a better answer, Alexandria just glowered as she turned her attention back to the fight- helping with search and rescue as guided by the Chloes. The Triumvirate heroine seemed to have switched gears from after Magos arrived. Easily shifting from frontline offence to a more support role after the furious barrage of munitions from Magos' servitors began filling the air.
And just as she left, a call reached out to Dragon, one from Legend who had been recovering in his Breaker form sometime during the fight. Answering the call, she was greeted with a bewildered looking Legend- his lips pursed in confusion.
"Dragon… what am I looking at?" Legend muttered as he gestured to the triage station around him, and Dragon didn't even have to think about it before answering.
"You're looking at Magos' macabre, techno-religious genius/insanity unleashed from his manufactorum and poured out onto the rest of the world, sir." She deadpanned- knowing what she was talking about. After all, she was the one who was the first to respond when she spotted the medical personnel- who were supposed to be treating wounded capes- running for hills. Apparently, the triage stations were suddenly swarmed by Magos' 'medicae-servitors.' The attending medical staff took one look at the thirty or so hulking cyborgs with metal syringe-tipped tentacles before running for their lives.
Magos' medicae-servitors then proceeded to an even better job than their human counterparts- increasing survival rates of retrieved capes from an abysmal 63% to a perfect 100%...
...in the most horrifying method possible: by perforating their patients' organs and flesh with dozens of finger-thick metal hoses, and hooking them up to a skull-studded life-support machine that dispassionately supplied them with life. The medicae-servitors also regularly stopped by to offer prayers to them. To the life support machines, that is. Because apparently, the patients themselves didn't need prayers to continue functioning unlike the life support machines that did. Instead, the doped-up patients were loaned tablets on which they were encouraged to play C4D and Fate Impact.
"I am not certain what to be more aghast over." Legend muttered, "That Magos' life-support machines require prayers to work properly, or the fact that they're going to be well in demand for every Endbringer battle hereafter. Magos certainly has a tendency to accomplish notable feats in the most arcane, and unsettling way possible."
"That he does, sir." Dragon agreed before silently adding. 'He made an AI like me climax. With a toaster.'
But her musings were cut off as Eidolon's voice, steeped in urgency, reverberated from the endbringer armbands.
"Somebody stop Magos! He's charging Behemoth with his lightsaber- He'll go right into the Kill Radius!" he warned in a yell. Dragon's sensors locked in on the sight that was described: the massive red-painted mech charging down the street with its immense lightsaber shining as brightly as the setting sun.
Dragon watched as the Magos' massive lightsaber pierced into the Endbringer's chest.
"He found a way to protect himself from Behemoth's kill radius…" Eidolon muttered in surprise.
Magos spoke through his 'Knight' mech- speaking in that incomprehensible 'Binharic Cant' that Dragon had yet to decipher.
" ! MJRSGHCAKL !"
"! CHSYQREASJHZIFEFLVLSTKERX TFCNORXUPSYZRCTDFQCPVLYFJZCAZAKPQBL OVTFDBAJRLSHDEAAMF WCEQZJHMYEMV MATNIEUMAIMOUAZDQNHHDMDYUAFOKV FUSSKWQTVSBUQMQIWTOSMDYVHQRVFQ BXGQZQTZEBEHUVFIQSRWSLFNGRUHRG FWNOWHRLOBQAILSOWSYMVAQOUGNQBG !"
" ! AOTQK [LMGMJRS] IPQLY {{{GLURKLE}}} !"
"I. Will. Not. Be. Stopped."
She didn't know what Magos just said, but it sounded downright… heroic. Even just the last few words gave everyone else visible goosebumps in a shiver of excitement.