Danm nice speech. Could never be me though, with my introverted personality.
I looked at the fired up soldiers as they ran towards the still approaching horde, even though I thinned up around half of them they still look fucking endless. I shook my head and started walking towards them. My hands went towards my belt; one unhooked my lightsaber and the other turned on a small vox. This vox was special for the simple fact that it's connected to my mind and I can transmit whatever was on my mind to it.
Great sage, play some Doom music for me.
[Answer: Affirmative. Playing Rip and Tear.]
As soon as the beat started, I grinned under my helmet and started slowly running to build up speed and bolted straight into the horde. I startled the soldiers on the front but honestly didn't care, my body was brimming with adrenaline and the only thought in my mind was just to thin out the horde. I started hacking and slashing as soon a I got there and it became clear to me that I'm fucking horrible at close quarters combat, I decided then and there that I'll use the horde of plague walkers as my whetstone to sharpen my skills and also see the limits of my physical body.
Zombies and poxwalkers threw themselves towards me as I cut them down, I stepped back to dodge a strike that came from one of them and cut of their head. I used my telekinesis to push them back at bit as volley of lasfire rained down on them, my own lasguns floating right behind me, covering for any openings I have, the missteps, the clumsy swings, the unbalanced footwork. Everything was covered while I went wild, learning and growing as the battlefield got more chaotic.
Captain Morris and his soldiers soon joined and we reaked havoc on the field. One would have to admit that being a captain of a squadron is not an easy thing and it would take years of effort and achievements to get to that rank and Morris is showing why he is the captain. The man is weaving his way around enemies, toying with some and brutally killing others, he's commanding and directing his soldiers like they part of his body and they're moving as if they're a single entity. Its soo fucking cool.
Time passed by quickly as zombies, poxwalkers and soldiers died. My body was hurting and drained as it was not used to moving this much, using muscles it wasn't used to and almost dying several times to carelessness and wasted movements and energy. Yet despite all that I improved tremendously compared to the start of this, my swings are alot more balanced and are reaping more lives? then before, I stopped wasting more of my energy, my footwork and positioning has improved and I was using the environment and the bodies to my advantage. Stopped the stupid thought of not using my powers and used them in conjunction with my sword skills and killed alot more and saved even more lives.
At some point while I was fighting, my team arrived and joined me in the frontlines while the others who are not combat oriented were either at the back shooting or helping the injured soldiers.
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The place was fucking mess, the air itself was toxic and poisonous due to the deaths of countless plague zombies and poxwalkers walkers, bodies of plague mutants on the ground, fire burning as the dead soldiers had risen and attacked their former allies. There were still more of them coming, they're were relentless, tireless and fucking uncaring if they died or not – after all even if they died they'll go back to their grandfather Nurgle's embrace.
Ahhh... I hate having the six eyes.
I saw everything– the tormented souls of the poxwalkers, the corrupted ones of the plague zombies and The Damned, the ones from the plague mutants even the souls of the former citizens and soldiers being tortured endlessly by daemons in the warp– I can still feel them now crowding around my soul, whispering into my ears, taunting me, telling me to die, telling me of how much they want to kill me, corrupt me, torture me.
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over again. OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER AGAIN. OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.OVERANDOVERANDOVERANDOVERANDOVERANDOVERAGAIN!
SHUT UP!!!!
I snapped.
[Calm down or you might kill your subordinate.]
Just as quickly as I snapped, I came back to my senses and saw Vera on the ground, clutching her head, groaning in pain. The others were surrounding her, trying to keep her attention away from the whispers. The soldiers already backed away, some of them were raising and aiming their guns cautiously at us.
I took a deep breath – I'm so fucking thankful I made and put air filters and purifiers in our helmets– to calm my racing heart and I walked towards them, knelt down besides her; put my hand on her head and released psychic waves that will help her calm down.
Listen to my voice and focus only on it. Drown out anything that isn't my voice, they're just annoying distraction.
"Listen to my voice and focus solely on it. Drown out anything that isn't my voice, they're just annoying distractions."
I watched as she slowly reached out towards me, both in mind and body.
Your doing just great.
"Good. Your doing just great."
It will take awhile before she gets better, I'll stay by her side for the time being. Good thing we're in the backlines for the time being so we got a few moments to rest.
[I'll be uploading my combat analysis for you and the places where you need to improve.]
Thanks great sage. Also remind me augment myself when we get back, I've already seen body's limits.
[Sure. I'll start doing simulations on the side with the information I have on your body.]
Oh add mastering biomancy to the list too.
[Noted.]
"Everyone gather, I'm going to heal you guys in a bit and when Jake comes back, tell him to come get healed."
My team nodded and drew closer around me as I released another wave of psychic energy and manipulated it into a dome like shaped encompassing my team and slowly healed them. I didn't want take away the exhaustion since it will help them later on when it comes to increasing stamina and endurance, technically speaking of course.
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It took us up to 15 hours of consistent fighting, killing and burning to eliminate the horde of The lost and the damned. This has got to be the most strenuous activity I have ever done in both lives.
(A/N: Well apparently mortal underlings of Nurgle are called The lost and the damned. I'll just call them The Lost or just The damned instead of Dregs since that's also a terms used for lower hive workers.)
We've killed over 400 thousand of them, if we also add the resurrected soldiers to it. My initial attack killed almost half of that number and we finished the rest off.
I can't believe I've killed this many beings, if this was my past life then this might be called a genocide or something. Is this considered a genocide? I mean we were indiscriminately killing a group that believes in a different ethical group, well shit I've been here for almost two weeks yet I'm already involved in something like this.
No wonder everyone in this galaxy goes insane.
And I also fear that this won't be the last time I see or be involved in something like this.
I looked at my team and the remaining group of soldiers and sigh in relief. We came hear to rescue one person and we ended up getting involved in something else, we are exhausted beyond belief and we need to get back to our base to rest up. I groaned a bit before standing up and walking toward captain Morris.
"Captain Morris, I do believe that it's time for me and my team to take our leave."
Captain Morris looked up from his map, got up and walked towards us. He held up his hand for a handshake and I shook it and nodded at him, of which he did the same.
"You have been a great help to us Arthur –leader of the Outcasts– and I shall not forget this. You may go in peace, knowing we owe you and your team a favour."
He looked towards Jake and nodded at him.
"You've chosen a fine leader to follow."
Jake nodded his head and gave a sharp salute. I looked at captain Morris and places a hand on his shoulder and started diceting his soul, taking apart Nurgle's psychic signiture and any spiritual diseases and viruses. I left out the Emperor signiture since I don't want the big man's attention on me while I was still weak and not ready. I saw him tense up a bit and sensed a bit of fear and wariness from him until he slowly relaxed after I was done.
"Can't have you dying on us after working so hard to save your ass, now can we?"
He immediately got the message and thanked me.
"If you thank me properly, just send survivors our way cause I could use more man power."
We said our goodbyes and left. It took us longer then expected to complete our first official mission as a group but it was a success never the less. We arrived at hour base after 3 hours of walking and taking twists and turns to lose any tails on us, after all you can never be too cautious.
"Ahhh~ home sweet home."
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The end. Alright chapter 10 has come to an end, so what do you guys think? Any suggestions on what's to happen next and what I can improve on.
Also sorry for not posting last week, life was a bit hectic and I was fucked mentally for a while. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and how do you feel about Multiversal fanfics and can you recommend me some good ones.
Anyways Omni out~