Chapter 4: First wave
A few months after my forced abdication. I was transported to the location of a wave. It was near an encampment of weretigers. Shield is probably at the village saving people and getting fucked over by the standing military of the country. No longer will that be my problem. The changes I had unleashed will change the way the events play out in the future. Now, it was time to dance.
Pointing my spear at the incoming targets I unleashed the Adrasite beam at the mobs. The thing is with the Spirit of the Legendary Spirit residing in my spear, the beams had a much longer range and longer output. Meaning I could use them as a extra long spear and wipe out hordes of enemies. The downside was the time it took to recharge. The initial attack reduced the pressure and momentum the enemy had. There was a gap between the initial few monsters and the larger amassing horde.
The encampment turned out to be a detachment of a military expedition into Melromarc from Siltvelt. So I didn't have to babysit anyone awesome. They should be more than able to protect their encampment and non-combatants. The levies were running to form a defense as soon as possible. The knights and masters-at-arms shouting orders to form up. I joined them at the edge of their perimeter. Killing a few monsters with every swing. I stood my ground for a few minutes. Hacking away at the incoming ground targets. My spear alone keeping things manageable for the time being.
I let out another Adrasite beam. Clearing the small hill we were on for a few hundred metres. Looking back at the formed up soldiers. I simply took off from the pile of corpses I was standing on and struck deep at the heart of the forming horde of monsters. I equipped my Heavy flamer in my left hand and an understanding of the Salamander's obsession with burning things became very clear. The vambraces on my armour also had range weapons built into them. The left arm had twin meltas, while the right one had twin bolters.
The heavy flamer did it's job and cleared out an area 100 metres around me. The helmet filtered out all toxins so the slight smell of burnt meat was an indication that I had maybe overdone it like the Germans in 1940 on their French holiday. Whatever there is no such thing as overkill.
Another deep strike and in 5 minutes I was standing on a pile of corpses. Another deep strike the same thing. A few more deep strikes and it was over. The wave stopped after I vaporised the Chimera. I looked around and all I saw were the soldiers finishing off the remaining riff-raff.
Well that was easy.
I looked around using PoB and alchemy, I turned the dead bodies into ammo and extra battery packs. Then went back to where I was before. Happily eating, drinking and smoking in peace while creating a combination of a jetbike and a grav-tank. I call it the jet-tank. Still in the works. It doesn't quite have the lethality I want it to have.
I do however have a jet bike. It's pretty cool. The only problem is noise and altitude. It sounds like a small airplane, and can only go about 10,000 ft ASL. I want to make it completely silent, and raise the ceiling to at least 25,000 ft ASL. That way I have enough clearance from the ground to properly manoeuvre and engage airborne targets.
Moving onto more pressing matters my temporary residence is currently being spied upon. I can tell by the number of camps and hideouts that have sprung up around the area. Everyone and their grandma wants to know what the fuck I'm up to. See this is why you build prototypes. The loud ass jet bike has attracted this much attention. Imagine me using it out in the real world. I'd be hounded for eternity by the plebs.
Soon I can get out of this situation. Clear the convergence and chill out for a few millennia. Or maybe move to a different convergence. Who knows how this transmigration shit works.
The PoB is quite useful. Especially when the security system you made using it alerts you to an approaching regiment of soldiers. Looking at the security footage on the holo-screen I saw a royal procession to my lair. I say lair, it's more of a man cave. The only thing missing is a few dozen hookers. But STDs, so no hookers. Also my sex drive is pretty non-existent. I know everything works as it should, I just can't be arsed. There is a planet to conquer.
In other words, I'm a sage. Cool.
The retinue makes its way halfway up the mountain before stopping. They are at the unofficial cutoff point. It's now up to me to either visit or ignore them. They don't understand how close they are to being killed. My servitors are not exactly welcoming.
From recon drones and communication intercepts, I know a few kingdoms are looking to align themselves with me. The fuckwit knights I encountered during the first wave spread the word. From there the rumours took a life of their own and snowballed into some outlandish tale. It worked in my favour, as people couldn't decide whether to praise me or deride me into oblivion.
Don't you worry your pretty little heads mortals. I don't need accolades and praise. I have a second shot at life. I am going to break the world and mould it to my will. For that I will need like minded and competent people. Like minded, pretty easy. Competent, the less said about that the better.
Why do I have to setup my own little kingdom, infrastructure, industry, education facilities and so on?
Your world is literally falling apart. It's not the first time this has happened. There are records of it happening previously. What were you then? In the stone age? You fuckwits should have firearms by now. But no, you rely on your hocus pocus crackpot magic that fails against large numbers. Also you have the guardian beasts, why not cooperate? Morons, the whole lot of them.
Can I just exterminatus this shithole? Note to self: make dreadnaught(s).
Now to see whet these new fuckwits want.
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