'Uhuhu... These things will not know how much stronger I've grown, can't wait to fuck that ugly and horrifying face apart, UHE HE HA! Then rip open their guts and choke 'em with their own intestines!' His inner voice roars of delight from within; this thought passed through his head more times than once; and by now, the flesh-bundle had finally approached their forces.

These horrific and pungent fiends had invaded his 'vision'.

He'd found his target.

Head shaped as a mixture of four different heads. Each with a skull painted the same colour as the bone that had been 'Revealed', with many teeth visible within. One was a skull that was tilted as a part of the monster's face; a particular part of it would've been the centre of their facial expressions; though the part in question had been replaced by many unspoken words; and an ectoplasmic mess which did resemble saliva. The more he focused on that 'One Face'; the less he could make out what this thing was. Its body was fully equipped with sharp tentacle-like arms which moved erratically across its body as a means of defence from being assaulted from all sides, with a core surrounded by these protrusions; its lower half of its face had multiple pores oozing the same bluish substance that would resemble a sickening black blood that trailed across its chest in-between the chasms. The beast stood no taller than a normal-human, no more than three meters tall; but a grand and monstrosity to see nonetheless, a good 'true form' to look at.

They continued standing on-guard; then one of the flesh-mountains from behind moved its large and bulky feet and leaped forward, running and scattering its many tongues at once—as their teeth grind and cut through the wind and threw their acidic spit across the field—destroying the rubble which was nothing but crumbles.

"HAAAAH!" One of the warriors shot themselves with lightning speed into the horde before being utterly swallowed by the chaos.

A sound of some sort of explosion from within there was heard.

Both sides had now made their first moves.

"Attack, Warriors! Do not fear! Do not cease fighting until there is nothing to harm the ones left of you!! Protect our people!!!" Onofre yelled a battle cry, signalling them to move out.

Zabulus ran too, fighting that multi-headed thing that he'd claimed to kill from the very start. "Come here now, bastard! Let's see how well you fair against my power!!" He started calling for it as the first 'Swarms' of its tentacles struck through the many and split them like grass. "Come on, show me!! Show me!!!" His voice filled with utter blood lust as he ran at the incoming tentacle assault; leaping and dodging through every single one; it was as if he could see where their trajectories were going—a very skilled dodge, but for an amateur like him it was merely his 'Soul's Perception', to put it simply.

This feeling had never left his grasp. Not once in the two thousand years he'd lived.

He grabbed hold one of its long and elastic tentacles as he tugged on it, then with his other two right hands he took hold of a firm grip and squeezed hard, resulting in its tearing, which then resulted in him being flung backwards by the rest of it. 'Tssh.'

'A bit weak... if my guess was right, they were stronger... perhaps I needed something like, hmm...'

Zabulus thought for a second, then looked at the long sharp tentacle in his arms. 'Perfect.'

A new weapon had just come forth and made itself available.

"Death! Your destruction is imminent, creature!"

In the meanwhile...

Onofre who saw a glimpse of what happened to the fellow guard saw a colorful explosion from within the horde. "Good one! It'll at least give the others time!"

"Of course!!" That individual that had done such a move spoke through her mind as she used some sort of ability to communicate directly. She replied through her mind—then got interrupted as the area below her changed into a rippling effect. A few seconds pass and a squid-like creature begins growing as it flies upward towards Onofre's direction; though she was ready, having predicted the sudden burst out of a singular squid-like creature from below. Somehow.

It would've been easier to hit with that Scythe-Spear had its head been attached to the creature itself and not kept its current trajectory. She thought to herself that the positioning of the weapon in her hands was terrible to deal with the range, but it was something she would rather have. A battle wouldn't go well if her subordinate had to take the time to react and know the creature was out; for instance—now, how fast and deadly would the warrior had been? She understood that in a battlefield, what mattered the most was reaction and speed, not necessarily strength or how big you could grow... she knew... better than most people what a problem like that could cause.

A quick cut, then another, splicing it in half.

Her reflexes had saved a few warriors behind her.

"A-ah! Sorry, Ma'am!" The junior behind her caught a glance at what her general had done, and quickly apologized for the poor judgement made.

"Dangerous... But the main priority is surviving, we don't want to die, do we now?" She gave a quick smile then charged back towards the direction of the frontal line as the wave continued rushing towards them in this barren land.

...

Zabulus charged back at the tentacled Amalgamate; though now he couldn't muster up the strength to leap or dodge too often, as the tentacle he held was rather heavy.

Using a bit of thinking; he deflected its attacks with its own little whip. The Amalgamate did not know how to respond or feel when faced with an enemy with the same exact weapon as it... in short, it had been countered in both movements and the weaponry that its adversary had.

Heavily annoyed, it growled at him.

'Thrilled! Look how angry it is... if it wasn't obvious, ha ha...' The now clearly audible voice of Zabulus went out loud.

He charged up the speed of his movement, to the best of his physical prowess; slashing the blade diagonally right onto the center of its hind. But because it had so many eyes behind the head too; it was able to deflect back the tentacle-whip... copying the same thing he did.

Pssh...

Blood spurts out of the wounded skin. 'Unnnfff. HAAAA, FUCK THAT'S GOOD~' The look of his face was now satisfied with such results; the sheer smell that his soul could perceive made his thirst and desire burn higher, wanting more and more.

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'This is it! This is perfection!' Is what he was thinking.

Although his whip attack was deflected; it was what he was going for. He swung it in such a way that it'd wrap around any of the tentacles that'd attempt and counter it. He only had a hunch that the Amalgamate would not try to dodge; perhaps because it lacked the intelligence to do so.

When the cut had finished, and the bleeding skin had come off, it shrieked in pain. But without wasting time it charged right at Zabulus, intending to ram him head first into the chest and absorb him entirely.

In response to the charge, his body tensed up in order to run alongside it and parry a blow to the abdomen; turning rightward at the right moment, bringing the sharp part of the tentacle fast upwards in the process and successfully gutting his opponent.

Intestines, organs and all sorts of blood began pouring from the open hole; the suture that was a part of their internal organ structure and whatever was left of it—the fact the other tentacles had fallen, showed that he had hit a vital spot.

'SHIT! YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT HOLE! YOU'LL NOT DENY IT, NO NO.' He mentally laughed.

In order to avoid being showered in blood and other body liquids from the wound he ran and slid with his knees across the rubble as he whipped the tentacle around to assist the other one in propelling himself across the battlefield.

The other one being none other than General Phernes.

His expression was one of eerie pleasure as he was flung across the battlefield and directly hit an enemy—with a shockwave and explosion blowing off bits and pieces of a few other Amalgamates in the area; his body was covered in a deep blue aura that radiated out of his armor. And especially the fists that were filled with blue electricity.

"HAHAHA! STAND READY AND KNEEL TO THE BREAKS OF TIME AS I THRASH AND BREAK THROUGH YOUR RIGID STRUCTURES AND ATOMIC CONSTRUCTS!" Phernes' shouts reverberated through their cores as they stood at the very frontline; not caring whether a fellow or a foe was around the general to witness such an incredible fight. "SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH! AMALGAMATES!"

"Crazy motherfucker... I love it!!" Zabulus flew along the rubble with great speed, soon enough crashing through what used to be an Amalgamate, completely shattering its outer layer and not even going down. He didn't stay or focus too hard, and rushed right on to get into combat with a ready foe.

"HIIHHH~ HAAH!" This one was much taller and had the stature of a giant. Though this one lacked tentacles, a single arm was big enough to crush Zabulus. If it wasn't the very obvious lack of mobility, his defense could easily become just a 'blanket'. "Shitty thing, you wanna crush me!? Eat me!? Then be faster than this fucking pace of yours! If I die and come back again and again, don't think you'd ever get me! Hehehe! HAAA HA AAAAAAA!"

Even when faced with an enemy big and massive, and threatening of immense force; he would stand straight with absolutely no hesitation.

His unwavering love for death and the complete opposite—loving being alive, it had been through that that Zabulus had 'adapted' to fighting an opponent. The technique used now is just something that was picked up over the usurping of Aeneus.

That is where all his combat knowledge was taken from—no one's memories or experiences had been acquired... except his.

He tossed the tentacle aside and leaped with as much strength as he could muster up, the face that was situated in the chest of this humanoid Amalgamate had an expression that could only be described as 'clueless', not one of confusion. They were completely deadpan, empty and 'Normal'—until all four of his fists connected with it, causing the face to crumble into pieces as if it were papier-mâché; blowing half the upper body into shambles, and sending Zabulus falling straight down.

Phernes realized that while the attack itself should've been lethal, the Amalgamate only suffered mild damage as the face itself wasn't the core.

It was sent a few steps back as it attempted to regain balance, however...

"I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN!" He declared as he threw a fast out from afar; but his intention was not a punch or anything of the sort... but his flesh extended out of his knucles to form an elastic tentacle to grasp and pull him forward, being flung like a pendulum as he had made contact once more. "HAHAAAAA! YOU WISH! TO BE IN MY PRESENCE DURING WAR IS TO BE DENIED SUCH LUCK OR KARMA!! SHOULDN'T HAVE MOVED THAT SLOW!"

A spark of red electricity emerged around his chest as his tentacles stretched and grew around his backside.

He stuck to the face on the upper half of the Amalgamate.

Three faces. Upper body, middle, and lower body.

"MOVE ALREADY!!! TRY IT, FILTHY THING. I KNOW YOUR CAPABILITIES. GET READY, HERE COMES...!"

His voice sounded much different, it seemed to resonate louder. "ONTO YOU... BASTARDS!!!"

His electrified tentacles clasped around its entire body.

In essence, what he was going to do was...

Zap... Ztzzt...Zhhhhhhhssssh—sh, tsssssh—pshh...

"ZABUSHI SPASMED! HA!" He declared the name of his newly self-invented technique—a technique where he wraps his opponent in his electrified flesh tentacles... and zaps them afterwards! Genius!

This special attack of his caused the Amalgamate's central nervous system and whatever constituted their brains, to implode. Leaving it to fall... in great agony! Ouch!

"HA-HAA-HA—HA-A-AH! THANKS FOR THE GRAND WARM UP."

His new technique 'Zabushi Spasm' was only born because he thought of two things...

First, was Zabulus' usage of that bladed-tentacle-whip-thingy.

Second, the fact that he could mix his own flesh with electricity too.

It wasn't often that he used the blue energy to shift his body; as it caused him great pain to do so.

However!

The thrill of the battle was simply way too great to resist!

After all, in these thousands years that he'd never had a serious enemy, nor an equal or a rival to spar with or have a great battle with... he never wanted to lose a single battle, even against Onofre. (That's why he'd never fought her in the past)

Because the fights with the others were so simple; not at all challenging in any means, this only thrilled him due to the fact he couldn't lose a fight... so he could fight until his death.

His deep desires and his mental state had changed, but the excitement he felt was a constant.

These feelings and ideas came from one man he knew... a man named Zabushi.

The same man he named his new technique after.

Onofre watched proudly as her general and Zabulus seemed to have a great battle. But in a similar situation, the Amalgamates were overwhelming some of her warriors.

"Make sure to prioritize what we're here for, killing these things. There's no meaning to this battle if no one survives and remembers these deeds." She reminded those in a nearby squad that seemed to lose themselves in their combat.

"YES, WHITE QUEEN!." They replied simultaneously.

One squad with the junior behind her from earlier were clearing a group of the amalgamates.

"Kill these motherfuckers!" One of them commanded, not by order of any official higher-up. But instead just on a whim—leading the small battalion through.

Ten of them against two amalgamates; not particularly huge, yet not exactly small.

Their eyes lit up as an idea came to them... the strongest ones to fight were all in the front lines, and where was Onofre... you wouldn't dare face her on the back, would you?

So that only meant they were basically left to deal with the smallest groups, but that isn't going to do anything for her pride or whatever ego she could possibly have. So they wanted to prove to the Queen that they were also worthy and not weak or pathetic.

If their only objective was to kill and get out without anything bad happening; why should it matter how strong an individual is compared to someone else?

Their position in this battle and where they fought did not matter.

"CHAAAAARGE!" The shout echoed among the two members of the squad, the junior shyly looked at her senior member who had begun the rush to attack the closest Amalgamate that they spotted—one who was twice their size and many times their weight in mass.

One would assume that there were only two groups in this battle; The strongest, that consisted of Phernes, Zabulus and Onofre.

And the weakest, that consisted of everyone else who had to fight in a group against even the smallest Amalgamate.

But what was missed and didn't include was that of those two groups, there was no middle point. Meaning that the best fighters had no one of that calibre to fight in the middle, and the worse the weaker, the weak, the incompetent... whoever fought in this war.

Though as of this very moment... that would soon change.