The world was broken and in clear desperate need of a savior. One that could come in and take down all of these monsters and deliver these poor souls salvation. Someone with the mental fortitude to be above all others in both Earth and this nameless land. However, one thing was clear: this was a world full of madness and chaos, waiting to be given order and stability.
Something that he, a Conquistador, could definitely do. It was clear that from the first glance that all the people that lived in this place were fools beyond repair. The way their thought process went was absolutely backwards, even with everything he knew.
Hole up in village houses and wait for the entire issue to pass? How long have these brainless wits attempted such a thing? In fact, he had to ask: did they even have any plans to get out of this hell they had found themselves in? The way things seemed, this lot were doing nothing more than twiddling their thumbs and waiting for someone to come along and save them from their circumstances.
Certainly, he could do that. However, that was an annoyance, more so than he had expected. After all, they were nothing more than the most ungrateful swine, something that he would have expected from foreign savages. Though, he had to admit that he was wrong in a way.
Despite the fact that they seemed to be rather similar, they were far different in numerous ways. They failed to have the same civility as the people back in España, a true example of how others should be.
The excuses for their actions were all the same: they wanted independence, the Conquistador was not trustworthy, all sorts of false lies to try to get out of taking responsibility for once in their miserable lives. No, if things were going to go this way, then he would have no choice but to educate them.
He was far more than capable of achieving such a thing. He had been granted such an amazing gift, after all: the ability to force his will upon others, whether that be in the spiritual form or physical form. One that he had used to his utmost delight, finding numerous of these monsters and taming them to become his loyal soldiers.
Something that was absolutely worthy of being. He was the one that had to bring civilization to these louts, no? Such an ability would be fitting for a man of his stature.
He couldn’t help but smile as he leaned back in his chair, looking down at all the people that he had saved from the hellish world they were surrounded by. All of them were hard at work, each of them having been trained through the usage of his arts. These people were working heavily on several things, from trying to extract as much metal from the rocks on the cliff face to melting them down to work on making his new armor and weapons. Then, there were those hard at work trying to forage to make some genuinely delicious meals that weren’t the absolutely horrendous dishes they were dining on previously. Lastly, there were the people that were cutting down numerous trees to get the materials necessary to craft numerous wagons necessary to transport the people and supplies out of this place to another area.
He sighed and shook his head. Truly, these people were far more idiotic than he imagined. The idea that the only way they could eat was through living monsters was one of stupidity. They had so many opportunities to experiment and find other things to cook, yet they focused on the one thing that was difficult to prepare. No, he was intent on having these lazy bums get their job done and find something worthy of eating. There should be fish, berries, anything not corrupted by this world to dine on.
Granted, he had been feasting on some of his monstrous soldiers here and there, but he selected those that weren’t humanoid or freakish-looking. He made sure that he had some kind of flavoring and that the meat was cooked before he went ahead and feasted.
Though, now that he had a village under his control, it was time to correct the mistakes of his previous attempt. He couldn’t help but scowl as he snapped his shoulder, getting one of the women he had put under his control to massage the afflicted part.
Annoying. The Conquistador still couldn’t understand how he could have lost the battle with the stone wall village and those foreign women. He had the numbers on his side, those bastards were all wore down, so why did he end up failing in the end? The fact that his soldiers were able to infiltrate the town without any problems should have been more than enough to subdue all of those villagers, and then rushing out to help him with those other annoyances.
Perhaps they were all killed by the orange haired bitch. Maybe those villagers were far more than capable than he gave them credit for. Either way, they all made him rather peeved to even think about at the same time.
Though, there was one major issue that did cause all of this problem: the demon. The one that had been able to defeat him with one single strike, one that definitely had powers, just like him. That probably meant that either the Usurper was the one who gifted them those abilities. Though, he had to admit: he wasn’t as mad about that monster.
The thing was willing to listen to logic. It left him alone after it realized that he was no longer a threat, giving him the chance to recover and obtain even more power than before. This all came to a head, with him building up his power base even more than before and securing a stronghold.
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He looked over the little town that he had taken over. All the villagers within were following his demands without fail, something that he was absolutely grateful for. Truthfully, the only thing he had done to ensure their loyalty was use his power on one of the people. The rest put them in line, and thus they were getting close to finishing his armor and weapons.
His halberd wasn’t bad, don’t get him wrong. However, if he wanted to have an edge over everyone else, he’d need every advantage he could get. That would mean he needed the weapons that he normally would have had. However, at the same time, he did need to ensure that each of his soldiers had weapons as well, all to ensure that they were more than capable of fighting far more than before. That meant he would need to get them useful tools.
Lances. Swords. Pikes. Each and every single one of those would be giving him a fighting edge over the other people. One could predict a monster coming at them with claws and teeth. But one that could use weapons and shield, armored to prevent any further damage?
Well, that was something that couldn’t really be defended against all too well. However, there were a few things he wished he could have at this moment in time.
Arquebuses. Crossbows. Cannons. If he could secure a constant stream of supplies and some logistical advantages, then there truly was going to be nothing that could stop his march towards the Usurper. Any of his forces should be taken down without much problem, nothing could stop the constant stream of fire and ranged assault.
Unfortunately, there were a few problems. He did not know how to create the alchemical mixture, gunpowder, that would allow him to utilize two of those three ranged weapons. Crossbows were something that he could have made here, yes, but that would still require craftsmen that would be capable of achieving the same results with the people back home. That was something he seriously doubted these people could do, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t attempt doing so.
The foragers would probably find something that could be used to replace the crossbow string. The metalworkers could probably fashion something to work for the metal handling portions, and the lumberjacks were already chopping wood. Perhaps?
He shook his head. No, he had absolute zero trust that these people would be able to achieve such a thing, even if he treated them like brainless children. No, this would have to be something he would need to achieve by finding some random peons around here that were far more capable of achieving such a task.
Now that he did think on that, he might as well check up on some of these blacksmiths. Make sure that they weren’t messing up on the simple order of getting those weapons and armor piece sorted out.
He snapped his finger and the woman stopped massaging his shoulder. With that, he got up from his seat, where two of his soldiers proceeded to lift the furniture piece and took it away for later positioning. He then walked all the way down the stairs, moving towards the rows of workers to inspect their wares.
He walked up and down, keeping an eye on them. Most of them were definitely doing their best, with the flood of sweat pouring down their brow and arms as they hammered the hot metal to form all sorts of weapons. There were those that had taken the wood chopped down previously, fashioning and smoothing them out to act as the poles and handles for the weaponry. Everything did seem to be working as necessary.
Well, most of them. There were a few that were far too slow compared to some of their neighbors. Either they were lagging behind from exhaustion, something that was completely understandable, or… they were attempting to sabotage his ambitions.
The Conquistador squinted at some of the workers, inspecting their body for any details to show that they were not tired and merely causing problems. From the twelve that were slow, nine of them were covered with sweat and breathing so heavily that he could see a bit of fog coming out of their breath. The others…
Well, it was clear to see: they were not as fatigued as their compatriots. That was something that he could not allow. This was an act that could not be forgiven and thus, they needed to be punished. Though, he was a merciful man.
He would give them one chance to redeem themselves.
“You that are working. Give yourself up for the crimes you are committing, and I will give you the mercy of maintaining your own body. Otherwise–”
“Shut… up…”
“Hrm?” He turned towards the one man that spoke up, one that had the wild eyes of a savage with nothing to lose and a giant beard that gave a clear sign of how uncivilized he truly was.
“You bastard. You, you, dare accuse of doing crimes when you are the one that has enslaved us? Put us to work for your own bidding, making weapons of war to arm the monstrosities that plague all of us! You monster, you bastard, I hope you–”
That was it. He had enough of the wild man’s ranting. This drivel was only going to work as nothing more than a possible means for others to try to rebel, something that he couldn’t allow under these circumstances. Not when things were finally going his way.
He sighed. Then, without any bit of hesitation, he put the full weight of his soul onto this annoyance. The man went stock still as his soul began to warp, change as it was crushed by the overwhelming pressure of his pure power.
The man began to foam at the mouth. His eyes cried rivers of blood as they began to rotate in all sorts of directions. His arms and hands twitched constantly, without any rhyme or reason to their movement.
The Conquistador let that go for a little bit longer, before finally releasing the pressure. The man went stock still, before standing up straight like a civilized person. His eyes were blank and a bit of drool started to leak out of his mouth.
At least, until the Conquistador made his displeasure clear. Then, the man wiped his mouth and went back to work, thrice as hard as before.
Good. He knew his place now. The Conquistador glared at everyone else, who began working just as hard. With that, he had taken care of the possible incoming problem, and now he could focus on the most important thing: getting ready for dinner and waiting for his new suit of armor.
He could not wait.