As the chemical mix percolated his veins, Roberion felt his grip on reality losing little by little, strength replacing it by the double. Dammit, this feels good, but I'm losing control! That potion Shade gave me didn't do this; what the hell is inside it?
Roberion felt euphoria like no other; anything that he did or accomplished this far didn't give him this sensation that was blossoming on him, like vines that encroached around his mind—that instead of pain, it gave freedom and joy.
The inebriated null knew that submitting to it was wrong, but what could he do? Bleed the substance out? I need to…control. Dammit…paras..te…amplify..ng…sens…tion. Roberion's reservations are soon forgotten as the parasite intensifies the drug's psychoactive effects, turning his conscience into a slave to the chemicals by his own doing.
With his brain full of dopamine and energy, Roberion looked around only to see Xenn watching him; he seemed to be sad and disappointed. No, they are happy for sure; look at Xenn's weird face. How do they look when they are young? Like an insect, or was he like a human baby that transformed into an insect? Roberion got up; everything seemed a tad slower, but he felt a slight pain in his heart. Next time I won't use the mana potion too; feeling pain in this state just feels wrong.
Roberion forgot about losing his most precious weapon and gripped the big mace firmly. His strength was increased to such an extent that three quarters of his power was enough to damage the club, with fissures opening up, but the macabre club endured.
As the null ran as fast as he could to fight the armored warrior, he took a quick look at the massive weapon, but weirdly, even as the park looked like a dream place, the macabre weapon looked grotesque as ever, if not more. Roberion saw little fingers trying to come from the mouth and nails trying to pierce the iris from inside out from the eyes; that was too much even for him, who is in this euphoric state. After that, he tried to avoid looking directly at the weapon.
The blood mud stopped being a major obstacle to his mobility, his foot pushing him strongly forward, always forward. Even though this region had way less blood as he entered the center region, it seemed the liquid flowed down to the park's border; there were blood puddles, and the terrain is slippery, but it was much better than the swamp from before.
Shoots and spells found their way onto Roberion's body, the mad concoction suppressing the pain, and his euphoria and desire to finish the Blight Squad warriors motivating his body to keep his catatonic rhythm despite the wounds, the [Behemoth Skin] consuming his mana like a thirst man in an oasis.
It wasn't long before Roberion exited the rubble of the fallen barricade. It looked like the shelter was absorbed by the nightmarish environment; the crystals that once served as part of its construction were awash in crimson blood, lying on the floor, reflecting the red light as a symbol of danger and the promise of worthless death.
Even if Roberion wanted to keep analyzing the situation, he felt like his body was no longer his, like he was chained in a cage made of flesh and blood. His sensations were surging in part of his mind; he felt like two beings in one, the parasite both a blessing and a curse.
The sensations of the drug were amplified, but the same could be said about his consciousness. Every time the medicine tried to wrap his mind completely in euphoria, before it could finish the job, a clarity of mind permeated him, but only for a moment. Roberion is Sisyphus; his body is the stone.
The fight didn't stop since Roberion got up, and the participants did everything they could to put the armored warriors down. The number of bodies was staggering, not in the sense of quantity, as the place was already a hellscape before Roberion reached it, but the coalition of participants in the hunt was almost gone.
Their strength was already above that of a normal participant, but it didn't seem enough for the fight. All of the participants Roberion didn't consider a threat were dead, the last to fall being one of the spell shield mages that helped to defend the improvised shelter from before. All the notable individuals are alive, but not many long for this world.
The demolitionist of the Blight Squad has long lost his missile launcher that was broken down not far from him, but that didn't make him any less dangerous. He right now holds down The Gentlemen; now the behemoth's clothes are torn and ragged.
Instead of using any spell, the blight warrior activated his dome, some emerald crystal shard that found its way there, flying out, the dome eating directly The Gentlemen's body, wounding him gravely. But the lightning mage, the healthiest of the fighters in this group, does an electric punch directly on the dome, weakening it enough for the behemoth to get up and destroy it.
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Roberion stopped trying to take control of his body, only trying to direct it like a wagon driver would direct its crazed bull. The last thing he saw was the monk who lost one of his eyes and arms, shooting a lazer point blank at the blight squad warrior. This time, some blood was shed, and a hole in the power armor was made.
Dammit how— Roberion guided his euphoric self to stand near the battle against the machine gun warrior. Xenn is already entering the fray, just in time, as the Gemsteele is dying. In one last act of rebellious fury, the crystal all around him found its way into his mangled body, transforming the crystal being into a golem.
A liquid started flowing through the massive golem`s body. With a living green glow emanating from the liquid, the head of the Gemsteele finally lost its vitality and was consumed by the mass of crystals.
The maddened blight warrior didn't even glance at Roberion or Xenn, as the bettleman used his body and strength to redirect the machine gun he is holding. The wounded orc complemented the group attack, using two greatswords that looked more like lumps of metal—all of them with perfuration that didn't quite pass through. He shocked the swords against the blight warrior, not trying to cut but to bash him to death.
Now it was clear that Roberion's shot had an effect on the warrior; he didn't activate the mana from his power armor. His armor was all bathered; some of its warped metal was making its way inside, cutting the warrior's body. A blue liquid leaked from his torso all the way to his armor's foot. Taking a good look, a cilinder seemed to be destroyed, all of its contents lost.
The warrior finally uses the dome, not to wound but to dislodge Xenn from the weapon, and it works. Xenn was thrown a few paces to the left, but like a wrestling match, a new opponent showed up to continue the fight. The Crystal Golem tried to punch the blight fighter`s back, but the warrior spun and defended with his arms. The power was so great that the warrior got off the floor—not more than a few centimeters, but that was enough.
After all this time, which was just a few seconds, Roberion finally reached the confront, and what a beautiful sight! The back of the warrior was just exposed to him. Roberion tried his best to stop his stupid mouth from speaking and guide his body to hit the head of the warrior.
"TIME TO DIE TIN CANNNNN!", Roberion's flickering couciousness didn't accomplish everything, but the hit to the head, he for sure will.
Taking the [Jubiliant Choir] high and already activating its enchantment [Cursed bubble?], Roberion jumps and swings the grotesque club heavily down. The helmet of the warrior wraps, each milisecond driving the club near and near the warrior's head, but before it can finish the job, a stream of gas leaves the helmet, propelling it upwards. Roberion couldn't hould the object with the club as it squeezed out to his right, deviating enough to hit his shoulder head on and break it.
Neither of the two participants, one living and the other dead, stopped. The golem lost most of its luster, but it found a target to die for, pummeling the hands of the Blight warrior until he dropped the machine gun. The fighter tried to hold, but not seeing a chance to use the massive gun, he threw it some meters from him using the combat armor strength.
The golem didn't focus on the warrior, instead following the weapon; soon after, he reached the machine gun and kept pummeling it down, each time fracturing it more. Each second nearing its end, the crystal body loses its light.
With his hands free. The warrior flows energy around it, similar to Roberion [Minor Air Movement], but with more concentration and expertise. It looked like the blight warrior targeted the entire spell in his arms so he could use the spell to its full power while using the combat armor. In a second, he already had his hands on his sword.
Before the orc could hit him again with his two greatswords, the warrior starts deflecting him with mastery, guiding one of the greatswords to the path of the other, making them create a sonorous clang. The Blight warrior doesn't stop though; like a dancer master, he spins, his sword slashing, trying to cut Roberion in two.
Fighting against himself, Roberion forces his body to get back, but it wasn't soon enough; the sword found his belly, penetrating almost enough to sever his spine. Disembowed, Roberion falls to the ground, the [Behemoth Skin] already healing him, his mana depleating fast; he had already used too much trying to reach the confront.
Roberion's counciouness tries to focus himself on drinking a mana potion, but soon after, his eyes focus on a blue liquid, slimy and almost solid, on a piece of crystal. The vicous liquid looked similar to the one from the ruptured cilinder of the Blight warrior.
That was enough for his euphoric self to crawl for it and take a lick of the blue substance like an animal. Struggling, Roberion's fadding counciouness had enough work to stop himself from eating the cristal whole.
A surge of energy like no other shocks his body, and his heart aches more than ever. His mouth mumbles something nonsensical, but even the caged Roberion mind couldn't focus on the mana assaulting his veins. [Behemoth skin] didn`t care, doing it's job, repairing itself, and healing Roberion enough so he could stand.
Roberion outside was smiling like a child receiving his favorite toy, but inside only dread assaulted him. The null used all his slivers of conscience to propel him forward, forgetting his wounds. He needed to end the fight now; they needed to continue their offense.
Xenn is wounded on the ground, getting back slowly; one of his insect legs broke off of him, just lying a few centimeters from where he was; the other legs were all battered and cut. As for the orc, the creature's left hand was holding the stump that was his right arm.
But worse of all, the Blight warrior was holding a strange vial, swiftly directing it to his open mouth. Roberion knew deep in him that if the warrior drank that substance, it would be the end.