"Alright, but first, you didn't say where your clone was, Cerulean Baroness. If she could help me like the parasite did, like increase my reflex, make me do calculations like a supercomputer, or something like that, that would be useful for sure."
"… I actually don't know, but she probably can't. You know how hard it is to imprint data on organic matter?! I had to make some sacrifices. Her knowledge and information will be lower, but enough to work with, at least in the beginning. The most sensitive information is in her as well; obviously, she won't say everything to someone as oblivious as you. As you grow, she will grow too, so get stronger, and she will as well. She can't help you now; she is still trying to control the parasite and her new vessel."
Roberion scratches his nape and says, "Dunno if that will be good or bad. Anyway, how much—"
The Cerulean Baroness interrupts him, "Prepare yourself. We will encounter our first enemies just ahead, most of them normal undead with a behemoth will them; not a problem, but it will only grow worse from now on."
Great, I don't even know how to use this thing. It's time to focus on it. Roberion traced the connection he had with the weapon; it was different in some ways but still similar. He felt that he could still use the previous enchantments, but with a new addition.
The changeling focused on this new enchantment soon after his mana was drained by the weapon; that wasn't the only change, though. "WHAT THE HELL?!!!"
Soon the woody flesh of the weapon started to become more malleable, with the mouths and eyes moving to Roberions left arm. Roberion got a hint of what they were going to do, and soon after he tried to guide them, even if in a brutish way, to his right arm. I can't see anything with my left eye; stupid dumb weapon.
His arm looked to start being absorbed by the Jubilant Choir, with the exception of his hand, which just got on the trigger of the weapon. With his arm encased, Roberion looked more like a mix of a mutant and a cyborg, with a cannon fused to it.
"I don't see myself moving much with this thing. At least it's a little easier to carry—not that much, though. And here it is: I can feel the [Plasmatic Hell] enchantment…and only it, damn. It could have a new type of shot or something."
The Ceruelean baroness, who was silent, only observing everything happening, spoke to Roberion, "There is something wrong with your mana. Wait a second."
Roberion started to be enveloped by a normal light, not the purple one he had received when healed during the trial. This one, he felt, was more gentle, more technical; he didn't know how to describe it; the only thing he knew was that they were for sure different in more than just their appearance.
Soon the light faded. "I have good and bad news. The good news is that you received a blessing from the primordial existence you met; the bad news is that it is only a temporary one. And when I say temporary, I mean it; it will elapse before we reach the teleporter. It seems your body is rejecting it."
Damn, wait, could it be the work of the [The Shattering] enchantment that was on the die? Does that mean that I can't get a blessing from the primordial god? If that is true, it kind of stinks, but what can I do anyway?! This seems like the perfect time to train how to use this weapon.
"Fine. I will keep that in mind", Roberion said, looking at the wide tunnel. This place seemed less like the old architecture and more modern; all the walls, floors, and ceilings had a metallic aspect. It was all astonishingly clean, much different from the places he traveled with Shade; there wasn't any blood or bodies. I wonder where that giant is. Wait, what if she recognizes me and tries to catch me or kill me?! Roberion soon after took out a knitted cap from his magic bag that only had a big hole for his eyes; it looked like what a ninja would use, but the vibrant golden color was anything but stealthy.
The changeling had some problems to put in his head with only one hand, but soon after he succeeded, just in time for him to look at the first group of undead that showed up. One of The Gentlemen dashed forward, sword in hand, a magical sheen enveloping it. Appearing like a god of war, the brute sliced the undead with impunity, their meager attempt at retaliation being utterly innefective.
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That soon became the rotine, with each group of undead being destroyed easily. Sometimes The Gentlemen changed places, the old ones deactivating the enchantment of the weapon. No one of the brutes carrying the rifles made one shot, just letting the ones carrying the sword do their work.
Roberion didn't feel the need to shoot either. Just looking straight ahead. The chances of him hitting The Gentlemen weren't big if he shot before their mad dash. But even as spacious as it was, he couldn't be sure he wouldn't. Better than training is having these guys as their most optimal, especially when the behemoths start showing up.
As luck had it, in a couple of minutes, the first behemoth showed up. The Ceruelean Baroness seemed to know when they would show; there was already a team of uniformed brutes walking ahead. She didn't seem to take any chances; one of them was even carrying a heavy shield; Roberion didn't know where the guys got one; the other two had rifles; and the three others had a sword in hand.
Now it's worth a shot, at least. "Tell you guys to give me some space; I will shoot", Roberion said, getting a nod from the hologram. Focusing on the enchantment, soon his mana was drawn into the weapon, trying to remember how it felt and how much he needed to get a high-tier VII shot. Trying to remember how much mana he lost didn't seem to work; as soon as the mana vanished, a new one was replenished by the surprising blessing of Ostojpurulo.
He triggered the weapon, like someone who felt the balloon he was filling with air was soon exploding. The process happened the same as before when the Hellish Plasmas Cannon wasn't fused with the Jubilant Choir. There was only a difference.
"Oooooohhhhh, Ooooohhhhh…"
"Why does this cursed weapon need to make these weird sounds while I shoot? As if the blue glow wasn't enough—", as Roberion gumbled, the gun shot.
The shot was the same as before, with the plasma orb traveling quickly. Roberion's aim was worse than he hoped, but the strength of the weapon didn't disappoint. Shocking against the left leg of the Behemoth, its calve was completely gone, and the rest of his leg was damaged. But soon, the monstrous regeneration of the creature kicked in, with the bones and muscles already starting to heal.
The Gentlemen didn't wait for him to get up. Soon after, the two with the rifles shot up, right on the behemoth head. The head of the being exploded. The brute marksmen are already recharging their rifles. It seems they are single-shot rifles, figures.
Next, the brute warriors activated some properties of their swords; an incandescent blueish sheen shone from the blades. They hacked at the head and neck of the Behemoth without any sign of pity, restraint, or exhaustion. A couple of seconds later, the behemoth fell into its headless body without any signal of life.
How I wish all the battles were like that, but I can't ever have what I wish, right?
Lucky for Roberion, that was just what happened; traveling around the tunnel, the number of behemoths was lower. Weirdly, most of the behemoths that showed up seemed to go in the same direction he was going, only stopping when they found Roberion's group, obviously trying to kill them on sight.
Roberion caught sight of two cases where the behemoths left the side tunnels only to start running in this expansive tunnel. Where they were going, he didn't have any idea, but he knew just who could tell him why.
"So, Cerulean Baroness, would you please tell me why these guys seem to go in the same direction as us?"
The hologram didn't respond immediately; a couple of seconds later, she says, "There is a commotion in the central area we are going to. The Blight Squad is fighting its way out. Not to the teleporter; they don't know it's working; I wasted so many resources to bring it online; you don't have an idea; it wasn't easy doing it furtively either. Anyway, they are trying to reach the side exits to the surface. They won't be a problem; when we reach there, they will already be gone—the living ones, that is."
"So it's all good, right? They will keep the attention of the behemoths while we go our way, right?", Roberion asked, hopeful.
"Not exactly; the number of behemoths following them isn't low. They overlocked the power armors to be faster than the behemoths; it will be enough to distract most of them, but not all. There are too many."
"Damn, now we are fucked, aren't we?", Roberion looked around. Even though The Gentlemen were strong, especially when working in teams, fighting the behemoths on one seemed impossible.
The hologram answered with a small smile, "Not exactly some reinforcement will show up, and as I already said, what we need is to get to the teleporter; it doesn't mean we need to kill all behemoths in the way."
"Yes, right, and I'm moving in a racing car right now. How can we all run from them?", Roberion asked, confused.
"You know how. We will use the behemoths as a distraction and let them kill as many behemoths as they can. Your shots probably won't make that much of a difference, but do your part anyway."
change in the decoration; hold yourself, because it will be a crazy ride."