This time I am moved. Hexliki used short ranged teleports as their common mode of transport on their homeworld. The surrounding sights made me think I was in one of their ice asteroid ships. These marvels of construction are mundane in nature but allow huge colonies of Hexlipods to roam the universe in stasis. The short-range teleportation made me see things in triplicate. As my vision returned to normal, I realised it was not impaired. Golden armoured warriors, as far as the eye can see. Behind them, floating like a lion's mane jellyfish, were controllers. The exchangers of Mezmer blink, giving the army a mist of fierceness. I analysed the main controller, his plumage is leadership grey.

[Rare Designed M.O.B.]

Name: Hexlik Hyrak

Rank: Cadet

Information: A 'Mechaniod or Being,' construct. The Hexlik Hyrak are powerful networked beings. They leverage their extraordinary abilities to command armies of Lesser Hexliki with an iron will. Most armies find it difficult to assault a Hexlik Army Pod.

Exp per kill: 10 000

I ran back, lifting my gun at the main controller. There is no way I can take them while the guardian of this room is alive. It’s common knowledge that Hexlisim is the central practised culture. This culture's deification of Hyraks, means that they are vulnerable to certain battlefield tactics that they would find heretical. The warriors, some following more, flanking me. I fire, the bullet speed helping my accuracy while I run. I am much faster than them as we are on land. Another advantage that doesn't help against the neck shearing blade of a Mezmers literal centimetres away.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The bullets splinter against the Hyrak’s personal shield. The shards of Tungsten round mowed down the surrounding warriors. Unnamed have yet to earn a rank and thus grouped under the general term of warrior. Switching to burst fire, kept pressure on the Hyrak while his warriors pushed me further away.

My thinking followed the teachings of Warlord Bartak, that teaches combat tactics against hierarchical command structures. In this particular instant, the nature of Hyraks to raise themselves above the battlefield and the cultural taboo against attacking them gives me a chance to cut off the head of the snake. My burst rounds ripped into the shield. I saw layers peeled off like a ripe orange and the controller twisted. A simple manoeuvre meant to use the parts of the shield not destroyed. Unlike human shield technology, Hexliki shield technology uses fractalized hard Xasers light, similar to Ion, to create shields.

I can't use full automatic mode not yet. I need the Warriors further away from him so that they won't go to Berserk when the controller dies. When a controller is killed the last orders given will always be followed. Most real controllers have a set of commands memorised that trigger when they are about to die. However, considering that this is a test, and we have detailed documentation. When I kill the controller, the warriors will go berserk.

My rifle is on its last hundred and seventy bullets. I felt that I had to risk it all. Hexlik are easy to fight without centralised control. So while I dashed backwards. I unloaded all my bullets in full automatic mode. In less than ten seconds the controller was eviscerated. There was an ear-piercing howl of sorrow as the link was severed between the warriors and the controller. They are mad with grief and start attacking each other. I picked up a golden blade from a frenzied warrior. Unlike the mad warriors, the Mezmers were frozen.

I pounced on the closest Mesmer. I also grabbed his weapon and cut it down. My war began now. The next Mezmer is already recovered and so I focused on the crazed warriors. Individual warriors cannot differentiate between species, so I am considered a warrior and the rules of combat according to their society are one on one. At a glance, I have to fight over a hundred warriors. There was no retreat for me, only clearing this room will open a path for me. I relished the chance. As I am newly powered and haven't really yet tested the limits of my new body.

A sliver warrior, in other words an honoured female, approached. For testing purposes, she will not award more experience than a normal warrior. If this was real thou, it would be a different story. Females have to fight their way to the top. Unlike males who are born in their positions.

The cephalopods made an echoing noise. Their cheers egged her on. Honour bound, she raised her sword high. She posed and created bubbles in her helmet. Due to the fact that she is normal nine feet tall for the females, I cannot out raise swords with her. Thus, I am unable to end this battle without cracked shells. She rushed me! The flecks of light in her eyes create an effect similar to a FLASHBANG!

I stuttered but my sword was raised and I swung wildly, trying to regain my vision. I had forgotten that it wasn't her attack but her introducing herself. If I remembered white meant. She is a young female unbounded, but the family colours meant nothing to me.

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Breeding Females or Hexer Queens are purple and are super rare. Even in real Hexliki society. A fighting female is often given many opportunities to earn size. Females are five times bigger and several times stronger depending on how old they are. They lead planet sized pods surrounded by a cadre of bonded mates from her most prominent pods. The popping noise she made began the actual match. I had balls of light in my vision and had to squint to make her out.

Her sword came from below. It was slower than I thought, as I am fighting. A new sense of calm sharpened my sensor. My breathing cooled, and I twisted into her personal space and cut her down. My new strength pushed my blade through her spine without any real effort. She collapsed, her body separated from vital fluids. The fight continued. The next one attacked! Doing none of the ceremonial stuff.

I would have preferred if she did so that I could take a breather in between fights. I was in for a long one and I had not eaten anything. She was much faster, her sword never stopped like a tidal wave intent on swallowing me whole. I ducked deep, knees bent. I let her momentum carry her past me. Like a leaping gazelle, I cut her in half. Nearly rolled my ankle on her collapsed body and followed through to the next one. Who was shocked and unable to move at my sudden unexpected attack. I grabbed another and used it to block the incoming attack from three golden warriors. A break in decorum would never be tolerated, but with no Hyrak. I brought them low into my pandemonium.

I twisted my arms as the flesh on my forearm mended itself from a swing I had missed. Pushing my sword through its foot. I grabbed the stuck warriors’ sword from his impressive grip. My strength is so strong that his arm came off with his sword.

I gutted the next from visor to stem, the vertical tip half of its body hung like a lobster tail. I howled! Leaped with my sword. I threw myself forward to avoid the ones that had gathered at my back. The cuts on me proved that I wasn’t tougher. I can't defend from all angles and taking four slashes to the back had me moving forward.

Our swords met and I let loose an impressive punch that ruptured a stunned warrior's visor. Its light face blinked on the ground as it died. The odd noise of it suffocating to death scared another or something as I saw it take a step back and I went straight for it. It couldn't raise its arms and I did what I had to. A satisfying pop later, I was met by three more.

These moved in unison as a trireme or traditional hunting pack. I moved back into a sword that tickled my spine and generated a head severing spasm. The pain was odd. A hit to the spine should have stopped dead, or at least had me stumbling. However, even with a sword in my spine, I moved well. I could only describe it as having lemon juice in an open wound.

I grabbed whoever poked me like a wrestler at the corner of a ring. Drove myself back and used it to stay up. And swipe at another. The trireme is far ahead, but I could kill whoever and they can't or don't. I shanked the one who I had used a walking stick with quick short thrusts separating vital equipment from the body.

We tumbled to the ground. As I couldn't extract myself from the suction cup grip. I rolled without fighting the momentum. They are not that comfortable fighting on the ground, but grappling, for now, is out of the question. One of the trireme got a tentacle around me and it squeezed.

Nothing! I can breathe my muscles tense but don't collapse under the pressure. I pulled it close, knowing another blow was coming from somewhere. My skull bashed someone as they tried to end their life on my cranium. Unfortunately, commander's bones are reinforced. A necessity to protect the symbiont system interface. His partners wailed in agony as I popped the strangler.

Rage is a powerful emotion. Uncontrolled rage is death. it leads one to make mistakes like shouting at your enemy instead of stabbing him with the pointy end. And I don't care to stop. The last member trembled. Livid he flashed every kind of profanity he could think at me. I took a breath, looked around. I was still surrounded. The bodies around were not at all as impressive as I thought. The cuts on my back and side healed themselves.

We took a few steps around one another, decorum restored. Somehow I don't mind it. This break let me step away from the fallen bodies, preparing to unleash again. I felt great not for the killing but for the strength and as far as I could tell right now, I have infinite stamina. I don't feel tired at all.

One hundred thirty-four depicted, mutilated, and exploded bodies later, I am left with the last member of the Trireme, who had taken a pseudo-leader role which allowed me to counter his simple tactics and five cadres. The gold of their armour covered up halfway into their visors. I admired the pattern design; it was really eye-catching. The hints of red meant something I have no idea about, but I grinned.

I could understand Batz for the first time today. Nothing could defeat me. At least nothing in front of me here right now. I felt everything, and I liked it. The raw extension of my sense provided a splendid landscape. I countered their movement as soon as it was thought. My mind is even greater than my strength, which never once flattered. Every cut reaped a life. My sword drenched in the lifeblood of hundreds.

The waters in their heads gushed as a cadre leapt forward to hints purple in his flick lights and smashed into a billion particles as he bounced off my blocking elbow. As I took his sword to my side. I learned that as long as they don't hit an organ. I could block with my body and that let me attack more viciously. We took a few steps back, and I smiled as he fell to the ground, the sword he left in my side sliding out faster than his blood to the ground.

I moved with absolute confidence in my power. They are weak and I am strong. I imposed myself with no need to retreat and the pseudo-leader knows. I can feel it, that slump of resignation in his shoulders and the flecks of fear in their visor.

[Rush Room Cleared]

22134 points earned!

Hexlik warriors killed 832!

Hexlik Okroe Killed 12!

Hexlik Hyrak killed 1!

[You have earned a special reward for killing the boss solo]

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Total points earned: 22 134