Sam laughed out loud as he landed among the alien army, in a crater of blood and devastation. The head of his mace spoke loud and clear for him, leaving trails of carnage where it went. His Dao was crystal clear upon this course of action, and he would not deny it. These people had come here to ransack his planet, kill its people, and despoil its image. Sam would not stand for that.
He locked eyes with the enemy general, who smirked at Sam. Before Sam could do anything, the man jumped up into the air, landing on a small floating disk. It streaked off into the sky, vanishing shortly afterwards. Sam was dumbstruck by what he had just seen. Could it have been that the demonic man had been scared of them? No, that was not it. For this to be the entire invasion force seemed quite unlikely to Sam. He doubted that Tantalos would allow just anyone into his universe after all, no matter what the System might espouse. If Sam was to make a guess, he would say that only the factions that could strongarm Tantalos into caving into their demands were being allowed to send troops in, and they were limited in the power of said troops. Still, this was probably only the tip of the iceberg in relation to how many invaders had arrived on Earth. This was most likely a way to test the power of Sam’s faction. Well, he would not hold back.
This entire time, Sam had been casually eviscerating and pulping aliens left and right, causing streams of exotically colored blood and flesh to fly everywhere. His mace acted like a scythe as it reaped the souls of these pitifully weak opponents. They were all over level 30, but compared to an elite like Sam, they were like infants, if not even less.
“Well come on then, you pieces of shit!” Sam screamed, fielding his aura for the first time. It exploded out of him like a tidal wave of red energy, causing some of the weaker enemies to seize up with pure terror. Behind him, his captains who had entered the fray followed suit, and a wall of solid aura force merged together, washing over the enemy ranks. Some of them tried to flee then and there, but were stopped by the recalcitrant lines standing behind them. With a grim smile, Sam advanced.
Behind him he heard the Bear roar as he transformed into his suit of rocky armor, which had grown even larger over the last few days as the man had refined it. The man whose name Sam had still not learned, although he was fairly certain that he was Pyotr Nikolevich, the name that he had seen in Berrigious’ office, bounded forwards and smashed his rock covered fist into the the ground, causing a wave of earth to ripple outwards. Eduardo leaped forwards, and slashed out with his rapier, bisecting dozens of fighters in one go. The gap in power between Sam’s elites and the enemy fighters was almost scary. However, it was not to last. More powerful aliens, each looking like some sort of leader figure, charged forwards, and engaged the captains in battle. Eduardo was matched up with a lithe alien who wielded a multi tailed flail, which was not ideal to face with a rapier. Sam still had faith in the man however. The Bear was bowled over by a stocky brute who had four arms, each of which was covered in metal armor that had spikes on the knuckles.
Some of the captains had not reached the battlefield yet, and some of them were fighting from the battlements, raining down spells and elemental attacks on the enemies. Solitaire was surrounded by a cloud of floating cards that he would send flying out every few seconds. The effects were far weaker than the ones that he had used during his fight in the tournament, but they were far more rapid, and they did not drain him. Because of these cards, interesting effects came to life around the battlefield, creating small mushroom clouds of fire, strange constructions of light and metal, and even objects that looked like life force siphons that absorbed red energy from nearby aliens, and then detonated with the force of a small bomb. Strangely enough, nobody tried to attack Sam. They all knew him for what he was, and the only person who could have stood against him was the F Rank warrior who had fled earlier.
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Sam was left to his own devices, and he looked around the battlefield for the most pressing threat. Noting that the behemoth ogres were battering the walls, Sam began running towards the nearest one. As it saw him coming, it let out a dull roar, swinging down with one mighty fist. It came slowly, allowing Sam to dodge it, but when it landed the earth shook and a crater was formed beneath it. Sam jumped up onto its arm, and ran up the limb, smiling as he saw the look of puzzlement that slowly came over the ogre. Sam leaped up as the ogre swatted at him with its free hand, using the limb as a springboard to get to its head. Sam hovered in the air above the ogre for a moment, and then he brought his mace down with him as gravity took hold. The ogre’s neck telescoped into itself, and cracks spread out from where its feet touched the ground. Blood spurted out from its shattered vertebrae, and it fell backwards slowly, looking up at Sam with a slack jawed expression. He jumped off at the last moment, and started running towards the next ogre. He was confident in his captains’ ability to defend themselves without him.
The next behemoth was slamming its fists into one of the gates, and small cracks were spreading across it. Sam gritted his teeth and redoubled his pace, streaking across the ground. By the time that he reached the ogre, he was a blur of motion, and the hundreds of aliens surrounding him looked as if they were standing still. There was truly no comparison between Sam and the aliens. He could have dismantled the entire army by himself, or at least a large fraction of it.
Sam pulled his mace back, and then smashed it into the ogre’s right leg as he came barreling in. All of his momentum was transferred into his mace, and the ogre’s leg exploded outwards. It fell sideways, grunting, and Sam jumped up into the air, flipping multiple times as he rose, and then bringing down his mace onto the ogre’s head. The head exploded like a ripe melon, showering the ground with gore. The nearby aliens shouted in alarm and started running. They were weak enough to view the ogre as an insurmountable threat. For Sam to have casually dealt with it like that would mean that they were even further above them. Sam sent a wave of aura pressure after them, and their pace redoubled. Being strong was very fun. Right now the only real threats were the ogres and the enemy leaders.
A rain of turret fire streaked over his head as he ran, impacting the aliens. By this point it was basically just a slaughter. A few of the weaker faction members had left the bounds of the compound, and were now harrying the disorganized soldiers as they ran. This was like a goldmine of essence for lower leveled fighters. Sam would probably not even gain a single level from this, but the level 30s and lower would probably be able to gain multiple levels.
Sam’s mace glowed as he filled it with his Dao energy, and his next target, another ogre, only had a moment to look up before its skull was caved in by Sam’s mace. His good mood was starting to vanish at this point. None of these enemies were a good challenge for him, and all that was happening was that he was wasting his time mopping them up. He slowly came to realize that seeing his brutal slaughter of these weaker enemies as a good thing was a path that gradually sloped down into the darker recesses of sin. No, he could take pleasure in slaying the wicked, but he should not extend that to being stronger than his enemies. He did not want to end up like Berrigious, or even Tantalos, completely filled with such a sense of superiority that others were just tools, or even worse, sources of power. Sam’s Dao might evolve in the future, far past his current one, but the nuggets of truth that were contained within the concept of Justice would be ones that stuck with him forever. The Multiverse was stuck in an endless cycle of pain and suffering because of the depredations of the powerful. Seeing as nobody else seemed up to the task, Sam would be the one who cleansed it.