A storm of energy bolts struck him in response to that, and Sam was lifted off his feet, landing heavily twenty feet away. The attack had scorched his skin, but had not done much more. Sam was beyond what he should have been for his level, and it felt as if he was a god among mortals as he charged his enemies once more. None of these aliens could stand up to him in an honest fight, and although he was taking damage, he would still be able to take out enough of them to level up, which would repair himself. As of now, that seemed to be the only option here. There were so many walking bags of essence here that Sam knew he would be able to gain power at a rapid rate if he used them all effectively.
The aliens were all in the low fifties in level, which put them in F Rank, but not especially highly. In addition, their power sets seemed to be greatly homogenized, as if their leaders had discovered some way to forcibly raise units of soldiers rather than individuals in power. So far, none of them had said anything to Sam, which was strange. Either they were very well trained, or they were more like robots than people, made simply for the purpose of fighting.
Sam rushed forwards, ducking under a few beams of power, and reached a nearby knot of aliens, lashing into them with his hammer.He batted aside their efforts to strike him with their melee weapons, and killed them one by one. All around him, the aliens were beginning to draw in closer, trying to keep him hemmed in so that they would land a few telling hits. The strikes began to come in more rapidly, and in response Sam began to let the limiters on his power loose.
First was the searing power of his Fiery Justice skill, which sent energy rushing up and down his body, empowering him beyond his normal limits. He roared in furious ecstasy, and started to speed up, each one of his strikes reaping a life. Next came Girdings of the Arbiter, allowing him to enact pinpoint control of his limbs, allowing them to move faster than they could move in reality. This synced with his martial skill, allowing him to act like some unstoppable juggernaut of battle, reversing his strikes on the drop of a hat in order to do as much damage as possible.
Finally came the power of his armor, which transformed him into a fully fledged god of battle. For the next few minutes, Sam was unstoppable, reaping a path of utter destruction through his foes. The aliens began to break before his charge, trying to escape back to the wider battle. Despite the devastation that Sam was causing, this little fight was barely a speck on the wider scale of the battle, and barely any of the aliens even noticed it, which meant that he was not being overrun.
However, this could not last forever, and it finally ended, as a streak of blinding light shot down from one of the ships hovering in the atmosphere, and landed in front of Sam. The ground melted with the sheer heat of the strike, turning to glass a moment later. Sam was torn off his feet, and thrown high up into the air, his skin sizzling beneath his armor.
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Sam roared in anger and pain, and righted himself, aligning his feet for landing. He smashed down amid the remnants of the aliens that he had been fighting, many of whom had died from the orbital strike. Sam tore into them in a vicious frenzy, his Dao forcing his strikes to their maximum potential. He was an avatar of anger and justice, and he would have his revenge.
For the briefest of moments, he felt a connection to a higher concept, a connection that quickly disappeared. As he finished off the last of the remaining aliens, enough essence entered him to grant him another level. His wounds healed over, and he felt new power entering his body, coursing through his veins.
Sam grinned at the legions of aliens fighting and dying in his vicinity, and he prepared to carve a bloody swathe through their numbers. However, it seemed that his little brawl had attracted the attention of some of the higher ups among the alien ranks. Three of the lizard people, all of whom stood at least nine feet in height, were racing towards Sam, their forms clad in heavy armor. All of them read as being around level seventy to his analysis skill, which was quite concerning. However, Sam was confident enough in his power not to be too perturbed.
He stood his ground and planted his feet, ready to respond to any attack that could come his way. All three of the lizards were wielding massive club-like swords that were longer than they were tall. The edges were dull, but that hardly mattered, what with their incredible size. Those were weapons that were made to crush bones and pulverize flesh, not cut through it cleanly.
As the reptiles approached, Sam started to send his mana and Dao energy into his mace, preparing his Justice is Best Served Cold skill. As the aliens came within fifty feet of him, Sam pushed off the ground, and sped forwards, surprising the aliens with his speed. He crossed the distance in seconds, and he was not even going at his full capacity, wanting to have time to build up power with his strike.
Sam brought his hammer above his head, and as he reached the aliens, he brought it down, slamming it into the leading alien. The alien raised its sword, using it as a shield to block with. Sam bunched his muscles, and slammed the mace into the sword, causing the alien’s knees to buckle. The man’s allies quickly picked up the slack however, clearly well trained in fighting alongside their allies. Their sword slammed together in front of Sam, only narrowly avoided at the last moment by a quick leap backwards on his behalf. He stood there for a moment, staring at his opponents. They stared back.
“Who in the name of the Ancestors are you, interloper?”
The alien in the center said to Sam, his voice confused. It was a lot higher pitched than Sam and was expecting, sounding more like the voice of an office worker than a warrior of such significant stature. Rather than laughing however, Sam responded with similar grace.
“I didn't come here to fight with your people, or with your enemy, but if you threaten me, I am happy to reciprocate. I only wish to leave this battlefield, and find my mentor, who is supposed to be waiting for me here.”
This was clearly the wrong move, as the reptile man spat to the side in utter rage
“So you are one of the bastards from the so-called Multiverse then? I will slaughter you eagerly for what your kind did to my brothers!” The alien roared, before charging Sam, flanked by his two companions.