I celebrated my new worth tossing down iced jack and wolfing down medium rare steaks pan fried with garlic salt, montreal spicy steak seasoning and a good dash of curry power on both sides. Cooked at medium hot to sear boths sides, flip over one last time and turn off the heat. Let it cool off a bit and take out the steaks, drain off any excess oil and plop in fresh rice to soak up all that delicious cooked curry on the frying pan.
The cooks hired for the occasion were mortified as I cooked my own meal, with spiritual cooking, the steaks and rice was perfect tasty and tender. The amazing good smell filled the kitchen as I mix the rice with the burnt curry and waiting for my divine sense tells me the steaks are done resting. I then place the three ribeye steaks on a platter and the curry rice on another. Thanked the kitchen staff and head back to the dinner hall, along with the various people that had followed me into the kitchen to see what I was up to.
Having been invited to dine with the ukrainian high command as we discuss what next steps to take and wanted my support. My people had magically adhered a camo pattern on top of my black plasmetal battlesuit so I would not stand out too much among the simular camoed diners. Actually, I was wearing the new official ukrainian camo pattern now sold in underworld arms.
With my ukrainian follower's approval, the combat rig had only two holders for two three hundred round clips sitting low left of the belly button. Crossing from left to right waist is a six special tube pockets for buzzbombs. On the belt left of the clip was two one pound water bottles that been void spaced to hold ten gallons each with a layer to purify the water. Another layer to make the water ice cold, with the dial controls on the cap, the more blue you see, the colder the water will be. On the right was for a side weapon or support pouch. On the top right chest was a pocket for a military restriction communication panel.
The ten pound backpack is due to being an ergonomic armored box. Which offers additional protection for the soldier's back. The backpack had a void storage space of one cubic meter, allowing a soldier to pack considerable amount of ammo, secondary weapon and supplies. Underworld military gears now offered the new magically scripted ukrianian camo and combat rig, and selling like hotcakes to the western world. Having six buzzbombs proved how much the ukrianian soldiers love underworld explosives toys.
The world had seen me slowly update the ukrainians that follow me since the start of the war. So after my nightly discussions on what soldiers wanted, I informed my people and they redesigned a ukrainian combat rig, with new cammo pattern exclusive for the new combat rig. So when my ukrainians friends was seem putting on the new gears, many militaries was shock at the greymetal full torso scale armor worn under the custom army uniform and combat rig.
The golden medieval style armor provide excellent protection, but most importantly provide flexibility that full plates did not. Any soldier wearing underworld battlegear was basically bulletproof up to fifty calibers and beyond.
Plate armor is just too ridged for me to feel comfortable in, so scaled armor undercoat gave the maximum freedom of movement with plate protection. The two inch wide plates with pointed bottoms are staggered for maximum protection, as any bullet or fragment has to penetrate two of these small plates of greymetal that was created to stop tiny metorites from damaging the new starships being built by nato.
Greymetal was the name finally given to the fully science made metal I introduce to the world for space craft hulls. But, it could also use to make full torso scale armor that protects the front, sides, and back. Plus the top of the shoulders. There is an upgrade kit that nets you shoulder pads, thigh plates, and elbow and knee guards. Most importantly, a helmet can be purchase with restriction panel hud display.
With a thought, my mouth piece unclips so I can eat and drink without a problem. Proving I can one up disney's mandalorian's keep your face hidden night watching. I get queer looks, but no one says anything. Evolved habits is not something mortals need to understand. I had already told the ukrainian high command I was not going to give a speech, and that I was here to drink a bottle of jack and eat some medium rare curried steaks. I invited my wives, but none of them wanted to dine with a bunch of stuffy old men.
They all knew I was leaving the war soon for personal reasons and so wanted to discuss what help underworld corporation will have while I was away. I discussed bahkmut and promised to sell them riot shields make out of magical force field, and with restriction to create a porthole where the soldier can shoot out of.
Roughly a meter square of magical force protection and an adjustable porthole that can change in size and location. In fact you have to install a special strip that allows the porthole to follow the movement of your barrel, so you no longer need to crane your weapon around to get off an angled shot. Once a shield is anchored in place, a combat buddy of yours can join in on the protection and if outfitted with that special barrel strip. Can create his own porthole and shoot with the full protection of the barrier.
The ukainians are using four man team per combat shield, two to shoot while kneeling, and two crouching low to shooting over their heads. Four tiny portholes with barrels of assault rifles sticking marring the nearly crystal clear force barrier. Holding bahkmut to bleed the orks would be easy to do. Plus, I promised regeneration staves to keep the soldiers alive.
In the end I promise zelenski thirty percent off all underworld arms why he stays in office. After that, ukraine has been pushing a lions share of foreign military aid my way to purchase underworld arms weekly production. Since ukraine was given priority, no other nations was able to purchase underworld arms military hardware as they were always sold out.
Many militaries around the world were getting jelly that ukraine was buying up all the underworld arms each week. Until underworld arms announced a new production facility was finally been completed that will provide it's production for other western nations. Western militaries celebrated the unexpected windfall coming from new production line and greedily pre purchase the limit that was allowed. The eastern and neutral nations could only salivate at the military systems they could not buy. Though, I did sell to a few of my favorite nations.
Since I grew up as an american, I have always seen israel and japan as allies. As such tokyo and jerusalem trade towers was with first group of thirty trade towers built. Which means they have a considerable amount of underworld arms purchase already.
My The Reaper has Arrived battlecam was young master age or older lock, which meant only restriction panel users that were fifteen or older could watch it. Though pixelated copies made it to the real world to shock the world that someone using underworld gears was fighting in ukraine since day one. My daily battlecam footage, from the moment I activite my helmet battlecam after stepping into the real world and until I turn if off before stepping back into my subspace. No editing, just a live stream of my life in ukraine as I made war with the orks. My profile showed that I had only turn fifteen recently as I had listed my birthday.
This of coursed shocked all the young masters of the world, they were all practicing in the battle rankings, while I was in war killing orkian evolved effortlessly. My battle rankings shot directly into the master's ranking as I take over the ranking of the ork evolved I kill in battle. Those who witness my spiritual fire that pour out of my pointing fingers like a flame thrower turning the orkian evolved ice expert into ashes. Soldiers that witness my fire attack first hand, say my spiritual fire fills the air that make you feel like you are going to burn to ashes if you do not escape quickly.
Mortals within thirty meters flee terrifying for their lives as soon as I loose a bit of my primal daofire into the tips of my right fingers. I knew mortals to flee the instant I start using one of my spiritual fires. since I did not want to incinerated any ukrainians by accident. Fortuneately I void step forward, so the friendly ukrainians only shuffled back in amazement at the horrifying fire I was exposing for both sides to witness.
The orkian evolved bounty hunter team froze in the tracks, along with the thousand ranged troops they brought to help crack open my personal shield. Knowing my ukrainian friends are safely backing away, I did a casual karate chop pointing at my body snatchers and cut loose with a qi blast that smashing down the ten man bounty team and instantly turn them into a pulpy mash.
None of them had any particular strong defense for their soul, so the spiritual fire promptly cut loose their bounds to mortal flesh and sent them on their way to the after life as their souls enter the cycle of reincarnation. The spiritual fire did no stop there, it turn to ash a good portion of the ork troops sniping away at me. The few survivior prompt turn tail and fled for their lives.
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I once met a ukrainian youth my age who joined because of me and ask how I can wage war and still act normally every morning. Everyone knew about my subspace and knew the time difference made my mind decades olders but I know that was not what he was asking. But I could not tell him I was a cultivator with a soul brand that I can infuse memories into so I can drag along those memories though the reincarnation cycle and be reborn with them.
So I told him one of my secrets and said "I believe in Lord Death, who is neither a good or evil god, but a god of balance who makes sure souls enter the reincarnation cycle when the time comes. As a believer and actually experiencing the reincarnation cycle many times. For me killing is just pushing their soul a bit early into their next cycle of life, by spending the same amount of time living in the underworld earning merit points to purchase your next rebirth with a clean memory wipe."
I finish my morning coffee and left the young man to stew over my words. I waved to a few ukrainians that followed me on their transports and we joined the battle on the eastern front at the end of the first week of april. My wives were waiting in their own battlegears along with our bodyguards, they had their mouth pieces unhooked. So I do the expected and give each a nice long kiss of see you later.
Since me and my wives had not showed our faces in public during the war, no one who we are with our helmets on. Once the morning goodbyes were finish, I replace the mouth guard and led the ukrainian friends that have choosen to follow me since the start of the war. When we get back to camp, my wives would come out and heal everyone and raise protective barriers so we can rest in peace.
The ukrainians quickly learn to use the regenerating field the extends ten meters from the barrier. The wounded shuffled in droves and march away a stick of time later. Ambulences brought in wounded from the surrounding area, having learn of the benefits north of kyiv. So my arrival brought relief to thousands of ukrainians fighting in the eastern front.
Since every camp was left active the regeneration field that was tied to a two meter staff planted in the ground. They were told the staff has enough energy to last a month, the standard magical enchantment for extending duration for military affairs. Since it was a staff, the ukrainians move the staves to military medical centers behind their battle lines.
Dying ukrainians found themselves being hussled out to regeration zone for new arrivals an insense of time later. The befuddled, but gloriusly happy, the healthy soldiers march into waiting transports and stand once more with their platoon mates. Who jokingly hazzed them like zombies return from the dead. With thirty healing staves available from my northern campaign, ukrainian medics were taking full advantage of the healing staves my wives make each morning.
When a soldier suddenly screamed "Medic!" Every healing soldier and medic looked his way. He was waving his fingers and said "Look, my fingers grew back!" The medic promptly experimented and found out within the first ten meters of the staff, the healing effect was much stronger and can regenerate lost limbs at a rate of ten pounds of flesh per stick of time.
Ten of thousands of disabled veterans volunteered to rejoin the army if they can get their limbs back. Three staves were donated each month to restore civilian limbs lost in the war. With my suggestion, many people around the world was invited to get their limbs regenerated for a war donation. Which meant another regeneration staff was used to help with my new way to acquire foreign aid for ukraine.
Mister zelenski laughed his ass off at my suggestion and thought of using more than one staff to bring in more war funds. I just looked at him said after the war you will have thirty regeneration staves to make money to pay off your debts. But now, pay attention to your people, especially your soldiers. That means twenty seven staves go keep your army healthy so they can keep on fighting.
I had reduce ukrainian causualties to just the dead, as their was no longer any wounded or disabled soldiers. This had increased moral greatly, the soldiers knew if they can make it to a medical center, they are guaranteed a healthy return. The litany among the officers to their soldiers was you can get yourself wounded, but do not get yourself killed! The medics cant help you with that!
Since I was always moving south, the ukrainians had learn to shift some of their wounded to the new morning camp site. I would step out of the mrap vehicle I was given to anchor my portal too, I did not think it was necessary to waste an armored vehicle for me. But my ukrainians followers were so happy to ride the thing, I just could not turn it down.
Later I found out the americans ask the ukrainians to give the command and control version to me. I jokingly checked for booby traps and found none, though the ukrainian representive was sweating bullets at my jest. The communication suite on the mrap was especially encrypted to talk to nato military command. I promptly decide not to call them, since this war was personal, and did not want any back seat adult advice. No doubt my former army commanders wanted a talk.
An early war follower from the northern counterattack sudden arrived. Having reenlisted after having his leg regenerated and promptly sought me out to thank me. An orc grenade had destroy his left leg early in the war before my wives decided to setup their morning camp as I have my morning hot chocolate coffee as I listen in on the war news the officers were now able to hand out each morning. Two scoops of hot chocolate, two scoops of coffee mate, a long squirt of chocolate syrup and extra strong coffee to melt the stuff into a great morning hot drink.
Since I do my own things, but I still like to know what my ukrainian friends were up to so I wont get in their way. At least I know where they could use some mine clearing, so I randomly shoot off seismic micro missile clearing thirty meter areas of minefields as satalites and drones gives me a birdseye targeting. Making sure to include ukrainian operation areas by accident, with my thirty mile range, the orks believe it's my morning general bombardment and begin panicking. At least they knew where this morning I was attacking at, I'm sure the orks to my far flanks sigh with relief as I hit their guys between them.
This morning I find myself walking past a burnt out small factory, it steel smoke stack leaning toward the orkian lines. That gave me pause as a smile crept up my face as I promptly head over to the smoke stack with my possie and one with a new leg in tow. It was still straight and rather big, like a meter or so wide, which made me give off a truely evil grin.
Something my possie of ukrainians knew all too well, I was about to get crazy again and when they realize how big the smoke stack was. They began following me to a T, and start grinning too. With qi grip I grab the steel smokestack and lift it in the air and give it a good shake, freeing it of some of the buildings debris.
They had seen me lift up tanks what they thought was telekinesis to create a truely monsterous iron golem in the shape of an gigantic tank make up of about a score of tanks to create. Then create new magic ammoed turrets out of the metal of other scapped vehicles. A dozen turrets and fifty machine guns were attached and was sent to wreck havoc on the orish covoy that extended to who knows where in orkia.
One night I sent a company of t-one hundred skinless terminators with mini guns viraled the world out of control. The anti artificial intelligence freaks began their end of the world fantasies to scare the foolish. While the rest of the western world watched in stunned awe as terminators exterminated a small section of the orkian frontlines. Wizards around the world saw the terminators as advance contructs or advance golems far beyond their ability to recreate.
Enchanters thoughout the world by this point was shocked to their core with my magical inscriptions, and now my war puppets with it advance magic and restrictions took the dreams of another two fields of magic. They flock to underworld trade towers hoping to apprentice themselves to learn the new magic they always dreamed of. Not the basic magic of plus ones and twos, and an occasional rare three for enchantments. Something the role playing gamers the the world despise for wasting their time, were used to having my advance techniques on their computers and console games.
Special skills, special attacks, enhancing jewels, set skills, just to support the added effects that magical inscription system uses. Now showcasing the terminators, I drew in new apprentices from the construct school and golem sub branch. This of course shocked the rest of the schools to wonder what other advance magic I know.
But most importantly, every mage saw my battle magic in ukraine, and it terrified each and every mage in the world to do their best never to get on my bad side. The orkish mages were all crying on their homepage "It's not fair, we have to beat this genius brat?" And it's many variations, I had already slaughter every mage that dare challenge me in magical duel.
After all, how does a plus three magical defense handle a doombolt with added effect criticial hit for an undodgable attack. Then pour my entire mana bank pool into the added effect extra damage to maxed out? Their defensive enchantment will remove three points from the maximum damage taken is a joke, I truely laugh at their suicidal nature.
I turn them all into ash in an instant with a single lightningbolt with enough power kill some one with nine lives. So what if they make their saving throw and take half damage, that is still four and half lives of overkill power hitting them. The orkish mages knew what would happen if they dare challenge me, they would to be turn to ash in an instant. If they make their saving throws, that mean that die in pain for two instance of time. Better off not making a saving throw...
All the mages in the world realize being friendly as possible was the only way to avoid such a fate, while cursing the lucky three schools already at my gate ready to sell their souls for advance magical knowledge.
All mages wanted to learn my battle magic, but for mages it is offensive to ask to learn someone's secret battle magic spells. So no one dare to ask as none of them wanted to turned into a pile of ash. Mages are not stupid, our best stat is our intelligence after all. So they all knew the outcome of reaching my bottom line.