Chapter 140: Chapter 135

Doofus barked, and half the alien mercenaries ran as the other half bounced against the walls. Their armor let out a hollow mechanical sound as they hit, and each of them was back on their feet as they landed, seemingly unharmed.

A fireball seared through the air between us, striking the Wizards invisible wall and exploding in a wave of heat and light. Breach roared and stomped on the mech’s arm, pinning it while he tried to claw into the smoking helmet and get to Phyllis.

Doofus leapt past with a harsh snarl, latching onto one of the mercenaries and dragging him to the ground. The others turned and began firing on my dog. His shield lit up as he tore into the mercenary on the ground, using his teeth to find the weaknesses in the armors neck.

I roared in pain and raised myself onto my fists. With a few quick motions, I dragged my body to the line of firing mercenaries and started grabbing at their limbs. I squeezed and crushed, using my fists to hammer their chest plates and helmets as they went down. None of them were enhanced with extra strength. I was.

Within seconds, the squad was dead. Doofus and I were covered in green blood, and he glanced at me as my legs healed and I worked to stand.

A button of light appeared on the ground, and he said, “Pack!” Another button appeared next to it, and he hit them both in quick succession. “I love my pack!”

Then he turned and barked at the mordren, Breach. He and Phyllis were still grappling, and Doofus’ sonic blast rocked the mordren from his position atop the mech but did not dislodge him.

Breach’s claws extended, screaming against the thick metal of Phyliss’ armor, and he bared his teeth at me over his shoulder.

“Give it up, Breach. I already have Garthrust’s mortblock. Arizona will be mine, and if you stop trying to hurt my friends, there may be a place for you here,” I growled, crouching low.

“Oh, end this, Breach. Get me that slob’s mortblock back, won’t you?” the Wizard said from the other side of his barrier. “I told the Nu-Earth board not to trust him with one.”

The Wizard sounded more annoyed than upset, and I spared him a glance. He was seated in one of the remaining conference chairs, pajama covered legs crossed and gently bouncing.

Flames appeared behind the mordren’s teeth, and Breach turned to suddenly breath fire down on Phyllis’ head. The suit’s metal quickly began to glow, first orange than bright red. She tried to raise her weapon arm, but he had it locked in place with diamond hard claws and massive physical strength.

Doofus latched onto his tail, snarling and growling as his teeth punched between scales and into the mordren’s flesh. Breach roared in pain, washing the ceiling with flames, and flicked his powerful tail, hard.

Doofus sailed out the floor to ceiling window with a yelp, immediately vanishing from sight.

“NO!” I screamed, my hands clamping into fists. I leapt over the tail’s return and slammed into Breach around the waist. He caught me, bracing a leg against the wall and snarling into my face from above.

“You killed my dog,” I growled, feeling his modified strength bearing down on me. I let go with my left hand, and he immediately sunk his claws into my back. “I’m going to feed your corpse to my Sleem.”

I slammed my left hand into the mordren’s groin, activating my gauntlets atomic breaker ability. Blue light flashed from between us, and Breach’s overwhelming grip suddenly loosened. He wheezed and pushed us apart, reptilian face dropping to his crotch.

His groin, most of both thighs, and a significant portion of his hipbones fell away as dust. My gauntlets hummed and illuminated the grey coils of intestine as they pushed free. Breach grabbed at his guts and fell backwards.

Breach died with a gurgle, his official cause of death likely massive blood loss, along with internal organ loss. Most of them looked like they were on the floor between his legs. I idly thought, “I’d survive that, easy,” as I looked.

The Wizard was on his feet and flipping through his oversized, sparkling book. Light and swirls of puffy cloud emanated from it, and it floated open, in front of the Wizard, and his remaining entourage.

In the mess between the dead mordren’s legs sat another mortblock. I smiled and reached down for it, wiping some goo off and raising it to show the Wizard.

“You implanted your Mortblock in your bodyguard?” he gaped at Rova. Then, the old man blinked and frowned. “How on earth can you refresh it that way, check his colon?”

“No, I had him swallow it as a precaution when this one was brought in,” she said, her tail pointing at me. “I smelled trouble,” she growled.

“Ahh, yes, that makes more sense.” The Wizard turned and made a face at Shilara behind him. I grinned at the elf as her eye widened. He’d given away who held his mortblock too, and she now knew it. She gripped her long barreled rifle close, its chrome finish shining in the moonlight.

The mortblock spun up in my vision and when I claimed it, it filled in the rest of southern Arizona, and a small chunk of the territory formerly known as Mexico. It came to a point in the city, providing Rova with a significantly larger chunk of Prescott than Garthrust had.

Most of Arizona remained, along with a little chunk of Utah, and about sixty-five percent of Prescott itself, the thriving space port at the foot of the planets only space elevator. The Wizard owned the rest of it, and his elf bodyguard held the mortblock.

I tried to focus, but the sound Doofus had made when he fell went through my head again and I choked.

Tears forced their way out of my eyes. My hands clenched into fists and started shaking, as red clouded my vision. I didn’t even notice the tendrils working to repair my mutilated back. The elevator’s second arrival, filled with more Dearth troopers to kill, didn’t even warrant my full attention.

I merely slammed one fist into the door as I stalked past it. The doors blasted inward, flattening, and shredding the occupants before cutting through the other side of the car and wedging it in place.

Doofus had fallen. I had to kill the Wizard. Take his mortblock, make sure this was all worth something. I had to stop him from killing any more of my friends. Molls entered my mind again, her warm, writhing body wrapped around mine, and her beautiful eyes hovering above me as we sweat in motion together.

I cooled. The Nah’gh, sallow elf, and pajama bedecked Wizard on the other side of a supposedly magical barrier of nothing simply made me laugh. They were absurd. This was the power that had taken so much from me? In that moment, they looked like nothing but absurd clowns, waiting for me to punish them.

BuyMort popped up, and I quickly sunk in a few keywords. Anti-magic Helmet, to be specific. All this idiot had was expensive toys. I could afford those too, thanks to the bounty Dearth had paid me.

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A series of options floated by me, and I almost started scrolling through them. It had given me an option directly up front that cost all of my morties, somewhere north of three hundred million.

But I knew what I was about to do, and how much Dearth was about to pay me for it. So I took the most expensive option, which of course came with immediate shipping. A portal opened at my side with the now familiar fart smell of Tower’s unwashed body, and the flesh-tape factory the pod had come from.

A box warped in, and the pod remained. I tore the flesh-tape free and tossed it out the window, to flutter, a stinking butterfly over Prescott’s corpse.

The ‘helmet’ was a cloud of energy stored inside a box made of light. I passed my hands through the walls of the box, and the cloud of ‘magic’ absorbed into my palms. The BuyMort pod beamed out the containment box, before vanishing in a puff of burnt ozone.

At a thought, the helmet manifested. It oozed from my skin in rivulets of silver, which rapidly condensed, in the familiar form of my mirrored helmet. I concentrated, and a pair of striated horns rose from the pool of reflective metal.

“Phyllis?” I roared, my voice mechanically enhanced. “Are you alive?”

The mech sat upright, still smoking, and glowing orange with heat. I guess Breach had been significantly further along the path of the dragon than Drusk had managed to get. I wondered briefly if he would want to breathe fire too, before the image of my dog sailing out the window took back my mind by force.

“They killed Doofus!” I shouted, tears rolling out of my eyes to be absorbed by the helmet.

“Take down that wall!”

The old woman didn’t say anything. She trembled as she stood upright, the ceiling tiles warping and melting with the heat from her war machine. The mech set its feet, reached its gun arm forward, bracing it with the other, and opened fire.

Basketball sized blasts of red plasma hit the wall of invisible force at my side, over and over again. More machinery clamped into place behind me, and the balls of plasma changed color. Green waves of heat and force washed over the invisible wall, and it began to shrink with each blow.

Black smoke billowed, the air became scorched and hard to breathe, and my body on the side of the plasma strikes began to scorch. Phyllis was keeping them away, but everywhere was too hot on this side of the wall. I was not only taking down his wall, I was also building a nice little pocket of hell to unleash on them, full of brimstone and pain.

“There is no such thing as magic, old man!” I shouted. “And I’m going to show you that.” Thick, black smoke filled the air around me and blocked me from sight. But my vision was alive with light and clarity, thanks to my new ‘magic’ helmet. It looked and acted like an energetic nanite swarm to me, but until I could get it to Axle, I wouldn’t get a run down.

The book floating in front of him looked different, through the helmet. The world itself was mostly normal vision, I wouldn’t even know I had the thing on without the strange little additions to my vision.

A few items in the room stood out, as I ignored the waves of heat from Phyllis’ blaster. Glowed, even through obstructing items. The Wizard’s cane glowed particularly bright, primarily at the tip. A handful of small rings in his pocket also glowed. The book was a beacon of light, each letter on each page and jewel embossed in the cover had its own shade and glowed brightly.

In the light of the glow was a set of symbols, meant to look like magic runes, but suspiciously grouped like programming language.

Phyllis hit the wall with another green ball of plasma, and it collapsed entirely. Rova fell backwards with a scream as heat and black smoke washed through the other side of the room. She slithered quickly back and away, vanishing from sight.

The Wizard held his ground, a bubble of pink shielding around him flaring and sparking from the sudden rush. He could see me clearly, with glowing, ‘magically’ coded spectacles.

“Acid splash!” the Wizard shouted, waving at a page on the spellbook. A ball of liquid formed out of the air, rushing toward me. My helmet flashed, and a wave of energy blasted through it. The liquid splashed harmlessly around me as I strode toward the elf.

“Lightning bolt!” he shouted, waving at another page. A bolt of lightning arced in the open window and struck the helmet, bouncing harmlessly between the horns. I could only imagine how Axle would explain the atomic interplay between our high tech items, and smiled as I walked calmly past the Wizard, my gauntlets raised in front of me.

“Gust!” he shouted. A strong wind buffeted all around me, knocking chairs over and scattering them out the gaping window. It did nothing to me, my helmet negating his ability.

“Stop playing with nanotech, Wizard, before I hurt you,” I said, turning the mirrored surface to face him as I ignored weapons fire from the elf, Shilara. He visibly paled and stepped back from the spell book.

Shilara’s tiny packets of plasma pinged and ricocheted from my gauntlets and helmet, causing small damage notifications to appear. The interface of the helmet made them appear as bursts of red light in my vision, an almost direct mock-up of my previous helmet’s heads-up-display, just flavored with a fantasy theme.

Rova darted in from the boiling smoke around us, her tail barb stabbing rapidly, over, and over. I ignored her, the suit would handle it for me. A cloud of painkiller and fresh ‘magic’ lighting from my helmet made the darkened room glow, and the destruction around me almost seemed pretty.

Her tail rapidly plunged into my vital organs, over and over as tendrils deployed. They caught the end of her tail and sawed it clear with a harsh buzzing sound, and Rova fell away to the side, screaming and clutching at her mutilated tail. The last few inches had been truncated, and thick, white spine showed through the torn meat.

Shilara darted backward through the flaming remains of the wooden wall as a bolt of plasma scorched the space she had just inhabited. Phyllis was looking for targets in the smoke.

I stepped in front of the Wizard and plucked his spellbook from mid-air. He stabbed forward with his cane, and pink bolts of energy flew free as he shouted, “Magic missile!”

My helmet identified the forming energy in his cane and produced a counter pulse for each, dissolving each burst of energy before it could strike me.

“Lightning bolt!” he shouted, desperation in his eyes.

The helmet read the orb on his cane and redirected the channel of electrical energy it fired at me, causing it to blast harmlessly against the wall at my back.

I stepped forward and swatted the cane, sending it skittering through the smoke across the room to Phyllis. With his own spellbook, I shoved him into a high-backed leather chair.

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