Chapter 2: Chicken Run

"Likewise." — Olga tilted her head in greeting, and with a second's hesitation, Chloe repeated the same gesture. — "But I'm afraid it's not evening at all, and it's not kind at all."

Now, when she looked at his face, it became clear that he was really young and handsome. A pale face with a straight nose and rather thin lips, light brown hair of medium length for a man with a bangs lowered to the right, reaching to the temple and three thin pigtails from the left temple passing over the ear. A very unusual hairstyle. Special attention is paid to his steel-colored eyes, emitting a barely noticeable bluish glow, with incomprehensible mechanical elements rotating around the pupils. Now he was looking at the two dark elves with interest, his gaze lingering on their ears. Perhaps dark elves meet him for the first time, which, however, is not a rare case. Especially after the Empire fell under the blows of monsters. Chloe also noticed that their unwitting cellmate was focusing on their ears and frowned. She hates humans, And there is definitely something to hate for.

"Yeah," — the man replied.

"It is noticeable by the situation." — He shrugged his shoulders, silently pointing to where they are now. — "If it's not too much trouble, would you answer a couple of questions?"

"Ask away. As you can see, we have plenty of free time here." — The former queen smiled sadly. — "So why not to talk to a polite person?"

"First of all, I would like to know where we are and why. You know, I am confused by the fact that I am in a cell, chained to the wall." — The guy answered queen's smile.

"The company, of course, I found pleasant, but the entourage worries me." — He tilted his head to the side and thought for a couple of seconds, staring at the floor. — "Especially since I shouldn't even be here, in fact"

"To answer this question, I need to introduce myself. Olga Discordia, now the former queen of the dark elves and the former mistress of the Dark Citadel, in whose casemates we now have the honor" — Olga grinned at these words — "to be."

"And this sullen beauty," —  a nod in the direction of Chloe, whose ears turned pink from the uncomplicated compliment said by her mistress. — "Chloe, my most loyal and devoted subject."

Than, she added a little more quietly. — "The only one who remained faithful and survived. We were betrayed, conspired with the enemy and thrown here to turn into toys for pleasure. And I don't know anything about you: both for us and for our captors, judging by their conversations, your appearance was a surprise."

"They said they found you on the stairs." —  Chloe suddenly spoke up. — "And that there were things with you that their leader was interested in."

— "Heh, now, instead of asking about the shape of your ears, i'll have to come up with a new one."

"How dare you!.." — Chloe was very outraged by this statement, but Olga prevented her from continueing, looking accusingly at her ward, from which the girl shyly looked away. — "But... he's…"

"It's not his fault he never met an elf before." — The elder elf put an end to it, crushing the younger one with authority.

"I'm sorry if I offended you." — The man apologized, slightly tilting his head. — "Your people were considered at my home only in myths and fantastic stories, and, until today, I thought the same."

"Where did you come from if they consider us fiction there?" — Chloe asked, continuing to drill the guy with a suspicious look.

"And really, from where? Your appearance does not correspond to anything that I have managed to get acquainted with in my long life." — The queen supported the question.

The man thought about it. The work of thought was clearly visible on the young face. Having decided something for himself, he nodded and spoke:

"Clone-captain of the United Armed Forces of Earth, special forces "Fenrir". Personal number: KS-00214, but brothers" — the interlocutor's face was touched by a slight smile. Olga's attentive gaze did not hide the slight nostalgia hidden behind her with a hint of sadness. — "called me Kay. Before I woke up in this cell, I was in a fight. We have a war of annihilation going on there with otherworldly intruders."

(Like our Empire once...) — A thought flashed through Olga's head. She wasn't too surprised by the man's words. The existence of other worlds has long been suspected, because the monsters that crushed her country when she was just a girl could not come from nowhere.

"People like me were created for this war. I fought on it, and I died on it." —  Meanwhile, Kay continued. — "Well, or i should be. But, for some reason, now I'm here."

He spread his hands as far as the length of the chain allowed. — "With you."

"It sounds like nonsense. You're lying" — The young elf continued to suspect.

"No, why?" — Kay shrugged his shoulders. — "It sounds like the ravings of a madman, but that's the way it is."

"The world is full of wonders." — Olga remarked, feeling curiosity light up inside her. There were so many incomprehensible terms in the guy's short speech that the information hunger of a millennial woman who had accumulated a lot of knowledge in her head and had not learned anything new for decades, raised her head in anticipation of something interesting. — "Your case is unusual, but not so unique. This fortress, for example."

"A hundred years ago, she just appeared out of nowhere, right out of the ground." — She patted the floor of the cell with her hand.

"You mean, out of the ground?" The young man's eyebrows went up in surprise. — "That is, it grew out of the blue? Like a mushroom?"

"Stupid human..." — Chloe frowned, making a disgruntled face. — "Mistress never lies, everyone knows about it!"

Olga just laughed, amused by the reaction. At least, until captors come for them, she definitely won't have to be bored.

In the same place. Ten hours later. Kay.

The sensations after waking up were strange. I felt good, even better, than before. Over the years of being a clone, I have learned to feel my body at a sufficient level, so that now I can confidently say: I have become better. It is unclear how much, but it will not be difficult for me to break the chains that bind me. It's not that I couldn't before, but now I understand that no effort will be required at all. Eye implants also began to work better, I have probably never seen such a bright and clear picture in my life, and switching to other modes of vision, I was convinced that they work more efficiently.

It's all strange. But it is not as strange as the fact that I am sitting with two representatives of the fairy-tale characters in the same cell, it is not clear where and it is not clear why. I died in Beijing, I know that for sure. How can I don't know when the last memory was a flying paw-blade in the face? However, I did not get very upset and worried. This is not the first sharp turn in my life and all the emotions and experiences ended back in the cloning capsule, where I woke up after an electric shock. Well, then the training and battles went on, so there was no time for reflection at all. I did not notice how I got involved, got used to, and even fell in love with such a life, and began to really perceive other clones as a family. I'm alive and well, and that's the most important thing.

I'm just sorry for the guys, the ones who died there with me. I hope those who managed to get into the helicopter safely reached the base. It won't be easy for them without me, but they'll manage, I'm sure of them. The only thing that surprised me was that my new life didn't start like the last time. Then I got a new body, and now I have the old one.

My cellmates were very colorful. One is a thousand—year—old person of royal blood, and the second is an experienced warrior, as well as her right hand and best friend in one person. The clothes they have... well, what they call it in Earth would be called nothing but erotic underwear. Yeah. And that's why it practically leaves no space for imagination, revealing the smooth bronze-tinged skin of the girls. Olga is the eldest of the two — a brunette with golden eyes and the figure of a real milf, that is, a huge chest no less than the fifth size, steep hips and a narrow waist, a tattoo on her stomach in the form of some complex rune, or else it is unclear what. Her hair reaches the floor when she is sitting and looks lush.

The youngest is Chloe, Olga is not inferior in any way, except for the size of her breasts. White, caramel-colored hair tied in a ponytail and red eyes. Even the fact that they look shabby: here and there you can notice small abrasions or scratches, does not prevent you from clinging to the curves of their figures. Although, frankly, I wasn't staring. In general, we got acquainted, got to talking, and I gradually found out where I was.

From the story they told, complementing each other, I learned that once the lands of the dark elves were very rich and they lived with humans in relative peace on the large continent of Eostia, competing with each other, like the USSR and the USA of the 20th century, until, at one sad moment from the north, a wave of monsters has descended, passing through them like a steel roller and turning a powerfull country into a handful of miserable cities surviving in the middle of an endless desert, and the dark elves themselves into a people who eke out a miserable existence in the shadow of their mighty neighbor. Year after year, the situation only got worse, the dark elves gradually died out, oppressed by the monsters who occupied their lands. There was no way for them to go to humans either, since only slavery was waiting for them there as well.

The monsters were not limited to elves alone, raiding human lands in order to kidnap women. As it turned out, they do not have their own females, and human and elven girls were used for reproduction.

And so, a hundred years ago, a dark citadel, which is a powerful source of magic appeared in the middle of the wasteland. Olga, who saw an opportunity to restore the power of the dark elves and revive her people from the ashes, decided to capture it and use to take the monsters under control. I think there is no need to explain what all this has led to?

Moreover, Celestina Luculus, the supreme queen of humans and light elves, saw Olga's actions as a threat and created the "Holy Order of the Seven Shields" consisting of noble warriors as a counterweight to her. Another thing is that only few of them have real combat experience. The regular army was safely forgotten, instead they hired mercenaries led by a certain citizen Vault, who eventually fucked her, Olga, and everyone in general. He conspired with monsters and is now going back to have fun, that is, to rob cities, cut or steal people into slavery and do many other funny things. The most fucked up thing is that, not only is there no one to resist Vault with hangers-on. In fact, so they will also be met as heroes. And the people will let them into their cities themselves! Considering that Vault has a lot of people on the ground who will act with him at the same time, his seizure of power is a solved issue In general, I could not understand the logic of the human-elven ruler, which I reported.

"This is fucking nonsense." — I say, fingering the chain, looking into the eyes of the elves. — "Instead of using the time they got and assembling a normal army, and smashing the creatures in the cheeks, they disbanded the one that the aleready have."

I bend my index finger on my hand and continue to say, — "Our neighbors are being exterminated by monsters, what should we do? Hmm-mmm..." — I pretend to be thinking, portraying human rulers, and then I sharply portray a spiritual, but stupid expression on my face. — "Exactly! Let's disband the troops, because enemies will definitely not come to us! Oh, are they attacking us too? What a surprise! And as soon as someone appears who really wants to do something about it, we sit on our ass and do not come up with anything smarter than to gather mercenaries AGAINST him! A great plan, just fucking awesome, if I understand correctly. Reliable as a Swiss watch!"

Wearily I lean back against the wall and, covering my face with my hands, I conclude weightily. — "Idiots. I would say that there is no worse enemy than a stipid ally, but they screwed up here too and decided to fight too late, in the wrong direction and with the wrong hands. Hope for the honesty of medieval mercenaries? Not serious."

"You don't know yet that Celestine has the gift of providence. Now imagine what a fool she is, if she managed to run her business like that." — Olga drove the last nail into the coffin of my faith in all good things. Yes, we managed to switch to "you", while she listened with the keenest interest to me tell something about the Earth.

There was silence for a few minutes, during which each of us pondered what we had heard. I personally am not particularly surprised by human stupidity, but the fact that monsters need women of other species to reproduce seemed to me extremely unnatural. As if someone had created them on purpose, as a weapon. After all, you will agree — it is convenient when your army is replenished at the expense of the enemy, and when that is done, it will rest by itself.

While we was sitting, the ear caught the sounds of someone's footsteps from outside the cage. I turn on my thermal vision, run my eyes along the walls and find a procession of four people moving in our direction. Three thermal silhouettes were quite normal, but the fourth was larger, about two and a half meters tall and proportionally wider in the shoulders. Probably some kind of monster.

— "Someone is coming to us."

"Who's coming?" — The girls immediately picked up.

"Three people and someone big." — I replied, continuing to stare at the wall. I can imagine how funny it might look from the outside.

"Ogre," — Chloe said with confidence in her voice. — "But how did you know?"

"I saw it." — I turned to the elves and pointed my finger at my eye, and then explained when I saw the mute question on their faces. — "These eyes allow me to distinguish the heat coming from the bodies."

While I was explaining, a very colorful company drove up to us: two ordinary gopniks in leather pants and vests, each with a sword hanging on their belts, and a nasty grin froze on their unshaven faces. The "big one" turned out to be a hefty, pot-bellied scarecrow with light brown skin, small angry red eyes, two pairs of yellowed fangs in hisr mouth. The smell from this creature distributed for a few meters and was similar to sour mixed with shit, so the girls wrinkle their noses. The fourth was a cute bespectacled man in a hoodie and with such an expression on his face as if everything around him was dirt under his feet. This guy came forward, stopped in front of the bars of the cage, glanced at the elves, grinned and was about to open his mouth to start talking when he was interrupted.

"Harry Potter, is that you?! So it turns out I'm at Hogwarts!" — I exclaimed, immediately capturing everyone's attention. — "Hey, where's Dumbledore? Is he still dabbling in lemon slices?"

"And what happened to Ronnie?" — I waved my head in the direction of the ogre. — "Has he eaten too many frogs again? Uhhhh, you don't taking care of him, however."

"Kin, is he crazy?" — One of the soldiers asked.

"It doesn't matter." — This guy answered, standing in front of me. — "Welcome to the Dark Citadel, mysterious stranger. How do you like our hospitality?"

— "Well, for a C grade." — I answer, shrugging my shoulders. — Service is shit. There are no amenities in the room, no refrigerator with a TV, and even no windows with sea views."

I shook my head. — "You're underworking. Only the company saves, and it would be sad at all."

"Wonderful." — The bespectacled man forced a smile. — "Tell me. Would you like to improve the conditions?"

"Hmm, Maybe." — pretending to think, I answered after a second. — "And what do you suggest?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Olga's attentive gaze directed at me. Does she think I can join them? In vain, but from her point of view it would be logical on my part.

— "Oh, just a little. You see, when we found you, you had several interesting items with you, some of which are probably weapons. Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to use them. can you clarify this question?"

Well, yes, I'll tell you everything and show you, and then you'll waste me. Each of you has written on your face that you are cattle and moral freaks."

"That's it?" — I raised an eyebrow. — "And what will I get for it?"

"You can join us." — The bespectacled man nodded to one of the escorts, who took out the keys, opened the cage and their whole gang entered the cell. — "You look like you're a warrior, I've got enough of an eye to tell. With us you will gain fame, wealth and women as much as you want.

He pointed to the girls sitting next to him. — "Including these. Really, heh, in the order of the queue."

"Don't you dare advertise us as a product, you jerk!" — Chloe tried to jump up, but was hit in the stomach, collapsing to the floor.

"What are you talking about? — Kin turned to her and two bandits at his direction lifted her up by the chains. — "Isn't that customary for you, slave?"

"I'm not a slave!" — Chloe shouted in his face, to which he only grinned, roughly grabbed her chin and slapped her in the face, causing a painful cry.

Motherfucker. I'm definitely not on my way with you, bastards. And I have already figured out how to leave your "highly cultured" society.

"Tell that to Sir Mendeville, bitch." — The shit-eater said, continuing to hold Chloe. — "Wait a bit, as soon as we have solved our little business with my new friend, you will refresh your memory. And your... queen" — he pronounced the last word with a fair amount of irony. — "Gonna join you."

Chloe gritted her teeth, glaring at him, but there was nothing she could do. Olga was silent, boring the bespectacled man with an unkind look.

"I agree. I say." — There is nothing to see how the girl is being tortured, i should let them pay attention to me and take me to the equipment as soon as possible.

"Here. I can immediately see a smart person. Kin nodded, releasing Chloe, whose evil gaze was already directed at me. — "You have made an equal decision. Release him."

— An ordinary bastard. What else to expect from a human." — Chloe said, continuing to hang on the chains that the mercenaries hold.

"Nothing personal." — I got up after the collar was removed from me, but the shackles were left. — "Only business."

— Well said. The nerd chuckled and turned to the ogre. — "My friend, won't you guard our ladies until we finish?"

— "Yeah!" — This misunderstanding has been rumbled.

— "Then let's not waste time, the sooner we finish, the sooner we will start our celebration."

At these words, all the mercenaries began to smile, casting undressing glances in the direction of the girls. Leaving the cell, while no one is watching, I looked at the elves. Olga has a mask of indifference on her face, she is clearly disappointed, although she fully expected me to do so. Chloe burned me with her eyes, promising all the punishments of heaven. Heh, we'll look at you when I get back.

They threw a bag over my head and led me through the corridors of the fortress, taking me in a box. Two in the back, Kin and two more who were waiting not far in front. The journey did not take much time. After a couple of turns, the location of which I carefully memorized, focusing on the thermal signatures, there was a staircase by which we climbed to the floor above, where we soon found ourselves in a small room framed by torches. Along the way, I once met a patrol of three people and two security posts near the stairs from above and below.

"Here you are." — The bespectacled man outlined the room with his hand. He walked to the center of the room, and his escorts stood two on each side of me. — "I'm very interested in what you can tell me."

In the center of the room there is a table on which the elements of the medium armor set "Squad-5" Vest, greaves, hip plates and bracers are neatly laid out, one of which has a built-in short HF blade, and in the second a mini-computer with a hinged lid to control the functions of the armor. The whole set is put on over a poddospeshny suit, the pants from which are already on me, and the jacket is right there on the table. Armor functions include an autodoc, stimulators, and a system for quickly attaching armor elements. Only the helmet is nowhere to be seen, but his visor will calmly replace my eyes.

In addition, magazines for the 6 mm caseless KR-45 assault rifle and the good old USAS-12, 4 pieces each, are laid out on the table. The weapon itself is also here. A hiking backpack is attached to the side of the table. Private. Which is not surprising, because the lock there is magnetic, and no one will fucking open it. They will not be able to cut it either, here, at least, a circular with a diamond coating is needed, and it is better to have a high-frequency knife at all. Not bad, it's worth saying. The only thing that bothers me is that I didn't have a shotgun with me at the time of my death, and I lost my rifle. And the suit was cooler. It feels like someone gathered me, like a mother of a son in the first grade, and sent me here. It's worth thinking about it, but for now…

"You know, I changed my mind." — I said.

"What?" — Four-Eyes seems surprised. That's how it looks. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how his suckers have strained.

"I'm saying that all of you here are stupid fuckers." — I smile, looking into his face. — "And Mommy doesn't let me get involved with bad company."

Links of a broken chain fell to the floor. While they haven't fallen yet, I kick one mercenary to the other end of the room. When his body crashed into the wall, spraying blood from the broken back of his head, I had already pulled the dagger from the belt of the second and sent it to the Kin. He didn't have enough reaction to dodge and felt to the floor trying to clamp his hands over his bleeding throat. The one from whom I took the knife, I quickly wring his neck. It took exactly a second for everything, and all the remaining two managed to do was draw their swords. I walk away from a skillful, but too slow blow, and with a step I hit his hip with my hand, knocking it out of the joint, forcing the mercenary to fall forward. An elbow to the head was the last one for him. The remaining opponent, seeing such a quick reprisal, rushed to run, but I caught up with him in one jump, pulled him by the collar, knocked him to the ground and forcefully lowered the shoe on his head. The freak's head burst like a balloon, and blood, brains and skull fragments splashed out from under the sole.

Too easy. They didn't even have time to really come to their senses, but I noticed for myself that indeed both the strength and the speed of movements with reaction are much higher than they should be. However, in my situation, it's a sin to complain about it. I stood for a couple of seconds, looking at the mess under my feet, and then looked up at the table. It's time to get to work.

 

A little later.

"Upset that he decided to join the Dogs?" — Olga asked her ward. The Queen was not at all surprised by this man's act. Indeed, who will go against an entire army when he is directly invited to join it?

"For a while it seemed to me that he was different. Not like these scum." — Young Chloe's mind was in a mess right now. Kins's words, reminding of years of pain and humiliation, lowered the already lousy mood to the very bottom. And this... this... traitor! Although, how can someone who has never been on the same side with her betray? But even understanding this for some reason did not help the girl to get rid of the feeling that she was given a mean stab in the back by those from whom you don't expect it at all.

"Chloe. You're still such a kid." — The mentor smiled sadly. — "You continue to believe in fairy tales."

"Shut up, females!" — The ogre left to guard them growled from behind the bars.

"Go to hell, brat!" — Chloe growled back.

"What?" — The giant clung to the bars, showering the girls with fetid breath. — "You have to open your mouth just to take a dick, female! I will…"

No one will ever know, what exactly he "will", because in the middle of the speech, someone's hands smoothly appeared from behind the ogre's back on the sides of his head. A quick movement accompanied by a crunch of vertebrae, and the smelly carcass slowly sinks to the ground in front of someone who was not expected to see here anymore. The same stranger, whom Chloe cursed inwardly, was now looking at the girls locked in the cell with a cheerful look of his strange glowing eyes, putting his foot on the dead carcass of an ogre.

— "Have you been waiting?"

 

***

"Have you been waiting?" — I asked, putting my foot on the dead carcass of an ogre. To say that I surprised the girls with my appearance is to greatly understate. I shocked them even more by stepping over the corpse and simply bending the metal bars of the cage to the sides, so that you can pass relatively freely between them.

"You're... back." — Olga whispered in shock when I went inside and, kneeling next to her, began to break her shackles. — "But why?"

"I'm definitely not on my way with these guys." — I explained my decision, continuing to release the elves. — "I prefer beautiful ladies instead of unwashed barbarians."

The last piece of shackles ends up on the floor and I get up to give the girls my hands and help them get up too. — "As for me, the choice is obvious."

"So you could have been free from the very beginning?" — Chloe guessed. — "The deceiver!"

"To then look for where they hide my things? I just took advantage of the fact that they kindly brought me to them." — I shrug my shoulders, examining the girls for damage. There were no serious injuries visible, but I clarified just in case. — "How are you? Can you walk?"

"Yes." — Chloe informed me with a short nod, but instead of answering Olga closed her eyes, listening to something, her face took on a concentrated expression.

"That's weird." — She said, looking at me in confusion. — "There's almost no magic left in the Citadel. I don't feel it."

"And what does this threaten us with?" — Magic. Another unusual feature in the piggy bank.

"I will be recovering for a long time. This blocker that you broke," — a glance towards the wreckage of her collar. — "he drank all the power out of me and deprived me of the opportunity to feed myself from the outside. I was hoping that if I took it off, I could get to the control crystal and take control of the monsters, but..."

Eyes the color of molten gold met mine. — "it's impossible now. Without magic, I'm just a useless woman, and even if I somehow get to the crystal, it still won't work. Due to lack of energy, he will not respond to commands. I... I just don't know what to do."

Chloe stood nearby with a lost look, nervously fingering her fingers and, every now and then, anxiously looking around. So, well, this is no good.

"So." — I decided to take matters into my own hands. — "I didn't come here for you to breed snot here."

I grab the queen by the shoulders and shake her slightly. — "Look at her."

I step aside so she can see Chloe. — "This girl believes in you. You've ruled this place for a hundred years, you know every corner here and you should know a couple of secrets that will help us get out of here. If not for yourself, then at least for her you have to act. This is not the time to sit here and indulge in reflections."

"You're right." — She recovered quickly with a little help from me. Well done. Really, a very strong woman. And there is nothing shameful in the fact that she was confused. The situation is really scary, but she's fine now. Well, I can work with this.

"Chloe, Kay," — Olga looked at us in turn. — "forgive me my weakness. There is a secret door relatively close by, if we get to it, we can hide and have a time to think of something."

"So lead on" — I smile at the girl, removing my hands from her. —  "And don't worry about the mercenaries. Rely on me."

"Okay." — . The girl nodded. — "This way."

And then there was a short race through the corridors of the tower. Thanks to thermal vision, we managed to avoid the patrols relatively easily. Apparently, my little performance has gone unnoticed so far, judging by the fact that the local inhabitants are not rushing around the fortress like crazy. But it's only a matter of time, and therefore, we didn't stop for a second. Both girls concentrated as much as possible and kept themselves in hand. Before we got to the hiding place, we went down 2 floors, bypassing the rooms filled with Vult's soldiers and monsters, and at the exit almost immediately dived into the next secret passage, located very close. The Queen really knew her former home very well.

"Here." — Olga said, when We found ourselves in a small room, more like a mini-warehouse. Boxes, bags and shelves with all sorts of good, including quite understandable things like clothes, weapons and supplies, ending with things whose purpose is unclear to me. — "I arranged this hiding place especially for such cases. No one but me knew about it. Even you, Chloe. Sorry."

" It's okay, Mistress." — The girl bowed lightly. — "Now he came here very handy."

"Prudently." — I chuckled, throwing my backpack off my back. — "How long are we staying here?"

"We'll rest a little, take what we need, and then we'll be on our way." — The Queen answered me, sitting down on a chair in the corner. — "It is unknown how quickly they will find out about our absence and raise the alarm. But I think we have half an hour."

"Nice." — I sat down right on the floor, opened the backpack and began to lay out its contents. I need to do a little inventory and find out what I have with me. While I was doing this, I suddenly noticed a flatbread with dried meat resting in a thin girl's hand in front of my face. Looking up, I saw that the pen belonged to a blonde elf.

"Here you go." — She said, looking down at me. — "Eat while you have time."

"Thanks." — I accept the treat and take a bite. And nothing so delicious.

We spent five minutes on a quick snack and started packing. While the girls were rummaging through the shelves, choosing what they needed, I was laying out the contents of the backpack on the floor. What can I say, my unknown benefactor gathered me well. Inside was a 60 cm long gladius-shaped HF sword, a pistol in a holster that is attached to a belt, two spare magazines and a hundred rounds of ammunition for it. Boxes with cartridges for the riffle and shotgun, 1200 and one and a half hundred, respectively. Why so little for a shotgun? The point is in size, if automatic cartridges are caseless and take up very little space, so you can stuff a lot of them into the box, then the 12-gauge is already rather big. But it's better than nothing, especially since I can try to save the shotgun shells and re-equip them if you can find gunpowder in future. In addition, there are a total of 80 more rounds in magazines, so not everything is so bad. There were also a dozen fragmentation grenades, a kilogram of explosives, several detonators. Though not for long, but i can fight. Of the non-combat items inside there was a tablet computer, which when turned on showed a full charge, which means the duration of work is at least five years, two dry packs, a multitool. There was nothing else in the main department, except for all sorts of little things like duct tape, a coil of wires and a couple of other things. Rummaging through all this, I found my music player with headphones inside. I grunted, and put it back. It's nice to have him with me.

When I hid everything back, I noticed how I was being watched. Both elves have already finished packing. There are two bags made of thick fabric under their feet, and they look completely different now than during our first meeting. They got rid of their rags and are now dressed in dark blue leather armor with metal inserts on the elbows, shoulders and chest. The same leather pants have protection on the hips and knees, and on the feet are high laced boots with a thick sole, which look very comfortable and reliable. It all looked stunning on them, which I reported.

"You look great." — I smiled, getting up. In response, they handed me a neatly folded traveling cloak, which I nodded gratefully and put in my bag.

"The last one remains." — Olga said and took from the shelf a short scepter with a metal shaft and a pommel in the shape of a ball with a red stone in the middle.

"My old wand." — She commented on the find. — "Before the tower appeared, I used this one. It's worse, than new one that Valt took, but I'm glad I didn't throw it away then. It will still serve me."

Chloe was fastening a scabbard with a short sword and a dagger on her belt at this time. I looked at her doing it, then at the gun holster I was wearing, then at the girl again. Hmm, why not. On the move, unbuckling my belt with a weapon, I step towards the blonde.

"Chloe, look away for a second." — I throw the belt behind the girl's back and fasten it with a click. I take out my gun and lift it into the air so that she can see it clearly. — "Swords are good, but if you have this thing, I'll be calmer."

"Weapon?" — The blonde asked.

"Yes." — I answered. — "This thing throws pieces of metal at high speed and confidently hits a target without armor from 50 paces."

"Everything is as simple as possible. Pointing at the enemy." — I stretched out my hand with the weapon to the side. — "Pull the trigger."

I double-clicked the trigger. — "Repeat it until he dies."

Then I explained to her what the fuse is for, how to reload and load the gun, told her about the shutter delay, why in no case can you point a weapon at someone you are not going to shoot at and why you should not keep your finger on the trigger all the time. Chloe remembered everything from the first time and repeated my actions, for which she deserved praise. After all, despite the most simple technique of handling weapons, there are some idiots who manage to get lost in three pines and screw up. Fortunately, the girl is clearly not stupid and quickly understood everything.

"Do you all use something similar there?" — Olga asked me a question after we finished.

"It's been a couple of hundred years. The era of swords and bows ended a long time ago." — I answered.

"Then I still can't understand why you chose us." — Asked a strange question, in my opinion, the Queen. — "For such a gift, Vault would have made you rich, and if you took the initiative, you could take a high position among his people and have no need for anything. But instead, you came back to the cell for us.

The woman's gaze became very serious. — "Why are you doing this? Why do you enter into a hopeless struggle with an entire army?"

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"What's the difference?"— I also became serious. — "Is it so important if the alternative for you is sexual slavery? I'm doing this because I don't want that fate for you. And because my capabilities are enough to break the teeth of anyone who tries to reach out to your side. Anyone, you know?"

"This rabble outside does not realize who they are facing." — I pointed my finger in the direction of the doors. Minting every word, firmly looking into her eyes. Both girls froze as if rooted to the spot, unable to move even a finger — "I was created for a war in which losses are estimated in billions, for killing much more terrible creatures than anything these savages can imagine."

Images of fierce battles with aliens flashed before my eyes, which caused a wave of cold rage to rise from within, making my appearance even more threatening.

"I can kill hundreds of them, and this is not an exaggeration or bragging." — I said, while Olga started to back away, and I followed her and my every step was accompanied by a word. — "It is simple statement. The fact."

I stopped. The memories that had so unexpectedly surged subsided and it became clear to me that I had gone too far. Olga is shaking like an aspen leaf, and Chloe is clutching the hilt of her sword until her knuckles turn white.

"I'm sorry." — I turn away awkwardly, burying my hand in the hair at the back of my head. — "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just... nerves are playing tricks. I did die recently, after all."

"N—it's okay." — The Queen recovered quickly again. I'm starting to like that trait in her. — "It's more like I should apologize. Nowadays, it's rare to meet a truly honest person anywhere, and to my shame, I couldn't quite believe that you were like that."

"Heh. Well, what can I do about it." — I allowed myself a smile. — "I can't just give up on such beauties. It's not long to lose self-respect here."

The awkwardness and heavy atmosphere slowly faded away, and after checking for the last time whether everything was ready, we left our shelter. We have to overcome several floors of the tower, breaking through crowds of enemies, and, therefore, we need to be on the alert.

 

***

"Kin, what the fuck?" — Vult was sitting on the throne of the former queen, and the warlock who had been dragged a minute earlier was kneeling in front of him. If it weren't for demon possession, he would have been a cold corpse The dagger thrown by that bastard pierced through the neck, breaking the vertebrae, but for a demon, even a severed head is not such a difficult task to cure.

"My Lord." — The warlock bowed his head in shame, not daring to look at his master. — "This foreigner is strong. At my eyes, he killed the guards in less than a second, and I, despite the new powers granted by our friends, did not follow the throw.

"And where is he now?" — Vult asked the question, boring the negligent subordinate with an unkind look.

"I can't know. I just recently came to my senses." — Kin answered and, hesitating, looked up. — "I can only assume that he went to rescue the elven whores, and probably succeeded."

"I told you that he needs to be killed. But no, he succumbed to your persuasions that he should be interrogated and studied. Well, I've studied it." — Vult said angryly

"I'm sorry..." — Kin bowed again.

"You screwed up, Kin." — The self-proclaimed Emperor of Lust sneered contemptuously. — "Get up! Go and find him for me, no matter what it costs you. That bastard can't hide forever. If the whores are with him, bring them here. I've already postponed my entertainment because of you. Free.

Hicks, help him.

"As you command." — A young man sitting nearby with his hair combed back nodded briefly, and, getting up from his seat, Went to the exit together with the sorcerer.

"And yes, Kin." — Vult called out to his servant.

— "Yes, sir?"

— "Don't shit yourself this time."

 

***

"There are a lot of people behind this door. About three dozen." — I whispered, seeing through thermal vision multiple figures of enemies crowded behind the wall. — "They seem to be waiting for us."

"There's no way around it." — Olga answered in the same whisper, stopping next to me. — "It's the only way."

"Hmm... We'll have to make some noise." — I grimaced. It's not working out very well. At least, we've managed to get past groups of mercenaries and monsters looking for us. Olga led us very well in a roundabout way, and, together with my vision, it helped us to remain unnoticed in this anthill. But these bums are also not fools sitting at the head, so relatively quickly they were able to predict where we could go and prepared an ambush.

"Folk wisdom: if the check is pulled out," — I take out the grenade, pull out the ring and show it to the girls. — "then Mr. Grenade is no longer our friend. Press yourself against the wall."

The elves do what they said, and I, opening the door a crack, throw a grenade inside, and then another one, only this time in another corner. I slam the door and jump aside, catching the confused exclamations of the mercenaries out of the corner of my ear. Through the wall it was clearly visible how two explosions mowed down more than half of the enemies. Screams of pain and mats were heard through the closed door. Before anyone comes to their senses, I kick out the door and rush inside. The shotgun in my hands pushes booms loudly, and the charge of buckshot completely blows off the head of some kind of a creepy green humanoid. A whining body moves along his legs, dropping a shoe on his chest, with a crunch of a crushed chest and a gurgling interrupt his existence.

The survivors came to their senses, and, grabbing their weapons, rushed in my direction. Pistol pops were heard from behind and one of the runners, catching three bullets in the chest, falls to the floor. Chloe is well done, even if the shots are not very accurate, but she learns quickly. Besides, there is enough practice for her today. And then the slaughter began.

One shot — one kill, one shot — one kill. When the enemies realized that they were finished and tried to escape, it was too late. Everyone who miraculously survived, either the wounds after the grenades, or the result of Chloe's shooting. However, the girl quickly corrected her shortcomings, skillfully cutting the throats of the nedobitki, and, it seems, experiencing genuine pleasure from this, judging by the slightly insane smile that did not come off her face while another mercenary choked on blood.

"Unbelievable." — Olga said, standing next to me and looking at the carnage. — "I haven't received so many impressions in a short time for a long time."

"Yeah." — I muttered to myself, picking up the last shell casing from the floor. — "Where to next?"

"Go ahead. We will find ourselves on the gallery above the main gate and from there we will be able to get out." — She said.

"Another secret passage?" — I raise an eyebrow. The entire citadel is riddled with these small and narrow corridors and spiral staircases in the most unexpected places. I even lost count of how many times we escaped with their help when we were about to be discovered. Unfortunately, there was nothing like that in this place, otherwise we wouldn't have had to fight here.

"Of cource" — The Queen shook her head. — "Let's hurry. You really made a lot of noise and soon the whole fortress will come running here."

As soon as we turned to the exit, something tinkled from behind us, the air was cut by a whistle from the flight of something sharp. The body reacted on its own, throwing out its hand in front of Olga's head and clenching its palm into a fist. The girl turned sharply at the sound, staring wide-eyed at the crossbow bolt in my hand. I turn back to where he came from and see a small, goblin-like freak convulsively equipping a small crossbow with shaking hands for a new shot. He hid behind a table that had fallen on its side and, due to its size, remained unnoticed.

"Oh, you, little bitch." — I break into a run, and in two jumps I overtake him.

"Stop! Wait!" — This freak screams squeaky voices while I pick him up by the scruff of the neck and throw him into the center of the room right under Chloe's legs and broke his windpipe with her heel, kindly smiling like a maniac.

" If he hadn't got out, he could stay alive." — I say philosophically. — "Fool."

"Thank you". — The black-haired elf shrugged her shoulders, realizing how close she had missed death.

"It's nothing." — I waved my hand, returning to her.

"Let's go already." — Chloe made a sensible suggestion. Everyone agreed with her and so we went on in silence.

"Well, he really is a fool." — The blonde muttered after a couple of minutes on the way. Casting a glance at her, I notice that she looks quite positive. Did the battle really lift her mood so much? It may even be, if I remember with what rapture she was cutting up Vult's people. She also seemed to like the gun. Even now her fingers gently stroke its handle. She's a strange girl. Strange, but funny.

 

Later.

As Olga said, after a while we found ourselves at the entrance to a narrow gallery encircling a spacious hall. Along the way, we met only one group of mercenaries, which we put down without too much noise, using the effect of surprise. But besides them, we had a lot of their brethren around us. After we carried out the ambush, they seemed to break loose and dug the ground with their noses with a vengeance. If Olga hadn't been with us, they would have jumped in almost immediately, and no vision through the wall would have helped, too many people are looking for us. Heh, secret passages rules. Especially when your opponent does not even know about their presence.

Hiding behind the door jamb, we watched people and inhumans swarming below. Someone shouts at someone, commands are given, groups of five or more people gather and disappear through the numerous doors leading to the corridors of the citadel. At least a dozen people are patrolling from above, but they don't see us yet.

"So, where's the exit here?" — I turn to the brunette in a whisper, so as not to inadvertently attract attention.

"We need to get to the other side." — The woman answers me. — "But there are too many of them here."

"We can make it so that there are fewer of them here." — I had an idea how to take the whole crowd to another place.

"How will you do it?" — Chloe asked.

"If you want to distract the enemy, blow up something." — A grin appeared on my face.

 

***

A place to mine was found quickly. Not so long ago, we passed by a warehouse filled with various kinds of consumables, starting with clothes and ending with stocks of combustible oil, which lubricates arrows or stones from a catapult. In general, if you set it on fire properly, it will burn so that it will not seem to anyone. Naturally, no one will leave such a place without protection, and there were two guards at the entrance.

Gesturing to my companions to wait, I crept towards the guards. No one even had time to make a sound. A short jerk, two blows, two corpses, which were immediately grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged inside the warehouse. After laying them along the wall, I went back and called the girls.

"Let's get started." — I said, taking the explosives out of the bag when we were all inside. There is really a lot of oil here and one two-hundred-gram checker is enough to shake this place thoroughly. While Chloe was watching the entrance, Olga watched with interest as I set a ten-minute countdown on the timer, and then attach the charge to one of the oil barrels tightly grouped in one corner.

"How interesting." — The woman said. — "And there's not a drop of magic in it."

"We don't have it at all." — I answered and turned the barrel so that the explosives could not be seen. — "I'm done, it's going to blow up in ten minutes, we need to get ready."

"Okay." — She agreed with a nod of her head. — "Will you tell me how this is possible when we find ourselves in a calm environment?"

— "Absolutely."

The return trip also passed without problems. While we were gone, nothing changed: the same bunch of people prevented us from passing.

"Aminute and a half left." — I informed the girls, checking my watch. — "Olga, while there is a little time, can you explain what exactly we need on the other side?"

"A teleportation artifact," — the Queen replied. — "It has a separate storage of magical energy and there is a high probability that it works."

"Understood." — I shook my head. It's bad that this is an unreliable method, I hope that it will work, otherwise we will have to break through. I could do it myself without any problems, but with two girls in my arms it will be very difficult. — "And where will he send us?"

"I have a small shelter on human territory. Away from cities and roads." — She replied

Comfortable. It will be possible to take a breath and think about what to do next, otherwise I somehow don't really imagine how I will live after we get out of here. Meanwhile, there are ten seconds left on the timer.

"Get ready" — As soon as I said this, the floor trembled noticeably under my feet, and a second later the echo of the explosion reached us.

The freaks below immediately rushed around, trying to figure out what had happened. The uproar was such that if I were among them now, I would be deaf, despite the possibilities of a superhuman body.

After a few minutes, they realized what was happening and where, and most of the people rushed to extinguish the fire. And it flared up a lot, even from the place where we hid in anticipation, the glare of the flame on the walls is visible and you can feel the streams of warm air, so the bastards will be busy. Soon most of the mercenaries disappeared, leaving only a dozen patrolmen on the gallery.

Without collusion, we leave the shelter and run to the other side. I immediately developed maximum speed, leaving a big gap from the girls and crashed into the first enemy. He only has time to turn at the sound of my footsteps.

"They're..." — the merc tries to shout, but was grabbed by the face. Together with him in my hand, I made a long jump forward and, when landing, I slammd the back of his head into the stone floor with a flourish. Two of his comrades, meanwhile, had already drawn their weapons and  attacked. I got up and, turning the body, missed the tip of the spear, on which one of them tried to impale me with a scream. I grabbed the weapon by the shaft and kicked the attacker in the chest into flight. And he, releasing the spear from his hands, demolished a piece of the railing and together with the debris and flied down somewhere. The next one was armed with a sword, I just took his attack on the handcuff. The blade of the sword struck sparks, colliding with the heavy-duty alloy, and the mer gasped from the recoil that hit his hands. He didn't have time to do anything else, with the same hand that I blocked, I punch him in the press and, when he was bent in half from the force of the blow, I finish off with an elbow to the head from above. Having intercepted the captured spear, I throw it at one of the enemies that have not yet had time to approach. The one I was aiming at dodged, diving sideways with a pike, but his comrade running after him did not had time to react and caught the tip with his chest. The blade pierced through him, not noticing the leather breastplate, and tipped the body onto its back. I removed a riffle from the magnetic mount and send the remaining ones to the next world with accurate shots. The last one was lucky that he managed not to get hit by a spear. He looked with evil eyes first at the corpse next to him, then at the friends falling like bowling pins, tried to get up and run away, but he himself caught a bullet in the back of his head.

Having fixed the riffle on the magnet, I turned around to see how my companions were doing. The girls just caught up with me and we just silently walked on, went down the stairs and stopped in front of a massive stone door decorated with uncomplicated carvings.

"Here." — Olga said and, going to the wall, pressed on one of the bricks. After that, the door slowly slid to the right, revealing a view of... four-eyed, whom I treated with a dagger in the neck not so long ago. Alive, and fucking healthy, and with a support group in the form of three ogres. The sound of many feet was heard behind him. It looks like we've been read and set up a trap.

"Fuck." — i was fuckinf surprised. — "Why didn't you die?"

"He's possessed by a demon." — Olga explained to me, looking at the people around us. Two dozen have already gathered, and are still staying. — "In exchange for a soul, he received power. It's not easy to kill such people, even beheading does not give an absolute guarantee."

I turned my surprised gaze from the queen to the warlock an started to to beat around the bush, simultaneously assessing the situation with my peripheral vision. — "So it turns out you have a guest stuck in your ass? Then you're no longer Harry Potter. You're fucking Duncan MacLeod, even though you look like the lead singer of a boys band."

There are about fifty people gathered around and they look quite serious, all dressed in chainmail, with spears and shields. They take us in a half-circle, blocking the escape routes, putting spearmen forward. Behind them, archers with bows and crossbows gathered, and a couple of ogres. They pay little attention to me, but girls are literally devoured with their eyes. Well, it's disgusting, there's only enough saliva from the mouth.

"You're sharp-tongued, but it won't save you." — The guy winced, adjusting his glasses with two fingers. — "You're good, but everything has its limits. Give up and you'll get a quick death, and maybe you can watch us have a little fun here."

"Look around." — He put his hands behind his back and looked at me with superiority. — "You are surrounded, there is nowhere to run."

"This arrangement suits me." — I removed my shotgun from its mounts.

A whisper in an unfamiliar language is heard from the side. Quiet enough that only we can hear it, but not our enemies.

"And so that you understand, here it is." — I raised my hand with a weapon so that everyone can see it. — "A thunder-stick. And it can do like this!"

I raised my hand in the direction of the formation of spearmen and press the trigger. A charge of buckshot pierces the shield and knocks down one loser. I make half a turn, taking a riffle in my second hand and releasing the queue with a fan, halving the first row of mers. Pistol bullets are also flying there — Chloe is not standing idle. Meanwhile, the shotgun is already looking at the bespectacled man's chest.

Shot.

The buckshot hovers half a meter from the asshole, bumping into a greenish film and falls to the floor.

"Ha!" — With a smile full of superiority, the warlock points his hand at me. — "Arrow of Decay!"

A putrid-green clot breaks off from his fingers and goes flying at a decent speed, and with it a volley of enemy shooters from the other side.

"Air shield!!!" — Olga screams and hits the floor with the staff shaft and we were covered with a translucent dome, in which arrows are stuck, and the stinking green crap splashed on the floor with a smelly liquid upon collision, which immediately began to sizzle and melt. After a second, the protection disappears, and the woman herself, breathing heavily, falls on one knee, leaning on the rod. Beads of sweat are running down her face.  — "Not.. huh... not recovered enough…"

Meanwhile, the mercenaries who survived our attack let the ogres go forward and knock down a new shield wall, after which, bristling with spears, they quickly move closer.

The machine gun returns to the mount, instead of it, a grenade appears in my hand, which I throw behind the formation and, with my free hand, grab the queen by the waist. The shock wave and shrapnel hit the archers and unprotected backs of the shielders, causing screams of pain.

"Chloe, follow me!" — On the move, shooting with a shotgun and with the queen in my hand, I walked away from the door along the wall. The blonde, having heard me, moves after me, the cartridges in the pistol have run out, so a sword and a dagger have taken its place. Now we are being attacked from only one side and the Kin will have to come out to throw some more shit at us, which will make him more vulnerable. I would throw grenades at the asshole and then finish him off, but there must be an artifact inside that can be damaged by the explosion, so I'll have to think. I feel the noisy hot breath hitting my neck, it could be nice if it didn't happen during the fight. I carefully lower the burden and continue to shoot the enemies trying to advance. After the grenade burst, enemy formation has disintegrated. The survivors realized that they would not cook porridge with the usual tactics, and instead of a slow offensive, they tried to overcome the distance separating us in one jerk, but they turned out so-so. Each shot from a shotgun took one, or even two lives, if the losers were too close to each other. First of all, as the most dangerous, the shooters got, and second, the ogres, because it was impossible to miss them because of their rather large size.

A couple of arrows whistled nearby, a crossbow bolt poked into the bulletproof vest, without causing any inconvenience. I didn't worry about the girls being hooked, I stood up in front of Olga on purpose, covering her from possible attacks, and Chloe, having received a nod from me, took the riffle off the magnet, returning the blades to the sheath, and took cover behind my back, as if behind a shelter. When the automatic fire was added to the shotgun boom, things became very bad for our enemies, dense fire from two barrels forced them to retreat. And, it seems, everything is going well, but the fact that Kin is quiet and in no hurry to stick out does not give me peace. This is, at least, bad because without smoking him out, we will not get inside ourselves. And also, as practice has shown, this bastard is smart, since he managed to figure out where we will go and prepare a good ambush. Most likely, he has more surprises.

"Rrrra!!!" — As if hearing my thoughts, someone growled loudly from above, and a second later, brown-furred subjects began to land on the floor right in front of me one by one. They went around the top and fell down like peas.

"Werewolves!" — Chloe screams and shoots in the face of the one closest to her, switches the weapon to the second one and gets a dry click instead of a shot.

All this I managed to notice with my peripheral vision during the time when, right in the jump, I put buckshot into the chest of the werewolf who jumped on me. The already dead carcass continues to fly forward by inertia and I had to meet it with a kick to stop it. This is used by two others: one attacks from the right, intending to knock me down, and the second tries to slip past on the left.

"Stop!" — I jumped backwards and, already falling on my back, grabed the creature by the leg and shoot the second one in the face. The werewolf jerked, growled in bewilderment and smashed his muzzle into the floor with all his might, spreading his paws. He was not destined to rise: his skull was pierced by the sword of a white-haired elf. A third one landed on top of me, pinning his arm with a weapon to the floor with one paw, and pressing on my shoulder with the other, and tried to bite through my neck, but received a powerful punch in the face and flew off, tumbling. I took a quick look at the girls. A furry corpse lies at the feet of the queen, and Chloe finishes off another one. Everything is fine there.

[Watch out!] — A strange female voice warned me. Without thinking, I roll over and jump away to the girls, cutting off the way to Olga possible attackers, and in the place where I was just stuck in the floor a bunch of long stone spikes. After that, it suddenly dawns on me that the voice clearly does not belong to one of my companions and in general did not come from outside, but from inside my head.

[Don't get distracted.] — This someone says again. Anyway, good advice. I turn my gaze to the side from where the last attack came from and see a four-eyed, accompanied by his ogres, crawling out into the light of God. I point the shotgun at him, pull the trigger twice, but I don't achieve anything with it, the shots just get stuck in the shield again.

"It's useless." — He comments on my actions in a patronizing tone, taking two steps forward. His subordinates, meanwhile, stopped attacking and began to gather around, including the surviving werewolves and retreating human fighters. — "Having arranged your last ambush, I studied your capabilities a little and took measures. Your weapon can't reach me."

"I'm happy for you." — I said, slowly shifting closer to the dark elvf girls. They are, by the way, in relative order, Chloe's face and armor are stained with the blood of a dog hacked to her, which gives her a rather menacing look, and Olga seems to have managed to recover a little from overexertion and even managed to get to her feet, albeit unsteadily, and now she was drilling with a concentrated gaze the company gathered in front of us, squeezing her wand with her fingers.

"Thanks." — Clearly mocking, the warlock thanked me. — "I admit, your plan was good: using detours and avoiding large crowds to get to a place where you can leave the Citadel. That's just, roughly understanding the end point of the route, it was not difficult for me to predict your actions. And I didn't lose, as you can see. Now give up. The result is already obvious, so do not make Vult wait even longer.

"Why didn't he come here himself?" — Olga asked with an ironic arch of an eyebrow. — "Since he needs us so much, he could have moved his legs and come."

"Oh, come on, Your Majesty." — He specifically singled out the title with intonation, mocking again. — "For such a case as the capture of two women and one brave but stupid alien, he has subordinates."

"And loyal allies." — He squinted at the monsters surrounding him, which caused both girls to gnash their teeth. And I understand them, there is nothing pleasant about betrayal.

[Listen to me carefully and do what I say if you want to solve the problem.] - My unexpected imaginary friend reminded me of herself.

[Who are you anyway?] - I tried to mentally address my counterpart and looks like it worked.

[Virtual assistant of the first class "Martha", embedded in your nanorobots to help you in the execution of the mission.] — She answered me, showing that communication is possible, and at the same time, generating a lot of questions. Who implemented it? What kind of mission? Why me, after all? But instead, I thought something else, not otherwise, out of surprise and the general intensity of the situation.

[And I also have a friend in the ass....] — I thinked to her.

[Girlfriend, actually.] — She chuckled at me in response.

[So there are no objections about the ass?!] — I was indignant, mentally slapping myself in the face for stupid questions at the wrong time. Well, I can't calmly relate to the voice in my head, this is usually a sign of trouble with the head, especially against the background of the fact that it finally really dawned on me that I was dead once again and after that I got into some fucking fantasy suspiciously resembling gangbang hentai if you exclude the beautiful me from the equation. And even by someone's will, for the sake of fulfilling some kind of "mission". These facts all together don't add shit to peace of mind.

Another thing is that this very "mission" seems to have to be carried out. At least, in gratitude for the life given, because such gifts should be appreciated, and there is nothing more valuable than one's own life in principle.

[Don't be silly.] — Martha shushed me, after which I felt something begin to flow in my body, some invisible force literally spread through my veins, starting to circulate along with the blood, which made my already good health dramatically improve even more, and my head even rang slightly from overflowing with energy. — [Do you feel it? It's magic. It took an obscenely large amount of it to recreate your body, emptying the Citadel's storage, but there was a reserve inside you. You won't be able to use it yourself, but there is someone next to you who will make the best use of it. You just need to share.]

She's talking about Olga, no one else. And if it helps, I will do what Martha asks of me. But how?

[What should I do?] — I asked her.

[Touch her. I'll do the rest myself.] — She peplied.

Our internal dialogue lasted no longer than a second, so I didn't have time to miss anything from the external dialogue.

"You overestimate their loyalty." — Olga grimaced at the warlock's remark about monsters.

"Not at all." — He shook his head. — "Unlike you, we pursue the same goals with them, and common interests are held together much stronger than the usual submission by force."

"And what are the goals, if not a secret?" — I ask, slowly approaching the queen.

"We are on the way to creating a state, a state where every man can get what he deserves." — Proudly lifting his nose, he said. — "And women will be assigned their nature role. It will be an eternal empire of debauchery, in which any decent person will not deny himself anything.

I stuck. He shook his head, assessing the girls' faces twisted in disgust and how his subordinates began to smile and whisper after the warlock's words. They're... serious. And I laughed. From the heart, in a voice, clutching my stomach and slapping my knees. But at the same time, I did not forget to slowly approach Olga.

"The Empire... huh.. Debauchery?" — Having finished laughing, I asked, adding maximum sarcasm to my voice and wiping away invisible tears. — "So why not the First Galactic at once?! And that's what you wanted to call me to? Into the dream of a puberty teenager? You would also offer Phenomenal Cosmic Power!"

I took the queen, who was knocked out of the rut by my performance, by the forearm.

And then I felt as if the power gathered inside me was being pumped out. The words I wanted to say next got stuck in my throat, my legs gave way and I fell to my knees. My head was spinning, and my eyes were covered with a cloudy veil.

Consciousness, waving a pen, jumped into the sunset, but before I passed out, I noticed how Olga's pupils widened in shock, and her cheeks and ears began to rapidly turn red.

The coma, apparently, did not last long, because when my head cleared, I continued to sit on my knees, and everyone present was in their seats. But something has changed. The enemies, who were confident before, looked at us with undisguised horror. The reason for this was Olga, when I looked up at her, a truly fascinating picture presented itself to me: she was standing, all flushed, sparks of electricity ran through her body and in her eyes, and a victorious smile played on her lips.

"Wh-what!? Impossible! Arrow of decay!" — Exclaimed the pale-faced Kin and launched a familiar spell at us, but this time visually denser, and probably stronger. A careless wave of the hand made by the queen, and the attack abruptly turns aside, crashing into the wall and leaving behind a rotting stone.

"My turn" — She said.

The electricity discharges running through her body rushed into her hand and a thick and bright lightning burst from the open palm aimed at the enemies. Crashing into the first enemy, it began to jump from one to another until hit absolutely everyone. The Kin who received his portion, in the blink of an eye, having lost his shield, flew away like a smoking bag to the other end of the hall, and the rest, who had no protection, were fried almost to a crisp. In a few seconds, it was all over. We were left alone, surrounded by smoking pieces of meat, the air smelled of ozone and burnt flesh.

"I don't know how you did it, but you saved us." — The queen whispered, looking at me with a look of gratitude full of golden eyes, and tried to help me up, not very successfully. — Chloe, help me lift hem up"

"Y-yes, Mistress." — The girl perked up and jumped up to us. With four hands and my feasible participation, they helped me to get up.

"What about this one?" — I nodded listlessly in the direction of the strangely moving warlock. The legs obey frankly poorly, and in general the transmission process turned out to be too tedious even for a superhuman organism. — "Can we finish him off?"

"Let's not waste time." — Olga refused. — "Vult won't forgive him for loose anyway."

"Yeah…" — i replied

So, under my arms, I was led into a room with a portal, which was a pentagram drawn on the floor, in the center of which there is a thick two-meter column inscribed with runes. We stood inside the circle and Olga began to inspect the artifact.

"Bastard, he put out the powe bank" — The queen wrinkled her nose. — "But right now I'm strong enough to carry us all out of here myself. There won't even be much left.

Gently releasing me, she put her hands to the post, closed her eyes, and began to chant some spell. The runes on the pillar began to light up, starting with those closer to her palms, when everything lit up, the pentagram under her feet began to luminesce. When the last symbol lit up, the structure burst into flames, flooding the space with white light.

Further, I felt myself lying on the grass face up, looking at the crowns of trees.

"It worked." — Olga breathed out with relief somewhere nearby. — "We did it."

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