484 The Inquisitor General (1/2)
Rism was surprised when a group of lawless heretics suddenly appeared inside the hangar. He was more amazed at their steam guns that could shoot faster and further than anything he knew existed in the Old World. Within seconds of the ambush, almost half his party was down in their own pool of blood.
His Protectors stepped in and activated their magic shields, which flickered madly under the insane rate of fire of the heretics' weapons. He frowned as he stepped behind a large stack of crates thinking hard about the abilities of these heretics. He knew he had underestimated them greatly but he still could not understand why this particular group was so powerful.
”Why did they have not taken control of the entire New World if they had such weapons?” Rism stood there wondering without a care of what was happening around him. ”How peculiar...”
”Lord Inquisitor General!” One of his aides called out, breaking Rism from his thoughts. ”The- They disabled the engines of the Lord's Blessing!”
”We... we can't escape any more!” The aide whimpered in fear. Rism threw a glance of disdain at the group of cowering aides and he drew his steam blade out and without hesitation, he cut down the group of surprised aides around him. ”W- why...?”
”Cowards!” Rism hissed with disdain. ”You should give your lives for the Judgement! Yet all of you cower like sinners! Now be Judged by Him!”
”Go around and attack them from the side,” He snapped an order to his Protector. ”I shall distract these... heretics!”
The Protector gave a curt bow and he slipped off behind the stack of crates, circling around the parked flyers. Rism took out a handkerchief and started to wipe off the blood on his steam blade. His steam blade was similar to the Protectors, except his weapon uses small disposable canisters powered by magic crystals to create steam, instead of hooking to a steam tank.
As he wiped his blade clean, a dozen heretics surrounded him, their strangely powerful steam guns pointing at him. Rism eyed the weapons held by these lawless with great interest. He watched as a one of the lawless yelled something and two others in their full black attire befitting of a heretical godless nation dropped their weapons down and switch to a smaller version.
Time slowed as Rism cast a Speed Up and Focus Up spell. He could see every single detail of the two lawless from their gloves to the black and yellow rectangular muzzle that was slowly rising up as everything seemed to move in slow motion. A puff of smoke erupted out from the tiny steam gun's muzzle and a black blurry dart spat out towards Rism as he stared directly at it.
For a moment he was confused and blinded by the attacks and he felt his magic shield taking damage. Rism could only stumble blindly backwards while he cast a recovery spell that managed to helped cleared his blindness and ringing in his ears. As his eyesight recovered, he noted that his last Protector had engaged the lawless, drawing at least half their attention away from him.
He raised his steam blade and aimed at the closet lawless and squeezed the lever on his grip. Instantly a puff of compressed steam burst out and a small wooden stake shot out. Rism gripped the back of his blade and pumped the lever which rotated a four round cylinder and at the same time charging the internal steam tank.
Rushing forward and dodging the shots from the lawless, he closed the distance rapidly. He fired another shot off at the lawless who got knocked back and swung his blade two handedly down at the next lawless. The lawless brought his weapon horizontally up to block his blade and Rism gave a bloodthirsty grin behind his mask as he cast a spell just as his blade impacted the lawless's weapon. ”Wind Slash!”
His blade glowed blue for a split moment and a sharp hiss of wind erupted out from his blade. The razor sharp slash of wind split the weapon in half and dumped its remaining power vertically down on the lawless whose mouth was opened in a surprised 'O'. ”Judgement be upon you!”
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Hitsu cursed as he saw Wolf being flung off his feet from the impact of the shot from the masked elf. The masked elf's movements were very fast and the next thing, Hitsu knew, the masked elf was in front of him and chopping his blade down at him.
In reflex, Hitsu raised his rifle up to block the chop but to his shock, he saw the blade glowed for a moment and heard the cast of a spell from the masked elf. ”Oh, fark...”
A gust of sharp wind sliced his assault rifle in half and slash continued on, slamming in his helmet and chest, sending Hitsu tumbling back. The force and sharpness of the wind spell split his ceramic helmet and chest trauma plate in half. Blood spurt out from his wounded face as Hitsu laid on his back gasping for air as the spell had also knocked the air out of his lungs.
”F- arker...” Hitsu half blinded from the blood on his face, gasped as he drew his pistol out and took aim at the masked elf that stood arrogantly before him. He snapped fired his pistol with shaking hands, missing most of his shots but managing to force the masked elf back as he dodged the attacks.
”Wolf! Hitsu!” Young and Altied advanced towards the masked elf, their weapons up and firing as they tried to take down the masked elf who nimbly avoided their shots with ease. Loke and Tavel rushed forward and they each grab Wolf and Hitsu by their harness and dragged them to cover.
”Slippery mother farker!” Altied cursed as he reloaded a fresh magazine and continued to fire at the dodging masked elf. ”Bastard just won't stay still!”