289 Far Future, Chapter Two – Too Much of a Good Thing (1/2)

And if anyone ever thought Psions were better then wizards, as psions and PP are all Pools...

The cloud of psionic energy permeated my Matrix, smaller energy units, less potent, more flexible, like the Pool gathered outside. Like Casters, the different advance schema didn't stack, only the additional Stat bonuses applied.

So, there was the psion cloud. Stacking Advanced Classes raised the base Nine of its Secondary Class to a virtua 17 for CL and Reserve. Psi Warrior for Wisdom and Null Psion for Con added 231 and 295 PP to the base of 250, for 776 PP, of which two points equaled one Valence in overall power.

It was still a whole lot of psionic power. I wouldn't have any problems triggering a Psychic Weapon...

My Soul Essence and Ki were relatively minor, at 100ish or so respectively. I had a Mark IV Diamond Vajra at 100.

My Fort Save was sitting around at least +89. My Null was 111. External magic was not something I had to worry about.

Oh, and I was mutating something fierce.

First my legs went, merging into a serpentine, scaled lower torso about twenty feet long. Given I was moving on lightfoot, it wasn't any slower, I just flowed along the ground now, like I was swimming through the air.

Pop! Out came the feathered wings. Two sets.

Pop! Pop! Out came the two extra pairs of arms.

Out flowed three sets of horns, from my brow, my temples, and the back of my head.

A third eye opened on my forehead.

My skin went black. Wayfair would be so happy. My hair was gold and black and bronze, and shifting through other colors according to my mood. It also grew another four feet.

My lovely blue eyes went away. I popped up my Mask to give me paint there, just so I wouldn't annoy myself. My whole eyeless face was now basically an eye, with the one on my forehead giving me total True Sight. Yay them lilitu and divs.

And if the amount of energy gathering in my sole eye in front was to be believed, as soon as my hair turned into draconic-snakes, complete with jaws and venomous fangs and eyes I could also see through, that eye would petrify stuff that looked into it. Kinda hard not to focus on it, seeing as it was glowing and all...

My mass continued to swell, I got bigger and bigger, certainly far bigger then a normal marilith. The scales on my serpentine lower body grew both thicker and finer, in patterns of bronze, silver, red, black, white, blue, and green, and I recalled all the dragons I'd had bites of during those six months, and the samples I'd helped extract from our allies before Elder Arg had made their Elixirs.

I wasn't surprised when the three pairs of draconic legs came out, nor the second set of huge wings, turning me into a six-legged winged draconic centaur... or the massive pair of pincer arms from my hips. Thank ye, glabrezu... and ye barbazu, for all the spikes growing out from my scales and skeleton all over.

Still no breath weapon. Pity.

My primary tail had the hissing energy of a lilitu's brand, but the lilithi tails were growing from my backside below the sable and silver angel wings, looking more like tentacles now.

Class Levels to Melee Seventeen, which meant Secondary Levels came to Nine.

At Eight came more Stat buffs, but they didn't seem to get applied-? Well, for some reason, I wasn't worried.

The clouds of Warpspace were thickening ahead. I looked at my hands, the claws on them now like foot-long curved blades, similar and thicker things on my feet and tail and body, and razored edges on my wings and horns and body spikes.

Okay, basically every part of me was a killing weapon now. Even the spinal crest with its crystalline fractal patterns running down my lower half was sharper then a razor. I was to a marilith what a dragon was to a snake.

I was an unbelievably ruinous, magic-immune killing machine. The gods couldn't see me, couldn't do a damn thing to me, and in combat, I was just going to ruin anything that came at me.

Which was probably the whole point here. I'd proven I was a killing machine, it was time to do some truly epic killing and shake some things up?

I wondered why that was important. Showing how tough stuff from outside their little universe could be? Hrm, well, that wouldn't impress a deity, but being able to schlock all their followers and get away, that could be impressive.

And it would settle things down here in the Warp. So, slaughter for the highest of causes.

Was I going to stay like this? Gah, Hell, no. I was simply too big, too many things I could not do, and in the end, the battlefield was too large.

But, I could turn the battlefield into another anchor point for Outside, and extend influence here. Ah, yes, definitely the thing to do.

My Health was 970ish, my Soak around 1020. I was regenerating at 5 or so a round, even if dead, and Fast Healing at 15 or so otherwise, when juiced with Soul Essence. They'd have to use a freaking Holy Silver artifact to actually kill me, which I felt might be rather difficult to find in a place like this.

Golden and silver light fluttered on my Vajra around every killing surface from the psionic Nimbus around me. I was going to get in a lot of combat with Chalice, which now was about the size of a shortsword to me, and I had to add mass to.

No problem...

My feet touched the ground as space parted around me, and opened up to the vista of a great, dull, stinking battlefield, permeated by the smell of blood, guts, brimstone, fire, and rot, among other even less pleasant things.