The deafening roar of explosions and gunfire echoed through the streets as the decoy battle erupted into full-scale chaos.
Erik was not having a wonderful ti since he was killing rebels left and right.
He did his best to not kill too many, but it wasn't like he could kill no one.
So, reluctantly, here and there, he decapitated a rebel, so that at least that person wouldn't suffer more than he should.
Around him, the blackguards and Volkov's soldiers were doing the sa, but it wasn't only the rebels who were dying.
Casualties among the blackguards were rare and scarce, but Volkovs' n died in droves.
But Erik didn't care about that. He wasn't here to make a race about who killed more of who. While he wasn't saddened by the death of those who, even if unwillingly followed Volkov, it wasn't like he liked so many people die.
It was weird for Erik to think this despite the personal grudge he had with New Alexandria and the blackguards, but the real enemy were the thaids.
All these people would have made a huge difference against them, and considering how technology improved during these years, humanity now had a very consistent chance of killing them all, and to free the continent from their presence.
It was a pity, really.
"Forgive ," he said again and again as he killed rebels, his voice lost in the battle's din.
Shatterfist moved beside him. "Keep up this pace, Savage Blood! We need to kill them all! We need to make a good impression."
"Yeah... yeah... don't worry."
Erik saw the rebels being mowed down by the blackguards' superior firepower and advanced weaponry.
The sight twisted his stomach, but he forced himself to stay focused.
The battle continued, and despite the trendous differences in firepower, the situation wasn't exactly in the blackguards' favor.
That was because the rebels used a sizeable chunk of their forces to make this attack. Mostly because soon more of Erik's clones were going to join the rebels' ranks.
As much as Fischer and Van Dyke didn't like using people as cannon fodder, it wasn't like they had another alternative.
Diverting Volkov's and the Blackguards' attention from the enlistnt center was paramount. The information held there was going to give the rebels an unprecedented advantage.
A burst of energy exploded close to Erik, sending him sprawling to the ground.
He rolled to his feet.
"Fuck..."
A blackguard with ranged brain crystal powers stood over him, offering a hand.
"Are you injured?"
Judging by the insignia on the man's armor, this guy must have been a warden; hence, he was three ranks over him. "Yes, sir! Thanks for having asked!"
Erik took the man's hands. Luckily, the blackguard couldn't see his face, since Erik was masked. Because if he would, he would have seen the contempt, no, the hatred burning in Erik's eyes.
"Get back in the fight, Savage Blood!" Shatterfist said before turning to attack the rebels. Erik didn't see what was happening on the other side of the battlefield. There were too many buildings and explosions rocking around, but judging by the situation, the rebels were making a fierce attack.
What surprised Erik, though, was that the rebels were playing all of this well.
Already, half the convoy had been stopped. For a mont, it seed the rebels were going to succeed. It would have been fantastic if there really was sothing to steal in those trucks. Sadly, all of this was a ruse.
The blackguards must have taken this rebels' advantage really badly, because they started making more decisive attacks.
Erik's gaze, in fact, was drawn to a flurry of motion on the periphery of the battle.
Turning his head, he spotted five blackguards rushing towards a dense cluster of rebels. Sothing about their movents seed off-too efficient, too coordinated.
As he observed them engage the rebels, Erik noticed a curious detail.
Four of the blackguards were using their brain crystal powers, unleashing devastating attacks. But in the fifth, his movents were distinct. This blackguard fought solely with his fists, yet each strike felled a rebel with brutal efficiency.
Erik wondered why the guy was so focused on not using his or her brain crystal power. That was a life or death battle. Not using it was simply stupid.
His eyes narrowed behind the mask, because so details didn't escape him.
The team had a lot of power and the discipline they were showing was clearly beyond those of the average blackguards' mbers.
As the group dispatched rebel after rebel, the man, most likely the team's leader, was suddenly jumped by twenty rebels.
They were desperate, but for sure, that desperate move was going to make the man regret not having used his brain crystal powers. Or so Erik thought.
Yes, a thought, because as soon as the rebels moved, four black tendrils erupted from the mysterious blackguard's back, whipping through the air with a serpentine grace.
Erik's eyes widened behind his mask as he saw the man ripping to shred the rebels. It wasn't that he had never seen that much gore, or that he hadn't seen comrades dying during these
months.
No, the reason he was shocked was because he had seen those tendrils before-it happened years ago, during the school tournant.
Besides, wasn't he searchi for a group led by a guy called Dark Tendrils?
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