A small burst of pain erupted around my chest. The direct impact stings a bit but the explosion does nothing. I remain floating where I was. My eyes picked up Nolan and Varnis through the smoke doing the same.
The smoke clears. We spot 5 large ships with massive guns pointed at us. Looking down at my clothes I note they remain undamaged despite the large explosion. Wonder what it's made of.
Nolan wastes zero time. In a blur, he dismantles the five ships with little effort. His face is calm and cold as he rips open the hulls. The aliens inside the ships are spilling out.
I cringe as I watch human-looking aliens suffocate. They just have long floppy ears and pink skin. With semi-feline features. Human-built. They clutch at their necks before falling victim to the cold void.
(Pathetic.) Nolan remarks as we observe the aliens struggle for their lives suffocating.
He turns to me. I almost flinch at the hard look he gives me.
(Varnis and I will handle their planetary defenses you will prioritize capturing their political leaders alive. And any surrendering aliens. And be careful when handling their monarchs Vergil. Even if these creatures are lesser killing Monarchs is still a bit taboo. No matter the race.)
I nod. Mentally bracing myself as we descend from the moon. Our figures blasting into the upper atmosphere of the purple planet feet first.
I feel the three of us ignite as we descend. Immediately we're swarmed by futuristic aircraft. At least futuristic by my old Earth's standards.
They launch hundreds of lasers at us which we ignore. Immediately the three of us split in a burst of speed. I feel myself focus as I avoid the swarming ships.
I find the nearest city. And grimace. I'm intercepted by swarms of soldiers immediately and I dodge and tank attacks easily.
"Viltrumite!" I hear a voice yell in pure fear as the men scramble around. Civilians scream and I pause.
My heart quickens as I look at the terrified gazes of children. I decided to ignore them in turn for the soldiers. They signed up for combat. So my beating them isn't wrong right?
A large burly soldier with a huge blaster slams down into he ground hard making me tense. My blood rushes. My fist clenches as I get ready for a hard fight.
The beam that shoots from the blaster is easily truck-sized. I dodge. My speed not slowing even when I rapidly shift direction.
Blurring towards the large soldier. I cock my fist back and swing. Now look. When I swung at this absolute behemoth. No seriously he's like 10 feet tall with fucking huge muscles and sick armor. I expected him to tank it.
But then I've realized something bad. I have no experience holding back. I've only ever fought Viltrumites. Who are arguably the toughest motherfuckers in the universe. And mindless robots whom I don't have any care for.
So when my fist hit this alien's face. Instead of his body resisting and him going flying like I expected. His face exploded in a gore of purple blood as a small Shockwave blasts away fleeing Civilians. The ones too close crash into the ground roughly as I catch myself freezing in pure shock.
"F-Fuck!"
I yell in shock as I rip my hand from the dead alien's pulverized skull. I look at my hands in shock. I just wanted to knock him out. I could've lied and said he surrendered and he'd be spared.
A slave. But still alive. I didn't want to kill anyone!
-BANG!
A large bang erupts from somewhere in front of me as said large beam slams into the middle of my forehead. It sends me flying into a building as I crash through the foundations
Coming to a halt with my flight aiding me. I rub my forehead a bit in annoyance. That's gonna bruise.
Looking around the destroyed building makes my blood run cold. What the fuck.
Numerous aliens lay dead. Limbs separated from their bodies did my just crashing through a building do this? How are they so weak? How are they so...
Fragile
"Did that get him?" A feminine voice says loudly. I shake my head in annoyance blasting out of the collapsing building.
"No. It stung a bit I'd admit." I speak as I float over the hundreds of alien soldiers. The one who shot me holds a special gun. It looks like a sniper. She wears a hat with a weird insignia atop it. A general probably.
"You damn Viltrumites... tough bastards... 30 cetons of energy to the forehead and you aren't even scratched." The woman speaks in disbelief as the nearby soldiers' faces go blank. The look of people who already knew they lost but won't go down swinging.
I cross my arms in an attempt to look intimidating. Mimicking the cold look Varnis gave the ones we fought in space I speak.
"Surrender and you won't die. We're supposed to keep the planet cap over 70% so we can spare most of you." I explain simply the woman blinks before her entire demeanor shifts.
"Are all you Viltrumites born as fucking robotic monsters? Why do this? You're so young yet you're so casually speaking about killing us!" The woman arms her gun and points it at me. The tip glows red as the men follow her lead.
"If surrendering means you get to sell our people off to those slavers down in the Vega system then hell fucking no we won't! We're gonna fight to the end!" She yells more so to herself and her men than to me. The surrounding men harump in unison as I sigh.
I won't kill civilians but these guys have no issues with trying to kill me. So I won't hesitate to kill them. I'm not naive enough to think sparing those willing to kill me is wise.
"Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you." Is all the warning they get as my face turns cold. I feel myself mentally detach from the situation.
In a flash, I'm carving through the hundreds of men with my arm poised in a stab. Hundreds split in half in a mere second as they scramble to shoot at me.
Their warm blood coats my hand but I surge forward ignoring it. I maneuver between laser beams which cause the men to friendly fire as I close in on another crowd.
-Bang!
The same sound from before reaches my ears. My hand blurs up as I block the beam. It stings my hand a bit. Slightly irritating the skin as I turn to the commander.
"You'll be spared. That technology is capable of slightly bypassing a Viltrumite's natural defenses. Even if I'm a bit more squishy compared to the purebloods." I explain as the woman blinks. I don't give her more than that before she's unconscious. I held back my karate chop as much as physically possible.
Even then I felt a bone shift. But her breaths tell me she's just unconscious.
"Commander!" A large soldier yells before he bellows and slams his war hammer into my side. Weird weapon option when your people have access to laser beam guns
Instead of hurting me. It bounces off me and rattles in his hand as I stare blankly.
"My turn."
I kick him. Hard. Splitting him in two as his two halves go flying.
"This is a bit boring." I stare at the soldiers scrambling blankly. I need to find out where they hold the royals so I'll do some interrogation on civilians.
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Floating above a flat patch of dirt in the middle of a forest. I stare at the ground blankly. For anyone else, this would look like a normal patch of grass and dirt but for me I see it.
Underneath the dirt is firm metal. Who knew aliens would use a bunker? After giving some soldiers empty threats they caved fast and told me where the king and queen would be hiding. They have 3 daughters. I have no idea why he specified but it doesn't matter.
I should be expecting some elite guard of sorts. I doubt they would expect any company. I drop down from my elevated position. The ground and metal caves underneath my strength gives way to the inside of the underground bunker.
"Ahhhhh! Viltrumite!"
A feminine voice screeches. Immediately I'm surrounded by shadow-like figures. They draw weapons that look like lights Amber's and descend upon me fast.
Almost about half as fast as Thidor. A Viltrumite. That's very freaking fast for a non Viltrumite/speedster. These guys are the elites.
Not taking any chances I dodge the laser sword weapons they have and counter with a kick towards one's midsection. The figure moves with clear skill built from years of training as they easily twist around my leg and goes to slash it.
I just tilt. And move at speeds far beyond what he could see and with a slash of my hand he's cut in half. Huh. Is it me or do I have a cutting people in half fetish?
I don't get time to think as the remaining three figures scramble towards me. Not even flinching at their ally's death as the girl alien runs out of the room in the bunker elsewhere.
Numerous guns appear on the walls after the girl exits the room I blink a bit before I feel a sudden sharp pain. My hands clutch at my head as a very specific sound is sent spiraling through my eardrums
I bite my lip to resist the urge to scream. I lose control of my flight and land on my feet but I remain calm. I don't know where this calm comes from but I briefly resist the agony to dodge out of the way of three laser swords Getting distance I hone in on the sound projector and my feet leave the ground hard.
I leap towards the projector at full speed. My hand crashes into it and destroys it as I feel immediate relief. Regaining control of my flight I decide to end things before any more surprises can happen.
'How did they know about that specific frequency though? Weird. It's probably a common knowledge weakness like Kryptonians and Kryptonite.'
I handle the guards relatively quickly after that. When I'm not holding back they are virtually toddlers trying to take down a grown adult.
Blasting through the locked door in one of the many bunker rooms. I find a fat man in royal attire and a crown his long ears flopping around as he hides behind three crying girls and an older woman who stands bravely.
"I've killed the guards. Surrender and you won't meet the same fate." I bluff. Either way, I was specifically ordered not to kill them. But they don't know that.
"P-please! You can take my daughters! They'll be good concubines for you! I promise they are fertile! And you can have my wife!" The fat king hiding behind his three teenage daughters squeaks as I turn my full undivided attention to the coward.
Gesturing toward him I glance at the queen.
"You mated with this coward?" I ask disappointed before I move in a blur. Before they can even breathe or blink. I have the king by the throat.
"Nolan said I couldn't kill royals. But would that even apply to you, coward? I doubt you deserve to be referred to as a royal and your recent display Kind of angered me." I clench the man's throat tight as the three girls and the older woman turn in shock and clear terror at my speed.
"*Gurk* Please!" The king chokes out as I sigh and toss him to the ground.
"Pathetic." I grumble as I rub my temples. I'm starting to sound like the other Viltrumites. Maybe they're rubbing off on me. I have been around them for almost a year now.
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Floating over a couple Hundred thousand people I stare blankly as robots strap collars to their necks. My hands stained in purple blood as Nolan and Varnis join me mid air.
"You did well Vergil. I have no doubts even the grand regent will be surprised by how well you did." Nolan praises. I nod slightly.
"Is it true that conquest takes on planets way tougher than this one. And does it solo?" I ask blankly. I need to gauge how strong he is.
"Conquest once killed an entire squad of Daximites in single combat. 4 against one. He's also killed yellow sun boosted Kryptonians. And has a tally of thousands of lanterns killed. He's also conquered the most planets in Viltrum history." Nolan speaks with some reverance making me scowl hard.
"So he's strong." I ask. Already knowing the answer.
"Stronger than all of us except lord Thragg. Yes."
I have a long way to go.
Varin looks at me mockingly as he opens his mouth. I prepare for some nonsensical taunt but his words surprise me.
"No bat runt. Not bad at all. They had surprising tech. Their quantum bombs stung me a bit. I thought you would've died." Varnis tauntingly complements me as I sigh.
"Now. I have other matters to attend to. I want a thousand of these ilk lined up for execution by my hand. Gibe the rest a message of what resistance gets them!" Varnis barks orders at the robots as I feel my eyes slowly grow a bit wide.
"Why are we killing a thousand. They're already lost. They have no hope. There's no reason for unnecessary bloodshed." I argue as Nolan gives me a look.
"As long as the thousand doesn't dent their population percentage I don't care." Nolan states. I almost growl but calm down. Hrs basically our 3 man squad leader or something plus he'd kick my ass.
"Nolan. When you first begun missions thousands of years ago have you ever realized how fragile others are compared to us?" I question the older Viltrumite who nods.
"That's why we're superior." He states calmly. As I shake my head. That's not the thought I have but I chose not to comment on it.