Chapter 42

Meanwhile, back with Mikhail, right now, he was tinkering with his extra body, yes, EXTRA body!

Unlike the other worlds that he was in, which always prevented him from inhabiting more than one body, this world didn't have such restrictions~.

So he was going to create a minor copy of himself that is submissive to him and has most of his current abilities. Think of it as an automated avatar.

When he's not in control, it will do its best to support him and do what is best for his faction.

But when he takes control, it'll be like he's playing a VR game, so if the extra body gets attacked spiritually, it won't reach him.

While there are other factors to worry about, there's only so much he can do for now.

As of late, Gamma had been getting more touchy-feely, especially when she found out that Mikhail stops moving once he's connected to his extra body. The psychic lacks the Augmentation to control multiple bodies at once since Tiberium ore is required for such an upgrade too.

So imagine, His reaction when he disconnected from his avatar and a certain someone rubbing on him while... kissing him and fingering herself.

There was a brief moment of silence between the two, but being the psychic that he is and her thoughts unable to escape him.

Mikhail manned up, picked her up, and brought Gamma to his room to fully explore his body upgrades, making the 'test run' last a few hours.

Let us just say that Gamma was incapacitated for the rest of the day afterward with two more additions besides her which happened to be the floating disc pilot that he rode with, and Eve, who came to deliver some extra supplies.

He was tempted to smoke right about now. However, some disturbing news reached his ears...

Not only did the king pass away sooner, but there was a will that stated that the first prince would be the next king.

While it didn't really disturb his plans, it did, however, make it obvious to simply wipe out the united kingdom than to continue with the farce his people had in mind.

So Mikhail decided to call it a night and go to bed with the three still twitching ladies sprawled on his extra-large bed.

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Meanwhile, in the lands some distance away from the demon's kingdom.

A large gray-skinned man leading a batch of others like him with some psychic soldiers and the Viruses slithering along behind them all, the leader's name was Hammer fist, the very same lizard that was now looking for his daughter.

Thanks to the help of the psychic soldier, it was easy to get the information about his child's location before he devoured the demon completely. Thanks to that, he was at the peak of the fifth tier, capable of handling those who are two levels higher once he uses the berserk, then virtually unkillable by those of the 8th tier, physically speaking at least.

This was one of the reasons why Mikhail allowed Hammer fist to find his daughter, to give him a chance to grow, and should the mission be a success. This specific brute can reach heights of power far greater than those that aren't fueled by some kind of goal.

The psychic may be manipulating the situation for his benefit, but he does his best to keep them alive and mentally healthy, even if he has to make clones of their fallen families to do so!

There was also one minor detail that Toukgal in their language means Hammer fist didn't know his daughter's head had been destroyed while the rest of her body was preserved, via large amounts of aura, to do what her captor needed it for.

Thus the reason why cloning was mentioned, but being within the territory of demons, the brute will want to vent his anger somehow.

Mikhail doesn't like it when his own units destroy any of his stuff. Think of it like letting your dog shit in someone else's yard, and you don't clean up afterward ~.

While he doesn't really think of them as his pets or dogs, the psychic was just being too lazy to PROPERLY explain anything.

But back to the brute as he found the hidden cave where his daughter was stashed away.

"Hurry, HURRY! I need to get to her soon!"

The worried father was practically panicking while speeding up his steps as Hammer's fist entered the cave.

The psychic that knew of the lizard girl's condition had a difficult look. Interestingly enough, this psychic soldier was one of Hammer fist's old comrades in arms that went by the name Jughir which meant white scale.

White scale knew how his friend would react.

The former lizardman also knew of what WILL happen when the brute sees his daughter's condition.

Numerous times through the journey here, the psychic wanted to tell him, but fearing that he'll lose his mind is was White Scale feared the most.

"ahh... urgh!"

A low sorrowful cry echoed from the cave before the sound of something heavy landing on the ground followed.

White scale entered the cave and soon found his friend on both knees. Angry at him himself as he looked at the floor right in front of him, was a headless female body with countless eggshells around it and a still swollen belly.

"no, This can't be!"

Was what he told himself in denial with a choked voice.

Hammer fist then raised his shaking hand reached out slowly to what was left of his daughter as tears trickled down his face.

It was scrunched up in with several emotions, unable to choose what should be used at this moment.

Then Hammer fist raised his head to face the ceiling, White scale called out to him, hoping to make him stop, but he was too late.

As the brute released a mournful Howl with all his might as he pulled his aura into his heart, he raised both of his hands high before clenching them into fists that came crashing down repeatedly on the ground that he was kneeling on.

White Scale's scales crawled in fear as he knew what that howl meant and collecting all of his aura to his heart at the same time, and now it became the worst-case scenario.

In their culture, when one gathers their Aura into their heart after releasing a howl, that is referred to as Blood's calling.

Think of it as an extreme way to create an unstoppable blood feud until the one that did that ceremony kills at least 100,000 of whatever race the initiator sets that in this case, and it happens to be demons, the profits to this allow one to grow at a faster rate at this period of time by at least 3-10 times.

Now for the downsides, not only does the initiator have a time limit of a year, but he will also be forced to endure a growing pain that travels through his body for increasing his potential in such a drastic manner, some physical mutations that grow more apparent as time passes, then last, but not least they will have an uncontrollable bloodlust towards anything that has demon blood coursing through them.

Only those that are resolved to die a gruesome death would be willing to do a blood calling.

That's what happened to many of his tribesmen thanks to them being too weak the majority of the time when they do this.

Should one fail, there are two outcomes, body completely breaking apart for going WAY beyond what their body can handle or...

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Regardless Hammer fist's group received a message for their supreme leader.

It was only three words, but it was enough to bring a nasty smile upon the face of the brute that was on the brink of insanity as his head tilted unnaturally to the side.

Give them hell.

Hammer's fist was more than happy to follow these 'sweet' sounding words!