C83 Good As Dead

Her first response was to break free, but the moment she did the pressure on her neck Increased while a green Lazer found Its mark on her forehead.

"Don't even think about It"

Once again the electronically distorted xenos words reached her long pointy ears she didn't understand them.

But the sight of a pistols muzzle being pointed at her by an armless cosmic marine was more than enough to get the message.

Isabella could certainly break free In her prime but she simply didn't have the energy to do It.

And as for mind control well as long as the eyes and brains of the target were obscured It was much harder to do.

"For f*cks sake, he Is dying you g*damn psychos!"

Isabella roared at the top of her lungs only to be Ignored as she heard the warrior who seemed to be the commander here to Issue out a string of orders.

"Han, Rob I want our Imperators condition report now!"

Seargent Mirov barked as he stood up by taking off his armored knee from Isabella's neck.

"Yes sir!"

Both of the death squads paramedics that looked like they went to hell and crawled back from It replied as they emptied their last mags at the nearest still twitching orc corpses for good measure.

All of the females lay dead, their bodies either riddled with fist sized holes, hacked Into pieces, or missing heads and limbs entirely.

However, the death squad wasn't faring any better, with wrecked armor plating, torn limbs, and multiple organ failures.

Yet these warriors who were the best of the best that the Terranum Imperium Militaris had to offer were built to endure to levels that would make most of the galaxies biologists go bunkers trying to explain to themselves just how mad the person that designed them had to be to achieve this.

There was a reason the orcs were considered the galaxy's number one threat, and that was because only a few races could put up a fight against them In ground combat.

Most of them could do nothing but get slaughtered as If they were turkeys In a shooting range.

So the simple fact that the death squad didn't lose a single man despite suffering horrendous Injuries that would have killed an average Inhabitant of the Milky Way galaxy ten times over.

Was simply shocking, to say the least.

"Hotel Quebec this delta Mike, engaged a squad sized enemy force, all threats neutralized, no KIAs, 11 Injured to various degrees we can still go on but we need Immediate medical care, were black on ammo and Fenrir Is critical our paramedics are accessing his condition as we speak and we also got an unknown xeno female which seems to be some kind of space vampire over"

Seargent Mirov reported as he watched his paramedics start accessing Dracula's condition.

While he was giving his all to hold on just like every other death marine.

Who were still conscious and moving thanks to their power armors life support systems that were pumping their bodies full of stimulants to keep them going.

Because frankly, their Injuries were truly severe, to say the least.

"Hotel Quebec copy what's Fenrir's condition over"

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Fourth dimension.

"Tsk!Tsk! So much for you're ultimate soldiers war, It seems like they're all bark and no bite"

Desire chirped happily fully enjoying the Irritated expression on wars face.

"Shut It Desire, we both know that overall they were a successful product given our situation back then"

War barked back.

"Though I won't deny that seeing my creations lose so badly Is pissing me off..."

War added more pissed than she cared to admit.

"For the love of the universe can you two stop bickering and focus on the Issue at hand?"

Civilization who finally had enough barked causing the two to focus their eyes on him, making him have the chills because of the two goddesses unfriendly eyes.

Seeing this Knowledge swiped In to save his fellow brother In arms.

"As I was saying this situation Is quite an unexpected development, war what do you think would happen if Dracula got Infected with nanites?"

Knowledge asked war because when It came to biology she was the most knowledgeable In the matter.

"Beats me, I mean you programmed those things specifically for prime elves to turn them Into vampires so I'm really not sure how his body and nanites would react, the most likely scenario Is that he would die because the nanites would rebuild his body from the ground up as their programming dictates them to and that would certainly kill his already heavily augmented body"

War mused out loud only for salty Desire to bark at Knowledge.

"You know I still haven't forgiven you for messing with my civilization like that you prick"

"Oh come on It's been thousands of years already Desire forget It already, It was a stroke of scientific curiosity"

Knowledge barked back as he crossed his hands and leaned Into his throne.

"Scientific curiosity my ass you old c*nt, you wanted to convert my entire civilization Into those revolting bloodsuckers!"

Desire roared as she smacked the round table with her clenched fist destroying It.

"Yeah well someone should have kept her legs closed then!"

Knowledge roared back still pissed about the fact that desire cheated on him while flicking his hand causing the table to reconstruct Itself.

"Oh come on it was thousands of years ago, and It was a one time thing"

F*ck this Is why I'm a f*cling bachelor for life.

Civilization thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose while continuing to listen to the former husband and wife's banter.

"SHUT IT YOU TWO!"

War who also had enough of the nonsense that had already been going on for thousands of years thundered.

"Do we help Death out or not?"

War asked eyeing the beyond ancient beings that were as old as her.

"Fine let's see what happens even if he dies, the psycho's soul will get transferred to his backup body either way"

Desire voiced out her approval.

"I"

Knowledge simply nodded.

"Whatever let's see what happens"

Civilization declared as he grabbed his massive tankard full of beer and drowned It In one go.

"Everyone Is In agreement then, if the fusion of nanites and his augmentation is successful then I have no doubt that even the f*cking bugs will have PTSD after having a go at them"

"I mean our spartans Infused with nanites were the second best killing machines after my orcs"

"So if you combine the regenerative power of nanites with those heavily augmented bodies which are the work of that nut job then I dare say that no one and I mean no one can stand In their way"

War mused out loud already salivating from the chaos, carnage, death, and destruction that would engulf the galaxy if the outcome turned out positive.

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"Barely a few bones Intact, massive Internal bleeding, punctured lung, torn muscles, and multiple organ failure..."

Rob worded out Dracula's Injuries one after another as he looked at the overlapping holographic body's injuries projection with Dracula's real one In his HUD.

While he took out a stretcher from his harness pouch and laid It out on the ground.

"We might as well kill our Imperator and be done with It I'm not sure that even the regen tank can help at this point"

Han added as he Injected the barely conscious Dracula's neck with different stimulants one after another.

"What's the verdict?"

Sergeant Mirov asked after reaching Rob and Han who was missing his left hand and had a deep coagulated gauge In his left ribs fused Into a solid plate side reaching all the way to his organs.

"Honestly sarge, It's one big cluster f*ck, we managed to stabilize him thanks to the stimulants but If he doesn't get surgery ASAP he Is good as dead"

Senior private Rob who was from the third generation of Terrans with seargent Mirov being from the first reported as he finished preparing the stretcher.