"Unwelcomed; Idol"

From beyond the horizon, Crimson Sea of Bugs was being consumed by a Blaze of the Stellar Sky and Falling Stars. It was being stalked from afar by the remaining COMS. Her Majesty is aware, these pests are still restless after all, so were an Emanator of the Swarm responsible to this voyage. 

*Sighs*, normally(?), this wouldn't exhaust him, but he no longer have his inhumane heart, does he? All that was left from the blazing implosion, were numerous exoskeletons, and most of it had become brittle, then him, and debris of floating molten steels. 

"Annoying bastards", Samuel (Kalpas), grunted, ("FIR'ZED, GIVE ME A ROPE!"), he roared incoherently, to which none replied, he was exhausted, and the range of his senses were reduced, without a doubt it was dangerous for him, but it isn't new for him to sought it until now, until one after another, dozen steel-bird-like creatures, revealed themselves, latched, and carried his fiendish form as he endured the drowsiness, until the swaying stopped. As he succumbed to sleep, he dreamt about, he remembered the shelter with those sickly people cheering him up as he was busy minding his own task, then the prison he could have escaped anytime, then that snake's--

"Have you rested enough, esteemed guest?", a static female voice greeted, and his form, was latched on a steel bed. Holographic monitors displays an analysis to his constitution, paraphernalia, he was very familiar with this situation, thanks to that certain snake. 

"I, no, we, would be grateful for your cooperation, is that all you wanted to say?", he coldly grunted, as some bolts unscrew themselves, and the latches releases him, "What did you do to me?"

"I've transmitted an encrypted message, as soon as you go out, please seek where each flares were from, have a meal as you pass by. Oh, What should I call you, esteemed guest?", a holographic royalty, sternly said.

"I asked, what did you do to me, whoever are you supposed to be."

"I've escorted you safely for you to rest, please, bring us salvation from those pests.", she replied in a condescending tone, as he walked clumsily to tear open through a wall to exit, but he stopped to briefly face them sideways. "Oh, me, an esteemed guest?"

"Do as you will."

He ended the banter indifferently, as he grabbed some debris to cover the hole.

"How barbaric, no matter how much grace have I bestowed upon, a fiend would incite unruly cultists... So he called himself Samuel, Swarm Annihilator Machine, how pleasant does it sound in this trying times?" 

"With the prototype armor made with the tempered carcass, we could motion capture him, but your Highness! Won't it dishonor our fallen heroes if it's just him?", a retainer enthusiastically comment.

"We still have to observe him, besides distributing relief goods, and resetting up transmitters to relay routes of evacuation for any survivors, collect the carcasses discreetly with the drones, Our People shall witness among the Future Miracle to acclaim our perseverance, a Troop of Knights after that madman, we shall improve the design with the materials he'll lay waste of those pests. Upon triumph, the Credits shall reconstitute us anew, and for the volunteers inspired to follow him by our command, we'll educate them." 

"How visionary, Titania", a hologram of old men, and impostors applaud.

("I would definitely overthrew you soon reeking low-lives, spare my people, from the Anti Life Equation, I'm truly doing you my favor, with his undaunting presence, I'll plea him my freedom off this mess.")

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("What the fuck! Why do I feel so stiff?"), either way he adapted, unlike the standard Molten Knights appearance, his were just a custom helm that specifically slides to coves his inhumane maw, and an armor to cover his shoulders and torso from the back and the chest, and some skirt armor for some decency to the citizens, it has enough ventilation to emit and exhaust high temperatures. 

As he had just yet to recovered, he had to precisely struck the joints after tearing through the antennas with a chop, and gouging and imploding the eyes of the bugs with a burning hand, unlike how he usually brute his way, although upon tearing off the beetle horns, he would then use it as a mace. It was then he noticed that he was wearing something when he was about to consume the hunted prey. But he wasn't done, their numbers forsaken, are still abundant.

Debris, and teared scythed limbs, he skillfully displayed a milder prowess, he remodeled his skewers, as he valiantly slashed, or tear with a burning fist or foot. The roaring quakes of his usual crashing stomps, had lulled cries into an inspiring rhythm, before the bugs can roared, his fist and hurled projectiles did.

As his hunger subsides, and his satiety adjusted, he slid down the helm's visor. The flame he were able to emit arose, the emitted explosive flames, had become woven into finesse as he captures the awe of his witnesses, with an unyielding prowess. He recalled the undaunted figures of the Pink-haired Swordswoman with increasing speed and precision, the Cold Pushover weaving the frost as it melts carnage into vapors, the Blind Doctor's serene gestures as he also pinpoints enemies into paralysis, and the girl named Hua who contrasts his destructiveness with similar flames.

These people hiding in the corners from these countless bugs, this time, they won't have to fear the madman, for he would no longer be reckless. This unwelcomed Knight, would soon be idolized, to fend further against the pests, but how long would he withhold, this mask as the first Molten Knight of Glamoth's resistance against these unruly pests? 

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