Chapter 46: Surrounded?.

Analyzing everything that has happened to me in the previous minutes, I can't help but start kiltering, feeling how the most primal instincts hiding deep within me are crawling hastily to overtake my sanity.

Or that is what is supposed to happen, but instead, I remain calm, conscious about my inmediations and somehow aware of my enhanced physical capabilities, as is way too obvious the heightened performance of the Quelizt, between six and eight folds more efficient and effective than before, making my perception even more detailed and precise.

"—Are both of you showing hostility against a Soldier of The Kcrwlmndth Federation?"; The evident threat on my statement is followed by Marckza putting down the barrel of the Battle Rifle For Designated Marksmen; Which forces Amber to dematerialize her sword.

"—How is possible that you are still racional?"; Marckza is consternated yet curious; However, I don't know the answer.

—I have no idea…

Returning to our scouting task, it is noticeable how attentive Marckza and Amber are to all my actions, clearly distrusting my apparent control.

And I can't blame them, as I wouldn't even have given this courtesy, immediately eliminating whoever lost their reasoning ability due to the Ascension Animal Affection.

Finishing our role, we go back towards the Beacon, seeing various tents in construction and others completely ready to be used.

Marckza goes with her group as us approach Gretta, assisting her in erecting the tent.

—You come back too quickly; Is there no enemies on this place?.

Inquire the Muscular Shorty, and Merzïry reply as Amber attention is too fixed on me.

—Apparently, But is weird Gretta, there is no insects or birds, only fish in a river almost two kilometers to the west.

—That sounds good!, Lorraine, Do you know how to cook fish?.

—Yes, I can make a few recipes, But I need to see with what I am dealing with…

Amber finally wakes up from her suspicious reverie and joins the conversation with obvious interest "—Boneless Fish, we can catch some in a container to keep them fresh"…

"—Can I tag with you?"; Asks Gorddzza, the tall black skinned woman has a dark black hair with the lower half of a mustard yellow, a tonality that is similar to the one in her eyes, as a revealing armor that i do not find useful but is truly enticing.

"—I was thinking on going only with Trektör and M-Merzïry"; Reveals Amber "—They are fast, and their reflexes are close to mine".

"—No Amber, you understood wrongly": Say Merzïry with a kind smile "—Gorddzza is talking about eating".

—Oh!…

"—I don't see a problem with that"; Say Lorraine conscious and resolutely "—I can prepare for her too if you three bring enough fish".

—S-Shouldn't we invite to those protecting the Beacon too?.

After her statement, Zifarlia becomes more shy which is adorable as her trembling notoriously increases as everyone is observing her.

"—She is right!"; Acknowledge Merzïry hopping in the direction of the river "—Why are you not coming, we have a lot to do!".

Carrying each one of us a pair of not so small barrels, the three of us leave the camp again, arriving to our destination in mere minutes.

Our new task is extremely easy, as catching the fish with our bare hands is literally not different than a boring game, filling the barrels we bring in the following minutes.

*Rrgrrgrr*

The growl alerts us, seeing our first group of creatures; More than two hundred scrawny green skinned anthropoids that barely reach 1.5 meters of height; Their are yellow eyed with largely big pointy ears, and have a wide mouth with sharp teeth and a long blue tongue.

Although naked, they ride a sort of canine beast similar to a black wolf with red eyes and menacing white claws.

One of this anthropoid creatures slaps harshly the head of his mount, displeased with its disobedience, or more like by the fact of provoking the noise that alert us.

§ Gnardimgard §

Rank: Unranked

Inclination: Malicious greed

Type: Selfish Capturer

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§ Wolvclaween §

Rank: Unranked

Inclination: Offensive Utility

Type: Loyal Follower

About 30 Gnardimgard dismount their Wolvclaween, the latter running fast to prevent our scape, encircling us in an instant.

—Come "Melteatriss"!.

Scream Amber as her blazing sword appears once again; Her chest illuminates and a woman of six and a half meters of height materialize behind Matchmber.

The red skinned woman has four horns on her head along the fire like hair, a short lava dress covers part of her silhouette, carrying chains of yellow shade due to the heat coursing through it, hinting to be in the verge of smoldering.

Merzïry does something similar, calling to her Contracted partner "—Furmord"; A large quadruped beast of hardened beige fur and yellowish orange eyes leaves Merzïry's illuminated chest, its size is about 5 meters of height, but the constitution is more than enough to be the mount of Amber's Contract partner "Melteatriss".

A broad two-handed sword of beige blade is created out of nowhere for Merzïry's to wield, the weapon looks heavy, but she carries the object around in one hand without a problem.

—Don't hold back against this pests Trektör!, and do not allow them to take us alive!.

The implicit request in these words does not surprise me, it is something that has been asked from others before, and I am also aware of why they prefer death at being a prisoner.

"—I will have it present Matchmber, But we can just kill this weaklings"; Unholstering my backup gun from my left ankle, while simultaneously hold the Combat Pistol with my right hand; Shooting a single [Ionic Strike] with the latter, killing two Gnardimgards and injuring another four as three Wolvclaween fall death.

—See Matchmber, WEAKLINGS!.

Contrary to what I could have expected; The corpses rot at an extraordinary speed, leaving in two seconds only the bones and the transparent Nûrkxz of each creature.

The Gnardimgards and Wolvclaween hastily advance to devour the residual bones, but I learned my lesson from the Æzh'Xinder, shooting them down nonstop before they become more powerful by eating the rest of their peers.

They have their own ways too, protecting themselves with translucent yellow [Rouleaux Barriers], which do basically nothing to prevent the sheer penetration of each of my bullets.

"—Furmord, Hunt and eat!"; Merzïry's order is obeyed by the beast, engaging in combat against the Wolvclaween at our back, chomping them with relatively ease, as Furmord speed is higher than the maximum of his opponents, and on top of that, they are smaller.

The Gnardimgards launches themselves into the fray, spitting slow yellow energy, which doesn't affect our transparent [Zöhår Membrane] in the slightest when a hit finally impact us.

With renewed enthusiasm, Amber follows Merzïry on an offensive against the creatures in front while I cover and assist them from behind, checking that none of our enemies escape from us.

Melteatriss is on a different fight on her own, as each of her hits with the chains instantly burn into cinders the creatures near the area of each impact, leaving black burned marks in the inmediations wherever she strikes.

In a matter of minutes there is only bones and Nûrkxz scattered around of our inmediations, wasting no time to gather up all this resources and going back to the camp.

Where everyone is fighting against an Horde almost seven times larger than the one Amber and Merzïry just eliminate with me.

I can see several alienations from the Gnardimgard, which should be an idiocy if it weren't by the multiple layers of [Rouleaux Barriers] defending their steady advancement.

{Easy Prey!}

Grabbing my Flashlight Knife I canalize my best ammunition, creating a black and dark gray coating over the maroon blade with cyan ethereal edge.

—[Vwöölth].

The energetic projectile that travels at hypersonic speed perforates everything in its path, demolishing the formation of [Rouleaux Barriers] along with a hundred or more Wolvclaween with at least two times the same amount of Gnardimgard troops.

With the weakened charge of this creatures and devoid of any real protection, they start to be overwhelmed by the sume of distinct attacks of our camp comrades, dying as cannon fodder and attempting to flee with no success at all due to the monstrous accuracy of Marckza sniping them down steadily devoid of any basilation.

{I think I have a Hard On}

‡You do, and I understand why you fall in love with her, If she had a Dick, I would let her have her way with me‡

{Jajaja, Let's focus on the battle, we can think on the future later}

Delving forward, we annihilate the remaining hostile creatures, putting an end to this sudden offensive.

Subsequently, we focus on gather the resources obtain in the battle as well as tending to the wounds of some, while others return to their tents completely exhausted.

{This creatures rotting so fast is extremely good, we don't have to pile their bodies and burn them to prevent illness or intoxication}

‡Lazy‡

{Jajaja, Is really funny considering you didn't fight, and only watch}

‡Because you didn't let me out‡

{Oh!, So that is why Merzïry and Amber said the Names of their Contracted Partners}

—My Bad, Come "Annïzzhïa"!…