Chimera Wandering The Dead Roads - Volume 5: Shield Hero Chapter 112 Bandit Fort? Act Two: Ding Dong The Artillery Cannons Came Knocking
After getting a sixeable undead army of three hundred to siege the fort. I almost felt like a Spartan commander with his two hundred ninety-nine troops. But I’m a little different I have guns at my disposal freely for the most part. So with a chuckle I start humming when Sloth does something suddenly. That makes me question if this is allowed since he’s doing so to be lazy.
[ ERROR ERROR ERROR… Autherization Accepted Deadly Sins Sloth! Interpreting request for mobile gun vehicles by Sin of Sloth. Request has been cleared by the hero system thank you. ]
[ Minigun Bike Added, Mortarbike added, Artillery Truck added ]
Biazar: “You lazy bum but your also a genius…..”
Sloth: “Let the laziness corrupt you~!”
Biazar: “Hey don’t you try a Bane voice on me! Which how’d you even change your voice?!”
Sloth: “When you live for nearly a thousand years and spy a lot on people. You start picking up hobbies and planning how to use said hobbies for fun or murder. Because one time I acted like a high ranking member of the Japanese Special Defense Force. To sneak into the office of a lieutenant that was a laughing coffin member to murder them violently. It was a very fun time as I sealed off sound in the room then made it look like she was spirited away!”
Looking back on said memory as he spoke I could only chuckle. As that event certainly looked fun but why are memories of murder the most remembered thing?! Sighing I see what exactly the mortarbike is and welp its as I imagined. Its a f.u.c.k.i.n.g motorcycle towing a mortar around on it! But I can use it remotely if I have a second gun summoned. For this endvour I’ll be using the mind gun to track everyone’s movements. As since these are bandits lets torture them a little bit yea?
Thinking such a thing I try three guns out and felt a bit of pressure on my brain. But three manageable just hope I never have to increase the akimbo limits. Though against the Spirit Tortoise I may very well have to as it has the highest defense power. Sighing in frustration I have two artillery trucks transport everyone with cannons ready. But the weight on the trucks also causes pressure good to learn early on. But thinking right now is useless! Charge forward my four barreled artillery trucks crush all tree’s and small fries!!
As I thought charge forward and crush I noticed something abnormal between the truck front grills. Are those lancers from gears of war with larger chain saws? Ah! One nicked my butt!! With the nicking of my butt I scurry up onto the truck roof. As I don’t wanna be inside but ride dangerously like the weirdo I am!
Biazar: “You hear the rustling of tree leaves and the rumbling of thunder off in the distance. The sounds wakes everyone from their sleep as the dead raise up from their graves. The thunder getting more violent and prominent by the second. The crows sound off like an alarm of dead night with deafening shrieks and crys.
The horse men War and Strife have both arrived in town. To reap your lives and ride through the night causing trouble! Lock your doors, lock your minds, lock your hearts tonight! The dead roam these streets growling and feasting on the unlucky souls caught outside!”
When started singing. we were already at the gates so I blew them wide open! As the trucks halted I flew into the fray turning one truck into my combat shotgun. Blowing off a near by bandits head as my feet made contact with another’s chest. Caving it in with a violent crushing sound as I used to them kill my momentum. My undead flooding in from everywhere as the leaders, women and childern hid in a room. However I wasn’t done so I kept signing and killing!
Biazar: “War and Strife are galloping on their horses through these dead streets. The dead and other monsters of the night at their beck and call waiting for their words.
When they give their permission to go mad like the monsters they are. The monsters of the night start their blood bath with the humans still living. It doesn’t matter where you hide at or where you take your last hurrah at. As the monsters are growing in number while you dwindle in number!
You try to run and hide from the monsters but you only get dragged to despair. As the grab you through the areas you deemed safe at first. Your last hurrah turns into a blood curdling cry for blood. War and Strife watching silently from a top their horses as Pestilence rides up beside them smirking.”
As I sang I moved and gunned people down sometimes even my own undead. As the fresh borns were acting like feral savages towards me. I moved towards the room in the fort those people had holed up thinking it’ll be safe. Till as soon as I confirmed the area was in no blockage of the artillery cannon. I blew the wall wide open as I walked in through the rubble on the floor. Undead clogging all exits I finished singing the last lines of my song. As I caught a throwing knife between my fingers smiling at the captives.
Biazar: “And so with three hors.e.m.e.n of the apocalypse on your door steps. Running or fighting is a futile endeavour to do. As you no longer have a choice but, to silently become their entertainment till you die a painful death.”
Like my smile shook the fourty-eight captives that I had corned. My smile curling up wider on my lips as I looked at them. My eye’s flickering with bright crimson emerald like glowing. Driving dread into the hearts of these bandits as the fun has truly just begun!
Biazar: “Hope you all have said your prayers as we’re about to have a bloody good time together!”
[ Title: Demonic Gun ]
[ Title: Fifth Horseman of the apocalypse Dread ]
[ Title: Tag Team Demons of Sin ]
