Legionnaire - Chapter 58

By the time the week had passed by, Amestris replied a quick curtsy “No”. It was a bit dissapointing really, because I didn’t want to move against the entire Nation of Amestris.

The North’s leader glanced at me and said “Looks like we don’t get to see Amestris degenerate, in fact they seem even more united”.

The East’s leader clicked her tongue, “They act like Heroes with how much blood they have spilt for that bastard, they don’t even acknowledge their misgivings and accept our deal”.

Another Leader then went “Probably if my Nation was faced with the same conditions, such as demands from another group of Nations, for our Citizens or Leader’s lives. I would say no as well, prestige is hard to keep or earn if such a stain remains on their history”.

“Well looks like I might have to move, you might wanna brace youselves for what I am about to do. Damun give me the map of Amestris with their major cities, strongholds and most populated areas marked”.

The West’s Leader shook his twitching robotic arm and said “What are you about to do ?”.

“Curious are you then what I will show you, commit it to memory. You might not see another event equivalent to this in your entire life”.

It only left everybody present, ever more curious as to what I was about to do.

I walked to the Amestrian outpost and took a microphone and shouted out “Fuhrer Bradley or should I say Wrath, get your f.u.c.k.i.n.g a.s.s out of your shell and bring your damned Father out with you. I want to wrap things up in one move and go back home”.

Bradley was there in the City, but he showed no signs of moving. In a short few days Fuhrer Bradley had lost all the prestige and fame he had earned throughout the decades.

If it was not because an external crisis was at hand, his own soldiers, and General would have moved against him. Bradley had painstakingly made Amestris what it was today, and he knew he had the resources to withstand the entirety of the Crusade for more than a quarter of the year.

Plenty time to take action against the Heretic Nation’s, Child Commander Sho. It was his assurance and confidence in the Dwarf that made him take actions, contrary to what should have been done.

“Hey guys brace yourselves”.

Bradley was astonished when the scout relayed the news to him, why had the Crusading Alliance backed away by a few kilometres, leaving behind the Child Commander. But pretty soon he got the answer.

When he felt the Earth tremble, and a force so vast suddenly projected itself in a rising fashion, he was unsure of what was going on, but before he could even stabilise himself, in both body and mind, he fell flat on the ground.

His body was pasted to the ground, it wasn’t because he was pressured from above to fall to his knees. But because the entire ground had suddenly jumped up and engulfed him in a brutal hug.

By the time he felt the ground stop moving, he was thrown towards the roof like a doll, his Generals fared no better than him and no one could understand what had happened.

But that wasn’t the end, because a short moment later the ground began to slant, and all of them had to disorientingly hold onto something so that they may not slide down.

By the time time the tremors stopped and everything felt calm, they looked out the window to realise their City was slanting, but little did they know, the entire Nation of Amestris was slanting at a 45° angle.

For the higher ups or those in logistics, they at least had a roof to blocked their ascent, but for the soldiers who were outside or not near something to hold, they were flung upwards by quite a few meters, breaking quite a high number of bones in their descent to the ground.

But then the ground slanted and quite a lot of them were unable to even move themselves to grab something, to hold onto. So like children sliding on ice, they had crashed on the walls or other various obstacles suffering even more.

Civilians were just unaccounted collateral damage. Now before anyone says I am being heavy handed, cruel, and villainous, you have to remember I gave them a chance, and they, or should I say Amestris itself does more nefarious deeds than me immobilizing the entire nation combined.

But as if that calmness was the final shred of Amnesty granted by God, a chilling voice was heard from the distance “Well top that, hmmm there are still a lot of people who aren’t out of commission. Let’s make an Entire nation surrender, shall we”.

Booom, this time they felt the ground suddenly descend and following that, everyone in the Nation of Amestris fell down again. It wasn’t that forceful or fast, but they felt that something was wrong and indeed it wasn’t the end.

The entire Nation was once again rising, again they had suddenly stopped, and following the laws of motion flung upwards.

To those who were experiencing this, it was akeen to the land having a will of its own. It felt like the land was throwing a childish tantrum on it’s inhabitants.

But to those who could clearly see what was happening from outside the Nation of Amestris. It was like a God was raging and thrashing its toys, like clay he molded the entire Nation to suddenly rise as high as five kilometers, suddenly slant and suddenly fall back to its original position.

If it wasn’t for the breaks in between the actions and continuous rumbling tremors they felt, they might have thought that such a nonsensical event might be a hallucination, and a very realsitic one at that.

Even the Amestrians who were experiencing this could not believe themselves, if it wasn’t for the insanely damaged infrastructure, the many people lying about knocked out and the look on everyones faces.

They all had one thought, just what was happening. But like a cold shock to them, a voice resounded in the sky “I give you a week to hand over the people I have demanded, otherwise lets see if your Nation can fly the next time”.

Huge landmass is pretty easy to shift, I had already accomplished far more than moving it, when I had dealt with Sloth, compared to that this was just too easy.

Just for the two times that I had shifted the entire landmass of Amestris, keeping the civilians from dying and controlling the jerk force for everyone differently, was way too taxing on Energy. What I had collected for a week with the help of a Dark Matter Engine was wasted on this set of moves.

So I could not use any more fancy moves, but they didn’t know that, and I wasn’t going to say it. So I gave them a week as a buffer period, not for them, but for me to gather enough energy to stay at peak condition all the time.

Now my body in FMA can’t output the stupid amount of Energy required for Terraforming an entire Nation, that is why I require the aid of the Dark Matter Engine.

Though if I was in Marvel, it wouldn’t matter, because there, what I want is what goes, so if I wanted to Terraform entire Galaxies, it would be nothing more than a breeze.

My echoing voice in the sky was just me using a certain amount of Energy to project friction or rather vibration in the molecules of air on the Atmosphere, so most probably the Entire continent had heard my demand.

After this I was left a bit gasping for breathe, though it was only for a while, some might question whether I could fulfill the threat that I gave them.

I could most certainly pull it off, it would require a little more effort than necessary, but yes I could throw an entire Nation out of Earth and into the Stratosphere, that wasn’t the end of it though.

If I wanted to, but since I couldn’t simplify the process and thought of it as a hassle, I could also open up Black Holes. The harder thing is not opening it, but controlling its size and moving it at will, otherwise I would have loved to clash with Gluttony with ten miniature Black Holes at my fingertips.

The Dwarf was grating at my patience, since he was kind enough to give me time. I should reciprocate by taking away his time, logic seems sound, can’t see any holes there.

It was said to no one in particular, but four different Homunculus, located in various places not only flinched but nearly wet themselves, when one child shouted his monologues out loud.

In such a manner I had instilled fear on both enemies and allies alike. My subjects may show Awe at my deeds and enshrine me as anything and everything, but to those out of my Nation’s jurisdiction, I was a walking talking Natural Disaster.

Seeing the miracle I had done, left them unsure if Alchemy wad really only good enough for warfare, logistics, research and development.

Amestris had the Battle Alchemists and that was enought to turn the tides of any War. But what I had shown was a vastly different level of power projecting my Alchemy, like I said Energy was the only limit.

So as long as you can have enough Energy, Creation is but a mere joke. The law of equivalent exchange states that matter can neither be created nor destroyed, but this theory is only applicable when scientifically you try to recreate matter without considering one other fact.

Matter is everywhere, from the Oxygen you breathe, to the atom that constructs you, aren’t they all matter, in fact Energy itself is Matter but at a vastly different level of being than existing. In FMA or any other world where Conversion in certain aspects can happen after applying Energy, Newton is more of a child than gifted scientist.

Far at the newly set Camp, all the leaders present glanced at each other, shivering, riddled with rising goosebumps on their skin, but they all held one thought ‘This was far too exaggerated, what kind of outrageous Alchemy can do this’.

They were silent, but everybody understood, that this was beyond them. Then they heard the East’s leader chuckle, they were human, so they were curious, and their gazes conveyed their thoughts.

To which she replied “I was wondering, isn’t the Devil of Ishval very kind to them”, and what was a chuckle went to full blown laughter.

The subjects who were being thought about, had an entirely different perspective, they heralded me as the next God of the Land.

It was impossible to change their subconsciously ingrained Cultish mindset, that would take Three or Five entire generation of Education to dissappear, not completely but to become a superstition.

For Amestrians though they had gone beyond apprehension, beyond fear and into full blown panic, when they heard the threat that their Nation would fly.

Whoever was trying to unite and fight against such an Inane, Inhuman, Godly, whatever kind of being they thought I was, was immediately mobbed and their carcasses were mutilated, left stranded on the road.

It had transcended the State Of Emergency cheat from GTA, they weren’t looting each other, no one was dumb enough to do that. But they were scrambling to escape the Nation itself, and it wasn’t just the Civilians that held this thought but the entire Amestrian Army.

They could care less if they were deserters or not, they were more worried that their Fuhrer had provoked something far beyond their paycheck. Forget the paycheck, even if they gave extra lives as a reward, it would not convince them to fight back.

Their Leaders, Generals, all could not quell the fear and panic the entirety of Amestris felt. Instead all it did was give them another place to vent their fear, rage and frustration. A doemsticated animal when panicked would harm its owners, much less humans who could think more clearly than any intellectual beast.

“I guess I will let everyone see Amestris degenerate”. This was the opening statement I said when I reached the Crusading Alliance’s camp. Even though The North’s Leader projected apprehension on his face, he could not help himself and burst into a full blown out laughter.