"And I was having such a nice dream," Altan growled as he pushed his favourite slave off his chest.
She let out a cry of surprise as he pushed her off him. She halfheartedly tried to cover herself as he got up to his feet. She had been a cheerleader in his high school. She wasn’t Mongolian, which was a shame, but she was Chinese, and her breasts were the largest he had ever seen on such a small frame. He had desired her. But it wasn't until he shed the shell of Brandon and became Altan that he took her for his own.
When he found her, she and her so-called friends were under the threat of a group of fishermen. Her friends had thrown her to the fish men in order to save themselves. He had slaughtered them and offered the women a choice. Become his sex slave, his concubine, and he would protect her. Refuse him, and he would leave her to the mercy of the world. Her so-called friends had refused. She hadn't. When the next group of fish men showed up, Altan didn't help them. He didn't work against them. He just didn't help them. After that, he made sure to push her build in the right direction as he did his best to plant his seed in her.
She was the first but was his favourite. And that was reflected in her new name, One.
"Stay here, One. I will investigate," he ordered.
"Yes, Bran---" One was cut off as Altan roughly grabbed one of her breasts.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite hear you. Could you say that again?" Altan asked.
"Yes, Great Kahn." one whispered
Altan let her go before giving her a rough kiss.
"Good girl," he said before turning and putting on his pants. “And remember, you are free to leave at any time."
He did mean it. He just wouldn't take her back if she did, and she knew it.
He left the room bare-chested, pulling his scimitar out of his inventory.
Instantly, the bright green [Flames of Jealousy] started to lick up and down the naked blade as he made his way outside. The goblins' screams grew ever louder as he approached the barricade. Goblins and the undead pressed into each other without regard for their survival.
Altan sneered. Despite Grave's claims the undead were little more than meat shields against the goblins. They would have already lost if they couldn't replenish themselves from the fallen. As he marched forward, he spotted Donald leading twenty of his men against a horde of goblins in their stone armour.
Donald was dressed in his bone-plate armour, a perfect tank with a glaive of bone at his side. His other soldier, Randy, was with him, armoured in stone, as the two of them smashed the goblins into pulp.
Altan marched towards Donald, his scimitar whistling as he swung it through the air. He swung his flaming scimitar through the neck of a goblin warrior, removing its head without warning as the [Flames of Jealousy] spread through the goblin. The moment the goblins died, his [Spoils of War] Perk spawned treasure and dropped it on the filthy thing's corpse for whoever wanted it. The closest goblins immediately turned their attention to the loot and forgot about Altan until he chopped their heads off.
Goblin spears and knives lashed out at his skin but failed to penetrate it or even do any damage. Altan chuckled as he slaughtered the goblins, all the while focusing on his XP bar as it rose painfully slowly. These goblins weren't a challenge worthy of him, so they were reduced to little more than an XP farm in his eyes.
Altan fought his way towards Donald with such ease that the goblins started to move away from him, unwilling to get close to him as he flung flames at them. Altan smiled at that. At least some people knew how a khan should be treated. He made his way over to Donald to talk to him.
"What happened here?" Altan demanded casually, kicking a goblin hard enough to send him airborne.
"Ah, Bra … Great Khan Altan." Donald corrected himself. He nodded to him, and his glaive sliced through the air three times in rapid succession. Each slash sent a blade of stamina flying out and into the army of goblins, each blade killing dozens of goblins.
"I was … working when the goblins arrived. I rushed here immediately and discovered that these goblins were new, my lord. These were not the goblins that the [Horseman of Conquest] had weakened with his plague. They were new. These reinforcements just came charging into our front lines in a rage."
Altan considered that as he unleashed a cone of the [Flame of Jealousy] into the goblin horde.
“They played us good.” Altan chuckled.
“What?” Donald asked, "Who played us?"
"Those Awoken Myths people. They realized we were going to betray them, and they decided to make use of us. They kicked the hornets' nest and led the hornets straight to us." Altan laughed as he hacked apart another goblin as the rest of his people arrived, weapons gleaming in the moonlight.
“It’s a good plan. I would have done the same. But I think it’s time we go on the offensive. Apocalypse Force!! Follow me!!! [Kali's Destruction], [Blood of Huitzilopochtli], [Mind of Odin], [Presence of Ares], [Friendly Fire], [Cry Havoc]," Altan called out.
Immediately, the goblins' weapons and armour started to disintegrate, and their durability plummeted due to [Kali's Destruction]. [Friendly Fire] caused the goblins to turn on each other. [Blood of Huitzilopochtli] granted his soldiers regeneration, and their weapons would inflict [bleed], [Presence of Ares] caused the goblins to go into a panic as they were first assaulted by the [Terror] Ailment. It kept escalating to [Confusion], [Panic], [Madness], and finally [Insta-death]. [Hall of Odin] would store the souls of any party member who died. And finally, [Cry Havoc] shattered all of their Party skills.
The once united army had transformed into a deadly brawl as the goblins tried to kill each other. He had just blown through all of his cooldown skills. But considering he had all but defeated the massive army of goblins in front of him, he considered it worthwhile.
"[Avatar of War]," Altan said, using his last cooldown skill.
A magic summoning circle appeared in front of him. From the ground rose the form of a massive grizzly bear as Altans Summon stood upon the field of battle. Altan smiled as he saw the status of his summons.
DING!!!
If not for the glowing mechanical eyes, metal teeth, and shiny claws, the cyborg bear's true nature would have gone unnoticed. The cyborg bear immediately delved into the now defenceless goblin horde and began slaughtering them as if the goblins had killed its mother.
The fight was barely worth mentioning. Altan led his people directly into the ranks of the goblins, slaughtering them in mass as they pushed through the horde without a care in the world.
Altan chuckled as he charged forward, his scimitar never stopping. His [Presence of Ares] was doing most of the work, killing off the goblins without him even needing to get close. At a certain point, Altan wasn't killing goblins as much as walking through their corpses, as his [Spoils of War] dropped loot everywhere.
"Look at them running!!" one of his men cheered.
"We have them on the ropes," another whooped
The red riders were enjoying the turning of the tide.
But despite the fact that they were butchering the goblin forces sent against them, Altan wanted more. If he had known that the Awoken Myths were just going to dump the goblins on them, he would have joined their forces for the chance of a true challenge.
Altan let his [Eyes of Envy] sweep over his foes as he searched for their leader, hoping to find a challenge. He quickly spotted a large Orc marching towards them. His arms looked like they belonged to a gorilla, and his fists were wrapped in thick leather like a boxer. His muscles were so overgrown that he almost looked like he was wearing a muscle suit. His skin was also red instead of green, and he had demon horns.
Altan looked deeper into him with his [Eyes of Envy].
DING!!!
Altan smiled.
"The big one is mine!!" Altan ordered as he charged towards the orc
Donald followed behind him, but unlike him, Donald was blowing through the goblins like a snow plow.
"[Gross Envy]," Altan muttered as he targeted Fur-Rog
Immediately, Altan felt his muscles swell as some of Fur-Rogs base stats were added to his total. Altan burned his mana as he added layer after layer of [Scales of the Leviathan] on his body, and he became a living Juggernaut with his bloodline alone. He slammed into Fur-Rog, his flaming scimitar crashing into the ogres' leather-bound gauntlets.
The green flames licked up and down the gauntlets, as Fur-Rog made his own move.
A massive arena appeared around the two of them, isolating them from the hoards of nearby goblins as Fur-rog threw him away from his body.
Altan allowed himself to roll with the toss before snapping back to his feet.
"You seek to face me one on one?! " Altan scowled. "I am the new Great Khan, I am the [Horseman of War], I carry the blood of Leviathan within my veins, I am descended from the great Genghis Khan and soon to be his heir. And you dare to face me alone? I salute your courage and pity your stupidity," Altan said.
"Fucking pink skin," the Fur-Rog spat as he charged at him.
Altan’s sword shot up with the steel ringing out as it met Fur-Rog’s gauntleted fist. Sparks flew from the impact, and with a deft twist of his wrist, Altan deflected the blow to the side, shifting his weight to maintain his footing.
Before Fur-Rog could do anything else, Altan's leg snapped out, planting his boot firmly into the orc's knee. With a sickening crack, Fur-rogs' knee snapped, and he tumbled to the ground with a scream of rage and pain.
The kick sent Fur-Rog stumbling to the ground, his massive frame crashing to the floor, but Altan had no intention of savouring the moment. His free hand surged with hell fire.
"Burn." he chuckled as the flames engulfed the orcs' prone form.
The [Flames of Jealousy] licking at his armour and scorching his flesh. Fur-Rog roared as he shot up from the ground and tried to punch him in the head, ignoring the hellfire as he lashed out.
Fur-Rogs fist ballooned up to the size of a watermelon and slammed into his chest, knocking him backwards and rolling across the floor with a loud crack. Bones broke. Finger bones, that was.
”Coming in with that much mass makes pulling punches a bit difficult, doesn’t it?” Altan taunted as he got up and lept at Fur-Rog. He slashed at the arm, landing a deep cut, the [Flames of Jealousy] cauterizing the wound.
"I might not look it, but my bloodline gives me excellent defences." Altan chuckled
"Die!!!" Fur-Rog roared.
"Is that all you can say?" Altan chuckled. "Pathetic"
Altan suddenly had to jerk backwards as a Roundhouse kick shot towards his head. Then, the other guy tossed snow into his face, blinding him long enough to land another blow against his legs, knocking them out from underneath him and sending him stumbling to the ground.
"Fucker!!" Altan twisted during the fall, slashing out at Fur-Rog as the hellfire exploded outwards. He managed to land a deep cut on his opponent’s chest.
And then the Fur-Rog punched him again. This time, his fist was glowing, and the moment it smashed into him, it felt like a wave of force and noise hammering into him.
The disorientation was enough that he didn’t manage to react before getting kicked in the chest and flung through the air. A split-second later, the bastard appeared above him and landed another kick, slamming him into the ground before the Orc landed on top of him, causing all of the air to escape from his lungs.
"Finally," Altan muttered.
[Flames of Jealousy] exploded around them. Fur-rog screamed as his body was covered in hellfire. Altan kicked him off of his body, knocking him off balance. Bringing his scimitar up, he sheered his arm clean off.
“You’re a tricky one,” the now one-armed Fur-Rog grinned down at him while Altan got to his feet. The orc was seemingly unconcerned with his injury. Picking up the lost limb, the orc shoves the stumps together.
"[Second Wind]" Fur-Rog growled.
Then the orc screamed as the arm was reattached, and the burns and other injuries on his body quickly scared over.
“You know, it’s kinda sad that you don’t work for us. You could be so much more. We can make you a king in the new world order.”
Altan snarled, "a Kahn serves no one."
"Then you are a true foo--"
Altan cast a fire bomb spell mid-speech, a hellfire bomb. Fur-Rog dodged the spell and tried to punch him, but Altan cut him across the arm again before kicking him back. There was a distinct sound of cracking bones as his foot impacted the orcs' chest.
“Then you have chosen death,” Fur-rog announced. “And today, I’m going to become a kingslayer.”
Fur-rog charged, and Altan began to retreat, using his Hellfire Scimitar to keep the distance open as his unarmed opponent couldn’t block it, but it wasn’t quite enough. The punches fell like meteors as Fur-Rog attacked with no regard for his own life.
Even his [Leviathan Scales] were beginning to break apart, his opponent apparently thinking nothing of sacrificing the bones in his hand to hurt him. Of course, thanks to [Scales of the Leviathan], every attack was less effective than the last. Fur-Rog was slowing down even faster than Altan was, and that made him smile as he kept pushing, waiting for the moment to finish off his opponent.
Soon enough, Fur-Rog made a mistake. Altan feinted for his head only to strike at his legs. His scimitar crashed into Fur-Rog's knee at a bad angle, and Fur-Rog screamed in complete agony as his knee shattered from the impact, tearing apart the delicate structure of the orc's knee and sending him tumbling to the ground.
“Fuck,” Fur-Rog groaned as he collapsed.
Altan stood in front of him, smiling as hellfire danced along his blade, his body covered in bruises and blood.
Yet his opponent was so much worse. Breathing heavily, the orc was covered in blood, mud and burns. His hands were broken, his knee destroyed, and his reattached arm was only barely functioning.
Altan smiled as his scimitar cleaved through the top of his skull and bisected the brain.
DING!!!
The [Arena of Glory] dropped away, leaving Altan in the middle of the goblin horde. His [Prescance of Ares] skill immediately killed all of the nearby goblins. Altan looked around, finding Donald, Randy, and the rest of his red riders plowing through the goblins, slaughtering them with every step they took.
Altan nodded in anticipation as Donald kept a tight lid on his riders as they butchered the horde; without their leader, the goblins had become a mob of children. Altan briefly considered returning to One and spending the day screwing her brains out insteadd of killing the helpless mob. But he had a feeling this might be the last group of goblins to attack his settlment.
Altan returned to the fight smiling as he considered how many more levels he would gain that day.
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Base
Personal: +4 STR, +3 DEX, +3 CON, +2 WILL, +2 EGO
Racial: +3 STR +2 CON +2 SPIRIT +1 END
Bloodline: +5 END +5 PER
Class: +3 STR +3 CON +3 INT +3 CHA
Mini-Character List
Altan: The protagonist of the chapter, formerly Brandon, is now the self-proclaimed Great Khan of the new world.
One: Altan's favorite slave/cocubine, a former cheerleader from his high school.
Donald: One of Altan's soldiers, a tank armored in bone plate, wielding a bone glaive, and leading men against the goblins.
Randy: The guy who attacked Penny, a martial Geomancer
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