July 1st, Year 714 A.G.
Southern Bio, the Wasteland.
Tututututututu...!
The sound of machine gunfire reverberated like thunder in the hot afternoon, shaking the ground as a group of rcenaries dressed in brown-thed wilderness attire ran from pursuers that were determined to kill them.
There were at least two dozen rcenaries in the group.
They were spread across 4 different desert bikes, 2 light-armored Trucks, and 7 tad Desert Horses. And they were ard to the teeth.
Desert Horse is a type of Neon Beast that is native to the wastelands of the Southern Bio. Unlike most regular Neon Beasts, the reason for their popularity is because skilled adventurers can ta them.
Spread across the 4 bikes, 2 Trucks, and 7 tad Desert Horses, this was a force that could pose a threat to most groups in the Southern wilderness.
But all these was not what made them truly frightening, the singular fact that made them terrifying was the fact that the leader of this rcenary group was an Ascended, an F Rank Cyber Gladiator.
And yet, they were running from their enemies.
This was because their enemies this ti were not the regular type usually found in the wastelands in the Southern Bio.
Their enemies this ti were the new type, the radical type that was taking the Southern Bio by storm, the religious fanatics of the Extremist Movent.
Also, this ti, their enemies also had an Ascended champion.
In recent months, the Reclair Church’s estranged Extremist faction beca more radical than ever before, boldly hunting people, both civilians and warriors in broad daylight as they killed in the na of their holy war.
Unlike the diverse lineup of the rcenaries on bikes, trucks, and Desert Horses, the extremists were all on desert bikes, 8 bikes in total as they stayed hot in pursuit of the rcenaries.
Each bike of the extremists carried 2 warriors.
Man to man, the rcenaries had superior numbers but the fearso reputation that the Extremist Movent had forged within the past few months ant they dared not be confident in a head-on confrontation.
Instead of staying to fight, they ran for their lives.
Unlike the rcenaries who were dressed in brown-thed wilderness attire, the extremists were garbed in a black paramilitary armor that was quickly gaining popularity in the territory of the Geneforge Clans.
It was the trademark of the Extremist Movent.
They wore full-face black combat masks that were chanical and insectile in design with black hoods that hung low, swallowing their heads in shadow.
The masks had glowing red visors that gave them a primal and inhuman stare as they pursued the rcenaries. It was intimidating.
Across their torso, modular tactical rigs were strapped tight with ammunition pouches, utility compartnts, and hard-mounted gear, built not for aesthetics but brutal efficiency.
Unlike the rcenaries who wore simple wilderness attire, their armor was shock-resistant and ballistic.
On their legs, they wore leather pants that were reinforced with armored joints. They also wore thick and plated gloves, including thick and heavy industrial boots that seed capable of crushing a head in a single stomp.
While those sitting at the front rode the bikes with their weapons strapped around their bodies, the ones that were being carried held intimidating Rifles.
With them, they engaged in a gunfight against the rcenaries on the road.
They looked like ghosts conjured from a nightmare.
"C’mon, move faster!" The leader of the rcenary group seated at the front of one of the Trucks, a middle-aged man with tanned brown skin cursed as he looked back with an anxious look on his face.
On his forehead, he tied a red scarf that gave him a rugged and unruly vibe.
"Move faster!" He growled at the driver. "F*CK! Press down on that damn accelerator! Go to the Twin River Grid!"
He looked back again at the pursuing religious fanatics. "If we can get there, we’ll likely encounter river patrol squads from Sprawl Delta. They won’t dare continue the pursuit, move fast!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Both sides exchanged rapid gunfire as the intense road battle continued.
The rcenaries tried their best, lasting a long ti even as they lost so allies while taking one or two extremists with them.
But then, finally, their path forward was cut off as an impact bomb was detonated in front of them, making the two Trucks sorsault!
The rcenaries had no choice but to co out and fight.
And then, all hell broke loose.
BOOM!
The mont the Truck he was in sorsaulted, the leader of the rcenary group maintained his composure as timing it perfectly before the Truck could crash, he dove out of the Truck.
Thud!
He landed on his knees and imdiately he unsheathed his sword with a ferocious expression on his face.
His eyes reflected his inner fear but he perfectly masked it all behind a practiced bravado that he was used to projecting in front of his subordinates.
With his sword in his grasp, his confidence rose.
"Bring it on!" He snarled like a mad man as he turned to face the nearest extremist.
But before he could even pounce on any of the extremists, there was a bright flash of blue in his vision as a searing hot plasma beam slamd into his face!
BAM!
He briefly lost consciousness.
His body sorsaulted like a broken doll and only when he hit the ground did he regain consciousness. He rolled on the ground a few tis- the left side of his face was directly torn apart, still burning from the extre heat.
The pain was blinding.
At so point in ti, he already lost his sword. "Ugh!" He groaned in pain.
"Argghhh...!" He growled and rolled back up as he looked at the enemy that had injured him in a single attack.
He was angry but the mont he stood up and saw who his opponent was clearly, his anger faded as his eyes constricted in horror.
His whole body shuddered. "I-it’s her... it’s the Demoness..."
Xena Rousey, the Pulse Demoness.
Her notoriety only grew in recent months, coinciding with the rise of the new leader of the Extremist Movent.
Very little was known about her, the only confird facts about her was that whenever she made a public appearance, her hair color was always different. And also the fact that she always carried an exaggerated Pulse Rifle with her.
Unlike the others, she didn’t wear a mask, she simply wore blue visor goggles that glowed in a blue color.
Her face was chubby and round, undoubtedly young but there was a ruthless energy to her. This ti, she dressed differently from the other extremist soldiers.
She dressed casually in a flippant manner that didn’t fit the occasion on a black leather sleeveless crop top, tight black leather pants that hugged her skinny and fit body, black open-fingered gloves and stylish black leather boots.
She had vivid tattoos of a slithering snake across both her exposed arms and the exposed part of her torso.
This ti, her hair was blue, flying with the dry wind.
Her visor googles glowed blue, and on her hand was the exaggerated Pulse Rifle that gave her a notorious reputation.
She gave off a wild feeling of murder and ruthlessness.
At this mont, she calmly walked towards the rcenary leader with a nonchalant expression on her face.
The face of the rcenary leader twisted. ’I-I must stand up... I must fight...!’
’F*ck, even if I must die, I won’t die like a dog!’ He growled as he suddenly shot up to his feet while unsheathing the dagger that was hidden in his boots.
Kinetic Absorption!
Impact Surge!
This Cyber Gladiator went all-in in his last mont.
His purple ADE flared around his body in a violent manner, converging on his dagger as he took a step forward to charge her down, but then...
Data Lash!
BUZZ!
His brain exploded!
For a mont, he lost his mind completely as his thoughts beca disjointed, his legs wobbling as he collapsed to his knees.
His eardrums burst as blood flowed from his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
By the ti he regained consciousness and realized that he just suffered a ntal attack, she was already standing in front of him.
His lips quivered. "Y-you’re E Rank..." he muttered weakly in horror.
He looked into those glowing blue visors and tears welled in his eyes, mixing with his blood and snot as his shoulders shook. "I don’t want to die..."
Bam!
He was knocked unconscious.
He didn’t die, yet.
With the rcenary leader easily taken care of, the rest of the rcenaries fell easily. 7 of them were killed and the 15 others were captured, rounded up and tied before being driven away in their own Trucks.
The tad Desert Horses escaped, those that survived the onslaught.
And then, the wasteland regained its calm.
...
BZZZT!
Static sounds echoed, then a video ca to life.
[LIVE VIDEO=]
On the live video, 15 rcenaries dressed in brown-thed wilderness attire were lined up in front of the cara inside a dilapidated room.
All 15 of them were on their knees, and 5 n stood behind them.
The 15 rcenaries had looks of fear and horror on their faces as they were forced to look at the cara.
Of the 5 n behind them, 3 of them wore the familiar full-face black masks with a chanical and insectile design that was the trademark of the Extremist Movent to hide their faces, while the 2 others wore half-face masks.
One of them was muscular and buff, built like a giant. Standing on the right side behind the rcenaries, his black hair was braided and he wore a cybernetic gray armor.
He wore the full-face mask. On his right hand, he held a pistol and on his left hand, he held a dagger with a gleaming dark blade.
Beside the muscular man on the right is a blue-haired woman wearing a half-face black mask with blue glowing visor googles. The blue googles glowed, and on her hand was an oversized Pulse Rifle.
Starting from the left, the third masked man behind the rcenaries in this video is a lean hooded man with zero fat in black combat gear. From his tight-fitting clothes, his clean abs were clearly outlined.
He wore a half-mask through which his small brown eyes glead like the eyes of a slithering snake.
Out of combat, a sword with a black handle was strapped to his back.
Standing beside him closer to the middle was a short-haired, tattooed man in a short-sleeved black shirt. He wore the full-face black mask on his face, and open-fingered gloves on his hands. Unlike the others, he held no weapon.
And finally, standing in the middle is the fifth man, a man with unassuming features covered in a familiar full-black mask and black paramilitary armor.
He held a single dagger on his right hand.
Standing in the middle of the video, he looked straight into the cara then he spoke. "I am the Demon of Ozempic".
His voice echoed through the room and into the cara.
He swirled the dagger on his right hand. "People call Demon, but I prefer to call myself Angel". He looked into the cara. "I’m an Angel with the divine mandate to reconcile this sinful generation with the divine blueprint".
"This generation has forgotten its divine roots, we’ve forgotten what it ans to be human. We’ve embraced sin, we’ve tolerated costic surgery, DNA transplanting, body modification".
His voice rose up a crescendo. "This is heresy!"
"The divine blueprint is humanity!"
"It is our duty to strive towards it, not away from it!"
"A.I Constructs are heresy".
"Synths are heresy".
"My brothers and sisters out there, pure Geneforms are the only beings allowed in God’s kingdom".
"Let’s rise up together to return to the divine".
"It is ti we put an end to heresy".
He pointed at the rcenaries. "We caught a few heretics today, lost souls who’ve engaged in willing DNA and extensive body modifications. Lost souls among Geneforms that need to be purified".
In that mont, his grip on the dagger turned firm as he moved closer to the leader of the rcenaries.
The rcenary leader’s eyes instantly turned red as he struggled to no avail, the extremist didn’t stop as he positioned his dagger, then he ruthlessly slit the rcenary’s throat!
Spurt!
Blood spurted as the rcenary’s throat gurgled.
At the sa ti that he did this, the other extremists moved to the other rcenaries as they brutally slit their throats in the live video.
"Gud er
"Gud er
"Lovet være Gud!"
They chanted as they murdered the rcenaries in cold blood.
And then, amid the gory scene of blood and murder, the extremist in the middle removed his full-face mask, revealing his face in front of the cara for the first ti!
For the first ti, the world saw the face of the Demon.
The face reflected in the cara was that of a young man who seed to have seen the vicissitudes of life.
His young face was rugged and marred with unnatural scars that seed like a result of torture rather than battle, while his neck was covered with snake tattoos.
His eyes were unique and dual-colored, the left eye was dark green while the right eye was brownish red. Both were calm but dangerous, and there was a religious radicalism to them.
He looked into the cara and raised both his hands in a worshipping manner, then he said.
"Humanity will rise again, built from the ashes of this sinful world".
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