And now it was time to start marching towards that damn planet.
Lucas II did his task quite brilliantly, while I kept guiding him around the deadly traps all over the place. The space in between the two parts was already filled with tons of death traps. And now after such a hectic battle with the lava pillars, things have turned for the worse.
There were endless storms of lava swirling and travelling all over the place, in unexpected trajectories. Sometimes they'd advance, sometimes they'd retreat. I tried my best to evade these traps, but ended up clashing against many of them.
My shields worked to protect me, and more than once my chariot's shield got hit by fierce storms of deadly lava.
After taking two days to pass a distance that wouldn't take one, I finally arrived at the surface of that planet.
However, how come those bastards let anyone get this easily towards their lands?
There was a strong looking shield, one that spanned to cover tens of thousands of miles in front of me.
That shield didn't appear at first, but when I came closer, I managed to spot it.
"There isn't just one shield here," I muttered when I let Lucas II drive us towards another spot that was supposed to be free of this shield.
However I was met with another area of shield that spanned to cover another area of tens of thousands of miles.
I stopped at my place, looked at all these shields that looked as if bubbles just grew out of the planet's surface.
These jumpers… They were indeed quite annoying!
The only places I found not covered with any shields were the areas where these threads extended and linked the two planets together.
Around the area of contact between these threads and the surface of the planet I spotted huge areas of dense fog that covered the entire place.
"Tsk! So it's rather to stay out or risk entering towards the trap zones prepared by these jumpers… What a bunch of useless old fogies they are!"
I knew this fog thing was a trap laid by the ancestors of those jumpers. Perhaps these foggy areas were filled with deadly traps, ferocious monsters, or even the members of the jumpers, fighting for the survival of their race.
"No time to waste playing with these shields," I took out my horn, cleared out my throat, before saying, "I'm Hye, a human race member who is here to help you to escape this damn place. I'm stuck outside, and can't enter thanks to your shields. I got enough forces behind, enough to take down any enemy threatening you, securing your homeland, and taking you back to the universe you belong to."
This was one of the options I had. After all, my horn could speak directly towards those I thought about.
Just to make sure my horn wouldn't miss any of them, I asked Lucas II to take me around, spending more than half a day doing so.
By the end, I finally got a response, a weird one actually.
"F*ck off! We don't welcome any outsiders!"
These weren't words said to me in response to my shouts using my horn, but weirdly enough the words appeared in every foggy zone, formed entirely by manipulating the fog in there.
Damn all of you! Do you think I'll just head back and return? If I had to, I'd fight all of you and force you to follow me, bunch of arrogant bastards!
As diplomacy failed, it was time for brutal actions. I took out my cube, and infused tons of bone energy within.
My bone was able to absorb anyone in a great area, but it couldn't absorb any fog or impact the shield.
If those damn bastards didn't want to help me, then I'd force them out using my cube!
I sucked in tons of people and weird looking creatures from zones covered with shields and surrounded by these dense fogs.
I looked inside the cube, and felt satisfaction for such a result.
Even these shields didn't stop my cube from sucking dry all the living souls down there. Even if the shields didn't do any harm, I still ended up with those jumpers.
"Time to see what you all are about," I muttered to myself while letting my cube show its magic.
All the forces and monsters taken inside were forced to sign a contract with me by the cube's power. Then I took a bunch of them out.
To roam Rome, one had to ask for Romanians to guide him inside, right?
The jumpers that I took gave me quite the shock. They all had their faces covered up with ugly looking masks, weirdly similar to the one I kept looking at since the start of the apocalypse.
"You…"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Where are we?"
"What did you do to us?"
They all looked confused, with few speaking in rude tone and vulgar words.
"Listen up, from this moment onward, you belong to me, and I'm your lord," I said in a clear and strong tone, one that conveyed my confidence and authority.
"F*ck you!"
"Die then!" I didn't want to hustle or argue with anyone like him. I got tons of these jumpers, and if it took me to kill most to let others speak, I'd do it.
Instantly that rude jumper fell to the ground, losing any sign of life. "Who is next?" without even giving anyone the time to get what just happened, I took out my glaive, waved it a couple times in the air, before speaking to all of the jumpers around.
"Come on, I don't have the entire day to waste on you," I added in an icy cold tone, without showing any weakness at all.
I learnt from dealing with that jerk all this time that showing any weakness or soft side towards these jerks would backfire at me.
One of them already showed an act of defiance, and killing him might not be enough to leave a good impression inside them.
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