The Universe Is Innately Just 228 Nascent Grudges Part Five

"Retreat and reload the ammunition of your weapons!", Fell roared toward the sky. Unsightly expression appeared on the faces of the soldiers from New Casablanca.

They had seen his strength through the past hour, but couldn't help but doubt their ears when he told them that he was going to stale the entire beast wave by himself.

Jamie flew forward inside of his MechSuit, a spear was grasped by his steel enforced gauntlet, and he soon arrived next to Fell.

"I will a.s.sist you, Fell!", he exclaimed in a loud voice. Behind him were a few other MechSuit that used melee one, who had also decided to a.s.sist Fell in his effort of buying enough time for the rest of the army. They were aware that the young cultivator was overexerting himself, and didn't find the strength to leave him to do the job alone.

In the end, they only worried about the internal batteries of there armored suits, as they used mainly fought with melee weapons. Among them, stood a familiar golden armored MechSuit that had a pair of unusual thick gauntlets; a MechSuit designed to battle in a barehanded style.

Fell recognized the person inside, and couldn't help to be presently surprised to notice that it was Johnny from the police a.s.sault team. "A pleasure to see that you're alive!", exclaimed Fell with a smile that shouldn't have appeared on a battlefield. He then turned around and left them with a final notice. "Don't die on me…"

A fierce expression flashed on Fell's face, and he delved yet again inside of the beast wave. His body, riddled with injuries, but still animated with undying battle intent.

Every step he would take was followed by a fierce and deadly attack from his sword. A lone flower bloomed in the battlefield at his every step, its soft yet powerful light could be seen from a long-range and branded itself in the memory of the soldier who saw him in action. A strange mixture of loneliness and beauty followed the swordsman.

m.u.f.fled battle cries rang from under the MechSuit's helmets, and the dozens of melee fighters that stood with Fell turned into bullets that pierced behind Fell's path.

Fell couldn't help but remember those brave heroes that followed him in his advance toward a potential death. Their heroic actions were done to secure the success of defending the west wall.

After plunging his sword deep in the heart of a crimson-colored bear, Fell breathed sharply and couldn't help but think. "I hope the other walls are doing better than us…".

High on the wall, a few men couldn't help but gaze at the figures that were still inside the beast wave. From a distance, their figures were swiftly engulfed by the gigantic dark ma.s.s that made up the beast wave. Their heart couldn't help but feel a certain type of bitterness, one of only being capable of watching the fight happen in front of them, without being capable of accelerating the process of recharging their MechSuits.

"If only we were cultivators…", muttered one of the soldiers up in the wall with a bitter sigh that sounded as though it was a weep.

His thought arose due to the fact that cultivators had better control of the energy of a MechSuit, and were thus practically far better MechSuit pilots. A strange type of remorse arose in their hearts, an aftertaste that firmly took hold in their mouths. One that couldn't be washed away for the moment.

The sound of the beam cannons close to them rhythmed their thoughts with regular, clock-like thicks, that was akin to an hourgla.s.s in their minds.

"Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster.", they silently prayed.

Nothing else could be done as even the cannon were part of an automated system that didn't need to be controlled. The only action they could do was pray, pray for their MechSuit charge up faster so they could rush to the battlefield to a.s.sist their brothers.

Fell sensed the emotion from a distance, and couldn't help but strangely feel in a peculiar trance. Memories from the soldiers next to him flooded his thoughts; inside of the battlefield, his acute senses kindled his soul and made him sensitive to many things he couldn't pick up before.

"A cultivator is also capable of such strange power…", mumbled Fell while slaying one creature after another. The voices from the other soldier constantly rung in his head.

"We must a.s.sist him to the best of our capacities!", Jamie's voice rang in Fell's mind. His determined tone was accompanied by a weird flow of thought that contained the intent of Jamie's soul. That energy kindled Fell's battle intent, and without any effort from his own, his sword intent turned sharper in an instant.

"Brother Fell is such an amazing figure. Who would have guessed than two people from the Core would turn into defenders of the central district…".

"Life is quite the irony.", a flow of energy was yet again noticed by Fell as he absorbed it. It was Johny's voice accompanied by a powerful yet complex intent that once again turned kindled and emboldened Fell's sword intent.

"My Soul!", Exclaimed Fell in his thought.

A strange pop began resounding in his head-Fell couldn't help but find it similar to the sound that occurred when his dantian was opened- and he felt his senses get absorbed inside of a white-colored "hole" containing multicolor veins.

And as his body was executing the sword arts that were ingrained in his particle and atom that made up his being, his soul materialized in a vast void.

"Where Am I?", he asked with puzzlement apparent on his face. One that was different, yet very similar to the face of his physical body. In fact, there were only a few details that were different in this body. An Ego Body, his true persona.