Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

Samael quietly looked at Hammel as he pointed towards the front where an artillery cannon stood atop an elevated platform. There were 4 men around it, two to man it and two to guard it.

Signalling to Hammel, Samael nodded as he balled his hand into a fist.

Hammel slapped his hands together as he formed a condensed ball of explosion, sending it as a curveball as it exploded into a loud flash and deafening echo.

The four guards flinched as they blocked their eyes. Seeing this, Samael dashed forward as he appeared inches from the first guard, grabbing his head and crushing it in his hand before smashing his dead corpse into another, sending him flying with loud crunches.

Attempting to retaliate, the two men holding the cannon tried to unsheathe their melee blades, but two poisoned needles struck the back of their napes as they fell on the floor foaming.

Kicking the bodies aside, they swiftly dismantled the ammunition box of the weapon as they took off the firing pins. All these were gathered through Elyria's teachings.

It had been a few days since their siege warfare had begun. The enemy continue to hold out, locking and barricading important areas with whatever they can get their hands on. Their tactics were getting desperate.

Samael was fairly sure they were starting to panic, being unable to contact their base and all. He does wonder when their own reinforcements will arrive.

Approaching the massive tanks inside the place, Samael hopped up as he checked the inside.

Water.

"We found it; let's cut the supply." Samael jumped back down as they began to turn the valves to specific sectors, cutting the continuous water flow. But not before injecting poison into the last batch.

Seeing how precious water was, they'll most likely save it and drink it without much thought. They don't know Samael's squad's abilities; they wouldn't suspect a thing.

This area was the most heavily defended location by far. There were mounted cannons at every location with tripwires and booby traps. Not to mention plenty of Omens.

It took them days to carve them out slowly, occasionally purging them through the use of poison gas and Samael's Void Plague.

Their interpretation with the Omen Saint they captured yielded them quite the effect as well. They spent hours breaking him and milking every ounce of knowledge he had.

First off, the man had no understanding of how or where the machines came from. However, he did know that there were dozens of jailed echoes in the place he called Labyrinth. It was the same gaping hole Samael saw last time and saw a couple of corpses in. It appears that that is where they take their "batteries".

Aside from that, Samael also learnt the existence of a Transcendent Omen inside the compound. They referred to him as commander. Said to possess three eyes on his mask and wore a long red and black cloak. He wielded a chainscythe infused with potent poison.

He mentioned that they were preparing a secret weapon and that this entire fortress was supposed to be a testing site, considering the geography of the area.

Unfortunately, he did not have any specifics about the device, for only a few understood it.

Learning about these, Samael began to request potent poisons from Limbo. With that and the help of the Codex, Samael began to intake controlled dosages and slowly increased his resistance.

"ARGHHHHH!" Samael released a muffled roar as he grasped the stone floor, cracking it as he drew lines on its solid surface.

His body was pale in colour with green veins pulsing under his skin. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was acidic.

He writhed in pain like a worm, smashing everything around him. Hammel and the rest had to try their best to ignore Samael's weeps of pain as they themselves began to do the same.

It confused Limbo. His poison was strong, yes. But not that strong. Samael modified them to a point; that's his theory.

Regardless, minutes of agonising pain went by as Samael's screams eventually died down.

Finally loosening up, Samael's body flopped down on the floor as the green veins slowly withdrew. His colour returning and his breathing stabilising.

Samael sighed as he stood up, a groan escaping his lips. He feels as though he's had a bad hangover. He's tried alcohol before – the one for echoes – and he swore to never once again try it. This brings back nasty memories.

Spitting to the side, Samael observed his spit. It wasn't acidic anymore.

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He would train like this every night, ensuring his resistance would be enough for his upcoming fight with the Transcendent Omen.

A few days prior to their interrogation, he also found himself standing over the massive gaping hole.

"You sure he was telling the truth, Cap? What if there's a trap down there?" Hammel asked.

"We don't have a choice," Samael replied. "I'm going; are you?"

Hammel sighed. "Let's go."

Nodding to the man, Samael dropped down as he landed with a soft thud, absorbing the impact of the fall. Hammel couldn't, as he created a loud reckoning boom.

"Fuck! I just can't do it like you do," Hammel scratched his head.

"Don't bother." Samael moved forward as he followed the tunnel before them.

It led to a series of corridors but eventually led them to a long dungeon.

Creating light, Hammel gasped as he froze in place. Samael simply frowned as he approached one of the cells.

Inside the labyrinth were dozens of metal jail cells, each filled with maybe 12-15 prisoners. Children, women, men, old or young – it didn't matter.

They were dead.

They've been starved for quite some time; it seems they've been neglected severely. Now they were nothing but rotting flesh.

"What the fuck..." Hammel cussed under his breath as he looked at the chained kid with his mother. "These bastards know no remorse." His grip tightened as the handle of the lamp began to creak.

"Hammel", Samael called, breaking the man from his wrathful stupor. "You're angry, and believe me, I am too. But we need to control our emotions. They want us to fall prey to it; do not fall for their trap."

Hammel sighed as his grip loosened. "Understood."

Without another word uttered, they left that place. Samael made sure to disintegrate their bodies, offering them one final act of respect.

Proceeding further, they soon encountered a prayer room. It had long chairs on each side and a stage up front where a beautiful wooden altar stood with vines and leaves circling around it.

Approaching closer, Hammel and the rest began to inspect the area. Samael stared at the wooden figure on top of the altar. It looked like a humanoid creature, but it possessed four arms and three heads.

Is this Taranius? It looks weird.

Checking around the altar, Samael stumbled upon a children's book lying underneath, gathering dust.

This thing is old; the paper is practically yellow.

Opening the first page, he read.

In the beginning, there was the world in its raw beauty. The founder viewed this well. However, creatures could not live here. Thus, with a wave of his hand, he weaves the mountains. With another wave he made the seas, and with a final wave he made the skies.

Samael flipped another page.

The founder, much like the world, was beautiful. With arms bathed in green and three heads that held infinite wisdom. He forgives, and he watches carefully upon the growing people.

Samael flipped another page.

When the work was done, he rested far in the mountains. Taking a long nap and allowing the world to grow naturally. He rises when the skies begin to cry golden, gifting children with the power to control the very elements the founder does— Huh, this must be referring to Starfall.

Hammel approached Samael as he took a glance at the picture book. "Oh great, another book about Taranius. I'm sick of it; it's full of bullshit. He should control his followers first; maybe then I'll believe in his glory."

Samael looked at the man as he examined the book. "This doesn't look like Taranius."

Hammel's brows furrowed. "If not Taranius, then who? I mean, they built him this temple and everything."

Samael just nodded slowly as he put the book inside his Dragon horde remnant. A question lingering in his mind.

Could there be another god?

Shaking such thoughts for now, Samael and the rest continued their march forward.

"How's the situation ahead?" Samael asked in his ring as Arthur's voice echoed back.

"Not good; they're prepared for you," he replied. "They seem to be preparing something. Be careful, Cap; I don't think this one's the same as the others."

Samael's visage darkened as a frown fell on his face. There was certainly a lingering sense of worry in his gut. His instincts were telling him something ahead is quite troublesome.

"Let's proceed with caution; something's ahead," Samael warned the others as they nodded, following him closely with their weapons at the ready.

Approaching the hall, they were soon to dawn upon another important location.

The electrical station.

Standing and hugging the wall, Samael whispered. "Tell me what you see, Arthur."

Arthur leaned forward as he carefully watched the cameras. "There's currently two barricades about halfway down the large hallway. Behind those are two rotating machine guns, each with two personnel." Looking further, he cleared his throat. "There are also patrolling squads, 3 to be precise, each with about four members, one on the left heading your way, two on the right with one heading the opposite direction from the first."

"What about the other one?" Samael asked.

"That's the thing, Cap. I can't see properly. The camera isn't fixed, but they seem to be checking on something on the far side of the room. Maybe the generators? You think they're planning to cut these bad boys?" Arthur asked.

"One way to find out." Samael shifted in his position as he looked at Hammel, Caephas, Limbo and Geralt. "Limbo and Caephas, you two take out the two patrolling squads on both sides. Hammel and Geralt, you both handle the cannons. I'll handle the other squad at the farthest side."

They all gave Samael a nod.

Seeing this, he took a deep breath as he whipped out Void Raven before exploding into a flock of ravens.

Following his charge, Hammel and the rest went to work as Limbo leaped out to ambush the startled squad of omens, ripping through them like paper with his jagged blades.

Going past them, Cephas threw shards of solidified crystal that struck two of the four omens, taking them down while he formed a shield to block the incoming attacks. Afterwards, hammering the enemy with it.

As the path had been cleared, Hammel and Geralt dashed forth. However, the enemy wasn't going to sit idly by.

The sound of creaking metal echoed as the two rotating guns turned towards them, firing multiple rounds as the two barrels of each turret fired in perfect alternation, blowing holes over everything it touched.

Looking over at Geralt, Hammel roared. "Ice bomb!"

Geralt nodded as he created a massive iceberg before Hammel mustered an explosion on its centre, sending it flying at high velocities that ripped indentations through the metal shields before solidifying and causing the machines to get stuck.

Unable to follow the two's movements, Hammel and Geralt easily dismantled the weapons.

Looking at this, Samael looked dead ahead at the rushing squads of Omens. They seem to be fiddling with a control panel.

As Samael landed before them, his fist crashed unto the first assassin as his head was ripped off his neck, flying in the air.

Sending Void Raven forward, he cleaved the other two simultaneously as he grabbed the last one by the head, raising him inches from the ground.

But to his surprise, the man laughed crazily.

Then the sound of air hissing erupted.