Deploy Chapter 4

DEPLOY (4)

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"Time is the essence, time is the season

Time ain't no reason, got no time to slow

Time everlasting, time to play B-sides

Time ain't on my side,

time I'll never know"

As Blackshot impaled a cultist on ground, he glanced behind him to see the hole in the middle slowly opening wide, as if it was giving way. He watched for a few seconds to see a group of Pacific Lords Legionnaire Demons carrying a girl in a wedding dress.

"A Protektovare," the Demon said as he grinned while trying to maintain discipline in order to avoid crushing the virgin offered to them.

Blackshot stood from a genuflecting position and faced them completely. The remaining cultists simply bowed before them but Blackshot swings both weapons in a circular manner, ready to attack them.

"Hand her to me and get back to that hellhole where you came from!" He yelled, trying to keep a straight face as he realized they literally came from a hellhole.

"Annoying, as always." The Demon grinned as he nodded at one of his assistants. It handed the virgin to its brethren, who made her stand while bound and muffled. Blackshot shot them a questioning look as he tightened his grip on his weapons.

"Let the mortal combat begins. Any of you mindless slaves managed to cut his head off will receive a gift from the Dark Lord himself. Do it now!"

The cultists surrounded him, all of them ready to throw themselves at him. Blackshot slid both weapons behind his back. As he watched the first cultist attacks him, he moved out of the way and sent a punch at the cultist's back, breaking his spine with his fist. He sent a kick at the cultist's left leg, forcing him to genuflect. He grabbed his whole head and smashed his face to the ground.

The second one jumps at him. Blackshot launched an uppercut, sending her to the ground. He lifted his boot and smashed her face without mercy. He grabbed her corpse and kicked it, sending it colliding with the third cultist.

The fourth one attacked him with a knife. Blackshot reacted rather too quickly as he grabbed the cultist's hand. He locked it under his left armpit and pried the weapon from the cultist's hand with his free hand. He pulled him closer and stabbed his spine twice, then his right leg. He threw the cultist on the ground behind him, pinning him down with his knee. He was still breathing, Blackshot thought. He stabbed him at the throat thrice before hurling it at the fifth cultist.

"Die for the Fallen Lightbearer!" The sixth cultist yelled as he grabbed something beneath his robe. He produced a Glock-17 pistol and aimed at Blackshot. The Protectorate raised both hands in a fighting position and in an instant, an orange semi-transparent shield appeared to protect him. He charged at the cultist as bullets wildly fly at him. Everytime the shield caught a bullet, it reacted as if a pebble was thrown on the pond.

Blackshot got close, locked the cultist's hand under his armpit and snatched the gun from his hand. Blackshot repeatedly smashed the cultist's face with the weapon before wielding it to take out the remaining cultists.

Shots after another rang out in the forest followed by a cultist hitting the ground with a wet splash. After he took out the other cultist, Blackshot aimed the gun at the twenty sixth cultist in pointblank range. He fired without a second thought, killing him.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed." The Demon Legionnaire complimented. "But they were just Humans."

"You underestimating my Regiment?" Blackshot asked breathing heavily. "Then come and try me."

"Sure!" The Demon cocked his head sideways and in an instant, three Demons with axes charged at him.