Chương 6: Sewer Warfare

Since the start of the debris bombardment, the signal for my unit's action came. Camrix rushed forward alone, leaving his men behind. He charged toward the currently inactive but visibly impatient Crazies Unit and their general. The general still held himself back, since he preferred to gather more of intel of/on the field rather than jump in blindly and help that cursed Schmerz one of his rivals. Camrix stopped when he saw both sides eyeing each other up. He realized exactly who stood before him: Wittbreut.

His infamy preceded him, especially his brutality and his well-known weakness, that made him so brutal when exposed. Everyone knew what happened when others mocked him or tried to stir his ego. Wittbreut was a man who used to be one of the Crazies himself. He had gained Lord Himmel's eye of approval when he was still at the bottom in the Units, but showed his Skill in fighting and using his little amount of tactic based brain he got.

Back then the Crazies were not a proper unit but more of a bunch of muscle naked chosen slaves forced to fight at the forefront on the battlefield, naked and without weapons, they existed only to soak up damage on engaging enemies. Their minds had been broken, but Wittbreut himself never broke. He stood tall and endured the onslaught on those battles surviving and thriving.

In such a world he was a rarity, a perfect handsome man with long golden hair and a beautiful face that even the Crazies found erotic, always trying in the nights to pillow him to no avail since he always tore these perverted fools into pieces. Yet like any man in the Orbis Terrarum he had one humiliating weakness in him. From his days as a slave living in filth, he had developed furuncles on his precious rectum area. Furuncles are nasty to look at, infected, ingrown, hideous disasters.

They appear as big red swollen pus-oozing lumps, like angry pimples straight from nightmares. Camrix, who was a bald man with hair only on the sides of his scalp and nothing particularly attractive about him except a clean backside, knew exactly who he faced. Fully knowing what stirs that monster of a General Leader... he turned around, dropped his pants, and wiggled his bare clean looking ass around like a baboon ready for a quick dance.

Wittbreut's face, that of an Adonis with long golden hair and striking beauty, twisted in pure rage upon witnessing the daring dance of clean cheeks. The Crazies nearby knew what would happen, if they laughed or even whimpered... feeling his growing madness. Wittbreut, standing a good seven kilometers away, pulled out his sword and kept his giant shield on his back... indicating for a frontal attack. He did not utter a single word.

His expression alone promised the most horrific slaughter ever recorded in human history on Wittbreut. Camrix saw the monstrous aura rushing toward him. He knew the bait had worked. The man charged in at terrifying speed. To avoid being cut down before the trap could spring, Camrix kicked his pants completely off and started running half-naked toward the rusted sewer grate at the back entrance of Lae, where the sluggish outflow spilled into the treatment channel.

The first thick wave of sewer air slammed into him, hot and heavy with the stench of hydrogen sulfide. His eyes watered instantly. His boots splashed down into the shallow, oily, brown flow surging from the capital. He dashed deeper into the layered sewer system. Wittbreut followed close behind, enraged, with the Crazies pouring in after him, since they felt they needed to get some action as well. The plan currently worked overall.

As the last of the Crazies entered the sewer, the stationed soldiers dropped part of the wall structure to seal the exit. Camrix was only two meters from his escape junction, when Wittbreut's sword suddenly flew forward. It pierced straight through his back flying out his chest into the tunnel´s wall. Camrix screamed in pain as he fell mid-air into the brown rotten water.

Wittbreut then slammed his giant shield into the the back of his while grabbing back his stuck sword, driving more pain completely into Camrix's body. Guts spilled onto the ground and blood dripped profusely fillling the brown water. Camrix accepted that the plan had failed in one key area. His cardio... his speed were no match for Wittbreut's. Yet even while severely bleeding and bathed in filth, he suddenly surged with power. He activated his Vestuto. His wounds began to heal rapidly.

Wittbreut instinctively jumped backward. Where a man had stood moments ago, there was now only a watery elemental figure.

"Is that your Vestuto?" Wittbreut roared.

"Is it not, you insolent clean fuck!?" The transformed water elemental answered in a much deeper, altered voice, "Yeah, it's me, bastard!" Camrix: "It's my Tidal Wave Vestuto. You will be in shock in a minute and will wish you had never followed me, you furuncle-assed bitch!" The Tidal Wave was a manifestation transformation from combining his inner Soul outwards transforming him into a water living creature turning his armor with him as "one".

Wittbreut ground his teeth so hard that the word he tried to utter could no longer be heard, that being saying "Vestuto" himself. Camrix watched in shock as the man suddenly lit up. It was, as if a piece of the sun had risen inside his shield. The light did not stop just there. The outer sidelines of his armor began to resonate with the shield, radiating intense brightness that turned the dark sewer into daylight. The entire tunnel glowed with thick, blinding radiance.

Camrix quickly fired a water bullet at 240 kilometers per hour to test whatever technique Wittbreut was preparing for. He did not know it was the man's Vestuto pulsing, as if it had a life of its own. The shield lit up even brighter on the incoming water bullet. A powerful radiating beam shot forward and halted the water bullet instantly, stopping it at zero velocity. Wittbreut: "Now I will give you such pain you will wish you had never been born for what you said to me!!!.

My Vestuto is from the Supportive Light Attribute. It is a living being awakened from my own beautiful spirit. It will protect me as much as possible without me having the need of worrying about defense." Maddened with rage, he jumped straight at the Tidal Elemental. The two clashed fiercely. Camrix could not execute his original plan. The fight had become too intense... leaving him unable to focus on anything other than the enemy.

Above them, the soldiers felt the whole capital under them shake from the violent exchanges underground. They decided to follow through with the plan thats been given to them. They released promptly the water from the heavy loaded water barrels into the sewer system in huge mass, creating a huge rushing flood that flew with high impact. The problem was that Wittbreut's Vestuto activated instantly on the incoming flood.

His radiating armor shot the upper ceiling down to protect his user, creating a large hole blocking a good amount of the man made water wave. Both he and Camrix jumped out through it and continued their battle on the surface releasing huge impact shock waves as Camrix shot more water based attacks luring him away from his Unit towards the currently abandoned Church square. From below, we saw the Crazies swimming desperately through the impacting water wave.

They climbed out of the hole, screaming in rage, and charged straight towards my unit.

"Do not let them gather more out of the freshly made hole!" our Unit 2nd in command shouted, while i was preparing my weapon right beside him for our attack.

"We have to pin them down! Once they get up here, they will have the advantage over us!" I was the first to react. I ran forward with the spear we had been given. The others followed right behind me. We played a deadly game of whack-a-crazy, stabbing them as they tried to climb out of the sewer hole. Even so, they kept pushing forward ignoring our heavy assault. Their infamy was not to be taken lightly. They ripped at their own comrades or pushed others down just to advance more foward.

It was a desperate struggle on both sides to stop any of them from reaching the surface. If they got onto our playing field, they would demolish our morale. Then what happened at Danubius would happen again, thinking back of Riegen´s sudden resurgence. Never, I told myself. I kept desperately piercing my spear deeper into two Crazies who tried to pull me down the moment i had 1 stabbed.

I was about starting to lose footing, but thankfully two men from my unit saw my Situation in front, thats a benefit of being a smaller Soldier and rushed in and pulled me backward... so I could stay upright and keep fighting the more upcoming enemy. After 10 minutes of the brutal standoff we had, our spears unfortunately finally broke into pieces and we had no replacements nearby now only left with swords. Out of our initial 3, 000, only 590 of us remained.

The surviving Crazies had been reduced from 7, 000 down to 257. The odds looked bleak. While we held this desperate standoff, the rest of our forces engaged the enemy at the town gate. It seemed the wooden monster and his unit had destroyed the gate, you could hear the sound of engagement. Archers bombarded them from above. Meanwhile, Camrix and the radiating armored man fought in the direction of the churches.

Their constant shockwaves could be still felt across the battlefield to us as they battled to the bitter end. I, a young boy, now reached for my sword and stepped to the front near our Unit Leader. I uttered... Erumes: "I can tell you this, if we don't kill every last one of those leaderless bastards, we will be weakened too... beyond repair! Our goal is to give them hell! Do not let them sully our region any longer! This is our capital LAE! I fought not long ago in the "Battle for Danubius".

I saw darkness there, but I also saw hope in our Nation´s units might. And that is our strength! Hope is here right now, we have Reggente Ventrix with us, as he fighting on our Capital gate! They are leaderless and exhausted from fighting us. We have currently the upper hand! We fight for the Bener Region as well! For a new dawn! So shall victory reach us and fill our bellies with rage!" I copied and combined the way Father and General Ventrix would have spoken to raise our unit's morale. I rushed forward.

The others, now smiling with renewed spirit, ran toward the freaks. The Crazies had just started ripping and tearing into the fresh dead bodies around them, satiating their hunger and cleansing their palate of the taste of feces they picked up in the sewer. The Unit Leader impressed of my speech added more: " so what this little Lad told you is right we are fighting for BENER sovereignty! Let give him hell!!"

As I, Erumes who was not a warrior nor trained as such, even so was smart enough and adapted just like I did in the Hagea Mountains. I slid on the wet surface thanks to the wet rain and down pouring sewer crazed Soldiers dripping down the brown goo, putting my sword in a vertical position. Using the water as a speed slide foward, I shot through the middle of the smiling, belly-filling Crazies and cut one that turned to face the oncoming army which was ours. Unfortunate for that one...

as he turned towards us and put up a fighting stance a bit to late, his body felt the cut from below that i gave him. His halved genitalia and torso collapsed on the ground leaving only a red gush behind with organs dripping down onto the raining battle field. The others jumped or ran straight into the fray. Even that surprise caught additional bodies, bringing their numbers to now around 218, but that somewhat made the Crazies more aggressive towards the overall Situation.

As the impact which was successful, the middle line of the Crazies ripped the just-killed partner of their own and took their bare hands in action eventually crushed some of our unit like a carrot stick... broken in half as they smiled, killing and ripping the bodies. Now our unit was slowly getting the situation on our back... brining their crazed advantage. I who stood up and went sideways realized in the way of their brutal savagery...

that where I went up they did not look at my Side only like tunnel visioned rat only straight... yet they were close to me and with that i attacked them sideways, they did not look at my side at all even so the crazed barbarian warriors went on further ripping our unit... crushing their Heads imploding... the flying brain goo falling to the ground or 2 took 1 Soldiers Weapon and counterattacked with just stabbing multitudes of times into their stomach.

So while their savagery was also getting to me, I vigorously said to myself, "Father would do this, and I am showing them all that I am not a BOY, but also a MAN, just like THEM." As had I uttered these words with courageous blind vigor and stabbed on their side further. Luckily my years as a miner and my strong worked upon body supported enough force to pierce one's torso fully, that crazed victim smiled menacingly nakedly. while ripping the sword i just pierced him with.

I tried to take my sword out, but in vain as the crazed flailed around in madness hitting his own Force as well as our so i was jumping backwards, still I continued this approach, that being take a weapon dipped in the bloody rainy field and take on me and use it against them. The others who had it worse were at the front getting torn apart...

even so started to slowly gain a foothold on the situation by imagining the darkness these vile stinking naked turds would do to their woman, if they would lose their spirit... that surging boost of desperation helped. Even while tearing on all the quick fallen comrades they knew that if they gave in to the fear of their brutality, the supporting women in the back, children, and citizens would fall beholden to my darkness... an experience of anguish beyond recovery.

So they in a reinvigorated state rushed the line of defense with more desperate impact, replacing any fallen comrade and piercing if possible the crazed enemies who still in their brutal fashion fought individually ahead of our Unit. So went this struggle of a battle for about 16 minutes. Our numbers dwindled faster than theirs, because of their physical constitutional advantage over us and making a greate impact on mind.

Even so, their losses accumulated more, since they got no current leader and were more of a brain-damaged soldiers in not using their brains much for tactics, we abused it to our advantage. Others in our Unit especially our Unit Leader, who also realized in the back where he stood, that Erumes hit-and-dash strategy worked and saw their dumb way of fighting and so he order for the back lined soldier to do the same, reducing the mid line of ours.

So with that our Unit was 264 including me and their number went down to 39. Indicating as our unit leader, which whom lined between all the corpses and calculated the current battle with a loss of 55% of our Unit and the enemy around 84%. He ordered: "Their individuality was truly their loss, so surround them in and strike from all sides!. Let's finish this and join on the other side on the Gate!" The overhearing Crazies did not stand still at hearing this News...

of their Numbers going haven been going down so heavly. They raged ahead and hit the front line stronger with more "ummpfh". So again I jumped one of them.... I grazed the target but only cutting him slightly as his sturdy buddy tanked my weaker getting attacks. The then raging crazed man turned around ready to pounce me with his fists, since i became his main target.

He then hit my stomach so hard with just his fists, i compared to it like when I accidentally got hit by the pickaxe in full swing of my own back in my beginning years of being a miner. I remembered that leaving a huge blue to black turning spot on my upper body. It hurt... badly could not work, well for days my father had to take some days off to heal me back up. For their obvious weakness these guys have, its getting compensated for that strong fists...

I questioned that myself, while holding in the pain having my tensed stomach tucked in. In my mind i argued that I mean that was 3 years ago. I got healthy and stronger since then, yet I got remained to that past thought in split second. As I took two steps back from that punch alone... I fell on the wet overwhelming red surface on my ass trying to recover. Still he went for the 2nd punch which landed on the face of mine... this time I got so shocked in pain that I was seeing 2 of him after just that hit of his.

He went to grab my head right then pulling my dark red hair and with his grabbing hand, starting to crush it. The pain so high that the other punches before were just like hitting your toe involuntarily... pain short and high but tolerable overall. This was not the case, as I screamed with tears coming up from my closed eyes which added to the flowing weather in atmosphere... eventually as I went out from the pain.

In these 7 seconds I was let go, since just a sword as luck wanted it came right through the back of his the tip of the Sword right into my view. That was the last bit I saw before eventually falling to the ground.

2 minutes 39 seconds later I woke up and saw our numbers down to 178 and theirs to 1 last powerful Crazy who had 3 swords 1 Spear stuck in his body, blood dripping of his on the wet surface accompanied by the falling rain and still smilingly of this Situation of being closed to being wiped out he still attacked our force with his brutal savage style of fighting by using his pure muscled hands. But as I slowly stood up...

my mind screaming in pain, still from those 3 interactions especially the last one that man of a monster just fell to his own demise... as i was trying to stood up thanks to a Soldier ripping into of the stuck swords from his body pulling it in and out of his making him draw out more of his blood turning into a lifeless monstrous husk of a man... with that we celebrated in our exhausted state. I continued to gather my strength.

I truly respected the enemy for their presented power and mindless bravery in their path of fighting without strategy in mind... all alone yet still so powerful and dangerous. Our unit leader then said the shock waves from the broken and destroyed church line are still going and we should not interfere. We would only stay in the way and die a lousy death. So we let ourselves catch a break for about 3 minutes and 30 seconds and then went ahead to the gate entrance where the next stage of fighting went on in LAE....