The Bruce Report
Dear Master Harry
Life in the black guard is amazing. My body has returned to its full size of 7ft 8inches. As a male blackguard my soul has adapted well to the change. Bruce has been a good boy. I have a gift for you.
It started great. We were in a small island town minding our own business, when they attacked. New little guard have been born this cycle and our numbers will continue to swell. Bruce has managed to score with many bitches. Bitches don't like being called bitches outside the bedroom. So please don't tell them I called them that master.
The town was quiet until an epidemic swept through the town. Vampires, the sneaky devils tried to confuse us by calling themselves Shikki. Cute pink haired chick was captured and is currently being indoctrinated to please you master. The bitches call her stuck-up cunt. Indoctrination has made great progress. The normies discovered the vampires through a town festival of all things. These shiki variant vampire thought the guard were human. Imagine that, well that assumption was quickly corrected, and a deal was struck in your name called the Treaty of Please don't kill us. We wiped out the normies and let the shiki remain in the town, in exchange they serve the guard.
Some of the guard are enjoying the new shikki brothels. Megumi the or pink haired cunt as the bitches call her should be prepared shortly.
Your's truly
Bruce Blackguard The original Hulk
Harry was happy that Bruce managed to get reborn as a black guard. How his blackguard ended up in Japan of all places was a mystery. Then again, a new client species of undead couldn't be a bad thing. He thought about writing them back about Nazi vampires but left it alone. That ant hill was already kicked.
It was the Halloween feast. Months had passed, since he started his second year and the Hulk 2.0 project was underway. Lithe females were created two to one males to ensure there wouldn't be much competition in the hulk village.
Many of the Hulk females were pregnant. The gestation period could take from 10 to 15 months by his estimations. Fortunately, his ability to make the new model has increased. Well he had a blueprint to go by. It took about 30% of his resources to produce 3 Hulk 2.0s a month. That didn't sound like much until you realized they were 20+ feet tall killing machines. Though the upkeep was getting expensive. They needed a multitude of ores, sediments, and nutrients to continue developing. They are created capable of breeding, but they aren't fully grown. It was a learning curve.
60% of his resources were devoted to knights. 10,000 a month was nothing to sneeze at. Compared to his special troops they were cheap. A single mold filled with memories taken and copied from blackguard members with weapons, engineering, and tech skills made a very versatile unit. That was the point. If he had a problem, then send an unreasonable number of knights at it.
Knights had poor magic resistance compared to special units. That was ok, it made delivering them easy. He had deconstructed enough brooms to know how to replicate flight. Making it autonomous was a leap all its own.
Did Bruce tell him he had a pinkette vampire heading his way? Did she even speak English? He wasn't that starved for sex. He had a messed-up relationship with a demigod centauress after all. His sex life was fulfilled in the most debauchery filled way possible. Then again vampires were sexy as hell. Ugh, this had to be his teenage hormones taking over and eldritch fertility goddess blood nonsense.
"Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, I'm going for a walk. Be back later." Harry said. Using complete sentences were for the birds.
Later near the Slytherin ladies room. Corridor after corridor Harry walked. His mind whirling with the thought of the blackguard finding its way to Japan. They were currently a tech company. The money was rolling in and they had a good piece of the market share. They weren't in the lead by any means, but their product was tough and that counted for something.
"Food, give me food. Destroy crush slurp." It seemed he wasn't the only one not using complete sentences today.
"Hey, if your hungry there are always spiders in the forbidden forest. They are crunchy." Harry said.
"Crunchy, really?" The voice said curiously. "How crunchy, you aren't lying to me are you?" The voice hissed.
"Me, lie for my first impression, the very idea offends me. I only wanted to give you my new acquaintance a helping hand. What you do with that information is your decision." Harry said.
"I'm not supposed to leave the castle." The voice said.
"You have my permission. Since the world is mine, its only natural, that I give you permission." Harry said.
"You rule the whole world! Are you a great master? Do you have other servants?" The snake asked.
"Of course, I have thousands of servants. I am the greatest master ever, so yes, I believe I'm pretty great. The world is mine." Harry said.
"Greatest master, lord of lords I am Malissa. My master has commanded me to stay but if you are above him then your word supersedes his right? That means I can finally eat." Malissa said.
"Malissa, you sound beautiful. Are you seeing anyone? I like a lady who knows how to eat." Harry said. "Oh, and my word is the law of the land. If your master is unaware, then tell him to to take is up with me or perhaps you can work directly under me. I could use a lovely lady like you." Harry said. He didn't know why he was flirting with the mysterious Malissa, but he liked the name and the way the curled her s. It was cute.
"No one who meets my gaze has ever lived to tell the tale, but you are the greatest master. I'm probably not what you think. I'm filthy and I haven't been able to properly clean myself in a millennium. Old spells force me to serve my makers heir. I'm going to find food outside the castle. The spells allow me to follow orders from those above the heir." The voice left leaving Harry to feel alone again.
He continued to explore stopping when he saw a red head leaving the girl's bathroom. She had a dazed look on her face. She eleven and strangely out of her mind but Harry gave her little attention.
A sudden commotion caught his attention. He followed up on it leading to a bit of graffiti on the wall. "Enemies of the heir beware." It was followed by multiple drawings of dicks and balls. Apparently, a bunch of students had passed by it and not reported the strung-up cat. Harry blinked, the way the dicks were drawn framed the words like a hallmark card.
Dumbledore zeroed in on him along with Severus Snape. "Harry do you know anything about this?" Filch was inapproachable. He was weeping openly over his cat. Harry couldn't blame the man. If anything happened to his Lotus, he would freeze the world over.
He focused back on Dumbledore. "No headmaster, this heir is probably just a dumb student." Harry conjured a platform and starred into the crowd.
"If any of you are the heir, then I challenge you to a duel to the death. As ruler of this planet and soon the galaxy you have broken the laws of my lands and must face the consequences." The crowd of students looked at him like he was insane. Harry didn't get it. He was merely stating a fact. Whether or not the rest of the world wanted to admit that he owned their allegiance was immaterial. Fact was fact. "You have ten seconds to back out and admit your inferiority or challenge me." He counted back until he reached one. "Coward." Harry said and stepped down. Everyone seemed frozen by his shear grit and majesty.
Dudley walked up in full armor looking around. "Harry, I don't think anything you just did or said was binding. More than likely the heir is ill prepared to fight all of Hogwarts and is too weak to put up a worthy fight." Harry let out a sigh, inside he agreed with Dudley. Ever since fighting that eldritch abomination in the woods, he felt too powerful. Dealing with mere wizards had become an act of patience more that force.
Dudley POV
His cousin was acting like an arrogant twat. Bloody hell was it getting annoying dealing with his shear posturing. If Harry's ego was any larger the earth would begin rotating around it. Dudley began to message his temples.
It was fine. A little arrogance was normal. They were much stronger than normal wizards. Age would hopefully temper their pride. His cousin marched off towards his lab to increase his military forces. The carrier was an ongoing project they were racing against each other to complete. Logistics was an important part of war.
Dudley had been reading a bit of the art of war lately. Their way was perhaps the strongest. Golems and undead were beyond loyal and devoted to their masters. They needed leaders. Dudley was putting in long nights putting together his own forces. He didn't have the luxury of mass graves to pick from.
Nope, Dudley had to use molds and raw metals to craft frames and crystals for magic batteries. If you compared the two. Necromancy was more energy efficient, but Paladin craft had it beat in mana batteries. The shear amount of information and energy a single crystal could hold was immense. Quantum computing was a new thing, he was barely scratching the surface.
He was thinking about connecting his mind to a computer when the process becomes a bit cleaner. His quarry found herself out in the open. He hadn't really been looking for her. "Ginny are you going somewhere." He asked just as she began to head downstairs. He calmly snatched the phylactery from her hand and pulled her through the entrance. Dudley began to walk back to his workshop annoyed by the sheer stupidity of darklords.
"Are you going to destroy it?" Ginny asked. Dudley raised an eyebrow at the quick recovery.
"Yes," He needed to say no more. She looked to be calming down.
Harry POV
With the heir to Slytherin thing over before it began Harry made his way to the summit. A meeting of various people of import among British Society. Fortunately, it was winter break and the Potter name held enough clout to get an invite to the meeting.
Harry walked through a set of doors to see a group of england's leaders. It was bloody brilliant in his opinion. A man by the name of Maxwell sat in his seat and looked up shocked to see him. "Introducing Wizard defender of the Light Harry James Potter." A Death Knight with his brand on its armor walked to his left. The shear amount of dark radiating from it made the bishop in the room sweat.
"What is that?" Integra Helsing asked. Harry raised a brow at the dark-skinned lady.
"That is my general. He is in charge of over 100,000 soldiers ready to defend England." The woman's brows rose. Harry had exaggerated the numbers quite a bit. The maximum number of knights he could field were around 30k. His process was improving though. It was 12k a month now and growing steadily. His weapon production was falling behind. Drop pods needed to be made and ships for logistics purposes. He could field those 30k with the best armor and move them quickly. Full deployment and pod recover took about an hour.
"If you can back it up, then its appreciated. I didn't know the wizards had any interest in mundane affairs." Harry let the barb hit and smiled graciously.
"Wizard kind has fallen as of late. I fear the ministry will collapse under its own bureaucratic weight soon. It is house Potter fighting on behalf of England not the wizarding world."
The doors shot open revealing a being with an aura as dark as Harry's. The man gave a fanged smile and nodded to Harry.
"We are here to discuss actions against Millenium. The Iscariot Organization is willing to field our own Holy knights despite the corrupted nature of our allies. What makes you any better than the filthy vampires we will undoubtedly face?" Maxwell asked.
Harry looked up. "My forces are loyal they fight for me and not for their instincts. They are not monsters nor are they animals. My knights are a finely crafted anvil molded and patterned for smashing armies against. Shove the vampires down the throats of my knights and not one will break the line." Harry said.
"I find it hard to believe you would waste hundreds of thousands so casually." Integra said. "What are you after?" Harry looked up for a second, he let his desires stretch across his face.
"This is practice. There will be other wars against ever greater forces. This battle will give me the data I need to prepare for the real conflict." Harry said.
"Real conflict, what battle could possibly greater than this?" Maxwell demanded. A grin stretched over Harry's face.
"Perhaps, I plan to challenge god and his heavenly hoste. Though a betting man would place my forces against Ryleigh." Harry said.
"You insufferable wizard. When this battle is over, I will burn you at the stake." Maxwell Shouted.
"Enough, we are here to discuss the battle with."
"Millennium." Everyone froze to see a new person in the room.
That's a wrap.
A little short but the war is getting ready and I want to get it done in three chapters. Get ready for a lot of fighting. Thank you for the reviews its much appreciated. And Bruce is back sort of.