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I'm sorry everyone, this chapter was suppose to be longer but eventually my eyes just got so tired typing what I wrote on paper so I decided to just end it sort of lazily. But hey, the faster I finish a chapter of this fanfiction the sooner I get to work on a chapter of a different one so it's not so bad for someone.

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Dack of course held the shield to protect Brain and Brita. Why Hynrich was doing this, going as far as to kill the two humans he was told to protect it perplexed the young boy. Those two trembled, addled by the sight of the "boss" using a shield to safeguard his enemies—and he shouted "Run away you fools! Run!"

They didn't listen, so Dack was left with no choice; he had to scare them away by whistling while staggering from the torrent of fire, two orthus's appeared in front of the five o' clock shadow lavender haired swordsman and the wheat skinned freckled red haired ranger whose hair had tendrils.

They growled glistening purple gums and white jagged teeth. Brain slowly thoroughly outstretched his hands to his katana for his God Flash stance, but Brita, her tanned fingers squeezing his shoulder in a way that was warm wine just flowed down your throat-dragged him away from the spine-chilling spindly long legged albino arachnid and "boss" with a conscience.

Twenty-one times—the amount of openings the spider had to shot a lethal projectile of webs or molten/flaming projectiles at the two fleeing, nescient humans, and each time Dack stopped it putting some effort into defending so they could egress.

Once they were gone, he climbed. He free climbed fast, and even if this thirteen foot tall spider was a mountain it wouldn't trammel Dack from reaching its peak in no time at all. He morphed his right hand into a claw before upper-cutting its jaw.

A friend died by Dack's hands that moment and he was crying for it. A large laceration scintillated from its bright blood where he slashed it. All eight of its beady black sclera eyes were still open just as vacant as they were when it was alive. Dack did the only contrite thing he could do: see those eyes of an underling so amazing and sweet, he shut the lids over those eyes.

Once he was finished, he cried in a puddle of his own tears, Hynrich walking as a looming threat towards him.

But by the time Hynrich moxie up to him, Dack was too incited to flinch and just yelled.

"How could you hurt them after I ordered you to help them?! How could you attack me with one of your own pets?!"

Hynrich frowned at his leader; he was too far gone to answer him. With a muscle movement that made the wind whoosh in his face, Hynrich grabbed Dack's throat! His grip was tight, tightening and each second Dack tried wriggling his neck out while his claws dug into his green grubby fingers.

Hynrich frown became more scathing to look at.

"That pet you ordered me to care for was happy to die by your hands. I only feel the need to crush your skull for your tracheary, Lord of nothing and a coward Dack."

Either because he realized choking was an piteous, underhanded way of killing someone he once felt was above him, Hynrich punched a hole through the wall before slugging his clenched shaking left fist into Dack's cheek. Pain—it wasn't painful being hit or plowing through cinders chucked outside the building, it was the irony of Hynrich being the one to do it.

Everything evanesced to black when Dack made his landing. Getting up, he saw crimson exude and plash in a puddle dripping into the cement pavement.

That wasn't his blood.

He was launched into the body of a denizen old man with geriatric cane now crashed through a window. Dack was so fixated on the carnage caused by him he didn't flinch when Hynrich bombarded the street with his giant feet. People gazed at them a little frightened and a little amused clamoring in a crowd.

Hynrich looked at them, despised them the young and the old without knowing any of them, whisked his hand out.

In the sub terrain beneath the rubble, a sentient flora started to move its vine tentacles through the dirt before probing through.

Concomitantly, five large green wood tentacles pierced through the torsos of five citizens-three men, one woman and a young boy. The pedestrians with holes in their excavatum's had big, quavering eyes that resounded in Dack's heart as their impaled corpses were raised to the strange teeth in its sunflower-esque appearance. A carnivorous mandrake that could move pretty much anywhere, even arid regions.

It was a giant green mixed with orange petal sunflower with an orange bark resembling skin around its giant mouth. The mandrake drew them in closer to its mouth before swallowing them in one giant gulp. His roots flitted crimson from his bark around his mouth to the roots he fluttered.

Stronger, fed, it raised its roots to capture and swallow its next victim. Two tentacles whipped to a little girl with dark brownish red jacket and white bonnet who flinched. She yelped; someone pushed her at the last second.

Her savior, a lavender haired boy cladded in dirty robes with flaring green eyes, was swinging small blades; the hilts a lot bigger than the bilbo butterknife blade he swung like a hurricane. Its long green tentacles raining down while the boy leaped towards the sky. The higher he soared so too did the face of the monster until they were both above the stratosphere.

This was sensational to her young eyes; this stranger moving feats above all previous heroes. She would love to see a battle this newfangled memorable to the end...unfortunately without any warning her body was squeezed by two big green hands before what felt like a troll's mouth clamped down on her!

Dack craned his neck around the oval shaped head of the mandrake. He was looking for the right spot to jab the beast while it wavered between a screeching banshee cry to just howling until he found the right spot, its under chin.

He was hesitant to jab his knife in the face of Hynrich's pet. He felt maybe there was an inkling of sentience in this monstrous mandrake, maybe if he tried talking to it then maybe it would remember him.

"Man-Clepias, stand down. I am your Supreme Leader Dac-"

It shrieked gutturally with spittle projectiles heading towards him, but he evaded them with his enhanced dodging capabilities.

Without any delay or second attempts to reason with his slash Hynrich's pet, he stabbed it in its under chin. The massive mandrake writhed in an ear piercing death cry before it toppled down from its roots going from taut to limp.

Dack stood on the backside of the mandrake, watched the clouds at such a close propinquity he could almost touch them and then somersaulted off its back holding on to the teeth covered in saliva of Hynrich's pet.

"Reinforce Armor! Greater Strength!"

After increasing his strength, cinders strewed when his feet made holes in the towns street.

Dack just couldn't live with himself if his mandrake crashed and caused irreparable damage to countless civilians while holding the blood frenzied plant with one hand. He opened a wormhole with the other; vacuumed the monster right in.

He finished his once loving pet off not to the acclamation of villagers thankful to him but to a ghost town...as in corpses sprawled all over the ground. This was Hynrich's doing. Most of the bodies had jagged serrated incisions in their heads and arms. Looking at the people he failed to save a resounding onomatopoeia of Y.O.U.R F.A.U.L.T in his heard, he found the body of the little girl mutilated.

The left side of her face was missing with visceral still fresh. He was snapped out of the guilt resounding in his heart by Hynrich's hot puffs of snort escaping his nostrils like a hot tea kettle.

"Does seeing 'mortals' die vex you, Lord Dack?" Dack just stared at him with fangs in his mouth and hair growing on his hands. And then-Hynrich tossed him a weapon of his forte: knife. "I'll give you a chance to extenuate yourself in my eyes-kill the mortal family hiding in that house behind you. You have one minute."

Dack couldn't speak to Hynrich while he had this kind of animosity. In this town once laden with people only through the windows were people watching with consternation. Dack moved like a phantom from Hynrich to the inside of the house, and came face-to-face with its residents: two parents and two children; a fair sacrifice in a genocide.

The man was bald, wore sleeveless white shirt splotched with gunk and reeked. The mother was dark skinned, had an angular big nose, a ponytail wearing a red dress that didn't match the indigence of their household.

They had two kids gripped tightly and held close, both white, one porcelain minus a few blemishes with green eyes and bowlcut blond hair wearing a white shirt with a metal circlet around his neck that had three yellow plastic rings weaved on it with black trousers and the other wheat like Brita's with red eyes, coiffed orangish-brown hair and was wearing a red shirt with yellow trousers with one real ring pierced in his right ear.

From the shuddering stares they knew why Dack intruded their home. But what they didn't know was how Dack had no intention of hurting them; he outstretched his knife around and slashed a long vertical slit through his torso.

Their expressions flared...Dack's knife was splotched with his own blood. And then-he just did the exact same thing slitting his knife on his left shoulder.

"Times up!" Hynrich shouted right when Dack made a hush gesture, finger over mouth.

"Ai yi yi." The father crooned. "An intruder with a pure heart."

Dack was walking outside feigning a smile, swaying his blood covered knife, his wounds miraculously vanished. He was now just hoping this facade would calm Hynrich down so he could try to coax him back to the hobgoblin that wouldn't hurt him.

As he walked, he noticed Hynrich's frown wasn't flitting looking just as ruefully as before. And, his arms were crossed.

Something was wrong.

Right behind him-Hynrich/Dack's black scaled giant basilisk arose over the house and stomped its front paws on top of it. A resounding sense of guilt rippled throughout Dack's body before evolving into unfettered rage' he was made at the wrong person.

He leaped higher than any person in the New World could leap without some kind of enhancement—a grasshopper jumping to a safe location—and he landed on the back of his basilisk pet.

He made a sorrowful grieving position before delivering his punches in an unrelentless flurry. It took five strong, enraged blows from him just to reave its armored scales and expose the flesh underneath. Even without using Appraisal to see the basilisks' health he knew his blows were damaging its health faster a hero's in Dark Souls.

"Dark Souls..."

Just pondering about that name was nostalgic, brought him back to a better time in his life. He wanted to experience that time even during this fight, so he enchanted himself with the only technique he knew could work for it:

"...Control A..."