A couple of arrows whistled nearby, a crossbow bolt poked into the bulletproof vest, without causing any inconvenience. I didn't worry about the girls being hooked, I stood up in front of Olga on purpose, covering her from possible attacks, and Chloe, having received a nod from me, took the riffle off the magnet, returning the blades to the sheath, and took cover behind my back, as if behind a shelter. When the automatic fire was added to the shotgun boom, things became very bad for our enemies, dense fire from two barrels forced them to retreat. And, it seems, everything is going well, but the fact that Kin is quiet and in no hurry to stick out does not give me peace. This is, at least, bad because without smoking him out, we will not get inside ourselves. And also, as practice has shown, this bastard is smart, since he managed to figure out where we will go and prepare a good ambush. Most likely, he has more surprises.
"Rrrra!" — As if hearing my thoughts, someone growled loudly from above, and a second later, brown-furred subjects began to land on the floor right in front of me one by one. They went around the top and fell down like peas.
"Werewolves!" — Chloe screams and shoots in the face of the one closest to her, switches the weapon to the second one and gets a dry click instead of a shot.
All this I managed to notice with my peripheral vision during the time when, right in the jump, I put buckshot into the chest of the werewolf who jumped on me. The already dead carcass continues to fly forward by inertia and I had to meet it with a kick to stop it. This is used by two others: one attacks from the right, intending to knock me down, and the second tries to slip past on the left.
"Stop!" — I jumped backwards and, already falling on my back, grabed the creature by the leg and shoot the second one in the face. The werewolf jerked, growled in bewilderment and smashed his muzzle into the floor with all his might, spreading his paws. He was not destined to rise: his skull was pierced by the sword of a white-haired elf. A third one landed on top of me, pinning his arm with a weapon to the floor with one paw, and pressing on my shoulder with the other, and tried to bite through my neck, but received a powerful punch in the face and flew off, tumbling. I took a quick look at the girls. A furry corpse lies at the feet of the queen, and Chloe finishes off another one. Everything is fine there.
[Watch out!] — A strange female voice warned me. Without thinking, I roll over and jump away to the girls, cutting off the way to Olga possible attackers, and in the place where I was just stuck in the floor a bunch of long stone spikes. After that, it suddenly dawns on me that the voice clearly does not belong to one of my companions and in general did not come from outside, but from inside my head.
[Don't get distracted.] — This someone says again. Anyway, good advice. I turn my gaze to the side from where the last attack came from and see a four-eyed, accompanied by his ogres, crawling out into the light of God. I point the shotgun at him, pull the trigger twice, but I don't achieve anything with it, the shots just get stuck in the shield again.
"It's useless." — He comments on my actions in a patronizing tone, taking two steps forward. His subordinates, meanwhile, stopped attacking and began to gather around, including the surviving werewolves and retreating human fighters. — "Having arranged your last ambush, I studied your capabilities a little and took measures. Your weapon can't reach me."
"I'm happy for you." — I said, slowly shifting closer to the dark elvf girls. They are, by the way, in relative order, Chloe's face and armor are stained with the blood of a dog hacked to her, which gives her a rather menacing look, and Olga seems to have managed to recover a little from overexertion and even managed to get to her feet, albeit unsteadily, and now she was drilling with a concentrated gaze the company gathered in front of us, squeezing her wand with her fingers.
"Thanks." — Clearly mocking, the warlock thanked me. — "I admit, your plan was good: using detours and avoiding large crowds to get to a place where you can leave the Citadel. That's just, roughly understanding the end point of the route, it was not difficult for me to predict your actions. And I didn't lose, as you can see. Now give up. The result is already obvious, so do not make Vult wait even longer.
"Why didn't he come here himself?" — Olga asked with an ironic arch of an eyebrow. — "Since he needs us so much, he could have moved his legs and come."
"Oh, come on, Your Majesty." — He specifically singled out the title with intonation, mocking again. — "For such a case as the capture of two women and one brave but stupid alien, he has subordinates."
"And loyal allies." — He squinted at the monsters surrounding him, which caused both girls to gnash their teeth. And I understand them, there is nothing pleasant about betrayal.
[Listen to me carefully and do what I say if you want to solve the problem.] - My unexpected imaginary friend reminded me of herself.
[Who are you anyway?] - I tried to mentally address my counterpart and looks like it worked.
[Virtual assistant of the first class "Martha", embedded in your nanorobots to help you in the execution of the mission.] — She answered me, showing that communication is possible, and at the same time, generating a lot of questions. Who implemented it? What kind of mission? Why me, after all? But instead, I thought something else, not otherwise, out of surprise and the general intensity of the situation.
{And I also have a friend in the ass...] — I thinked to her.
[Girlfriend, actually.] — She chuckled at me in response.
[So there are no objections about the ass?!] — I was indignant, mentally slapping myself in the face for stupid questions at the wrong time. Well, I can't calmly relate to the voice in my head, this is usually a sign of trouble with the head, especially against the background of the fact that it finally really dawned on me that I was dead once again and after that I got into some fucking fantasy suspiciously resembling gangbang hentai if you exclude the beautiful me from the equation. And even by someone's will, for the sake of fulfilling some kind of "mission". These facts all together don't add shit to peace of mind.
Another thing is that this very "mission" seems to have to be carried out. At least, in gratitude for the life given, because such gifts should be appreciated, and there is nothing more valuable than one's own life in principle.
[Don't be silly.] — Martha shushed me, after which I felt something begin to flow in my body, some invisible force literally spread through my veins, starting to circulate along with the blood, which made my already good health dramatically improve even more, and my head even rang slightly from overflowing with energy. — [Do you feel it? It's magic. It took an obscenely large amount of it to recreate your body, emptying the Citadel's storage, but there was a reserve inside you. You won't be able to use it yourself, but there is someone next to you who will make the best use of it. You just need to share.]
She's talking about Olga, no one else. And if it helps, I will do what Martha asks of me. But how?
[What should I do?] — I asked her.
[Touch her. I'll do the rest myself.] — She peplied.
Our internal dialogue lasted no longer than a second, so I didn't have time to miss anything from the external dialogue.
"You overestimate their loyalty." — Olga grimaced at the warlock's remark about monsters.
"Not at all." — He shook his head. — "Unlike you, we pursue the same goals with them, and common interests are held together much stronger than the usual submission by force."
"And what are the goals, if not a secret?" — I ask, slowly approaching the queen.
"We are on the way to creating a state, a state where every man can get what he deserves." — Proudly lifting his nose, he said. — "And women will be assigned their nature role. It will be an eternal empire of debauchery, in which any decent person will not deny himself anything.
I stuck. He shook his head, assessing the girls' faces twisted in disgust and how his subordinates began to smile and whisper after the warlock's words. They're... serious. And I laughed. From the heart, in a voice, clutching my stomach and slapping my knees. But at the same time, I did not forget to slowly approach Olga.
"The Empire... huh.. Debauchery?" — Having finished laughing, I asked, adding maximum sarcasm to my voice and wiping away invisible tears. — "So why not the First Galactic at once?! And that's what you wanted to call me to? Into the dream of a puberty teenager? You would also offer Phenomenal Cosmic Power!"
I took the queen, who was knocked out of the rut by my performance, by the forearm.
And then I felt as if the power gathered inside me was being pumped out. The words I wanted to say next got stuck in my throat, my legs gave way and I fell to my knees. My head was spinning, and my eyes were covered with a cloudy veil.
Consciousness, waving a pen, jumped into the sunset, but before I passed out, I noticed how Olga's pupils widened in shock, and her cheeks and ears began to rapidly turn red.
The coma, apparently, did not last long, because when my head cleared, I continued to sit on my knees, and everyone present was in their seats. But something has changed. The enemies, who were confident before, looked at us with undisguised horror. The reason for this was Olga, when I looked up at her, a truly fascinating picture presented itself to me: she was standing, all flushed, sparks of electricity ran through her body and in her eyes, and a victorious smile played on her lips.
"Wh-what!? Impossible! Arrow of decay!" — Exclaimed the pale-faced Kin and launched a familiar spell at us, but this time visually denser, and probably stronger. A careless wave of the hand made by the queen, and the attack abruptly turns aside, crashing into the wall and leaving behind a rotting stone.
"My turn" — She said.
The electricity discharges running through her body rushed into her hand and a thick and bright lightning burst from the open palm aimed at the enemies. Crashing into the first enemy, it began to jump from one to another until hit absolutely everyone. The Kin who received his portion, in the blink of an eye, having lost his shield, flew away like a smoking bag to the other end of the hall, and the rest, who had no protection, were fried almost to a crisp. In a few seconds, it was all over. We were left alone, surrounded by smoking pieces of meat, the air smelled of ozone and burnt flesh.
"I don't know how you did it, but you saved us." — The queen whispered, looking at me with a look of gratitude full of golden eyes, and tried to help me up, not very successfully. — Chloe, help me lift hem up"
"Y-yes, Mistress." — The girl perked up and jumped up to us. With four hands and my feasible participation, they helped me to get up.
"What about this one?" — I nodded listlessly in the direction of the strangely moving warlock. The legs obey frankly poorly, and in general the transmission process turned out to be too tedious even for a superhuman organism. — "Can we finish him off?"
"Let's not waste time." — Olga refused. — "Vult won't forgive him for loose anyway."
"Yeah…" — i replied
So, under my arms, I was led into a room with a portal, which was a pentagram drawn on the floor, in the center of which there is a thick two-meter column inscribed with runes. We stood inside the circle and Olga began to inspect the artifact.
"Bastard, he put out the powe bank" — The queen wrinkled her nose. — "But right now I'm strong enough to carry us all out of here myself. There won't even be much left.
Gently releasing me, she put her hands to the post, closed her eyes, and began to chant some spell. The runes on the pillar began to light up, starting with those closer to her palms, when everything lit up, the pentagram under her feet began to luminesce. When the last symbol lit up, the structure burst into flames, flooding the space with white light.
Further, I felt myself lying on the grass face up, looking at the crowns of trees.
"It worked." — Olga breathed out with relief somewhere nearby. — "We did it."
