The Industrialist

Nathan

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He had been running for days. Abominants travel on their feet without the luxury of vehicles.

Their strength was their blessing and curse at the same time. Tiresome had not visited him during his marathon for days, it was his blessing. Although a curse was that they were provided with inhuman speed and strength, the Queen expected him to run without stopping.

’Why not just the Queen make a flying Abominant that could carry us?’ He thought.

Instead, he was accompanied by a Level 2 Abominated Monkey. He asked for a horse to travel faster; however, the Queen wanted him to climb up the wall if he tried to infiltrate Axe Central City.

Therefore, an abominated Monkey was a viable option. The Queen called it the Blomordan.

Unfortunately, he only brought a level 2. His size only soared a little taller than him, but muscular. It looks like a regular ape from afar but hairier, with teeth sharper, of course, abnormal-sized claws for effective climbing.

With his current appearance, infiltrating the city would alarm the citizens at first sight. Luckily, gas masks were still worn inside the city for fashion.

Hence, he needed a gas mask and some human clothes to conceal his true identity. As planned, he was going to look for an Outsider Camp. They destroyed most of the camps within their radar. Especially in the southern parts.

He went North.

Scouting from mountain to mountain looking for possible human camps. He knew that these camps were possibly situated in high altitudes which the low-level Abominants feared due to low air contamination levels.

He was worried about Blomordan.

He was not half-human like him.

’Blomordan, can you take the air?’ Nathan asked telepathically.

At last, Nathan found a small encampment near the Kantora Mountains, fifty miles from Asphodel forest. A few days of travel on foot would take him to Axe Central City in less than a week.

Blomordan did not answer, as all of them, but it was a mystery that he knew their answers. Blomordan could take the atmosphere to the identified altitude in Kantora, however, the monkey will be weakened gradually.

So, any human confrontation, Blomordan could not significantly assist. In that case, Nathan and the monkey should infiltrate the encampment in stealth.

Luckily, Kantora Mountain had dead trees. It would conceal their approach and a vital requirement for their stealth. Humans may have also thought that the dead trees would keep their location a secret from the Abominants.

Nathan perched on top of a dead tree, achieving a proper vantage point towards the encampment. There were around 20 houses, fenced with dead wood twigs.

Around 100 people were inside the encampment, including children and women.

His goal was to acquire a gas mask and some human clothes. In and out, if possible, without further encounter.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the weakening monkey, also perched beside him.

’Stay here, Blomordan. Let’s not risk your life. For your purpose is vital for the walls of Axe Central,’ Nathan communicated.

Blomordan agreed. He climbed down the tree to conserve his energy. The air was less contaminated at the top of the dead tree, hence, laborious for the monkey on top.

Nathan jumped high, above the sprawling tree tops. Descending, he immediately spreads his Chiroptera between his long fingers and glide above the human huts.

Hovering above the encampment, Nathan saw a few Outsider guards with rifles, walking about the fences. They had not the slightest idea that he entered the premises.

He could kill them easily; however, further deaths were unnecessary momentarily.

Nathan only needed one house to intrude and grab only what he needed. If a commotion was necessary, he was ready to kill the people inside and allow the others to live without further bloodshed.

He landed on the last house beyond the reach of the guards. The lights were on.

Slowly, he knocked on the wooden door.

A ruckus could be heard from the inside. Then the door opened. It was a male human, mid-fifties, medium built, and shock defined his expression.

"Good evening," Nathan greeted.

However, the male human took out his handgun. He was fast. The human had kept his gun behind his back. However, Nathan caught the human’s arm, and the former squeezed it until his bones broke.

The human screamed alerting other members of his family. Hopefully, the scream was not loud enough to alert the entire encampment.

Hurriedly, the mother took out the rifle from the room and pointed it at Nathan. To prevent further noise, Nathan darted as fast as he could, catching the mother’s trigger hand and pulling the rifle away from her.

Nathan slapped the mother and knocked her out in the process. He saw the children were emaciated at the corner of the room. Three of them.

The sight triggered him. Their faces defined that what they saw was a monster in their midst.

The two older children did not scream, the younger one did after seeing her mother on the ground, neck twisted grimacingly.

Twisting the child’s neck would silence them and would not alert the encampment. However, when he started to enter the room, the father tackled him from behind.

"What are you?" The human male shouted. Nathan collided with the wooden wall and felt a small stab in his upper back.

The blade buried through his skin and into his lung.

Before the human could stab Nathan again, the latter resisted and twisted his upper body to face his assailant. His one hand was free and dug his fingers into the human’s neck.

The dead body dropped to the floor and blood gushed out.

Expectedly, the children cried and alerted the whole village.

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He heard footfalls outside the house. He spared the children as they weren’t a threat to him.

Facing his enemies out the door would be unwise. They could have serious firepower that could hurt him. If they were lasers, it would be unfortunate.

Therefore, an attack from up above would be a wiser move.

He jumped through the roof and hovered on top of the houses. He saw a lot of male humans gathered outside the clearing.

"Above us!" The other screamed.

Then the bullets came, missing their marks. The sky was dark, and his skin was dark which presented difficulty to the men below. Having a black skin has its perks.

"Bullets. How weak," he said inwardly.

Quickly, Nathan descended at the back of the other house, shielding himself from the attackers.

He wanted to escape, facing deeper into the mountains. However, it was the opposite way to where his destination would be. He decided to face his enemies instead.

Killing was insatiable for a monster like him. It was wired to them, programmed.

They hunted him, there were thirty of them who responded first as they went around the house where Nathan landed.

"Monster!" Most of them shouted. And they died so quickly with swift attacks. They do not have armor, unlike the police, only their gas masks and clothing.

They presented no challenge for the Battalion Overlord.

After fifteen heartbeats, thirty men died by his hands. Limbs were separated, others had their heads decapitated, and others had their innards pulled out.

The gore scenery filled the external premises of the houses.

Then the others came, with the same firepower. They had this determination that Nathan had rarely witnessed.

"What are you?" The screaming came from random Outsiders.

"What is that hideous face!"

"Is it human?"

"An Abominated human? The rumors are true then!"

These were the screams, despite that, they were irrelevant.

Even though the Outsiders knew that they could not win, they still attacked without being disheartened. They hardly fired. He was fast, like a blur to them. Weaving through the crowd, slicing, attacking the most vital parts of the human anatomy.

The Outsiders were different. They were brave.

Nathan chuckled upon the sight of them, foolishly continuing to fire their guns. He could take the bullets. But not lasers. He took a few shots but it did not slow him down.

Twenty heartbeats, another thirty were dead. He could smell the cowering Outsiders inside the houses. He sensed their fears. He sensed their cries.

His human thoughts clamored once again, delivering an internal blow to his heart. His heart squeezed upon his doing.

’Conscience!’ He thought.

He recognized the feeling. And it was unpleasant. The Queen had taught them to be resilient with the Human thoughts that lay dormant deep within.

’Fight them! Fight them you weakling!’ He convinced himself. Pain on his head loomed. Confusion had filled his thoughts.

It was his doing, and his wish to make the Queen happy. Hence, such agony should be embraced and conquered.

He knew that he was beyond the Entity’s proximity and that his human thoughts once again emerged and tried to take control of his body. However, he strengthened his mind over time and relentlessly disregarded the suggestions of his human thoughts.

He grabbed what he needed, a gas mask and some human clothes, and his next destination would be Axe Central City.