Chapter 92: Man vs Homnd
After many years of wandering, home was in sight.
It is said that at the dawn of history, when God created the world, He gave each piece of the world to the tribes of men, Basil addressed his flock of believers. They had stopped on the Danube Rivers shore half an hour away from the bridge that would lead them into Bulgaria proper. To some, He offered the mountains, to others the seas shore. When He had assigned everyone their due, onest person arrived; a farmer. When God berated him for histeness, the man answered that he had spent all his day humbly sowing fields to feed his own. God was merciful, but He had already given away all pieces of thend; so He took a piece of Heaven and brought it to Earth. The farmer looked upon the most beautiful country in the world, and called it
Basil dramatically waved his hand at thend beyond the Danube River. Bulgaria!
Its a beautiful story, Boss, Bugsy said with tears in his eyes.
Is it a real one though? to asked mirthfully. Seems embellished to me.
It is true to me, and thats all that matters, Basil replied proudly. There are so many ces Ill have to show you. R, Sofia, Kaliakra, Varna
Kalki smiled demurely. Must be nice to return to your roots.
Basil frowned upon realizing his error. Kalki was an amnesiac with no past of his own, much to his frustration. Im sorry, Basil apologized. I didnt mean to sound insensitive.
It is fine, my friend. I am not so thin-skinned. Kalki brushed off the subject. What is our n of action now? This river is far toorge and too deep for us to cross on foot.
Well use the Danube Bridge, Basil said. The Soviets had called it the Friendship Bridge like so many others across the worlda stunning show of imagination by their standardsand though it was but one potential crossing point among many, it was one of fewrge enough to let the Steamobile ride on it. Afterwards, well go to my hometown of Varna. The Unity attacked it ording to General Lenc, so we can expect resistance on the way.
Varna was also his mothersst known location; it might have sounded selfish, but Basil wanted to ensure her safety before dealing with the Unity. If the dragons had gotten to her first, then the following rampage would make <em>Kill Bill</em> look tame.
Well move in attack formation, Basil decided. Vasi, Kalki, and Garud scout ahead. to and I will ride Rosemarine. Bugsy, Shellgirl, Shesha, you stay atop Steve to provide long-range support. Well buff up at the first sign of a gearsman.
I cant wait to see you in action, babe, Shellgirl told the Steamobile as she patted the metal frame. You and I are going to shower them, and not with gold.
Steve answered with a roar of its engines and a cloud of steam. The team moved in position without wasting time, though Vasi remained behind a bit longer.
Here. Vasi presented a belt to Basil. It was rtively simple, a ring of leather bound by a metal piece representing a winged bear. A little gift Ive crafted for you on the way from Bucharest.
I love it, Basil replied without even asking about its effect. He put it around his waist. It meshed well with his armor and the Pth cloak. Looks great.
Its a Hastened Belt, Vasi exined with a proud smile. It allows you to cast the Hasten spell on yourself three times per day before a recharge. It shoulde in handy if Im incapacitated.
Her pride still hadnt recovered from the Krampus fiasco. Basil guessed she wanted to show it wouldnt happen again; his girlfriend might not show it too often, but she could be adorablypetitive in her own way. She didnt take failure well and strived to improve constantly.
Thats kinda funny, Basil said. I have something for you too.
Vasi raised an eyebrow as he summoned an item from his inventory: a shining silver ring encrusted with blue crystals.
Ive asked Shellgirl to mobilize our merchants to look for a specific item, Basil exined. And guess what? They managed to find what I was looking for.
Are you offering me an alliance ring? Vasi chuckled coyly. Has our rtionship progressed so far already?
Its a bit too early for it, Basil mused. He very much loved his girlfriend, but whirlwind courtships rarely ended well. They had agreed to take things slow, to know each other the right way. Its an SP Storage Ring. You can stock up to five hundred Special Points and use them to regenerate your reserves in a pinch.
Vasi chuckled. I asked for an SP regenerating item yesterday, and you found one in twenty-four hours?
You deserve nothing but the best, Basil replied charmingly.
My, such a gentleman. Vasi presented her left hand with a sly grin. Ill let you put it around my finger.
Basil obeyed hisdysmand; slowly, softly, and gently. The silver ring looked good on her dark purple skin, yet he felt her hidden uneasiness when he touched it.
Whats on your mind? Basil asked his girlfriend in concern.
Basil, I Vasi took back her hand and cleared her throat. Im not sure Ill go to the family meeting,
Basil would have lied if he had said it didnt surprise him. He would have been anxious too. Are you certain?
What am I going to say? Vasi asked with a forced smile. <em>Hey Dad, Im the daughter youve never met. Youve missed the first two decades of my life, but I hope we can reconnect without all that pesky child support getting in the way? </em>It will be ufortable at best and a scene at worst.
Basil knew enough about jerk dads to provide some advice. Vasi, you know the correct way to spell my name in Bulgarian would be Vasil, not Basil?
Oh? It amused her. We should be thankful that your parents decided on an umon spelling. Conversations would have been awkward for us otherwise.
My mother fought not to give me my current name, Basil confirmed. Basil is actually Greek in origin, and not very popr in Bulgaria.
Vasi raised an eyebrow. Why is that?
One of our most reviled figures is Basil II of Constantinople, nicknamed the Bulgar yer. You dont get a nickname like <em>that </em>one for opening orphanages. Basil sighed. My mother wanted to go with Vasil, but my father insisted on Basil. I got picked on at school over it, because children are cruel and adults dont care.
On the plus side, it had taught Basil that you could get farther in life with kind words and a hard punch than with kind words alone.
Thats awful, Vasi said with a frown. Why did your father make such a choice?
Because Dragan Bohen was a dick who thought it funny to give his son a controversial name, Basil replied bluntly. He was a drunk, a cheat, and a loser. I dont miss him. But at the end of the day he was still my father, you know? He took me fishing every so often, and sometimes he would do nice things like buy me candy. I do have <em>some </em>good memories of him buried under all the shit.
Vasi crossed her arms. What are you hinting at, Handsome?
You dont choose your family, but its still a part of you, Basil said. Yeah, maybe going to that gathering wont be pleasant. Most probably. But if you dont go, youll live with that gnawing feeling of doubt and leaving something unfinished. Like a book youve never learned the ending from.
Vasi scowled. Meeting my father would at least give me closure. Thats what youre implying.
Yes, Basil answered with a nod. I mean, if it goes badly, at least youll know that branch of your family is made up of jerks you shouldnt bother with. Itll be a bittersweet ending, but an ending all the same.
His girlfriend mulled over his words without answering.
Dont get me wrong, Ill support you whatever you decide, Basil said. I just dont want you to regret anything.
Vasi gave him a sharp look. Are there things you regret never saying to your father?
Basil sighed. Yes.
I see. Vasi smiled thinly. Thanks for your advice, Handsome. Ill think about it.
Afterward, she kissed him on the cheek and took flight on her broomstick. Basil climbed atop Rosemarines back with to as she pulled the Steamobile along the shore of the Danube River. The group advanced through empty fields retaken by trees and nature. The twilight sun was setting beyond the horizon, heralding the fall of night. The clouds were red in the sky, though no dungeon-fueled aurora polluted them for once.
They soon should reach the Romanian city of Giurgi and its Bulgarian counterpart, Ruse. Thetter was home to an industrial area. Basil didnt know how the System could have changed it. Would its factories churn out war machines now? Or had a sea of sand drowned the city like Paris?
He wouldnt have to wonder for long. The shape of a colossal bridge slowly appeared in the distance; linking the shores of the Danube with its thick metal frame. So close
How do you feel, buddy? to asked Basil.
Somewhere between peachy and excited, Basil deadpanned.
Dog, Ive listened to your rambling for years. I know more about Bulgaria than any other cat in the world. to shrugged. Yet you preferred to stick to France. I dont buy your peachy disposition.
Cant hide anything from you, eh? Basil let out a sigh. To be honest with you, I feel conflicted, I guess? Its been years since Ive left.
Youre afraid everything will have changed in the meantime? to asked wisely. Or that it <em>hasnt </em>changed?
Im not afraid, Im worried, Basil countered. Bulgaria has survived things I wouldnt wish on anyone, but its always possible for things to worsen. What happened in Bucharest I hope we wont see it again in Varna or Ruse.
He didnt want to find his homnd in ruins.
Basil had considered Rens house his home for a while, and it had been one until the Apocalypse Force burned the ce to cinders. But as he gazed upon the verdant shores on the other side of the Danube River, he realized no walls of stones could rece his homnd in his heart. A seed carried by the wind cannot forget the tree it sprang from. Humans were no different.
Yes, he had oftenined about Bulgaria in the past. His country wasnt perfectwhich one was?with itsws only applying to little people, the whole mafia issue, the drunk driving, the poverty, the dead journalists now and then but at the end of the day, Bulgaria was beautiful <em>in spite </em>of all these issues. Its people were his birth tribe in a way. He wanted them to be safe, to survive through the apocalypse, ande out stronger than before.
Hey, Basil, dont be a downer, to reassured him. Even if we find cities turned to stone, we can make them right.
When I evolve, I will heal everyone that you like, Mister, Rosemarine chirped. And I will eat the rest! Feet first, so they can see me chewing them!
Thanks, darling, Basil replied as he patted her on the head. I appreciate the sentiment.
He did wonder what she would look like with one more level. Something both nice and mean? Would she grow wings like so many other dragons?
to squinted at the Danube River. Im not sure she can digest metal.
Basil didnt even need to ask him what he meant. Vasi floated above him and shouted a warning. I see Unity watchers patrolling the other shore, she warned. And gearsmen in Ruse.
And like that, Basils hopes to find his homnd in one piece fell apart.
The situation became all the clearer as they approached the bridge. Basil picked out his binocrs to get a better view of it. The Bulgarian shore remained an industrial area, but not the kind he remembered. The modern factories and warehouses from his youth were now steampunk castles of gears and pipes. Iron towers spewed green fumes while gearsmen patrolled the streets of Ruse. Faceless androids workers moved crates of coal, iron ore, and other raw material inside burning forges. Military checkpoints backed with artillery cannons protected both sides of the bridge.
The Unity had repurposed the regions industrial instations for their own goals.
These metal cockroaches Basils jaw clenched as he summoned his halberd. How strong are they?
Most gearsmen I saw were around level twenty, Vasi replied. On paper, they shouldnt be a threat to the Bohens. The factories might contain stronger ones though. Kalki went up farther ahead and should return shortly.
Basil agreed and spent the next few minutes observing the shore with his binocrs. A cursory look confirmed his girlfriends intel: the Unity had deployed their mass-produced weak gearsmen to patrol the shore. The sight of these cyclopean machines brought back memories of the upation of Dax in France. The Unity only fielded a handful then, while dozens of them protected this industrial area.<blockquote><strong>Unity Gearsman</strong></blockquote><blockquote>Level 13 [Artificial].</blockquote><blockquote>Faction: Unity.</blockquote><blockquote><strong>Unity Gearsman Mk III</strong></blockquote><blockquote>Level 20 [Artificial].</blockquote><blockquote>Faction: Unity.</blockquote>
Theyre like ants, Basil thought. Individually weak, but organized and numerous.
Do we take them on, Mister? Rosemarine asked with undisguised enthusiasm.
It shouldnt be too difficult to scrap these bots, Basil said with a scowl. But it would alert the Unity to our arrival.
Lets sneak past them and not dirty our paws, to suggested. I could turn everyone invisible.
But I can sense invisible people with Tremorsense, Bugsy pointed out from atop the Steamobile. The craters on his back fumed with power, ready to fire magma bombs at the first sign of danger. What if they have monsters with the same Perk as mine?
Maybe I could try to chat them up, Shellgirl suggested. Pretend were merchants eager to sell them stuff. Or war profiteers! Im sure they would let us in easily!
Ive never heard of the Unity peacefully interacting with outsiders, Vasi pointed out. Announcing our presence will only give them the first shot.
Basil nodded sharply. Unlike the Apocalypse Force, the Unity wasnt interested in recruiting outsiders into their organization. They either killed or petrified everyone they can came across.
Kalki chose this moment to return from his scouting atop his bird, sneakilynding next to the group. Weve tried to sneak around the factory, but watchers quickly caught on to us, the bard exined. It took us a while to lose them.
to snickered. Of course the bird was seen.
Watch your tongue, feline, Garud grumbled. No one can see me when I soar high above the clouds. They sensed our presence some other way.
Basil clenched his jaw. Bugsy had guessed correctly. They must have radars.
Did you see another crossing we could use? Vasi asked.
Garud shook his head. They patrol the entire shore with watchers. If we couldnt sneak past them, you wont either. Your car isnt exactly built for stealth.
Steves lights flickered in embarrassment.
The situation is worse than you think. Kalki locked eyes with Basil, his expression grim. They keep people inside the factories.
This took Basil aback. Coborators?
No, Basil. Kalki shook his head darkly. I think they are ves.
Basils blood boiled in his veins as he digested the answer. He clenched his fists in his anger, so tightly that his fingers hurt beneath his armored gauntlets.
ves.
The Unity had enved his countrymen.
Kalki took it as an invitation to borate. These people were under armed escort and cored. I could only get a glimpse of them, but they had Crafter sses from what I gathered.
People get in, gearsmene out, Garud added. Aint too hard to guess whats happening.
The Unity was using enved Crafters to fuel their war machine. That settled it. Besides the human cost, each day this factory remained active meant more robots for mankind to fightter.
This calls for a bloody oath, after the battle is done, Basil decided. Well fight.
Youre sure, Partner? Shellgirl asked, slightly worried. Shouldnt we gather more intel first?
They detected the bird, to pointed out.
It wasnt my fault! Garud insisted.
No one said that, my friend, Kalki reassured him. But I see the cats point. They must be suspicious after detecting our intrusion. Another slip-up and they will sound the rm and ruin our chance at taking them by surprise.
Ive already lost a home to invaders. Basil stood on his legs atop Rosemarines back. Im not going to sneak in while trespassers despoil this one. When someone squats in your ce and calls it their own, you dont enter by the backdoor. You fling the main one open, beat them up, and throw them out through the window.
The team would follow the same strategy they used against the Apocalypse Force in Hungary: strike fast, secure the hostages, and wipe out the enemy in short order before they could coordinate.
Vasi chuckled. So we start with the three Ds as usual? Disrupt, divide, destroy?
This tactic worked well enough so far, so why change it now? Basil mused. Lets start an attack on multiple fronts.
Oh, I have an idea! Shellgirl suggested. We haverge reserves of explosives in the inventory. Vasi and Kalki could drop them from above to sow chaos.
We cant afford to hit the factories or we risk hurting their captives, Kalki said with a nod. What we do is damage the gearsmen outside and damage the roads. Hopefully this should disrupt theirmunications.
A targeted blitz? The idea appealed to Basil. Lets do that. to, youll cover our flyers with illusion spells. Shellgirl, Bugsy, Shesha, you take the bridge. Rosemarine and Steve will bombard the gearsmen from the Romanian shore and move on to the other one once the crossing is secured.
What about you, Boss? Bugsy asked.
Basil smirked in bloodlust. Ill go test my new Dragonknight Perks.
The team split up to begin their n. They buffed, as they always did before battle. Vasi carried to on her broom and vanished alongside Kalki and Garud. Rosemarine and Steve took position for a bombardment. The rest slithered into the shadows towards the closest military checkpoint.
And Basil?
Basil <em>flew</em>.
He leaped once in midair, then twice, then thrice as if the clouds were solid ground. It reminded him so much of tformers like <em>Metroid</em>, except he could feel the wind blowing against his armor, the air pressure, the disgusting smell of toxic fumesing from the Unity factories. The experience was exhrating as it was strange. He crossed half a football field in a single bound, then another until he reached the other shore.
Basil set foot on his homnd for the first in years by stomping a gearsman.
The creature that had given him so much trouble in Dax half a year ago was crushed by thending. Its metal frame crumbled under the weight of Basils feet, of his power. Gears and bolts flew all over the concrete street.
Basil hadnded in the shadow of a factory overseeing the Danube River. His arrival was met with screeching rm bells echoing across the district. Four level thirty and twenty gearsmen immediately rushed to intercept him; he blew them all out with a well-aimed Elemental Orb in passing.
A roar echoed and a shadow flew over Basil. The Dragonknight raised his eyes to watch a winged beastnd in front of him; a creature twice as tall as an elephant and longer than a blue whale. The dragon reminded him of an ancient dinosaur; a mane of white feathers covered a body of thick scales and ws sharp enough to cut through anything. The creature red at him with vicious yellow eyes.
Here came the A-material. Basil gave it a passing look.<blockquote><strong>Roarwing, Bishop-Rank Commander</strong></blockquote><blockquote>Level 45 [Dragon/Avian]</blockquote><blockquote>Faction: Unity (Sector 7)</blockquote>
More like B-material.
You have some nerve to show yourself here, ape, the dragon said with condescension. He expanded his wings and cast a long shadow under the twilight sky. It would have been halfway fearsome if Basil hadnt fought a monster a hundred timesrger not so long ago. Who are you to challenge me? A dragonlord!
Basil held the dragons gaze. Are you good at math, handbag?
Math? The dragon snorted. What gibberish
Throughout all my school years, I disliked mathematics the most, Basil said, interrupting the reptiles answer. The chemistry and biology sses saved my grades. I never really believed in the power of math until the Apocalypse. Now I pray to Saint Hubert each night before sleep, so that he may bless me on the morrow.
What are you talking about? the dragon asked, utterly confused.
I inflict three times more damage with a spear like this one, Basil exined as he raised his halberd. And when Im in the air, this power is doubled. I have Perks that inflict triple-damage on dragons like yourself and ignore all your defensive Perks. Stop me if Im wrong, but the result should be eighteen. A minimum damage multiplier of eighteen.
Youre bluffing, the dragon insisted, though a brief sh of fear in his eyes betrayed his shaken confidence. He had gleaned part of Basils stats. Youre disguising your level. No way one of you monkeys is anywhere close to sixty.
I also have an additional thirty percent chance of inflicting critical hits with this weapon, and a teammate buffed my chances further, Basil continued his exnation. Thats another multiplier of three for a total of <em>fifty-four</em>. Add that to all the other buffs my team stacked on me, my high level, or the fact my halberd ignores half a targets defensive stats. When you take all of these elements into ount, Im pretty sure the final damage multiplier is in the three-digit range. And thats <em>before </em>I turn into a bear.
Basil raised his halberd, challenging the creature to battle.
So tell me, baby Smaug. Basil grinned wickedly. Who are <em>you </em>to challenge <em>me</em>?
The dragon answered with a roar and a breath of mighty mes.
A secondter, a sharp de severed his head from his body.<blockquote>Supereffective hit!</blockquote>
The hastened Basil had leaped across the street in a blink before the monster even finished exhaling. The beheaded corpse loudly fell behind him, in in a single blow.
Basil had defeated the dragon with <em>logic</em>.
Guess it was too early to teach you multiplication, he mused as explosions rocked the district. Bombs fell from high above while twilight-powered beams and artillery shells flew from the other shore. I suppose I should start with the basics.
He charged into the fray and at the closest gearsmen.
Subtractions!