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"G-Gather as many as you can. Press back, back t-to the city." Richard rasped out.
'But Chosen, there are still many Samurai! They will be able to continue the offense if they regroup!'
The Chosen One shook his head.
"We'll... the Necrotowers... it won't m-matter."
He didn't bother to say another word, and the Warrior saw no reason to protest further. Regardless if there were Samurai or not still, it was time to profit. All the hard work would pay off here. Now everyone would get what they wanted by fulfilling the Dreaded Father's will.
For the Chosen, he felt that a world of the strong was nigh.
The Warriors and those left that they could drag back gathered and made towards a slow march back to Kloa.
...
ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FORTH HOUR OF CARNAGE.
TWO POINT NINE MILLION HAVE BEEN KILLED.
...
But, it was not the end of troubles. Not by a long shot.
When the Chosen arrived, the first thing he saw was one of the mighty Ogres being felled by one shot from a grey warrior's massive implement, something he carried easily, despite its size and heft. The sounds of continue fighting and struggles were heard throughout Kloa. A dropship hovered overhead, and the Chosen and his warband took cover in an alley.
Richard was stunned. He demanded to know what was going on.
'Samurai in the streets.' Answered a hiding Cultist slinking out, one that remained behind.
'They arrived in a split off force before the stars fell and shook the earth, and made link with the Wei. Now the Chemical Immortals and the Kloans are trying to clear the city of the rest of us. But that's not all. The grey warriors came back. They came back in force. I'd never seen soldiers so powerful... they wiped out most of us in the district we held. Now they're engaged with the Samurai and Wei too. Our monster can't turn the tide.'
'They're all trying to destroy our work. Our Necrotowers!' The Cultist swore.
