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Chapter 548 - Heart of the legion pt4
🕑 Added 2020-06-02 05:20:58 +0000 UTCLast stop with the Legion then back to the colony.
Donnelan and Myrrin struggled to breathe. They huddled together in a vain attempt to ward of the suffocating waves of pressure that eminated from the legionaries around them. There didn't seem to be a single guard standing at their post, or official running messages, who didn't seem as though they were a high level powerhouse with the stats of a top level delver. The two young legionaries felt as small as mice clinging to a toothpick in an ocean storm as they trailed in their commander's wake, desperately struggling not to succumb. For his part, Titus didn't appear to notice their plight. After they were allowed entrance through the yawning gate of the Iron Mountain they hastily made their way inside to find the interior bedecked in breathtaking marble, the wide open halls lined with incredible, life-like statues of long passed legionaries. The commanders steps only lengthened as he moved from place to place, giving his name at each checkpoint they crossed and gradually penetrating deeper into the heart of the fortress.
It took hours and by the end, Mirryn's head was spinning. She couldn't say where they were, who'd they'd met, or even why they were there anymore. Every time they moved from one chamber into the next, the strength of the legionaries on guard seemed to leap to a new tier. The soldiers standing on guard next to her were resplendent in the most impressive Legion armour that she'd ever seen. Trimmed in gold, the living rock plates wreathed precious metals and alive with veins of fire mana that seeped heat into the air as it trickled through the stone. She wasn't even able to look the man in the eye, and when she snuck a glance at Donnelan next to her, she found he was sweating profusely and shaking in his seat.
For goodness sake, commander! Why did you have to bring us with you?!
Oblivious to her suffering, Titus was talking quietly with an armoured official outside a grand set of double doors. The doors themselves were elaborately carved and decorated, set into an archway that extended fifteen metres high. A full squad of ten legionaries stood guard in formation outside the door, their dominant auras unrestrained, flooding the room with their thirst for battle. After a few moments, the official stepped through the cavernous door, leaving Titus by himself. He gazed at the door in silence before he turned back to his two, cowering young legionaries. He clicked his tongue before walking over and clapping them on the shoulder.
"Come one now, young ones. You need to show a little more mettle that this. Don't embarrass our legion."
The two of them stopped trembling and looked up at him, eyes filled with a kindling resolve.
"Don't forget," he said, "it's going to be way worse on the other side of the door."
He gave both of them a squeeze on the shoulder with his sausage fingered hands before he turned to walk back to the door, never noticing the crumbling confidence he left behind.
"I don't want to be here anymore," Donnelan moaned under his breath. "I curse the day I ever got curious about the inside of the Iron Mountain."
"Y-you're g-going to meet the c-consul! A-aren't you excited?"
"You're stuttering. I'm sweating like I've spent a day doing drills in amour. This isn't looking good."
"I-if I pass out in f-front of the consul, will I b-be discharged?" Myrrin whispered, horrified.
"Of course not. The commander will just hate you forever."
"Nooooo."
When the official stepped back through the oversized doors, they both jumped in their seats and shut their mouths, staring straight ahead. Titus exchanged a few short words before he returned to them.
"We're up. Step quickly, we don't get much of her time."
So saying he brushed down the shoulders of their uniforms with his palms as if they were unruly children before grabbing each of them by the arms and straightening their posture.
"It's going to be tough in there, show me what you're made of."
He shot each of them a hard stare, his cold blue eyes piercing through the mountainous pressure that suffocated them and stiffened their spines.
"Yes, commander!" Myrrin shouted unthinkingly and saluted him, Donnelan following suit a moment later.
A deafening silence fell in the chamber as the officials, guards and fellow waiting functionaries turned to stare at the young legionaries. The two of them froze in embarrassment, but Titus actually smiled. That rare sight was enough to focus the two and they followed at his heels as they walked up to the intimidating guards and that oversized door.
A little of the steel had leaked out of the guards as the trio walked through their ranks, the stiff youngsters trailing behind their stoic commander. They made a conscious effort to lighten the strength of their aura as they allowed them to walk through. Once they were gone, the guards resumed their full bore assault on everyone outside the door. Defending the consul was their responsibility and they would perform that duty to the death.
The moment Titus stepped through the door he felt a frozen air pierce straight through him to his bones. He braced himself against and allowed his eyes to take in this new room. The office of the consul was surprisingly small, given the door. The room was roughly ten metres wide, lined by columns decorated with mana infused gold, the stone itself seemed to glow with a soft metallic light. The ceiling was high, vaulted at the top with every inch carved with depictions of legion glory. There was the battle of Deep Field, the defeat of Galatrix, the siege at Crumbling Rock, each a legendary battle from the Rending. At the end of the room, a slight, dark haired woman sat behind a deep red, crystal desk. Every inch of the walls and floor was exposed, stone or metal, without any softening furnishes at all. She refused to use them. The room felt cold and unyielding, rigid and formal, much like the legion.
And though no expression showed on her face, she radiated an air that let Titus know she was absolutely furious.
He stepped quickly through the door to allow his dual shields to step through, wide eyed as they stepped into the sparse office and he immediately felt the pressure on him ease. He allowed himself to unknot just a little as he stepped toward the desk, his boots clacking on the polished stone floor until he stood before his wife and offered her his salute.
"Commander Titus Faronicus!" He announced himself.
Donnelan and Mirryn hastened to offer their own salute.
"Myrrin Smithson!"
"Donnelan Branger!"
Minerva shot Titus a brief glare before she stood to return their salute. Had the man gone soft? Bringing in these two to protect him from her wrath?!
"Welcome to the office of the consul, legionaries. Be at ease."
Almost unconsciously she appraised the two young soldiers in front of her. Lirian stock, young and only recently promoted, she judged. She watched as they strove to maintain their cool and decided that Titus had trained them well. As he usually did.
"What happened to Liria was a tragedy, and a failure of the Abyssal Legion. Would you not agree, Titus?"
Titus stifled a wince, the lack of title was a warning sign.
"It was," he agreed, not breaking his posture. "The legion garrison was barely able to maintain the bulwark during the wave. We were totally unable to prevent what occurred on the surface."
"I know," Minerva nodded, then sighed. "We wanted to divert reinforcements, but the wave put pressure on us everywhere. If I'd had double the reserves we still may not have been able to relieve Liria. Please, allow me to extend an apology to you, children of that kingdom and loyal soldiers of our legion."
Myrrin and Donnelan stiffened in place before they wordlessly saluted once more, unable to speak. The destruction of their homeland had cut deeply, even though they had fought as hard as they could in the depths to defend it.
She stood from behind her desk and walked around it to face her husband and his "shields". She was dressed in regulation legion leathers, with solid boots on her feet and her well-toned arms free, as if she expected to swing a weapon at any moment. Her short, cropped hair seemed to bristle as she glared anew at Titus, her eyes very reminiscent of her daughter's.
"Don't think that bringing these two is going to save you, Titus!"
With no warning, she blurred in place, appearing directly in front of the commander, her fist sank deep into his stomach.
"Where is Morrelia?! Do you think I wouldn't know she was here?!"
To his credit, Titus straightened instantly, no sign of pain showing on his face.
"She went straight to the Temple after she arrived, she hadn't changed her class yet."
"She couldn't drop by on the way?"
"That was up to her."
"You couldn't make her?"
"I chose not to."
BAM!
Another brutal fist to the gut, this time sending the commander sliding back three metres, his boots screeching on the marble floor. He straightened once more, his face still placid.
"When you accepted a term as consul, raising the children was my responsibility. That's what we agreed."
Minerva stared hard at him before she nodded.
"That's true. Only a few more months and I'll be free of this blasted office."
She idly shook her wrist as she looked at her husband's stomach.
"Have you levelled up a few times?" she asked.
"Three times," he admitted.
She frowned.
"Defensive skills?"
"Iron skin."
"That makes sense. You've definitely toughened up."
"Lucky me," he said wryly.
His wife had always had a temper, much like his daughter. Being separated from her family had only sharpened it. Her guilt at not being with them when Romanus died fuelled much of her anger. Once she had accepted the post of consul, she was duty-bound to remain for the full, ten year term.
"I know why you're here. You want me to reform your legion and get you back out into the fight, and you want to take Morrelia with you. Am I right?"
"Yes, consul."
Minerva leaned back against the hard crystal of her desk.
"We're being pressed everywhere, even now. Mana levels haven't fallen like they should after the wave and some outposts in the deep are reporting they might be on the rise again. Things aren't right out there Titus."
"All the more reason to have good legionaries in the field."
"Hmm."
She looked at him steadily.
"It might be you're lucky day. We had a report come in from the Empire of Stone. Ants. They appear to have made their nest somewhere beneath where Liria once stood."
Titus' eyes narrowed.
"I did report that an ant nest had been located."
"But there wasn't the capacity to deal with it right away. It was a problem we'd assumed we could put off for a time, perhaps the wave might have killed the colony off. Now it seems they're raiding locations more than a hundred kilometres away. Your legion will be reformed and you'll get your new recruits. Head back to Liria and clean up this infestation, then return. We'll have need of you down here before long."
Titus nodded, his face serious. Ants were always a problem.
"Understood, Consul." He turned to leave.
"Not so fast," Minerva cut him off. "You two head outside. I need to have a … private word with my husband."
Titus felt a heat rise in his chest. This damned woman.
Comments
Zeit Haere
How annoying. Now they have to fight this idiots again.
Melancholyforus
Why does everybody forget they let an entire kingdom of humans die just to satisfy their selfish greed (I view the legionaries as a manifestation of human kinds willingness to incur or cause tragedy because of greed (even sacrifice their bodies for their thirst for power) while the ants are a manifestation of a humans selflessness to the point of sacrifice)
Lee Ortiz
Fan theory, but I'm pretty sure at some point they find out some faction in the legion is dirty and all that my only reason to believe this is the itch Anthony feels when he evolves could be similar to the pure mana bath they take and it turns out none lethal the whole time, causing the legion to hold of at some point on focusing on the colony because lets face it they ant losing to no axe wielder.
Tomer Yud
from now on they are called the stone idiots lol
Runaway_Cactuar
Not like they'll catch the Ants off guard- they were already prepping for war against the stone idiots.
N0T0B0K
Morrelia is going to join Titus, Titus is asking for support from his wife, Exposition on the main legion city (from what I can tell), the Legion knows of the ants and there will be action against them by Titus's forces.
Mr.Hit
Can anyone just give me a quick summery of the last 4 chapters cuz i might have skipped them all.
Macronomicon
I'm sure they'll find out soon enough. That's part of the fun.
0xFFF1
They didn't get word that the ants had their queen modified by a reincarnator so that the ants were individually intelligent? Did only the cult of the worm have enough context to figure that out?
Marter
Oh no😱 what is anthony to do against this new ant-agonist
Derar
Well Anthony apparently will have company over 🐜⚔
Daniel S
Great chapter! Loved the little legion back and forth. Think I'll be discharged if I faint? Nah commander will just hate you forever. Nooooo! Fricken great I was dying.
Cole Honeck
Oh boy, the legion is coming!!!!!
Andrew
Thank you!
Yeno Memevig
Gettin real!
