Quickly leaving Officer Davey and his men behind to tend to their less gravely injured brothers and man the city's only real entry point, my forces and I got on the largest road that ran through Undercity 7 and took off. As we were speeding along and keeping watch of the surrounding urban environment, I utilized my multiple thought processes, that had mostly been keeping an eye on the overall situation of the city, to see where my assistance was required most.
My family has already routed the Carven Family unit that was specifically sent after them, so I'll go annoy their main force and impede their movement as much and as safely as I can till Gramps and the boys arrive with the main reinforcements. I really should look into developing a faster means of transportation for my forces because the Buffaloes aren't really cutting it.
But that makes sense since they were never designed for rapid deployment of troops nor intended to be used for such a speedy task... Yeah, I'm going to have to come up with something, but I got my hands full at this moment, so I'll give this some further thought when I've finished resolving the chaos troubling my home city.
Once I added yet another task for myself to my ever growing and expanding list of things to do, I kept scanning my surroundings as my robots and I continued progressing in the direction of the Carven Family's main force. Intent on slowing them down and sowing chaos amongst their plentiful numbers, we moved at my slowest robot's max speed, which was 35 miles per hour for my Crusaders, and slowly but surely navigated our way through this high tech sci-fi concrete and metal jungle.
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After covering several miles on foot, I finally heard the sound of gunfire echoing from up ahead as the city's security forces finally began seriously clashing with that moron and his family's forces to impede their progress into the depths of the city.
Looks like the real action is finally beginning.
Still up to date on a majority of the movements across this city, thanks to my network of infected turrets and cameras, I ordered half my forces to circle around front and to take up positions on the opposite side of the street. The instant my loyal and completely fearless mechanical constructs began moving, I rang up Alice's father, who was the man both in charge of the city as well as the city's army and security forces, and relayed my plans.
"A pincer maneuver, huh... That's not a bad idea, Dom." My father-in-law said, clearly stewing over the plan I presented. "Alright, I'll go ahead and relay your plan to my forces. Do you have anything else to tell me before I cut the call?"
"Just that I think we should delay the Carven Family as much as we possibly can since I have an army of reinforcements en route consisting of thousands of robots plus gramps and the boys, which I'm sure you've been made aware of at this point." I replied, wishing to delay our real move until we had my entire force and its superior firepower there to back us up.
You never truly know what kind of shit will go down when things really pop off, so it's best to wait till our numbers are bolstered and our combat power far exceeds their own. I mean, why fight now when we can overwhelm them with superior might and take away even the remotest possibility of winning from them?
Wishing to remove any chance of losing from the equation, my first wife's dad replied. "I'm not offset by the idea of dragging things out, and yes, your father informed me you had a sizable amount of reinforcements on the way. Do you have an ETA of when your forces will arrive?"
"They're actually pulling up to the undercity's entrance as we speak, so I predict they'll reach us within 15 minutes at the most."
"The men and I on the ground should be able to easily hold out that long, so we'll keep them tied up till your reinforcements arrive to back us up. Don't end up getting yourself killed out there, son, otherwise Alice is going to kill me and send me off to join you."
"I'll try my best, father-in-law. Stay safe out there."
Ending the call there, my comparatively small split-up force quickly moved into position while the governor conjured and tossed level 2 flame spears with reckless abandon. Simultaneously, as that was occurring, his troops began pulling back slowly whilst occasionally firing bursts of suppressive fire over the streets to keep them busy and delay them as much as possible.
The fighting between them didn't go on for long and the second all of my robots had taken up their positions in the towering urban concrete towers; I found myself a nice covered position on the 5th floor of an office building that had been completely evacuated by the city's security personnel. I then approached the window and peered down at the damaged, cratered filled street covered with waves of enemies who attempted to avoid death as best they could as they continued pushing past corpses of ravaged residents and deceased military forces to the city center.
These fools have no idea that they're all unknowingly marching to their deaths and will soon be slaughtered and converted into experience points, which will empower me further and bring me ever closer to my still essentially insane goal of conquering this world and making it mine… It's honestly sad when you think about the gruesome fate that awaits them, but if it had been me in their shoes, they wouldn't have spared me nor anyone else a second thought when cutting us down.
So why should I show them, or anyone else for that matter, mercy when the same would not be shown to me... My past inaction has already resulted in the death of hundreds of good men at the minimum thus far and even more civilian deaths across the city at large, so I will not make the same mistake twice and let another preventable tragedy come to pass. This ruthless world is very unlike my original mostly peaceful world and practically runs on the law of the jungle, meaning the more ruthless and merciless I become, particularly to my enemies and those who show me even the most minute amount of hostility, the safer all those around me will become.
I didn't originally plan on becoming such a vicious demon-like figure years ago, but if that's what is required of me to accomplish what I desire to do and protect those who I care about, then I have no qualms about getting my hands dirty and dying myself crimson with the blood of my foes.
After stewing on my past mistakes once more and reaffirming my previous beliefs about how this world I've come to call home over the years truly works, especially when going up against a hostile power, I began deciding on the tool I would use to dispense my retribution and paint the streets blood red.
Alright, that's enough about that, time to decide on my tool of destruction... I suppose I could continue using my fully automatic grenade launcher and just lay waste to swaths of enemies. However, the streets and the surrounding scenery are already roughed up enough, so I would like to minimize any further damage to the local infrastructure as much as I can. This will all fall under my banner one day, so the less damage incurred by the city, the better.
My trusty Mulcher could handle the job just fine but this is going to be quite the extended and drawn out conflict, thus I'd be better off to go with something like my gatling laser Purge since it isn't constrained by my limited supply of ammunition. Yeah, it really is the most fitting weapon for such an extended conflict, so I'll go with that.
With my stewing completed and decision made all in the matter of a blink of an eye because of my increasingly powerful brain functions, I retrieved my heavy energy weapon, threw the power pack on my back, and gripped the six-barreled rotary laser weapon firmly. From there, I took aim at the unsuspecting Carven Family forces who had been baited into my pincer styled trap, spooled up my firearm's many barrels, and pressed the trigger of my unique gatling laser, Purge.
Right as I performed that action, one of my favorite weapons came alive and started firing pulse after pulse of laser fire. The heat of the bright red beams instantly burned right through the glass pane as if it were nonexistent before immediately arriving at my intended target and doing the same to some poor bastard's head.
That's the first one down.
I thought to myself as my first victim on this battlefield was left with a smoking charred black hole straight through the side of his temple that was rapidly expanding outward as more laser pulses followed up and pierced the now standing corpse that had yet to collapse to the scarred concrete streets.
Simultaneously, as I took my first shot, my robots and my autonomous vehicle, who had all been sitting in position, made their own moves. The few Crusaders I brought along stepped out from behind the buildings they were hiding behind and opened up with their dual FBGL-6 Gatling Lasers on the limited enemy troops they could see. While those hulking bipedal mechanical constructs were slaughtering dozens upon dozens of hostiles in a matter of seconds with only half of their true firepower, their towering and similarly bulky brethren, the Defenders, moved in under the cover of their overwhelming firepower.
Those armored, brutish machines swiftly closed the distance, and the moment they reached the corner of the buildings they jutted around, took aim at the Carven Family troops with their handy wrist-mounted Plasma Scorchers and unleashed waves of vivid green flames on the streets. Whilst the superheated flames were quickly devouring my enemies, the Defenders' shoulder-mounted PDB Laser Turrets were busy spewing bright red laser fire upon the forces in the distance and neutralizing the occasional incoming explosive.
At the same time that all that was occurring, the Multibots who were armed with all manner of armaments from FBARC Rifles and FBGL-6 Gatling Lasers to X-50 Anti-Material Rifles and FBPC-10 Plasma Cannons along with their various high-powered sidearms and belts of varying grenade types started unloading on the hostile forces from the nearby high-rises, office buildings, and street corners.
Because of their numbers and extremely powerful equipment, which was superior to the enemies that laid below, they were far outstripping me and the rest of the robots when it came to damage output and kill count. Even my Black Mamba combat chopper wasn't able to compete with their combat effectiveness, but that was mainly because it wasn't allowed to use its Swarmer-9 Missile Pods and had to utilize hit-and-run tactics to prevent itself from being damaged and possibly destroyed. If it had been allowed to activate its missile pods and dispense the hive cluster munitions it was loaded with, it would've been able to wipe out at least a couple hundred enemies in seconds, although that would've been a one and done sort of thing.
As I was transitioning from my first kill and beginning to pour an insane amount of laser fire on the Carven Family forces below and my own forces were combating the hostile troops on their sides, Alice's dad, the governor and his army noticed my move, so they responded in kind and joined the fray.
This is going to be one hell of a battle.
Practically grinning from ear to ear as my slaughterer aura continued to grow with each new kill my robots and I harvested and added to my kill count, I kept firing upon the surprised enemies that soon began returning fire.
Both unworried and unbothered due to my massive resistances, I remained composed and allowed myself to take on a sizable amount of aggro and become one of the main targets on the field, so my deadly machines could easily maneuver around and annihilate squads of them. My robots' programming was top of the line, so they didn't let this opportunity go to waste and moved from one fight to another, clearing out hostiles in bulk before pulling out under our cover fire and proceeding to the next opportunity.
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