Hellbound by Matt Turner

Author:Matt Turner [Turner, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-20T22:00:00+00:00

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The tightly packed hallways of the dungeon seemed to have been made with Simon in mind. The sheer numbers of the Praetorian Guard were more of a hinderance than a help, especially given their idiotic love for their precious ranged weapons. He rushed forward, the great sword in one hand, and hacked a dozen of them in half with one mighty swing. Their bullets cut into him, true, but he had known far greater pain, and the vast majority of their frantic fire only shredded into their own comrades.

He impaled a screaming soldier on his great sword, then used him as a makeshift shield as he rushed forward. A grenade landed at his feet, but Amaury was there to kick it away. It sailed over the heads of the front line of the enemy and exploded somewhere in their rear, sending body parts and scraps of masonry flying like shrapnel. The blood and gore spattered on the floor was so thick that Simon had to watch his step for fear of slipping. He let out a bellow of triumph as he hacked down man after man, easily slashing through their expensive armor.

“I am Lord Simon de Montfort!” he screamed as he punched a Praetorian in the face, reducing his skull to splinters with one blow. Beside him, Amaury used the confusion to bury a knife in the eyes of another soldier, wrenching a shotgun from the man’s grasp. “I am the Butcher of God! Come and die!”

“Flamethrower, ten meters!” Manto called out in warning.

Amaury calmly ignored the gunfire that lashed the walls around him, knelt, and took careful aim with the shotgun. He squeezed the trigger, and within the enemy’s ranks, an explosion of fire emerged.

Simon could see the fear in their eyes now; he could even taste it with each spray of blood that splashed over his face and onto his outstretched tongue. A stray bullet carved a furrow across his chest, but he paid no attention to it as he seized the man whose face he had shattered and hurled him headlong into the confused, panicking mass of the enemy. “Who’s next?” he screamed at them.

Before they could reply, Amaury raised his shotgun again and blasted away at the torches mounted on the walls. Darkness swept over the hallway, and the panicked enemy opened fire once more, but the illumination of their weapons only gave away their position. Simon did not need the light; he charged forward into the blackness. Bones and armor crunched with every swing of his sword. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to be blinded by the brief, frantic illuminations offered by the gunfire, and let out a mocking laugh as he carved through the enemy’s blind, terrified ranks like an Angel of Death. The screams of the wounded and their own deafening gunfire worked to his advantage even more; they could not see him, not hear him, until his blade had already torn them in half.

“FEAR ME!” he bellowed, drunk on his own power.

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