Chapter 92: Man vs Homeland

Chapter 92: Man vs Homeland

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, one last person arrived; a farmer. When God berated him for his lateness, 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 the land; 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 the land beyond the Danube River. Bulgaria!

Its a beautiful story, Boss, Bugsy said with tears in his eyes.

Is it a real one though? Plato asked mirthfully. Seems embellished to me.

It is true to me, and thats all that matters, Basil replied proudly. There are so many places Ill have to show you. Rila, 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 plan of action now? This river is far too large 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 few large enough to let the Steamobile ride on it. Afterwards, well go to my hometown of Varna. The Unity attacked it according to General Leblanc, so we can expect resistance on the way.

Varna was also his mothers last 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 Kill Bill look tame.

Well move in attack formation, Basil decided. Vasi, Kalki, and Garud scout ahead. Plato 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 relatively 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 explained with a proud smile. It allows you to cast the Hasten spell on yourself three times per day before a recharge. It should come 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 adorably competitive 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 explained. And guess what? They managed to find what I was looking for.

Are you offering me an alliance ring? Vasi chuckled coyly. Has our relationship 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 his ladys command; 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. 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? It will be uncomfortable 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 uncommon 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 popular in Bulgaria.

Vasi raised an eyebrow. Why is that?

One of our most reviled figures is Basil II of Constantinople, nicknamed the Bulgar Slayer. You dont get a nickname like that 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 some 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.

Unity GearsmanLevel 13 [Artificial].Faction: Unity.Unity Gearsman Mk IIILevel 20 [Artificial].Faction: Unity.

Slaves.

The Unity had enslaved his countrymen.

Kalki took it as an invitation to elaborate. These people were under armed escort and collared. I could only get a glimpse of them, but they had Crafter classes from what I gathered.

People get in, gearsmen come out, Garud added. Aint too hard to guess whats happening.

The Unity was using enslaved 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 fight later.

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, Plato 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 alarm 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 place 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 have large 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 their communications.

A targeted blitz? The idea appealed to Basil. Lets do that. Plato, 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 plan. They buffed, as they always did before battle. Vasi carried Plato 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 flew.

He leaped once in midair, then twice, then thrice as if the clouds were solid ground. It reminded him so much of platformers like Metroid, except he could feel the wind blowing against his armor, the air pressure, the disgusting smell of toxic fumes coming from the Unity factories. The experience was exhilarating 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 homeland 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 the landing. Its metal frame crumbled under the weight of Basils feet, of his power. Gears and bolts flew all over the concrete street.

Basil had landed in the shadow of a factory overseeing the Danube River. His arrival was met with screeching alarm 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 beast land 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 claws sharp enough to cut through anything. The creature glared at him with vicious yellow eyes.

Here came the A-material. Basil gave it a passing look.

Roarwing, Bishop-Rank CommanderLevel 45 [Dragon/Avian]Faction: Unity (Sector 7)

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 times larger 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 classes 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 explained 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 flash 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 explanation. Thats another multiplier of three for a total of fifty-four. 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 account, Im pretty sure the final damage multiplier is in the three-digit range. And thats before I turn into a bear.

Basil raised his halberd, challenging the creature to battle.

So tell me, baby Smaug. Basil grinned wickedly. Who are you to challenge me?

The dragon answered with a roar and a breath of mighty flames.

A second later, a sharp blade severed his head from his body.

Supereffective hit!

The hastened Basil had leaped across the street in a blink before the monster even finished exhaling. The beheaded corpse loudly fell behind him, slain in a single blow.

Basil had defeated the dragon with logic.

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!