Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (top inspirational books .txt) 📗

just able to vector myself back and over it using my ring’s POSITION function to avoid getting beheaded.

BRAAAAAAP!

A storm of blaster bolts from Lieutenant Mira’s blue Dragonfire splattered the giant red demon to a thousand red bits. More bolts from her roller chased away the white demon guardswomen on my tail without harming them.

“Mira to Crown! Keep your eyes where you’re going! I can’t be there every time!” Her blue mech’s plasma boots kicked into afterburner as she bulleted back toward another hot spot in the air near the outpost. There, she blasted a bunch of radiation-green demons engaging with nearby guardswomen.

“Thanks,” I grunted. “I owe you one!”

“You owe me twenty!” Mira laughed over comms.

“I guess you’re right,” I grumbled, feeling like an idiot.

What can I say? Other than fighting a few Terrorsaurs in the jungle yesterday — and basically getting my ass kicked — and playing countless hours of air and space combat simulator games, this was my first actual air combat and real lives were at stake, including mine. Let me tell you, it was nothing like playing the games. I was second guessing every decision I made, and with good reason. Real battles had a finality to them that video games lacked.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be dead before the day was over.

Someone shouted over comms, “The white CyberKnight took out another Hellstorm cannon!”

“There’s only one cannon left!” someone else shouted.

I spun around to see the white CyberKnight galloping past the now-writhing tentacle monster that had been a Hellstorm cannon only seconds ago. He didn’t notice me because I was one amongst hundreds of bodies zipping around the battle space.

Since extracting MASS hadn’t worked, I tried something different. Adding MASS. And I mean tons of mass. I pointed both hands at the galloping white horseman and thought, Ring! Cover him with a giant ball of osmium! It was the densest stable element and had a high melting point of 3,033 C. Good luck trying to cut or melt his way out of that.

To my amazement, as the white CyberKnight galloped through the air, my osmium sphere of bluish metal slowly expanded outward, centered near where he sat atop his robot steed. Within seconds it had expanded up to his neck and below the belly of his mechanized horse. It wasn’t long before they started to sink in the air. I continued pouring on the mass until the white CyberKnight and his horse were completely encased in a massive metal sphere. It was flying on a collision course with the perimeter wall surrounding the outpost.

For a second, I almost applied a vector arrow to lift the osmium sphere over the wall to save this section of it from certain destruction, but the thing about osmium was the incredible density. 22,587 kg per cubic meter. My sphere caging the white CyberKnight couldn’t be more than 6 meters in diameter, but that weighed in at almost 2,500,000 kilograms. That was a quarter of Titano’s estimated mass. It also meant that “conjuring” the osmium sphere had consumed a quarter of my available ring fuel, but the situation called for it.

What it didn’t call for was wasting more energy trying to stop the osmium wrecking ball from hitting the perimeter wall. That would be too costly in terms of ring fuel.

KOOM!

The sphere flattened the section of perimeter wall, tearing it off its foundation and yanking the two adjoining sections screaming with it as it slammed into the wide, red dirt clearing — outside the outpost, thankfully. It didn’t hit any buildings, but it hit the open ground damn hard.

BOOM!

The sphere gouged deeply into the red dirt and kicked up a huge cloud of red dirt clods. It hadn’t been going particularly fast, but it buried itself up to nearly 3/4th’s of its height before coming to rest at the end of a deep red-brown dirt trench.

Let the white CyberKnight try and use his magical lance to mutate his way out of that!

“Look out!” someone else shouted. “He’s right behind you!”

I glanced over just in time to see the red CyberKnight vaporize a small group of guardswomen who were firing on him in the distance. The guardswomen disappeared in a storm of triangles, scattered across spacetime for all eternity.

I grimaced in despair.

This battle was not going well for our team.

Not even close.

A second before I could attempt to cage the red CyberKnight in a second osmium sphere — debatable at this range — a cloud of red demons surrounded him and they swooped toward a nearby squadron of flying guardswomen and opened fire. Air Guard mechs streaked over to join the fray.

I wasn’t going to risk conjuring another osmium sphere from this distance, not with a chance of accidentally caging guardswomen or Air Guard mechs by mistake.

All around me, the air battle raged on, storming the skies above the outpost.

Guardswomen were dying despite my best efforts.

What was I going to do?

Even if I managed to cage the other three CyberKnights — and burn through most of my ring fuel in the process — there would still be a horde of space demons shooting and killing Royal Guardswomen.

I needed to come up with a more effective approach.

I was the one with the “magic” rings that could do the near-impossible. So far, it felt like I hadn’t done squat.

If I didn’t do something inspired to turn the tide in our favor, there was no telling how many guardswomen would die before the day was over, let alone the hour, or next minute. I hated to think. But I knew these women were risking their lives to save my ass. Most of them were women whose names I did not know, and might never if I didn’t act fast.

That left me with only one option.

Risk my life to save theirs.

I retracted my helmet and visor and jetted straight toward the Chaos Fold Gate.

“HEY, CYBERKNIGHTS!” I shouted with my amplified Wacken Voice. I stopped and hovered near the twirling, whirling triangles of the Chaos Gate. “WHICH OF