Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king

"Hmm, Strong" Guilliman muttered looking down at the corpse of a mangled up reptile laying dead before ghosts feet.

The inhabitants of the mountain area seemed to be stronger than he thought. Even with his Wanning beast Descendants he was only able to kill them after much effort.

"Plus…those horns….they are bronze" Guilliman muttered. He knew a few things about what happened 200 years ago. Since the Ravens lord was trying to fuse with Thane, his souls memories were preview to him, though not everything Guilliman could easily recognize something about these beasts.

Their thick muscles, tough scales and most especially those horns were an indicator that these things had a common ancestor.

If Guilliman was right, the things crowding the mountains were descendants of the three great abomination too.

"Hmm" Guilliman raised his hand which held tightly to a spear and wiped his face from the blood dripping all over him.

"This is going to be harder than I thought" guilliman mused, then with a wave of his hand the Wanning beasts around him dissipated as Guilliman turned to leave.

While he moved away, the complete view of the battle fields came into prospect. A gruesome sight, dozens of mutilated bodies laid on the ground scattered around in their own bloody pools.

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"This is the fastest route to the mountain…but it's still flooded, I don't think we can pass through it easily" In a bustling camp inside a tent illuminated by the fire from outside, a bunch of slayers could be seen standing around a massive war table.

"Fast isn't always best, the hallowed beast must have already spotted us by now. It's more sane for us to consolidate our power while pushing forward, no unnesscary risks" another voice resounded pointing out another path on the map on the war table.

They were finally back on track to clearing this gate, everyone that needed to be here was here, they only needed to keep them alive till they got to the beast.

This required those capable of killimg the damn thing to be alive.

"You're speaking with the preconceived notion that the beast isn't close to becoming an abomination, if that's the case then fine, but if we delay even by a day…we might just be walking to our deaths" the original retorted.

Dorn, he was more concerned about finishing the mission as fast as he could rather than keeping everyone safe. In fact, no one in this tent truly cared about the death toll, they just wanted the glory of killing the hallowed beast.

That included Logan who had opposite views from him.

"Even if we get there faster, what makes you think the beast hasn't already evolved? Would it be better to face an abomination ranked monster with a weaker force?" Logan asked mockingly.

Truthfully, they were in the dark about a lot, the hallowed beast might already be on the march to the gate for all they knew. It was frustrating.

As the two sets of opinions were being argued inside the tent, all of a sudden, a hand slipped through the tent's opening and parted it.

All of a sudden, a figure entered the tent from the back causing the room to pause and look over.

Infront of them was a young man with black hair and a strange set of black amour that looked more like fabric than anything, it shrouded his body in a floating darkness the semblance of a cloak.

Seeing the gaze of everyone in the room on him, the young man walked towards the war table and dropped a dagger on the edge.

The majority of slayers in weren't aware, but Guilliman was the new controller of the fog. He had fought and apparently killed Thane and taken control of it.

And although there was a bit of a strange air around this fact, after all, Thane was a Blacksteel. However, what could they realistically say? Without him the mission would competely fail.

"This path, we will take this path" raising his hand up, guilliman pointed to a particular section of the map infront of them.

Dorns eyes panned from Guillimans figure to where he pointed to on the map. At first it looked normal, but a second later Dorns face twisted into a contorted grimace.

That was a danger zone

When the Blacksteels came here to find the hallowed beasts all those years ago? They had been stuck in a danger zone for a long period of time.

Most of the time infact.

These danger zones were theming with horrid beasts that could only cause them shivers. They seemed to be some sort of breeding ground for different variants of beasts.

When they were there, they lost a lot of lives, forcing them to split into several groups just to have a chance of survival.

Those who made it out were the ones that stood before them today.

"Hmm, you've not really been here for the Breifings so

I understand. That's a danger zone, we can't pass through that with such a large army. We would be mauled to death otherwise" Dorn explained.

The leaders of the three clans who presided in the tent all nodded one after the other. They weren't exactly there, but why would dorn lie? They didn't want to enter a death trap for no reason.

"I understand very well, that's the fastest route…as for deaths, don't worry about them too much. It's only natural" Guilliman spoke with an imposing authority sending out chills to everyone there.

They weren't afraid of him or anything, but those words came with a sort of audacity that normally would cause them to fly into a rage.

But could they realistically do that with Guilliman?

"This…don't be stubborn kid, fast is not always right!!" dorn retorted forgetting the fact that he was just now supporting them moving fast.

The route Guilliman had chosen was just too much.

"Listen, I didn't come here to argue, if I'm correct and we aren't at the doorstep of that thing by tomorrow, we are all dead. Unless you think your three clans are capable of doing this yourselves, prepare your men. The fog leaves tomorrow" Guilliman didn't argue, he looked rather adamant as his mind was made up.

Taking the danger zone was advantageous to them, it was a breeding ground for monsters, the fog from his calculations was just about strong enough to destroy this danger zone on its own.

The slayers from the three clans would be a huge boost, but he could as well do it on his own. However there wasn't enough time. The hoards were on the move, he could feel it.

The hallowed beast was about to evolve.

"Shit!!" Watching guilliman leave, Dorn smashed his hand against the war table in annoyance.

Why did the fog keep ending up in the hands of arrogant bastards?

"What do we do?" One of the Blacksteels asked patting dorn on the back.

He could sense the frustration in the room, just when they thought the fog had fallen into the hands of someone mildly tolerable, he turned around and did this.

It was really annoying.

"What can we do? We'll follow him from behind, we will watch how it's going and if it's in his favor we will follow" Dorn dispite his double faced nature was actually a good leader.

If guilliman was confident he had to prove where it came from, if the fog could really tear a path through the danger zone then they wouldn't mind joining him.

The next day

The entire camp was uprooted as the slayer army and the fog joined hands together and moved past the ridge and into the hallowed beasts territory.

Then they took a beeline through the murky landscape and climbed atop a hill leading into a massive valley compression.

The compression had several rocky formations scattered throughout its landscape, it looked unnatural, and it in fact was.

These were breeding grounds for the beasts.

"Are you sure you want to join in?" Bartholds asked his voice filled with a tinge of concern.

"Hm? You can't have all the fun" a feminine voice resounded next to him as a young lady with silver hair and a bandaged neck spoke.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't call it fun" Barthold smiled weirdly, his gaze panning to where guilliman was standing.

Victoria had woken up around 2 hours ago and was randomly iching for a fight. However, no one seemed ready to stop her, especially Guilliman, he seemed to be avoiding her like the plague.

"It's starting, let's go" Barthold felt the fog behind them churn as it's slowly moved forward. At that time, he too made his way forward his shield bared infront.

Most of the slayers who weren't affiliated with the three clans were just right behind Victorias cohort, that included Cyrus and his men, Thanes loyalists and some random slayers who felt brave.

This felt a bit off, but Guilliman fanned it as strategy so no one really questioned him.

Soon, the first rock fell from the rocky formations, as slowly the monsters in them started to shake.