Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king

"Incoming Arial object"

At the top of a stone tower, an aged slayer with white spoke out in alarm as he pointed at a holographic picture of the sky.

"Hmm? Is it a beast?" Behind him, a man in a uniform asked looking at the screen with furrowed brows.

Even if they were having a bad month, seeing a flying creature so close to the syphoned gate was a strange occurrence. In fact, such had not happened for 2 years. Did something happen?

"Uhhh, it looks like a crow….." the man with white hair said calmly analyzing what was heading towards them.

"Crow? Ohh it's him, no need for alarm he will land before reaching the gate" hearing the description, the officer in charge seemed to realize something. "Still, keep a close eye on him until he lands, keep me posted"

"Will do" the man with white hair responded.

Meanwhile, in the sky not to far away from a structured base that spanned several kilometers, a figure in Blacksteel amour could be seen riding on the back of a crow beast.

The young man looked calm, the expression on his face neutral yet a tinge of exhaustion was painted all over his face.

"It's finally time" he muttered, patting on the back of the crow beast and causing it to gently glide downwards before landing safely on the ground.

As it did so, the young man got off its back and started walking toward the gate of the base while the crow beast behind it disintegrated into fine dust.

"State you name and provide documentation" a at the front gate said looking at the young man from behind a Metal door.

"Hm, Guilliman Naldir. Special unit commander code name: Vanguard. Here" The young man pulled back his hair and stretched his hand forward to present ID forward.

"Sir!!" After scrutinizing the documentation, the man behind the door froze in shock and saltuted promptly.

"At ease" Guilliman responded with a causal wave of his hand. There was not a lot he could do about the special treatment, even though it didn't state exactly what he did in the army, it showed that he was technically under one superior officer.

And that person….well was scary.

A few seconds later he was let through the gates and heading into the base on foot.

Three year, that's how long the war against the Trihorn creatures of the nightmare desert had been going on for. At first, the alliance thought it to be a mission that would take a few months, but after their first skirmish with these godforsaken creatures, they realized they were mistaken.

The original number of shelters participating doubled, more stricter rules and resources were pumped in from the strongholds to deal with the mess and before long it became a full blown war.

"Fragment bombs for sale, infused with the scales of a 4 Spiked Trihorn beast. Capable of killing everything in a 30 meter radius"

The Trihorn beasts in this desert were not just numerous, they were insanely hard to kill. New methods were developed slayers had no choice but to adapt, it was truly an eye opening experience.

Soon, Guilliman reached a small dojo in the western region of the camp where he walked in causally and walked towards a room.

He brought out a key and opened up the room before going right in and closing the doors.

"Home sweet home" Guilliman laughed bitterly as he looked around the small room.

Could this really be called a home? It was a run down make shift apartments in the middle of the desert.

Although the military had done a great job of fortifying the base beyond the Gate, they couldn't in all honesty build something that would last forever without terraforming the area.

This was quite hard, so the structures were built to be disassembled at anytime.

"Whatever" Guilliman threw his bag on the ground and walked into the room, he quickly took a bath washed himself and had a change of attire, something he hadn't done in months. After which he made a small bed and laid down on it.

"Three years" he muttered on the bed holding up a strange amulet.

In the three years he had participated in this war, a lot had happened. He had been tortured for weeks by the Blacksteel lord as he found a way to release the bound soul of his son from Guillimans control.

At first he thought he could revive him, but the more he learned the more he understood how that was impossible.

At the very end….he had no choice than to let it go and focus on other things.

He took Guilliman as a sword bearer taking him into the most dangerous reaches of the pyramids. There, he fought against unholy creature after unholy creature, placing Guillimans life on the line in hundreds of occasions.

It felt like, at some point that he wanted to kill him off indirectly. But he never succeeded in doing so….

Guilliman was just too tenacious.

"Tomorrow marks it…..it'll all be over" Guilliman smiled widely slowly falling into deep sleep in the dark gloomy room.

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The next morning,

Guilliman woke up after having the best night of sleep he had enjoyed in a long time. He felt his bones rejuvenated and his head much clearer than before.

He quickly rose from the bed and took a bath, grabbed a pack of military grade rations and ate a bowl of it mixed with water from the endless stream echo which contained an infinite amount of water.

After the meal, he rose from his feet and got dressed in a black military uniform fitted with several items of Blacksteel, a show of his faction.

"Time to be done with it" Guilliman muttered. Then with large strides exited the room.

This might be the last time he came here, he would either succeed or die today and that was something he was well aware of.