The Wraith Sovereign Returns to Conquer - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Chaos was the best cover a man could ask for. Axel would never suspect that the sudden zombie outbreak was something I had engineered from the ground up. Right now he was probably scrambling to hold his base together, barking orders at whatever garrison troops he had left. However, what they were facing was not just thousands of rabid zombies. They were facing me, a wraith master with nothing left to lose and everything to burn. "Master, high energy signatures ahead." The Hellfire Titan's rumbling voice echoed through my mind. I looked up.

A convoy of over a dozen armored vehicles had formed a defensive line across the main road. The man at the front was middle-aged and wore acolonel's uniform. His gaze was sharp and his composure was iron-steady even amidst the carnage. His name was Kirk Braddock, Axel's most trusted attack dog and one of the men who had personally ordered the soldiers to drag me out and feed me to the horde. "Run them over," I said. "As you command, Master." The Hellfire Titan let out a roar and broke into a charge, barreling down the road like a runaway freight truck aimed straight at the convoy. "Open fire!

Blow that thing to pieces!" Kirk's face twisted the instant he saw the towering wraith bearing down on him, and his voice cracked raw as he screamed the order. Heavy machine guns spat fire, grenade launchers barked, and a wall of ordnance slammed into the Hellfire Titan from every angle. None of it mattered. Rounds that could have shredded steel struck its body of pure resentment and did nothing but ripple through it in bursts of black light. There was no real damage, not even close. Wraiths were immune to physical attacks.

Kirk and every soldier in the convoy watched in open horror as the Hellfire Titan plowed straight into the line of vehicles. Armored trucks flew like toys. They were flipped, crumpled, and flattened under the Hellfire Titan's stride, and the soldiers inside didn't even have time to scream before their steel fortresses folded in on them and became scrap. Kirk was a B-class agility-type ability user, and at the last possible second he threw himself clear of his vehicle and hit the ground running.

He barely found his footing before three Specter wraiths materialized around him like ghosts, each holding a resentment -forged blade. Three angles, three edges, and every direction he could have run was already sealed. "Who the hell are you people?" Kirk snarled, panic and fury evident in his expression. His body blurred into a streak of motion as he tried to break through. However, against wraiths that were built for coordinated combat, his speed meant nothing.