Marvel: Impregnation System-Chapter 185 - 175: Lady Roma Part 2

"Alright, hard way it is," Ricky muttered, making up his mind as he wasn't just going to raise the thirty guardsmen he'd already killed, he'd bring all fifty of them back as undead, then take Lady Roma hostage.

"Lady Roma, we will buy you time. You must use it!" the Guardsmen captain declared, turning toward Ricky, actually aware that he would soon end up killing them all.

"Y-You'll die-"

"IT'S AN HONOR!" the Guardsmen captain roared, charging toward his death as his fellow guardsmen pounded their chests.

"TO SERVE!" they all bellowed in unison, charging forward after their captain.

As fast as they had retreated, they now lunged toward their certain demise, and Ricky couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"YOU SHALL-"

"Oh, save the theatrics and just f*cking BRING IT!" Ricky laughed, cutting off any potential monologues from the charging guardsmen.

Without missing a beat, his ethereal arm reached into his own flesh, pulling out the Tungsten Blade and Venomous Fang Dagger.

With a sudden burst of motion, Ricky lunged forward to meet their charge head-on.

A sharp pain in his nose caused a steady trickle of blood to fall, the aftereffect of inhaling the Ebony Chalice's aura.

But he ignored it, realizing that focusing on the fading reality would only waste time as he was done messing around, he was going to kill them all.

While their mastery of the spear greatly outmatched his own swordsmanship, Ricky made up for it by thinking outside the box, using his barriers creatively to stay one step ahead.

"ARGH!" A guardsman grunted as his face slammed into a square barrier, placed just in time by Ricky.

Instead of using the barriers as a single shield, Ricky began to minimize them, creating immovable objects around the guardsmen, funneling them into a twisted maze and making their movements feel constricted.

SPLAT

With only Ricky able to see the path ahead, the guardsmen felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia in the open space.

They scrambled to block his relentless attacks but only felt cluttered together even when spaced apart all while each blow cut through their defenses with terrifying precision.

One by one, Ricky shredded through them, cutting them down with the precision and cruelty of a butcher carving through meat.

Each guardsmen that stepped into his path fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground like sacks of flesh, their lives snuffed out in an instant.

It was as if Ricky had become a blur of motion, a force of nature.

His once passive barriers morphed into offensive tools, slamming into the bodies of the guardsmen with bone-crushing force.

Each impact sent them stumbling, dazed and disoriented, as if the very air around them was weaponized by Ricky's will.

No longer relying on brute force alone, his abilities now danced in perfect harmony with the Ebony Blade.

The two became an inseparable force, cutting through the battlefield like a storm ripping through an open field.

Ricky moved effortlessly between the guardsmen, his blade slicing through their flesh with deadly precision, while his barriers pushed them back, breaking their attempts to counterattack and regroup.

They were trapped in his relentless assault, funneling into a one-sided slaughter.

Where once Ricky might have relied solely on his blade, now this new understanding of his barriers amplified each strike, turning them into devastating weapons in their own right.

The more he used his power, the more fierce he became and every movement, every slash, felt more brutal, more fluid, as if he was feeding off the very chaos he created.

The Ebony Blade, too, responded, its hunger for destruction growing with each swing, as if it thrived on the bloodshed and violence Ricky unleashed against this woman that dared compare it to Excalibur.

"YES, RICKY! DESTROY HER ARMY! MAKE HER PAY FOR HER WORDS!" The voice of the blade roared in his mind, its fervor growing with every enemy he cut down.

It bounced in excitement, urging him onward as Ricky carved through the guards, his siblings standing off to the side, their gazes weirded out except the Ebony Chalice who was excited watching the show throughout the spectrum.

"DESTROY EVERYTHING SHE LOVES!" The Ebony Blade's fury was deafening, its anger at Lady Roma's words pushing Ricky forward, the desire for vengeance now an unstoppable force.

Amidst the carnage, Lady Roma's voice broke through the madness, a quiet mutter under her breath.

Slowly, she raised her hands, palms open as if offering a prayer to the heavens, or perhaps something darker.

A pulse of energy surged from her, and behind them, a blinding light erupted with an otherworldly force, crackling through the air like a divine judgment.

The light felt like a tangible force, reverberating across the battlefield, its power undeniable.

The remaining guardsmen understood the gravity of the situation and instead of retreating, they charged at Ricky together, knowing they would fall before him.

Their resolve was clear and they were willing to sacrifice everything to protect their cause, even their lives.

They knew this was the crucial moment of the spell, and without hesitation, they threw themselves in front of Ricky, blocking his line of sight to Lady Roma while willingly throwing themselves towards the slaughter.

Their bodies fell one after another, blood pouring from their wounds as they piled upon each other in a desperate attempt to shield her from his fury.

The guardsmen captain, the last one standing, threw himself forward, aiming to halt Ricky's strike.

The ebony blade pierced into his stomach but instead of finishing the swing, the captain forced Ricky's arm to stay steady, his muscles trembling as he anchored the blade downward, marking this moment as his final act of defiance.

"What the fu-" Ricky muttered, stunned, as he watched the captain impale himself on the sword.

But before he could process what was happening, he was interrupted by the most beautiful light he'd ever seen.

Lady Roma, her hands raised high, held the light in the air as it radiated pure white beams, blinding in its brilliance.

The guardsman captain, desperate to stop Ricky, struggled in vain, but before he could react, Ricky's ethereal arms lunged at him like the pincers of a scorpion, striking with deadly precision.

SPLAT

The guardsman captain's eyes widened in terror as the Tungsten Blade and dagger tore into his flesh, slicing him clean in two. Blood sprayed, but despite the agony, a twisted smile curled on his lips.

As the life drained from him, he heard faint, echoing words in his mind, words that gave him a strange sense of peace in his final moments.

"Celestial Art: Dying Star!" Lady Roma's voice echoed, her spell coming to life with a surge of energy that sent a chilling wave through the air.

Ricky's danger sense, which had remained eerily quiet until now, screamed in his mind the moment he locked eyes with the spell.

But instead of immediately countering, instead of forming a barrier to crush the spell in its tracks, Ricky found himself gripped by something different.

A surge of anticipation flooded through him as he didn't want to just stop it, he wanted to push himself.

For the first time, Ricky felt a rush of excitement at the thought of testing the limits of his power.

This wasn't about simple survival, he wanted to see just how far his enhanced barriers could stretch, how far he could push them before they broke.

Even with Chastiefol looming behind Lady Roma, a threat like no other, Ricky's mind was locked on one thing: his barrier.

This was his first power, the one he had taken for granted for so long, and now, it was time to see if it could stand up to the challenge.

He felt the weight of the moment, a mix of determination and thrill, he didn't just want to win, he wanted to improve.

The Dying Star, its immense power funneling a stream of danger directly into Ricky's mind, began to rise from Lady Roma's outstretched hands.

It was breathtaking, magnificent, like a distant star twinkling in the night sky, before it suddenly imploded on itself.

For a fleeting moment, space itself seemed to twist, contorting as if the fabric of reality was bending under the spell's weight.

Then, without warning, that twisted energy exploded outward, sending the full force of the Dying Star surging toward Ricky.

The air around him crackled, the white-hot light searing everything in its path as the intensity was unimaginable as the energy cascaded down on Ricky like a divine torrent.

Blood trickled down his nose and eyes, his body feeling like it was being torn apart by the overwhelming purity of the spell.

But still, he pushed forward, forcing his green barrier to expand, meeting the overwhelming light with all his might.

"COME ON!" Ricky's roar ripped through the chaos, his own energy surging to meet the blinding purity of the Dying Star.

His green aura clashed with the white light, an animalistic force fighting against a godly one, as the two powers collided, their energies rippling out in a violent shockwave.

THOOOOOOOOOOM

The collision of the two energies unleashed a shockwave so powerful it sent Lady Roma flying backward like a ragdoll.

She tumbled through the air, crashing violently into the ground, her body skidding to a halt.

Dazed, Lady Roma slowly lifted her head, her eyes scanning the wasteland before her.

Her breath hitched as she searched desperately, but there was no sign of Ricky as her eyes stung with the realization of her victory, yet it came at a brutal cost.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry~" Lady Roma cried, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

She wasn't celebrating her victory; instead, she was consumed by a deep sorrow, mourning the heavy cost of it all.

So many had sacrificed for this moment, and now, as she gazed at the aftermath, she wished more than anything that it hadn't come to this, that she hadn't needed to give up so much to stop it.

She gripped the ground beneath her, the weight of her loss anchoring her in place as the tears sprinkled onto the ground beneath her.

"I'm sorry-"

'HOW DARE YOU USE MY POWER!'

"Relax~" Ricky's breath heaved as he stood, his voice cutting through the tension and Lady Roma, once overcome with sorrow, froze in an instant.

'YOU USED MY NOBLE BLOCKING POWER TO-'

"Oh, stop your damn whining." Ricky interrupted, his tone sharp and dismissive, sounding out in the billowing heep of smoke.

"I said I wouldn't use you against Merlyn, not his asshole of a daughter." Ricky sighed, signaling that he was, in fact, very much alive, despite what she might have believed.

The spell of the dying star had scorched the very earth around Ricky, reducing the ground beneath him to ash.

The patch he had been standing on melted away, leaving him perched atop a small, dirt pedestal in the midst of a vast, charred crater.

Ricky, to his own surprise, felt like he could have endured it but when the two energies collided in an explosion of power, his barrier faltered, and he was forced to use the Ebony Shield to shield himself from the full force of the blast.

Smoke billowed from the crater, curling up into the air and to Lady Roma's horror, Ricky emerged, virtually unscathed.

The only real sign of damage was the black blood dripping from his eye and nose, which he wiped away with a swipe of his sleeve.

"H-How-" Lady Roma stuttered, her voice faltering as Ricky flicked his hand towards her.

In an instant, Chastiefol's first form materialized, its massive green limbs wrapping around her with terrifying speed.

Before she could react, all four of her limbs were seized by the enchanted weapon's physical form of a teddy bear, holding her in place as she struggled violently.

"No, NO! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?!" Lady Roma screamed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

She strained against the grip, but Ricky remained calm, flicking some dust off his shoulder nonchalantly, as if unaffected by everything that had just transpired.

"I'll give it to you, those spells trump Dracula's, but you're gonna need a little more kick at the end to really kill me," Ricky lectured, stepping closer to Lady Roma as he dismissed the fight as he wasn't interested in continuing, he was done with her.

"You're not the man I thought you were." Lady Roma cried, her tone dejected at the mere thought that Ricky could be a hero.

"You ain't the first chick to ever tell me that." Ricky said, shrugging at her misplaced trust as he turned his back to her.

"And you won't be the last." Ricky muttered as his gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the devastation he had caused, a disappointed frown tugging at his lips.

It wasn't because he regretted the carnage, no. It was the stark absence of one particular being that gnawed at him.

Something, or someone, was missing from the chaos.

"Man, Alexander would've loved this." Ricky sighed, scratched the back of his neck while sheathing the Ebony Blade who watched Lady Roma start to sob with a contentful smile.

Morgana stood in the background, her lips curling into a dreamy smile as she watched Ricky.

Her claim to the throne was materializing before her eyes in the form of the man she had obsessively admired.

As Ricky turned to her, his cocky grin meeting her gaze, she couldn't help but bask in the moment.

"What'd you think of that?" Ricky asked, winking at her and flexing his arm as he knew it was cheesy, but he didn't care, he was enjoying the moment.

"10/10, you were marvelous," Morgana replied, her voice dripping with admiration but it was impossible to tell if it was genuine or fake.

"You know how I do," Ricky laughed, slicking his hair back, clearly pleased by the compliment.

Meanwhile, Merlyn stood in the background, his eyes burning with rage as he watched Ricky through his crystal, still in the midst of his little celebratory dance.

The old man's fingers gripped the wooden table with such force that his knuckles turned white with fury.

Despite the fire building within him, he remained seated, his eyes narrowing into daggers as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Then, Morgana slowly turned toward the crystal ball, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She seemed to peer through it, recognizing something, before swiping her hand through the air.

BAM

Lady Roma's head jerked to the side, a powerful force slamming against her cheek.

She crumpled unconscious, still maintaining direct eye contact with Merlyn through the crystal ball and Morgana waved at him with a mocking smirk before snapping her fingers.

Snap

The crystal ball dimmed, and Merlyn's eyes clouded over, darkness swallowing them as Morgana's message became clear, she had his daughter.

The world around him seemed to vanish as the whites of his eyes seemed to be consumed by a void black.

Gazing towards the side, he saw the orb monitoring the chimera horde that, in his haste, split into almost a couple different waves before he turned back to the dimmed orb.

"Stupid girl," Merlyn muttered, his voice laced with an attempt at disdain but as the words left his mouth, he faltered, his eyes dropping in defeat.

There was no real anger in his tone, only the weight of something darker, something he couldn't quite name but only realized now.

"You stupid girl."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Morgana's laughter rang out from the terrace, her voice bright and unrestrained as Ricky stood frozen, eyes wide at the sight of the unconscious Lady Roma.

"Woah, chick fight," Ricky commented, turning toward Morgana, who was still laughing, a sense of therapeutic relief in her voice as she caught his gaze, pausing for a moment.

"What? I've got a lot of misplaced anger toward her father. Can you really blame me?" Morgana asked, tilting her head slightly, a playful spark in her eyes.

"Nah, I kinda understand," Ricky said, looking around as Morgana noticed it once again before leaning in closer.

Morgana noticed his distracted look, the way his attention shifted, and with a sly smile, she leaned in closer, sensing the subtle tension between them.

"Is something the matter? I thought you'd continue your cute little celebration~" Morgana teased slightly, watching Ricky unbothered as he shook his head.

"I'm just a little shocked Alexander didn't come running out here with that sh*tty donkey at the first signs of a battle."

Meanwhile In Castle Le Fey,

The ground trembled from the force of the battle outside, but instead of Alexander rushing toward it, he remained sulking, lost in thoughts of memories that hadn't haunted him in the same way until he first entered that valley.

Click

Click

Click

The sound of hooves echoed through the hall as the mighty steed, Bucephalus, slowly made his way toward Alexander, stopping before him.

"Do not look at me in such a way, Bucephalus." Alexander turned away, but the horse continued to gaze at him, unblinking, with a steady, knowing look, in that way.

"She's here, she's back." Alexander murmured the words that had tormented his thoughts, and Bucephalus slowly lowered his head, as if understanding exactly who he was speaking about.

"I thought-....I thought I could live a life without her intervention," Alexander continued, chuckling bitterly as if the idea was laughable from the start as his paws clenched together tightly.

"But it seems I was foolish to think so." Alexander's voice trailed off, eyes downcast in self-doubt.

"Maybe it was my hope, my dream, that I could escape the fates, but it seems history is doomed to repeat itself." Alexander's words hung in the air, heavy with resignation.

Bucephalus, in response, took a slow step forward and stared at him, his large eyes reflecting a strange, knowing intensity that made Alexander pause.

It was in that moment that a rising sensation stirred within his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time, weakness.

He slowly gripped the fur on his chest, his fingers digging into it as he realized the depth of it.

The weight of the weakness from his past had crept back into him, consuming him without warning, like a silent tide.

Bucephalus remained still, his silence as profound as ever.

But there was something in his unwavering gaze, something beyond just a look.

That stare spoke a thousand words of encouragement, a silent urging that rekindled the fire within Alexander's soul.

It was then that Alexander's desire to conquer surged once more, as if Bucephalus had reignited a spark long buried beneath the ashes of self-doubt.

To conquer that feeling, the feeling of being small, the crippling fear that had haunted him for so long, the same fear that had brought him to the brink of his own death.

Alexander's heart pounded as he straightened himself, finally embracing the strength he'd forgotten as his past would no longer define him because that's all it was, the past.

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Alexander would do what he has always done before, he would rise above it.

"You're right, what was I thinking?" Alexander slowly muttered, pushing himself to his feet. Bucephalus, with a quiet nod of approval, stood patiently beside him.

Without hesitation, Alexander rushed forward, leaping onto Bucephalus's back with practiced ease.

He settled into the saddle, a triumphant glint flashing in his eyes as he straightened himself.

"ONWARD, FOR I MUST ASSIST RICKY!" Alexander bellowed, his voice carrying across the vast castle grounds as Bucephalus responded with a fierce neigh, his muscles rippling with excitement.

"FOR OUTSIDE THESE WALLS STANDS A BATTLE, AND I, ALEXANDER THE GREAT, NEVER RUN AWAY FROM A FIGHT, UNLESS IT'S TO CATCH MY ENEMY OFF GUARD, THEN CHARGE RIGHT BACK IN!" Alexander words ignited Bucephalus's fury, the mighty steed stomping his hooves against the stone floor, shaking the ground beneath them. The sheer force of his stomps cracked the stone, the sound of it echoing like a thunderclap.

"CHARGE!"

BOOM

The walls of the castle couldn't withstand the might of Alexander's steed, Bucephalus, as the mighty horse charged forward, smashing through the barriers that dared to stand in his way.

With a powerful thrust, Bucephalus broke through the entrance, kicking up debris as he posed triumphantly at the opening as Alexander, feeling the momentum, scrambled up to the steed's snout.

"DO NOT FEAR RICKY, FOR I AM-......here?" Alexander roared, ready to charge into battle.

But his confidence faltered as he took in the scene before him: Ricky, casually tossing dead bodies of the guards into a pile, with Chuck and Boeny helping.

"You took too long, man. I already kicked ass," Ricky sighed, wiping his hands on his pants as he finished the last of the grim work.

"But I-.....I was having a moment of reflection." Alexander started, looking genuinely wronged that he missed an opportunity to fight in a glorious battle.

"Wait, woah, listen, they just showed up here and-"

"Oh, I see," Alexander muttered, plopping down on Bucephalus's snout as the horse glared at Ricky, showing the hatred for his rider.

"Oh come on Alexander, it ain't like that-"

"No, I understand," Alexander muttered, turning his head away. Bucephalus seemed to understand, and he began to walk off to the side.

"Come on, Alexander! ALEXANDER!" Ricky shouted, watching as the battle-hungry gerbil would go hungry this evening.

"F*ck," Ricky muttered, facepalming, remembering how he'd promised to fight alongside Alexander, but forgot literally everything when Lady Roma said she was the daughter of Merlyn.

"God dammit, get up."

DING

Author's Note: Just wanted to say that I'm gonna be shortening the words and prolonging the chaps for the specific reason that I'm just not really enjoying writing this story as I once did. Don't get me wrong it's fun but man it went from a hobby to a chore. I ain't gonna give it up cause I feel like it will be worthless since I invested all this time, pouring my hours into this f*cking story, just to quit and I feel like I've built a solid audience that just enjoys my writing and I don't wanna give that up either. But f**********ck I do not enjoy this sh*t the same way I used to. It's like i have to drag myself to my google doc and type away like I'm some slave. Ik that it's a bummer cause it's just way more satisfying to read all of it in one chap but it was either this or just quit. Honeslty, the real reason I'm still going cause of pure spite cause I feel like if I just drop it I'll be no better than the people who pissed me off to start writing in the first place. I'll also probs like put more chaps but the minium will be 4 and the max will be like everday, idk yet, I wanna try it out.

Author's Note 2: yall in novelkiss ain't gonna see it yet, this is like five chaps ahead and I ain't gonna be a douche and start breaking it up for you guys if I didn't for hte ones on patreon. I ain't a f*cking monster like some people.