Shattering Humanity-Chapter 320: Buzz: The Inventor Of The SunSwords & HeatHolsters

Chapter 320: Buzz: The Inventor Of The SunSwords & HeatHolsters

"To know the strong masculine principle, yet abide by the gentle female principle is like being the valley of the world where all rivers will flow into.

This is alike all virtue which will merge into the subtle Tao.

Being a valley of the world and not depart from the true nature, once can return to original pureness like an infant.

When one knows the white that is splendor, yet holds on to the black that is humble and lowly.

He can be a standard of the world.

Being a standard of the world and not deviate from true nature, one is able to return to the void

of Tao.

To know what is honor, yet abide by the dishonored, is like a valley of the world which is modest and humble.

Being the valley of the world makes possible the true virtue to be complete and sufficient.

And hence can return to simplicity.

When the nature of simplicity is being manifested, it results into various vessels.

And by applying the pure simplicity, a saint can master all things.

Hence, the Great Tao is a unified Oneness which cannot be separated apart." - Tao Te Ching Chapter 28

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Laban DaeMon: "I used to have a Homie who used to work on this thing all the time.

My girl, Buzz.

She used to make sure this tank was always ready to roll."

Saku: "...’Buzz’?

You never brought her up before. So what happened to her?"

Laban snaps out of her love and a look of sadness comes over her, recalling the memory.

Laban DaeMon: "She never returned.

I don’t know if she lied and betrayed me, or if she got eaten by a group of those aliens, but after a couple months, she never came back to Roronora.

...

To be real with you Saki, she was also the one who came up with the schematics to the original SunSwords and HeatHolsters."

Saku: "Wait, I never thought about that.

So this friend of yours, ’Buzz’, she was the original creator of Anti-Iceman Gear?!"

Smiling Laban nods at him then looks back at Abby the tank/elephant as she takes a drag.

After exhaling, she watches the smoke travel in the opposite direction as the falling SeiõrSnow.

Laban DaeMon: "Yea, she was pretty cool."

[Outside Erebus City]

Without a word, the cowboy closes his eyes and as soon as he opens them, something fires out from his right eye.

The wall of Seiõr protecting the two groups disappears and MamMon immediately appears to catch the mysterious projectile.

With her hand covered in the same purple Seiõr, a "bubble" of the equally mysterious energy surrounds the DæMon’s clenched hand.

After a few seconds of her examining her closed fist through the translucent energy, there is a muffled explosion and a thick cloud of grey smoke engulfs the inside of the Seiõr made bubble.

MamMon DæMon: "Explosive-Eye... Interesting...

These aliens never cease to amaze me with their use of Seiõr contorted towards their host’s interests previously before this apocalyptic life."

From behind everyone, Stephanie’s lime green eyes are dead locked, straight ahead.

Inside her own head, the whispers of multiple people can only be translated by the young woman in a horrific trance.

From inside one of the vehicles, a man in the driver’s seat chugs from his XXX jug and smiles.

Suddenly, he too hears whispers.

Driver: "What the-?"

From inside the closed windowed front seat, the man’s head explodes and splatters the entire inside of the car, making the two men in the back freak out until their heads too, pop like pimples. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With a truck full of his men dead, the unknowing, snickering cowyboy with the active IceEye walks away from his own uprgraded diesel truck.

In the truck full of drunkards, blasting music, to the right of the middlest cowboy, only one of the men witnesses what happens over the bed of the middle truck on the other side.

The wasted man rubs his eyes. The giggling stops and the sound of *POPS* happen around him.

It isn’t until the man gets splatted with blood from the passenger side of his own vehicle he realizes what’s going on...but it’s too late.

That remaining man tries to get out of the car in a panic but *POP* and his hand releases the handle lifelessly.

The southern style assailant, even though he fired something from his symbiote, his attached alien is still in the right side socket, the smokey grey aura fitting for the ability.

Knowing the situation is ultimately being taken care of by the out of control Stephanie, MamMon talks to the newest guests without looking at them.

MamMon DæMon: "So, you... ’Buzz’ was it?"

The smaller, petite girl known as Buzz turns around and wipes tears away with her forearm.

Buzz: "What do you want?

Are you gunna help us or not?

What happened to Roronora City while I was gone?"

The DæMon chuckles at the unfamiliar attitude given towards her, but she lets it slide for the time being.

MamMon DæMon: "I assure you, the situation is currently resolving itself, but first let me ask, you once allies with my little sister, ’Laban’, am I correct?

It was also you who created those weapons called ’SunSwords’ and their holsters."

Everyone, except for Stephanie and Buzz’s allies perks up. Looking surprised at the cloaked woman with her hood down, using her Nye-omnipotency to figure out everything she needs to know.

From the bed of the truck the leader in the gargantuan hat grabs a high tech version of the HeatHolsters and SunSwords, without taking his eyes off the clearly dangerous woman who caught his explosive shot out from out of his eye socket.

Buzz: "Wait, how do you...

H-How do you...?"

MamMon DæMon: "Like I said dear, I am Laban’s older sister.

However, unlike her, I don’t need one of those alien eyes to know everything about you, where you’ve come from, and what you’ve done."

With the holstered SunSword in his big hand, the over confident cowboy slowly struts closer towards his enemies while they make revelations 50 yards away.

MamMon’s stunning smile also never leaves her face. She watches the inside windshield of his the 3rd and final vehicle, the one this approaching cowboy come from, gets covered in red blood.

Taking her blue eyes off the man, the Scandinavian witch now looks back and over Tristan’s shoulder, at the still in trance Stephanie.

The blonde chuckles once more and looks forward.

In an monotonous voice, out of place for both the situation and the lime green queen herself.

Stephanie: "Tristan... Wh-what’s happening right now...

Why...?

Why is everything red?"

Without looking back at her, Tristan holds an arm out to protect his true purpose.

Tristan: "Just stay behind me Stephanie!"

He looks over at the DæMon with her back turned to him

Tristan: "Madame MamMon, shouldn’t we step back into the safety of the protected city?!"

Bethany however turns around and notices there is a clear problem with her best friend.

Bethany: "Tritty...

You might want to help Stephanie..."

Tristan turns around and now notices Stephanie’s stone tranced expression.

He grabs her shoulders and slightly shakes his wife to be.

Tristan: "Stephanie?!

Stephanie! Snap out of it!

What’s wrong!?"

From out of nowhere Bethany slaps Stephanie across the face.

Tristan: "Bethany?!"

He pulls the dark green haired woman down to the ground by the back of her collar in immediate reaction.

Bethany falls on her ass while Tristan stands over her. However, Nephilim’s hand grabs the angered man’s shoulder.

Tristan turns his head to see Stephanie back to her regular mental state, rubbing a hand print in slight pain.

Tristan looks down at the Bethany looking upset back up at him.

Tristan: "I-I’m sorry Bethany...I don’t know what came over me..."

He holds out a hand to help her up which she slowly accepts, however...

She uses the opportunity to over play the help and hugs Tristan in her lustful manner.

Bethany: "Ohhh Tritty! You can be rough and dominate me any time!"

Back at the current situation, MamMon speaks to Isfet without looking at her.

MamMon DæMon: "We’ll be able to get acquainted with each other more, later on, but for the time being...Isfet, my dear..."

The gorgeous one eyed woman stiffens up and sweats while looking at her new leader.

Isfet: "Ye-Yes?"

MamMon DæMon: "It seems this nuisance of a cowboy doesn’t know about Seiõr.

With your ability, could you please send him to the beaches, north of my forest?"

Isfet carefully nods and actives her Eyelien to it’s 2nd Stage, a purple aura.

She looks over and focuses on the man with advanced AIG.

Once he notices her activated symbiote, the confident snicker leaves his expression. He charges at the group but as soon as he gets close, *POP* he and his weaponry disappear out of the Erinyes group’s sights.

Only leaving behind three heavy duty, high lifted diesel trucks full of bodies with missing heads.

The clever DæMon chuckles to herself as she takes pride in her last second "audible".

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Now that we know that one of my gifted projects is an offensive force...

Per Se Phōne, let me see how what type of Seiõr you produce under pressure.*