"Shall~ I reign~ far and wide~ over this endless landscape~? Dis~tant and vast~ this is a land worth to protect~"
Everytime I broke the limit of my Blooming speed and capacity, the otherworldly singing would immediately heal the wound made by the overstretching of my soul.
"See those green mountains? With their flowing streams~" A delicate tempo of a chant; a prayer to none other than oneself for the divinity therein. "What a flourishing color abounds! Like the jewels of my benevolent hands~!
"Blossom, yes blossom~! Look how precious your life is~!"
The Screamers of the void began to further encroach their presence and influence onto the domain of this sacrilege ritual. Although courageous, two heavenly shrine maiden dashed to vanquish their defiling presence with their magical guns and kitbashed technologies!
"As I see the life presented me, on my face~ a smile blossoms in delight~"
The Screamers' bullets that missed their target would form a killing tendrils, but most of them soon dissipate the moment my hue of green emerald began to invade their cores of being.
And thus, the very warmth I emitted should be the strongest shield to keep us alive as long as the bullet isn't directly aimed at me.
Too bad for them, I had already finished my Blooming.
My trusted guardians had given me enough time to assemble the chariot into our future forevermore, that too shall be celebrated with an immaculate festival of joy!
Hither here, hither there~! I peeked around as I reached out the tendrils of my soul. Hitherto, the presence of the dead seemed to be joyous of my presence in illness and health!
So I bowed, and clasped. I scooped them all, harvesting these faithful wandering souls of many lives taken by the cruelty of this world, and merged them into a single coat of blazing vengeance—tied by the pure force of the blessing from the Deity of Immaculate Nature.
Enshrining the manifested hall of souls, was a ten meters tall humanoid armor with an empty inner torso, made by everything great and near indestructible. Living, yet not breathing. Slowly, the coat of souls was inserted into the empty cauldron of armor, submerging itself to every crevice and veins drilled within the armor to accommodate the living and the damned.
The deity sang their praise.
"Rustling in the flow, life weaving its hues. What flourishing color abounds~! Like the brocade of the soul~"
The result was a humanoid entity that towers over the Screamers. Composed of neuro-synced black nanites that was holding undulating green shrouds of hundreds—of converged wandering souls that were pouring out of its chassis, swirling in a maddening pattern to form an eschatologic sentient medium that held the whole armor together.
Floating on top of the blazing chamber, was a head that accommodated the thinking power of the shroud's sentient mind. A black skull helmet with a kingly motive, churning its dominating presence as the green pyre leaking in and out of the helmet visor.
All of it was meant to harbor my pitiful metal jello form inside its stomach, who would be controlling the armor directly through the communication with the bonfire of hundred souls.
"Aaaaaalll haaaiiil, the Immmmaaacuuulateeee nooobleee~!"
The 'Balor Armor' chanted.
"Wooaoaaaah!" Even within this towering exoskeleton, I could clearly hear Micca's audible moment of awe.
Something that should be done in weeks if not years, had been forced to birth into reality by a sheer power of will.
And pain, more on the suffering. I could still feel the immense ringing akin to ten times the decibels of a train at the station.
I programmed the nanites, or nanomachine if you will, that formed the hard part of this armor to capture all sort of information on the world outside this flaming green cage to be relayed into me.
My mind and soul was currently within the state of hyperdrive due to the masochistic act of removing my limiter. It was only possible due to the blessing that was latched onto my soul, allowing the processing power of this metal jello body to usurp that of a supercomputer.
Thanks to it, the relentless bombardment of the information relayed by the nanites was disgestable at minimum. Clutter of holographic screens and sounds permeated my 360 degrees sight, something that was impossible to make out when I'm in my normal state.
These nanites were connected to the bonfire of shrouding souls, and just like how Shujang was forced to reconcile with the artificial memory I gave her, so did the shrouding souls.
The way I relayed my command to the OMS mechs, the same could be done to the shrouding souls that piloted this ten meters titan vessel, through the nanites that were connected to them.
Because of it, I could perform my Blooming without moving my real body, and let this armor do the fight and movement.
"Two hours until the bell tolls, stick close to me, and maintain our distance." I said to Micca and Shujang, as I upgraded their equipment even further with nanites technology. "This blazing green fire of mine can negate the tendrils summoned by the bullets. It will be easier for the body and heart if we don't have to dodge and slice thrice, bueno?"
"What a load of bull!" Shujang exasperated. "That's not a fire! That's an amalgamation of souls!!"
With her usual deadpan, Micca merely sighed. "I have already set a zero common sense policy when it comes to this father of mine. It would probably be wise to do the same, Aunt Shu."
"AAAAAAA! Oh, I'm an Aunt now."
Volatile tendrils of darkness embarked from the cracks of nature where light couldn't knock, crushing soil and sapping air, aimed at our heads.
Micca was startled quite a bit, as she wasn't used to letting those impure tendrils towards her. Of course, all of those tendrils were burned into nothing by the sheer radiation of the green blessing that the Baron Armor emitted.
"Regardless, the two of you still need to be careful of those tentacles."
I noticed an anomaly from the data gathered by the scouting nanites.
Numerous hints seemed to show that the Screamers might be trying to adapt and improvise.