The Dark Apostle had done the impossible.
He had shook the Unshakeable King.
This should have been impossible.
The Unshakeable King embraced his new name in every way possible. He had tried his best to become both a physical and mental bulwark. He was supposed to become the most solid backbone of the Ascended Giants, the leader who could endure every horror the Red Ocean could throw at them and remain completely unaffected in response.
The man’s background led up to this evolution. From starting out as an ordinary footsoldier, to discharging and becoming a law enforcement officer, the man formerly known as Keirzan Hoslin followed a different trajectory than most of his fellow Ascended Giants.
He had spent the most formative years of his life working to police the rowdy and heavily urbanized capital planet of his home state.
It was there that he became exposed to the hidden depth of human nature.
Keirzan Hoslin came into contact with the most degenerate and rotten humans. From gang enforcers with the blood of innocents on their hands to deranged nihilists who thought that life was futile enough to go on a murder spree, his understanding of humans had sunk to the bottom.
He also became exposed to the corruption and sin that took place in the gleaming halls of power. He learned of the indifference of bureaucrats and politicians who may talk a nice game, but actually did precious little to serve their constituents.
Though Keirzan Hoslin still tried his best to cling to his duty as he had been taught when he served in a military organization, the complexities and ambiguities of law enforcement in a flawed society gradually filled him with pessimism.
In the end, he gave up on humans at this point. He declared his fight to maintain the law and uphold order to be an exercise in futility and surrendered his badge.
It was at this point that self-interest began to trump duty in his mind. He chose to enter the private sector, working first as a bodyguard to rich and vain clients who wanted to have a strong body between themselves and anyone who wished them ill.
These gigs paid much better, especially when Mr. Hoslin was able to leverage his prior experience and qualifications for better pay and conditions.
A part of him even believed that he should have entered the private sector much sooner.
Whatever the case, he earned so much that he eventually started his own security company.
With his understanding of the people who served his previous employers, it was easy for him to connect to younger soldiers and law enforcements. Hoslin had met with many different people over his career, and he learned what made the tick. That enabled him to succeed in recruiting more qualified employees, those that possessed records that looked good when skimmed over and could command better rates.
Yet even as his business was doing better and better, he still couldn’t dig himself out of the hole he ended up in. Once he had recognized and gotten caught in the darkness of the human race’s heart, he found himself bereft of any meaningful hope and joy in his life.
There was only so much that money could fill this gaping void.
He emigrated to the Red Ocean in a desperate search for a light to dispel the darkness.
Though it had taken a few twists and turns, he had finally found what he was looking for after becoming a part of the Phase Lord Department.
He could finally distance himself from his dirty human roots and assume the identity of an Ascended Giant, a new and pure race that had yet to be stained with the sins and ugliness of humanity!
Much like the other Ascended Giants, the Unshakeable King despised the phrase ’human phase lord’. It was too mundane. The very act of attaching the word ’human’ to his new race was an affront to his sensibilities!
He refused to allow the filth of the human race to defile his new divinity!
He also became offended by his progenitor’s foul words!
The strategos of the Ur-Titan Phalanx had encountered many foul-mouthed humans over the course of his mortal career, but the fact that the first Ascended Giant not only refused to distance himself from the human race, but actively embraced their filth and degeneracy completely violated his bottom line!
Ves Larkinson or the Dark Apostle had to be killed!
Not because the mech designer childishly questioned his manhood, but because he defiled the Ascending Giant race with his human flaws!
Seriously!
The Unshakeable King was not the fastest of phase lords, but his speed upon bursting into movement still caught the Dark Apostle by surprise!
The Dark Apostle did not ignite the plasma blade yet, preferring to rely on the shaft of his polearm to meet the incoming attack.
As two powerful Impact Hammers swung straight into the red-clad phase lord’s direction, the Dark Apostle put his new skills to good use.
He evaded one of the hammers entirely, which was still possible due to the good range of motion of his mutated Flame Lord Raiment.
The Dark Apostle was even able to force the Minor Demon locked into the raiment to lend a hand by activating an impulse booster embedded in the torso that gave his true body a small but helpful push to the side!
This movement not only helped him evade one hammer, but also granted him a bit more force to redirect another hammer!
In the end, the second hammer veered off just enough to skid off the surface of the Dark Apostle’s spatial barrier.
Though the energy barrier still took a mean hit, the damage was mostly undone.
At this point, they began to separate again, but neither side had any intentions of backing off.
"FILTH." The Unshakeable King no longer acted pretentious and masked his rage anymore. "I AM ASHAMED THAT YOU ARE THE PROGENITOR OF OUR RACE. YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS HONOR! I SHALL CLEANSE THE STAIN THAT YOU HAVE PASSED ONTO US BY SLAYING YOU MYSELF!"
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