Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king

After Guilliman was captured by the blacksteel lord, all members of the cohort gathered their strength using their new found influence from the gate incident and tried to free him.

But time and time again, they failed. Victoria and Jemie even resorted to sneaking into the blacksteel mansion and were caught by the blacksteel lord.

As a result the cohort was collectively pressured by all the people they knew to stop trying. They placed them under constant surveillance and monitoring for months until.

On a particular day, a letter arrived in the Blacksteel mansion directed at the lord itself.

It read

"

Dear lord blacksteel,

First of all, we the stone titan alliance would like to thank you and the hero's of your shelter for bringing to our attention, the problem to the west. The burden of losing one of our own had blinded us for the longest time but thanks to you we understand that it's time to move past that and handle the threat at hand.

Yourself and lord icebreaker and The GreenBringer are hear by commanded to gather your best troops and head to ravenskeep. Commandeer the castle and use it as a base of operations to deal with the things that seek to destroy us. The stone titan alliance has stood the rest of time for 5 centuries we will not fall at the hands of vermin.

Stone Titian alliance chief

Black Windigo

"

With that, the Blacksteel lord and every house of significance in the shelter prepared for war. A war against the ungodly creatures in the nightmare desert.

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3 years later,

"Third platoon is back, healers, prepare to receive them"

In an expansive camp situated in the middle of a desert, a slayer commanded at the top of his lungs atop a makeshift wooden tower.

After the command was sent down, three high grade shelters and 2 middle grade ones were sent out to tackle the beasts in the nightmare desert.

The first few months were the easiest, but as time went on and the monsters raised their heads the fighting became more intense killing off thousands.

Every raid was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Fetal wounds take priority, make sure no one dies!! We can't keep losing men!!" A slayer in battered amour seated atop a strange beast said blood trailing from his forehead.

The desert was really a nightmare, he had lead over a thousand slayers capped at yellow with dozens at red into one of the smaller pyramids not too far away from this camp and they were utterly decimated forcing a retreat.

"Hey, where are you going?" While looking around the camp where his men were being treated he noticed a young figure with black hair a Blacksteel amour making his way from the group and heading towards the gate.

"I just received another mission. I'm going to take care of it" the young man said without emotion as he continued through the gate without a second thought.

"You…." The leader of the troop felt blood roll from his forehead and into his eyes causing irritation, but he didn't quite blink still focused on the figure making his way out of the camp gates.

This man had appeared out of nowhere during their retreat and helped them stave off a good percentage of the damage from the enemy.

He was solely responsible for the eventual survival of this troop, this warranted some sort of reward. But here he was leaving so causally without even taking a sip of water.

That' didn't make sense didnt both of them just survive the same battle?.

"Specters!! Dozens!!"

All of a sudden, one of the wounded men beside the captain raised his head and shouted as if reliving a nightmare.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes widened with shock and fear.

He was at the rare guard during the retreat. Those monsters had relentlessly clawed away at his comrades eating them up like raw meat, they cut through their amour like butter.

It was a horrific scene to watch.

Fortunately, just when they were on the verge of breaking the rears formation….the strange young man appeared.

He came in from the left on the back of a Direwolf and without a second thought threw himself into the hoard of beasts.

At first he thought it was some suicidal kid who couldn't take the fighting anymore, but he soon came to realize that he was wrong.

When the first beasts fell, he understood something was really wrong here. But he couldn't go over and figure it out.

He could only watch, watch as one after the other, spectral beasts appeared from out of nowhere and mauled the Trihorn beasts befure him.

It was bloody, and after destroying a large portion of them, the beasts disappeared and he fell unconscious from exhaustion and bleeding.

"Specters?" The leader of the troop frowned then came down to the person who just screamed.

"What kind of specters?" He asked a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Specters? He had heard rumors, but never in a hundred years did he expect that they would be graced by the "Spectral vanguard"

Whenever a platoon or important troop of slayers were under serious attacks all throughout the nightmare desert, two things would most probably happen.

One was that the whole troop would be eradicated, the nature of this place was just that. Grueling and unending suffering. However, on an off chance one could get backup.

And that backup was more often than not from a ghostly figure that would appear from out of nowhere, and with it was on average a troop of a hundred plus specters that would ravage the opponents.

They called this the spectral vanguard…..a walking one man army, literally.

If that was what that kid was, then he had to find a way to thank him. He had to!!

"You three, come with me. We must honor our guest" the leader said gathering a group of three to give chase to him.

But unfortunately, he had long since left the area on the back of a black raven