"RETREAT! RUN AWAY! AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"

When Elian heard the arrogant genie scream in panic, pleasure flooded his entire soul.

Not counting the coward from the Snow wolf Dungeon. This was the first time he saw an enemy Tyrant terrified of him. The ones he had met were all worthy of praise.

Given how condescending the fat floaty bastard was, seeing his large face scared out of his mind gave Elian immense satisfaction. Far better than the Gnarethians who were like animals, these bastards had a clear hierarchy and tactics.

Elian could picture it. Just how many worlds did the Genie and his posse unleash this mana hurricane? How many of them begged to be spared? And how many of those that did were allowed to live?

This was the true nature of Elian's reality.

Without power, he had no future.

"MY SON'S AND DAUGHTERS! HEAR ME! WE SHALL KILL THEM ALL! SPARE NO ONE!"

"YES, FATHER!"

Pleased at their loyalty, he used his newfound connection to his army and steered the hurricane.

The chainsaw hurricane quickly chased the retreating greens. Built for speed and aerodynamics, the Genie and his posse all tried to gain distance. Due to the hurricane's size, although it moved faster than a car, it couldn't catch up to the Elites.

But Elian's new Weapon was not only a simple hurricane.

"DO NOT LET THEM ESCAPE!"

At his command, a chorus of guns resounded. Onyx-colored projectiles flew at supersonic speeds boosted by the hurricane. They flew and blasted holes in the Genie and his entire posse.

"NO!!!"

They screamed, they cried. They tried to frantically run away.

However, the army of metal had no intention of letting them do so.

The immense speed the hurricane spun in created a powerful vortex that sucked in air. This manifested outside as if Elian's new form had its own gravitational pull. Most of the remaining Sylphanians, tried to run but couldn't.

Dolphins, whales, and flying creatures of all kinds flew together. They may have looked different, but they all were about to meet the same end. Nothing they did gained them enough thrust and lift to escape.

Slowly but surely, they were pulled into the hurricane. Into entire forests of teeth.

Even a massive Eastern Dragon slithered at full power. But with bullet holes all over, it failed to do so. The Genie tried to protect them with barriers of wind. Unfortunately, his opponent was ruthless.

"BLAST THEM OUT OF THE SKY! I WANT THEM CHAINED! DRAG THEM ALL TO THEIR DEATHS!" Elian screamed in bloodlust.

The distance between the army of green and the black cyclone shortened. Despite using all sorts of spells, both to shoot at the body of wind and to run away, nothing worked.

"ARGHHHH!"

An injured human bat could no longer run away and fainted. His body was quickly pulled into the storm of teeth and was torn apart into dust. Blood and ichor were all that remained, and even that vanished within seconds.

Those who saw the gruesome death frantically flapped their wings. But soon, more and more were devoured. Without stopping for a single moment, the guns kept sniping Sylphanians in the back.

Dying by the hundreds, the fortunate ones died from the bullets. Those not so lucky had to experience being dragged helplessly into a body of chainsaws for a painful ending.

"STOP! I SURRENDER!"

Soon, the genie's turn came, and he shouted desperately in fear.

But Elian did not answer. Instead, he personally formed a chain of Valerian Steel and shot it into the genie's neck. Without another word, Elian dragged the enemy Tyrant into the hurricane's body.

"NOO!!!!!"

Hearing the gruesome death of his opponent brought a smile to Elian's face. He couldn't help but appreciate the Weapons commanding the hurricane with him.

***

Earlier, as he tried to eat the wind cataclysm, Alpha and Zeta linked him to the Ysh-Natul neural network. It was how the Naga was able to incorporate the Virexans into their army without issues. Without words, most of the Virexans could only be directed in this manner.

As his consciousness linked up with the hive mind of his army, he could only watch in amazement. The hive was seeing everything happening all at once, all at the same time. The battles on the Eastern Front, the five Psychomancer candidates, even the humans fighting.

It was like his ability to see using Golem Lake taken to the extreme. And unlike his experience, every Weapon in the hive mind could communicate. Elian found himself chuckling at how they talked. In its simplest form, the hive mind was like a video stream on social media.

There were over twelve thousand people on it, all speaking at the same time. Without knowing who you wanted to talk to, hearing that specific individual was impossible. At least for anyone but Elian.

"My children, silence."

At once, the entire hive mind spoke no more.

Elian felt it deeply when he commanded this army to sacrifice themselves; no one questioned his words. Like knights devoted to their lord, they followed.

How could I not like them?

Unknowingly, the Tyrant felt warmth surge from his soul. The Weapons embody his desire for family and security. It was unfortunate that they needed to grow closer while fighting for their lives, but it couldn't be helped.

"My children, I ask a lot of you. Until we separate, there is no one individual. There is only us and them. I need you to fight with me. I cannot do this alone. Will you follow me?"

Despite there being thousands of intelligent souls in the hive mind stream. Only one answer came back. In a single voice, every Weapon answered the same way.

"YES, FATHER! YOUR WILL IS OURS!"

From then on, the entire army operated as an extension of his body. Following each and every command to the best of their abilities.

"I need to cancel the wind's momentum. You all know what a blender is, right? I need this hurricane to spin in the opposite direction."

At once, the Weapons on the lower part of the hurricane joined together. The Living Metal they commanded created a gigantic fan-shaped contraption. In the next moment, it spun in the opposite direction as the body of wind.

Wong. Wong. Wong.

Its immense size began to counter the updraft and slowly calmed the howling wind. Elian couldn't help but marvel at how fast and efficiently his children worked. With the mana and the wind gone, the vast fluids spinning in the air slowly came to a stop.

Ah crap, we ate the hurricane too quickly.

He was about to tell them to break apart, but then he had a thought.

Why do we even need to break apart? When was it decided that only they could use hurricanes and tornadoes?

Feeling the insanity of his plan, even no longer having a face, Elian couldn't help but smile.

"Children, maintain the body of the hurricane."

In the same moment, the Living Metal flowing in the wind hardened, creating a statue. But as the fan below had yet to stop spinning, a powerful surge of wind energy swirled inside the structure, rapidly gaining strength and pressure.

"HAHAHA! Excellent! Now I want this hurricane weaponized! Use whatever form you think is best. We will butcher them all once our preparations are completed!"

Rapidly, the hive answered Elian's will. The fan grew in height, a long stalk stretching to the skies appeared; it then broke apart and began floating inside the hurricane. Like branches on a tree, the blades grew thinner and turned into branches that pointed in several directions.

"Is that…"

The branches all morphed and turned into rifled barrels pointing outside. Moreover, each limb suddenly gained a revolving cylinder that housed onyx cannon rounds. Even without the Weapons explaining, Elian knew that each barrel was running the Snipe skill.

These guys made a revolving gun battery! How the hell did they come up with that?

But before he could ask, Elian felt the outer body of the hurricane slowly break apart. Returning to a spinning body of wind, the Living Metal that swirled along the ride flowed to its outer edges. Then they all created separated blades that flowed with the wind.

"Chainsaws?!"

Thousands upon thousands of metal teeth decorated the hurricane all over. Like lights on a Christmas tree, they did not leave a single inch of space wasted. Elian could barely hold his excitement in at the monstrosity his children created.

He told them to use whatever form they wished. And they chose guns and chainsaws. Things that one could associate with Elian Reed and his insane way of fighting.

A sudden surge of emotion came from his heart.

Overwhelming pride.

It was so powerful that Adamant could not suppress it.

The teeth all then began to buzz alive. Spinning even faster than a hurricane.

BBBBZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz.

Even the sound they made was the same as Elian's. Like a tribute to his identity, his children turned the natural calamity into a Weapon that used him as inspiration.

With sharp teeth for close combat, rifled guns for long range, and the devastating power of surge of wind, the reborn cataclysm made its debut.

"FATHER! PREPARATIONS ARE COMPLETE!"

Giddy with excitement, Elian shouted to the hive.

"Alright! Test the guns. I want that hippogryph dead."

BANG!

A single shot. A single death. The onyx bullet mercilessly blew the head off the Knight-class Sylphanian. In terms of accuracy, that was already peak. And if all the guns part of the inner hurricane had the same accuracy, this new form would be near unstoppable.

"HAHA!" Laughing all his stress away, Elian screamed at the top of his lungs! "LET'S GO! TIME TO HUNT!"