CHAPTER 43: In the building.

When the soldiers caught up to him, Sirin tore out the metal door that the guards had been protecting.

The moment he did so sirens immediately went off in the entire building. Somewhere further in the hallway a large metal wall fell down as some sort of second door.

As the group charged in a second metal wall fell down behind them and a dark smoke like gas started to fill the area.

The soldiers put on their mask that were attached to an oxygen tank along with some filters in case the oxygen ran out.

But with Sirin having declined the armour, he naturally didn't have those things at hand.

Some of the soldiers were considering handing the demon a spare mask, but they didn't feel that comfortable getting close to the creature. And up till now, Sirin wasn't showing any trouble breathing.

Sirin didn't feel like sitting around and waiting whether or not these mortals would try to help him. Instead, he walked up to one of the metal walls. Even if it were verry unlikely, he didn't want to figure out if this gas would affect him as well.

He placed his hand on the wall. It was cold and smooth to the touch.

Soon he retreated his hand and punched the wall in one smooth motion. The loud clang managed to overpower the loud sirens blaring trough the hallways for a brief moment. A deep dent in the form of Sirin's fist.

With a deep from Sirin punched the wall another two times before he finally managed to make a hole in it. from there on he could tear trough the wall more easily so all of them could move further trough the building.

Sirin would have liked to just straight up melt the wall as a flame demon. But he had decided against it since he didn't know what was going on with the people in this outpost and he wanted to hide his shapeshifting ability from them for as long as possible. Furthermore, this also gave him a better grasp on his current physical strength without using magic.

He agilely climbed through the hole in the wall. And was immediately faced with some sort of arm like devices with guns on them.

He was quite confused as he saw the weapons without the humans holding them. Especially when the arm like part suddenly glowed with a blue light and aimed the gun at him.

"Those are turrets, you dumbass. Get back here!" The soldier he had been fighting with earlier yelled out.

Though it couldn't prevent Sirin from screeching in pain as a bullet actually managed to pierce his chest.

Enraged he dashed towards the first of the turrets and completely tore the thing apart. Despite getting shot multiple times disarming these things was quite a bit easier than killing the guards, mainly because these things couldn't squirm around in an attempt to get away.

When the last turret had turned into scrap metal on the floor Sirin stopped his rampage and started to remove some of the bullets from his body so that he would heal a little faster.

The black blood that came free from this action started to make a dangerous sissing sound as it hit the floor.

Sirin was pretty surprised by this. He couldn't remember his blood melting something it came in contact with before. Nor had he seen the blood of other demons do that.

But right now, he didn't have time to wonder about things like that. As long as it didn't cause him any harm there was simply no point in worrying about it at the moment.

"Nice work, hell spawn." The horned soldier spoke as they climbed through the hole. "While I do have to say that your tailed ass didn't have to act like a bullet sponge if you've had any common since."

Tough Sirin really wanted to defend himself, he had to control himself. If he responded now, then this battle would continue until the end of times and that wasn't what they needed at this moment.

After this the group ventured trough the hallways, usually Sirin would charge ahead first to kill or destroy anything that moved, though now with more caution since he had once again been reminded that bullets hurt.

Eventually they neared one of the resurge rooms. Sirin could already hear the buzzing of machines and the soft murmur of people.

As Sirin started to open the doors the murmurs soon changed into panicked cries. "Fuck that thing is here!" "How the hell did it get here already?!"

Sirin grinned wide when he had completely opened the doors and let the soldiers in. "Your turn now." He spoke in a deep voice.

He knew quite well that he wasn't allowed to kill these people. Afterall they might have valuable information, which was the verry reason they were here. Of course, these wouldn't be the only ones. The people who were in charge and the other important ones would be in more heavily guarded areas.

So here was where the group would spit up. Half of the group would stay here to guard their new prisoners and the other half would go deeper into the building.

While the soldiers were making sure they had everyone in this room and tried to prevent their prisoners escape, Sirin wandered through the room.

Most of the things here were of verry little interest to him. Some weapons, a little blue fluid that was used to power most of the machinery here, and a seemingly endless amount of class containers in various shapes and sizes.

But eventually he stumbled upon a large glass container holding a single black feather.

Something about this feather felt off and taboo to him, it was the same feeling as when he had met the cambion, Mirana.

The odd thing was that this feather looked identical to his, with the exception of the colour of course.