Werner vs 4,000

“It hurts, doesn't it?”

Werner continues his casual day-to-day skinning and threats to humanity, though today was… off. People seemed scarce in the town he raided; Werner was unsure of why exactly. Usually, there would be so many little humans to torture. Werner senses a large presence behind him. As he turns, the final bits of the contracted army form. Werner stands a mile away. His stance shows his confidence, his cockiness, and his potential. "You really thought one thousand people could seriously match up to ME!? Honestly, I have to give you all props; this is truly a show of willful idiocy. Though with that final chain broken, and my potential REALLY shining.” A single tear falls as Werner announces, "I don't care what happens."

None of you has ever listened to me anyway.” Werner reminds us as he gets light on his feet. “Let's see how many of you I can kill in one run. Gotta let my new body modifications shine anyway.” Werner bets before charging straight to the army with incredible speed. People split and attempt to dodge Werner’s charge. Though he merely adjusts before ripping through the crowd, chopping over 100 people's heads off in the span of 2 minutes. One soldier in a mock Etho suit roots a shield into the ground as Werner charges at him. “ADORABLE, IDIOT.” Werner easily uproots the shield with a body bash and carries the soldier far away before jumping high up and throwing him straight down. “Needs some sour cream,” Werner says before falling all the way down and slamming his elbow fully into the soldier's suit, shattering the back and folding the soldier in half. Werner returns to a proper stance, “Next.” He commands before picking up a SUV and overhanding it into a large group, completely crushing some. The soldiers open fire, a few attempting to sneak up on Werner. Werner quickly defends, blocking the bullet storm with a large dumpster while initiating close-range combat. Werner twirls and spins the dumpster before throwing it straight at a sniper atop a building. “This is becoming progressively annoying. Do any of you know how to give up?” Werner sighs, “Though I'd never back away from a fight. Especially one like this.” Werner grabs another small car and throws it at a group as he charges toward them, “Have any of you even considered how stupid this is?” Werner asks sarcastically. “There was a whole meeting about this; everyone here wants this done.” A nearby soldier responds, leaving the question unanswered. Werner leaves no silence to be heard as he lunges at a group on a building, grabbing one by the leg and ripping him down the whole building. Werner throws the mangled corpse at another soldier before jumping atop the building again. Werner stood menacingly above one of the soldiers, “Your numbers dropped like hell. Went from around a thousand to only 400. How's that grand plan going, huh?” Werner says before grabbing the soldier's skull and crushing it with his grip. Werner charges at the other soldiers on the rooftop, using their own bodies as weapons. Werner continues grabbing soldiers and whipping them into others. “Dare I say two for one?” he teases before throwing another soldier far faster than his human body can sustain. Werner suddenly lunges at another soldier, tearing out his femur and smashing his head in with it. He then proceeds to take out a small knife (in Werner terms) and sharpen the end of the bone. The last soldier remains, before Werner can strike, the soldier takes out his radio and calls for “light eyes.”

“I know it does.”

Werner swiftly tears the soldier into small chunks, already knowing “Light eyes” isn't a positive call sign. Soon, Werner hears fighter jets and planes filling the air, as armored trucks surround the city with various tanks. Soon on the ground and air stands a large circle of soldiers, over 3000 more soldiers for Werner’s twisted delights. “Fuck yeah. Honestly, do I need anything else? This is fucking heaven.” Werner giddily announces. “Your call, retards. Plus, I wanna see how many people I can fold in half like paper.” Werner takes a running stance, waiting for the soldiers to make the first move. As the new army opened fire, Werner instantly rushed to the nearest crowd, tearing through soldiers one by one as he had at the start. As bodies begin to reline the side, 2400 remain. Werner takes the radio from his arm pocket, calling for “5:15.” After a minute of waiting, two AC-130s fly from behind Werner, lighting up the sky with gunfire to clear the planes. Werner charges at another squadron, grabbing the broken wing of a plane and slicing multiple people in half with one swipe. Multiple soldiers surround Werner and attempt to restrain him with harpoons. Werner blocks the harpoons with the plane wing before throwing it like a javelin, disarming the soldiers. Werner grabs two soldiers by the legs, swinging them around to kill the rest of their squad, 2032 remain. Werner picks up a nearby armored truck and throws it at an incoming tank shell, blocking it. He then picks up two M4’s and fires at a nearby squadron, killing some and severely injuring others. “What are these weak-ass calibers? I'll stick to my punt gun.” Werner cockily announces as he pulls his punt gun off his back and fires at a large group, decimating a few and turning others into a croissant. A few soldiers attempt to help, not realizing the sheer amount of diseases coating the ground due to Werner’s round, 1847 remain. Werner calls on his radio for the AC-130 to open fire on all ground troops. As the AC-130 begins to fire on ground troops, Werner gets light on his feet for the third time. “Bouta run a marathon. Last run of the day at least.” Werner blitzes through the crowd of soldiers, tearing them into pieces in more ways than one. Tearing people in half, ripping heads off, pulling soldiers' legs off their torsos, etc., Werner stands tall, catching his breath before speaking again. “Well, isn't this eventful? SOOOO many surveys to fill out.” 1443 remain.

Werner soon senses a presence. He knows that exact blood, those genetics. Werner releases a stage 3 burst, leveling the buildings around him and rapidly appearing in front of the usurper's spawn. A shockwave follows. Ground vehicles fly through the air, tearing through small crowds. “You. You share HIS blood. The blood I will drain from your soon-to-be-rotting corpse.” Werner threatens as he stands at an ungodly 13 feet tall. Werner quickly grabs the usurper's spawn hostage, his large arm curled around his neck while the 50 BMG M1911 aimed at his side. “Don't you possess any humility?” The usurpers spawn questions. “Humility? That sounds very, very oddly similar. I wonder where that was first stated. Let’s do a quick recap since a lot of you aren’t truly familiar with how I can be. Around 5000 years ago, my mother, my brother, and I were all the final bits of our race. The usurper and HIS little legion came along, separated my brother from me, and slaughtered my mother in front of me. I said there was always room for humility, and there was always a second chance to be given, and that I would do anything for a second chance, HE told me no. Do you see where this is an issue? Do you see how there is a problem with this? You know, for myself, I would never want to be considered a hypocrite now, would I? I suspected HE wouldn't either, so I decided to take HIS statement very literally. If HE would love to represent HIS entire race in a single decision, then I would take that decision and uphold it against HIS entire race’s future. Unless it comes directly from the usurper’s soul that there is always room for humility, then I will continue my slaughter, my crusade on your entire world, whether you want to say anything about it or not. I don’t think you understand the true severity of this situation, whether I said it to your face or not.” Werner declares. “I’d say there's always room for humility. I share his blood as you say, can you take my word?” The man questions again. “Not good enough. I'll find HIM myself.” Werner says before firing his pistol into the usurper's spawn’s side, killing him instantly. “1000 remain, hold yourselves close,” Werner warns before jumping straight upward and landing on the AC-130. He tears the wing of the large plane off and throws it directly to the squadron on the ground before directing the falling plane to another nearby squadron. The sky fills with fire and smoke as the fragmented plane slams into the ground, 863 remain.

“I went through worse anyway.”

Werner lands on the ground, every armored Humvee, APC, Tank, and available gun pointed at him. “Back to the first 1000, or so. This will end the same, I guarantee.” Werner bets before taking out a 60-pound tungsten ball and piss-missiling it straight to a group, multiple soldiers’ torsos ripped off by the Mach 5 fast ball. “New record fuck yeah,” 850 remain. Every tank and APC opens fire on Werner’s location, which Werner swiftly dodges. A few explosive shells detonate near Werner as he grabs a tank shell out of the air, grounding his feet to stop the round before throwing it at the tank that shot it. The tank explodes, flying parts decapitating other ground troops, 837 remain. “Well, honestly, I'm tired. Let's just end the rest of y'all quickly, yeah? I figured,” Werner takes out his radio again, calling for 'Midnight.’ Werner puts his radio away, quickly running away from the city. As the soldiers attempt to retreat, the rod of god hits the ground, completely decimating the entire city and killing every last soldier.
With all of that, never underestimate Werner, the Crusader.

As Werner roams the desert after his grand 1v4000, A large beam of pure light strikes in front of him. Werner is fully aware who it is; Azalo-X walks out of the pillar of light while it fades. “Well, it's been a while, huh? Doesn't matter, you're coming with me to compete in a free-for-all against all Azalo. Former and current.” Azalo-X announces to Werner, to which he quickly responds, “I get my rematch with the rat?” Werner questions. “Absolutely, as you would put it.”
“Count me in.”

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