Entering the Elven checkpoint on the intersection, the complement there was still complete, a Knight with a handful of grunts and magicians. They stood at the side with their fists on top of their chests as the Dux passed them. “My Lord, he’s been trying to track down my Assassins since we set off.” With a smile on his face, he just rests on the driver bench as Junior gets to moving once again. “I guess he’s from a pretty powerful Elven Lineage of sorts. If he's this shocked that he can’t detect them. What about you, My Lord? Do you sense where they are?”
Closing his eyes, Jackson immediately felt the presence of multiple people in stealth, even the Dragon mounts in their Horse form galloping in absolute silence were picked up by his senses. Elizabeth and Alana both looked at him and noticed the Golden Aura coming out of his silhouette. “There in our flanks, five on both sides, two in the back.”
"Oh, look at that color. Looks like Our Lord has reached a new potential." Alana, still in the back, climbs up some crates to reach her. "Your Majesty, do you believe if we could have a lineage with him, we'd enter the Top Three?"
She first observes him quietly and nods. "It's quite possible. The Bartley House was once Top One, even beating the Dydares Bloodline." Looking down on herself, Alana’s eyes squinted as she "Hm. I do want the Minuits to enter that rankings, Your Majesty. If only… it’d make our place in the world more known…" Elizabeth smiles as she looks to her back and sees Alana prone atop a crate. "I'll help. After all this, I feel like the surviving leaders of the world will let me live, under the pretense that I do not return to commanding the Bartley House."
This made Alana tilt her head, with a squint and a lifted eyebrow. "What're you suggesting, Your Majesty?" With a smile on her, the golden blonde Vampire looks forward. "A small... insignificant alliance. I am sure the headless Bartley House needs guidance from such long stagnation. Countess, you might be a good proxy."
Rubbing her chin, the Countess had a smirk gush her face as she understood what she was implying. "... Hmmm... Very well, Your Majesty. Though... Our Lord's bloodline though… if only…" Sighing, Elizabeth nods. "I know. A Hero King's with Dragon Blood. Such Genes is as rare as a Crystal Bloodrose. But we must respect his wishes. As his loyal companions." Hearing this, Jackson just slightly nods. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. You usually come up with some devious plan, Elizabeth.”
Popping from the back of the Wagon, Alana rests her elbow on the wall between the driver side and the compartment. “M’Lord, the Dydares Imperial Family usually has their strongest families by the border. I believe he is no different.” he sighs. “And thus, the ones left inside the country are the weaker ones.” shrugging he turns his head to the left where Bahamut was.
“Master, since you hold one of my hearts now. Why not try becoming an Immortal?” Hearing the absurd recommendation, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Hah? Are you crazy? Even in the Lorebooks, only four Humans managed to attain Immortality in Tur. I’ll legit die if I try to consume an Eternal Heavenly Fire or any of the stuff that can make you Immortal.”
Bahamut then opens her palm and a silvery white flame appears on it. “W-WOAH! PUT THAT AWAY!” The scream made the Dux turn his head around to see Bahamut with her hands on her back. “Geez! I know you can control all of the Flames but don’t go waving a Divine Fire around here.”
“Mm? M’Lord, there’s a way for Men to become Immortal in Tur?”
“Yea. Multiple ways actually. One got lucky and found a fruit from the Soul Tree at the depths of a Magma Cave. Thousands of feet below the soil. Hell, I think even Bahamut got one!”
“Heh-heh. Yes indeed, Master. I swam into the Volcanic Formations of the North and attained another form of Immortality.”
“Dragons have the strongest of wills and souls, unlike us Humans. We’d fall apart if we tried to even touch a Primordial Lotus Bloom. Turn to ash instantly, but an Elder Dragon? It can eat it, put it on its midnight stew and munch it like it's nothing.” the roads even became more well maintained, having grubs and the fences now lined with lighting and even veins of flowers. “Dragon Souls have a lot of empty space for growth, unlike Humans which are packed and weak. When they’d eat or attain Immortality, a small part of that empty space becomes used up.”
Tilting her head, Alana pushes her body further into the front seat and looks at his chest. “But M’Lord, since you have a Dragon Heart, wouldn’t you be able to do it too?” Looking up, he scratches his chin and begins thinking. “Erm… I don’t… really know… because yeah, my body might be using a Dragon Heart but I’d need to do some insane training, like go off to the mountains for three years with Bahamut just to strengthen my core and soul.”
He then turns his head down to look at her as she rests between him and Elizabeth, her chin resting on both her hands. “I didn’t really build this character to be a full Paladin. I just leveled high enough that I had time to put some in learning basic magic. Even then, I don’t really grasp much of it.” Bahamut then grabbed his left arm and began shaking him vigorously, the man unable to fight back even with his new powers. “Master!~ Just a bit of meditation and maybe fight a Divine Magical Beast or two!” He pinches her pale cheek, spreading her pale cheeks as he pressed his face on her veil. “No. Absolutely NOT.”
Soon enough, Jackson could see the wooden walls of the camp. With a wave of a hand, its gates open and inside, the Elves were the first to greet his eyes.
Even with the mud below them and the shared tents they are now living in, they still donned their fine linen clothes, those with silk still fashionably showing them off. Their faces were all prim and proper, with even their nails lacking any blood nor grime as a bunch of Humans walked alongside the road, freely talking to some of the Elves whilst Dwarves were hard at work maintaining the armors of the Legion.
“The side for the Men is here.” seeing the massive tent city, the Human side seemed like a tiny neighborhood as Jackson parked his wagon with the rest. “Sir Betnor.” The Dux then stops as he is about to leave. “May I ask if you know anything about the Heroes? Last I heard, they went to your Capital Region to dig out your first ever ancestors.”
He didn’t reply for a few seconds before sighing. “Come to the main tent of the Patricia on a walled off section in the Elven side.” Gwondlon then stepped down his mount. “But, be sure to keep your decorum and sword close by. Any Lord is privy to what we know by the order of the Emperor and last I know was that the entire Region has been conquered by the Demon Army. Their portals… we weren’t able to close them sadly. Take whatever tent is free, keep watch of your Vampires.” Jackson just nods and bows as the Dux returns the gesture.
“Sir Jackson, keep your formidable allies with you, the Demon Army won't rest till we're all dead. I am quite surprised even my special senses couldn’t detect those white haired Vampires after they disappeared.” He then leaves them. Disappearing into the otherside of the road and into the maze of tents and Elves.
As they park up, he immediately hops off and hitches Junior into a post. Collecting themselves in the back, with the Assassins hiding inside the wagon, Jackson got to prepare his armor while the two Vampires began to drink from the Chalice.
“Hm. My Lord, why not change this Blood to your newer one?” as he was getting his new Dragonscale armor ready, he turns around and tilts his head. “Hm? Oh yeah, I have a new heart now.” he gestures for it and the Queen hands it to him without question. Closing his eyes, he removes the set liquid on it, the ruby on its center dimming as he goes for a crate and takes a First Aid Kit.
Taking the syringe, he pushes it into his arm and is left with an empty expression. “It… wouldn’t penetrate my skin…” standing up, Elizabeth takes a look at it and with an annoyed expression, knelt next to him and removes her long white elbow length glove. “This might hurt, My Lord.” he nods as she presses her sharp nail into his skin. “Hm? By the God of Beauty and Emotion, what is the meaning of this?” even as she was putting force down on his skin, it wasn’t penetrating.
Bahamut then came out of the back in her small Dragon form and bit into his skin with all her might, the sharp predatory tooth enough to puncture just the upper layer and for some slight blood to drip as the small Black Dragon was as stiff as a rock, making Alana and some of the Black Knife’s laugh at her.
Getting the Chalice, he lets one drop hit its center. The Chalice then lights up once again as the Dragon lets go. Elizabeth quickly healed his arm and not a single trace of the bite was left. “Alright, let’s see if this works.”
Pouring Mana into the Chalice, it began to fill up with a golden color. Elizabeth and Alana both looked down at the pristine pure red blood with a golden outline on it. “O-oh my…” the blonde woman quickly steals it from his hand and takes a single sip. It made her spaz a bit as her eyes widened. “Goodness me… this tastes immaculately. Countess! Do taste it!” handing it over to the teenage Vampire, she also took a small sip and her eyes lit up. “This… this tastes better than any Wine we could ever produce. M’Lord, your blood is brimming with power.”
Standing in front of him, the Queen had her arms crossed as she gestured for another drink. The Countess poured her mouth a small pint as she smiled even. “Hm! My Lord, your blood is meant to create a powerful lineage! This is the stuff that makes the strongest Noble Houses the way they are! Your offspring might be stronger than anything in short of the James and Dydares families could produce!”
She then takes the Chalice and holds it up like a treasure. “This blood! Alana! This could change everything for us! This could even put the Minuit into the Top Ten strongest families in the world!” the Countess stands up, her hands together in front of her body as she looks up to the golden chalice. “I am surprised the Minuit’s aren’t in the top ten.”
“Oh, we are, M’Lord. We stand at the Ninth. Above us are the Gareth Family Lineage.” he then also stands up, looking at Elizabeth holding the cup with such care. “My Lord, are you sure you do not want to give us children? Our blood with yours is surely to create Kings to lead and conquer.” scratching his eyebrow, the man shrugs his head. “I don’t think it’d be great for a kid with so much power to be born without a proper Father, Elizabeth.”
As her smile gushes away, the Queen slowly nods her head. “But… with that blood. I’ll be entrusting you two with the power to create Leaders and Powerful people. When I go home, I hope you two do what is right with this.” As a marching formation of Elves pass them by, Jackson turns back into the Wagon and at the set of armor he has on the stand.
“Well… I should go and meet the Elf.” Elizabeth then gets in front of him and stares him up and down. “My Lord, do you want to be laughed at by an Elf Noble?” Jackson immediately lifts his hands in confusion. “What? The world is literally ending. I am pretty sure they have bigger things to worry about than how I look.” with a flick of her finger, Clementine appears holding up his ribbon rack. “Eh?! You want me to wear my general uniform?”
Alana then appears holding up his new Dragonscale helmet. “Your Majesty, I must recommend him wearing Plate Armor… though something that isn’t made of Dragon parts. The Elves of this region are warriors, they’d understand this more than a uniform.” tilting his head, Jackson takes the helmet and lifts it with his hand.
“What? Is Dragon armor really that bad?” the Countess immediately lowers it and hides it. “M’Lord, the Elves of this region revere Dragons as equals to Forrus’ Angels. It’s best if you were to don one made of that Black Steel instead.” scratching his head, the Knight General goes into his wagon and looks at his Death Knight armor, it’s all in multiple pieces and what survived was dented up and cracked. “Yeahhh… no.”
Bahamut then just walks up to him and touches the Dragonscale helmet. It changes its form into that of the basic steel Knight helm. “WOAH!” Jackson then knocks on it and its sound wasn’t of steel or iron, but still of the scale. “Don’t worry about its protection, Master. I basically just put a livery or skin on top of it. It should look like normal plate armor now.”
Nodding, he takes the helmet and with the entire set now changed to normal Knight armor. One that has very few etchings and detailings, with the rest being just bare polished steel as he drags it into the Human side of the camp. The people there were far more busy with resting and tending to the wounded while others were focused on feeding the mouths of their many childrens, unable to really care about the group of Vampires following a man. The tents they were given were insulated and had proper furniture inside, with the path they walked on having lamp posts for lighting and even fencing.
“Dang… for a being only a handful of blocks big, this place is pretty nice though.” Inside one of the triangular tents, a person looks outside and notices the woman in the dark gothic funeral gown. “BAHAMUT! BAHAMUT!” Hearing this, the group stops and they look to the left where a person wearing Ranger gear has a big smile on his face as a bunch of other well equipped Adventurers ranging from Tanks to Mages turn up to the Dragon. “Goodness! I thought we were left here! You have to help us!” The Dragon just points at Jackson who drops the rope to pull the crate and walks up to the person. “I am Knight General Paul Jackson of the Joint Guild Army. How may I help you?
“Are you really a General from the Guilds?!” he could almost jump with how giddy he was with the person in front. “Yes. Why? Do you want to go back to Earth?” he nods alongside the players behind him. “YES! There’s like a hundred of us here! I legit thought we were stuck and done for! Oh! We can still go home!”
This made Jackson scratch his head as he looked around and then back to him, the player numbers on the camp were high. “Eh?! How?! Didn’t you go to the Portal Fortress? Weren’t you in any evacuation areas?” One of the Mages with a wounded leg walks forward. “We weren’t able to. Every road we tried, the Demon Army was reported to already have been there. I got hit by a cursed arrow and our Healer isn’t of high enough level to do much about it so I had to go here and get treatment.” Bahamut then quickly came to his aid as the General focused his attention back to the Ranger.
“Oh crap… well… the Portal is still there. But we can’t go right now.” This made many of them to audibly chatter amongst each other, with a sense of dread quickly replacing the sudden burst of hope a minute ago. “Why? We have Bahamut here, she can just go and wipe them from the face of the planet and we can go home! Hell, can’t she just teleport us back to Earth? To Tur so that we can logout?!” He shrugs his head at the Ranger, crosses his arms and looks at the man’s eyes directly. “No. We are talking about the Demon Army with Cosmic Forces involved. I won’t risk it. Right now, what I need is to find the Heroes. They are the solution to this all. Bahamut alone is like sending a lone modern tank against an entire Legion of soldiers with swords and spears.”
One of the Mages donning a fine silk robe steps forward stroking his thin beard. “There’s also the issue with the Vile Fog… We do not have that much Wind Mages left. The Elves also couldn’t offer anyone as the Emperor sent everyone to Mount Harelm to aid the Hero Party.”
“That won’t be a problem… The land around the Portal Fortress has been hammered and burnt to the soil by thousands of bombs and shells. The Vile Fog would need to go around it before reaching here. They have nothing to latch onto on that land and it would take them considerable effort to expand on it.” He shakes his head and looks at the Ranger. “Look, I just need information. Last I heard, the Demons sent everything under the Sun there. I need to know, if I fly there, will me and the girls come back out alive.”
“Maaan…” The Ranger sighs, holding up his hands as if he had given up. “I don’t know. Last I heard, they were like… getting mogged on by the Demon Army or some shit in that mountain tomb.” This made Jackson’s eyes open wide. “Did they survive?!” Already up close to the Ranger’s face, the player shrugs his head in return. “Idunno man. That’s all of the rumors I know. Come on, you can’t leave us here.”
Breathing out, he backs off and nods at the player. “I won’t. I also plan to go back to Earth. I just have something to finish. Right now, all I ask of you is to collect as many leftover players as possible. Our directive is clear. After the last players have returned to Tur, my Vampiric companions here are tasked with overloading the Cores and starting a meltdown.”
Once again, chatter fills the air as the Native Humans of Threa passed by the large gathering of people. “Why?” the heavily toned woman with Knight pauldrons on her swung her greatsword, embedding it on the ground and leaning on it. “A portal back here means we can go between the two worlds. It will change everything.” She is immediately shut down by Jackson’s hand. “No. Those eggheads are right. If Demons are these scary and powerful in Threa. It’s best we don’t introduce them to Earth. Keeping that Portal open could also be a bigger detriment than a positive due to the differences between our worlds.” Elizabeth then claps her hand and walks forward, gaining the attention of everybody.
“Now, everyone. You’ve heard his request. Gather as many Outworlders as possible. We are to aid you soon, but for now. We must find a tent to rest and change our clothes in.” The Ranger turns around to the players who then steps aside to the section just for players left behind. With one of the empty tents, Jackson changes into his Knight Armor. “You three should go out and help around the camp. I’ll talk to the Elf myself anyways.”
As he gets to putting it on with the help of the Black Knifes, Alana with Elizabeth and Bahamut walks out of the tent and looks around the Outworlder side of the camp.
With a large bonfire in the center where various pots were placed, cooking meat and soup. The players were mostly busy lounging around the place. Sitting in benches, chatting with each other while Bard Class players played tunes that calmed everyone’s nerves down as they got to polishing their weapons and maintaining their armor. “Haaah… I’ll go check on the medical tent, Countess. Dragon, behave yourself.”
Bahamut was already busy sniffing the air as she detected something of her interest. “Heh! I already know what to do!" Without a care in the world, the Dragon lady walks off into the crowd, leaving the Countess be. “I hope this won’t end badly.”
Walking around the circle, the males looked at Alana with simple eyes, full of adornment and gazes of astonishment at her beauty. The perfect teenage dream in a perfect gown. She turns to the right, heading deep into the camp where the straight line was filled with tables and even vendors selling wares.
In one of the tables, a female player with cat ears and a tail is trying to open a bottle of wine with a bunch of native kids. She quickly turns around and heads back to their Wagon. Opening one of the trunks in there, tucked deep in her gowns was a small locket and when opened, revealed a set of Corkscrews and an ornate wooden handle with two parallel prongs on it.
Walking back to the table, the Countess performs a curtsy with a smile to her beaming face which makes the onlookers change their less hopeful expressions with one full of happiness to see such beauty in their midst. “Good afternoon, may I try?” The woman in her young teens just looked at the Vampire with a playful face as she handed it to her. “Ohhh, are you a native-nya?”
“I am. You perhaps do not know me, but I am Lady Minuit of a very big House. A Countess.” She then takes the bottle and spun it around to check the label. “Ah, la Domainee Conti from… the Dreyfus…” she scoffed a bit after seeing it. “Is it a bad wine, nya?” she shrugs her head, popping in the corkscrew and then using the handle with two prongs to dig into the sides. “It’s fine… but compared to the grapes we use in the Minuit Domain, mine is far superior.”
With a loud pop, the wine bottle is opened and Alana hands it back to the player. “How do you plan to drink it then?” The cat then proceeds to lift the entire bottle up to her mouth before the Countess stops her. “No. I’ll get some wine glasses. Wait here. All of you.” The kids thought they were just silent, enamored completely by her looks as she soon came back with six wine glasses.
She pours herself a small amount and holds it up to her pale skin. “Hmmm… it's dark so that’s well. The cork has also not deteriorated and contaminated the wine. Hmph, I’ve always been curious as to what type of Cork Tree they use. They're so rare and hard to find…” she then takes a sip and she nods. “It’s good. Not as good as mine but it’ll do for the peasantry. Enjoy yourselves.”
Walking back to the bonfire, the cat player just pours the entire bottle into her glass and drinks and almost immediately, she becomes red with the wine and the kids slowly try it whilst the Countess looks around to see the kitchen near the bonfire was running at there edge, with so many refugees arriving from other parts of the camp as the players had more modern cooking ware with them, thus creating large surplus of food.
Without a single thought, she walked into the kitchen and approached the head chef, the man even though wearing a fine coat and suit moved around effortlessly with his staff. “Hm? How may I help you, Lady?” bowing, she returns the gesture with a curtsy. “Good day, do you need help?” the player’s eyes sparkled as he quickly gave her an apron and soon, the kitchen was churning out meals with rapid speed.
While on the edge of the Human side of the camp was a small outpost where players were gladly helping Natives in creating and reinforcing their weapons. She on the other hand found herself in the Mage’s lair, where Wizards and Witches from both Tur and Threa was watching in silence as their Level 200 leader bowed to Bahamut.
She looks at their large metal cauldron and sees the large number of ingredients prepared. “Wheat, Liver of an Animal, and Vials of Magical Essence. Hm. I’ll help.” hearing this, the players looked at each other, the Natives though confused at the oddly dressed woman in their tent. “R-Really?! Ah! You saved me, Goddess. We need to make hundreds of these since we’re giving some out to the Natives too.” with her arms crossed, she turns to the high level player. “I’ll hold you to a higher standard, be sure to keep up.”
“A hundred is easy anyways for someone like you.” She opens a Void Portal and coming out of it was a larger sized cauldron made of Black Steel and Gold. “Get me water and be sure to listen well. Bring other Mages closer if you want to. I haven’t done this in such a long time and never before in this form.” straightening her body. She suddenly opens her palm and a white fire ignites inside. “Hm? Goddess, you didn’t use your Void Flame for this? Doesn’t its heat surpass that of the Sun and could turn even the most basic of potions into legendary ones?”
“Tell me, Chosen One. Let this be an informal quiz. Of all of the Flames, the Blue of the Sea, Purple of the Underworld, Green of the Forest, and Light Blue of the Skies and Winds… and of course.” She then opens her palm, on it the Golden fire of the Gods. “The Gold of the Divine, which of these flames does not bow down to it?” Tapping the end of his staff on the carpeted floor of the tent, he looked down and began thinking. Suddenly, his eyes popped up in realization. “Wait, this is a trick question! All of the flames submit to the Divine power! Heh, I learned that from that Event when we fought that fallen God from the Pagan Era of Tur!”
“Good. If I were to use Void Flame, you would not benefit from the general effects. It’s far too strong, Divine Fire on the other hand chooses no one and helps everyone equally.” She also turns her attention to the younger mages watching them. “I don’t even think half of the bodies here can handle Potions made from Void Fire. Divine Flames can at least adjust itself to suit any level or strength.”
This made the Mage in his white wizard robe with red linings clap. “Of course, it takes Bahamut to control the unsuitable fire of the Void.” This made her smile and smirk as she sways her hand, the cauldron’s extremely heavy lid opening. “To those who aren’t as well versed.”
“Making potions in bulk is a hard task as the more ingredients, the more you need to balance the heat of your Mana and the need to watch the reaction of the ingredients you put in but there is a secret technique in making this easy.” She then uses her magic to place the ingredients close to each other. “Don’t be overwhelmed, since you have more ingredients to work with. You don’t need to hassle your brain and concentrate on mixing it all together. The essence itself works naturally, it's just tempering your Mana heat to not make it explode.”
As the cauldron sparks a white flame, the players and the Natives were in astonishment. “And don’t act cool and be stoic. If you need to dance to visualize your alchemy, do so. Don’t be like Master who never truly learned this important skill… or be like that odd man we met trying to fuse the ingredients without using a cauldron.”
“Hm? Why would your Master not want to know Alchemy?”
“He once said the dancing and acting is gay and only faggots do it. He’s angry he lost at the tournament we were at. I feel like he trusts that Black Steel Armor of his more than me sometimes and it's annoying. Hmph. He trained that body of his to take as many blows as possible and swing a sword. When return, I should force him to train his body, take in more potions and even maybe cast stronger spells.”
“Ahahaha, forgive me Goddess. I did not know you had such a Feminine reaction but such are the shortcomings of Knight Class players. That thirty percent overall class buff is truly impressive and they tend to build their entire avatars or even personalities over it. I tend to call them elegant barbarians.”
“Of course. I am in a Human form afterall! Hmph. Such is Males and their inability to accept defeat. But it makes them stronger as it did force Master to accept change.”
“Heh. How can you enter a tournament without using alchemy? He must’ve leveled up swinging his sword at every problem he met if he was that stubborn.”
“Hence, I came into the picture. I became Master’s potion maker and soon, of Eldwoods. Master’s entire plan is usually to swing his sword till it dies. It brought me many headaches.”
“I know the feeling. Your Master must’ve seen the manual and the process and opted out.” She smiles at the High Leveled Mage and a Void Portal opens, coming out of it. A Lily with a ruby red color, its stem, as hardened as steel. “Since I feel good today, I will make a better potion. Be sure to use it well.” The player and those watching could sense the strength coming out of the flower. “... Oh my… that’s an Infecting Demonic Blood Lily…”
“Okay take control.” she suddenly lowers her hand and turns around, the High Level mage panicking and almost tripping as he puts both of his hands up to control the White fire. “E-EH?! GODDESS!”
“I need to sit down and rest for a bit. I sense something coming.” She then took a spot in a bench, below it were all of the red vials soon to be filled. Putting her finger up her forehead, her eyes squint as she sighs. “GODDESS! The ingredient you put in is enough to buy a small Mana Core! I am not experienced eno-” The White fire then began penetrating through the exterior, burning up the tent roof.
“You are overdoing it. Control the temperature and calm your nerves.” seeing it, he leans in even more, gesturing for the other players to help and it took ten Mages to control the wild Divine fire. “Do you make sweet tasting health potions?”
Even then, the ten players were already aching as they began pulling out their staff, the Orbs on top of it cracking slightly from the pure fire that it was being forced to control as multiple white cubes were dropped into the cauldron. “GODDESS!”
“It’s just a bit of sugar. Make sure it doesn’t make contact with the Lily. Isolate the thicker ones and let the rest dissolve into the water unless you want an explosion.” One of the players began to falter, forcing a Native to take his place. “Argh! Your fire!” Bahamut’s eye lifts at the young man who took the place of the beaten Outworlder. “Hmmm? You have some courage. I commend that.”
“Don’t worry, I am still controlling most of it. Just focus on melting down the Lily’s stem. That’s where the essence of the Magical Beasts lies. Very good in boosting Mana and overall Health recovery. It might even level you up if you’re lucky enough.” After a good ten minutes, the water began to turn into a white color and suddenly, as the Lily bloomed and melted completely, the red color came and it was sparkling a rainbow outline. “W-Woah… this is… I can easily sell this at the Association’s Tower for hundreds of thousands…”
Hearing the clacks of heels, the Mages retract their heads from the cauldron to look at her, “Good. Give this to Chosen Ones with Demon blood. It should burn their bodies to a crisp. I’ll be going now, be sure to eat lots of meat. A Well-fed mage is tantamount to having a fully loaded gun.” The players quickly ran behind her and formed a line, bowing respectfully. “Thank you Goddess!” They then gestured for the Natives who joined in and bowed. “Much health to you, Goddess!”
The Top level mage in his white robe then looks up as Bahamut walks out of the tent, May I ask where you're going, Goddess? I’ll hand a potion to General Jackson too.”
“Just outside. Something interesting is about to happen. Hand it over to a golden blonde bloodsucker.” leaving, the Mage follows her outside and bows one last time before heading back in.
All the while, in the Medical tent, Elizabeth was busy in the removal of curses. Most of the people there were Elven soldiers, in short of a handful of players, there weren’t any Natives at all.
“Hm. Give me that. The Art of Blood Magic is also capable of purifying poison. This poor one’s life is nearing its end but thou shall not panic. This is a Curse type poison, one I can nullify and turn into Mana." She then looks at the Elf in pain as her hand touches his arm. “This will hurt, scream as much as one likes.”
Inside his veins, she controlled every blood cell in his arm, blocking the spread of the curse completely as she then used her purifying effects on it. The Elven Healer on the other hand with a Doctor just watched in amazement as their soldier was completely cured. “Huh, you High Elves are very lucky. The innate Divinity in your systems slowed it down enough for me to reach you." She then heads over to the other bed, curing them one by one.
There were two players at the corner and upon reaching them, a lay of her hand made her lift an eyebrow. “I’ve healed My Lord before… but is this the fragility of someone who is not as strong as he is?” to her surprise, the resistance of a Chosen One’s body was fighting back but to a detriment as the Magical Cells on a player’s body was also destroying it in its pursuit of stopping the curse from spreading. “We’ve been healing him nonstop.” The female Elf stood by the Vampire’s side, observing her Blood Magic once again get into action. “These Outlanders, their bodies aren’t akin to the Geraldians. Their very souls are also different with how strong they are.”
She squints her eyes even harder, seeing the resistance of the players was fighting back her own Blood Control, forcing her to micromanage the Blood Cells as she isolated the curse on his lungs and was then crushed by her help on the killer cells, extinguishing the curse completely and the player suddenly waking up. “Drink water immediately and expel the residue.”
As she stands up, the Elven Healer in her gold and bronze robes keeps a close proximity to her. “I am surprised you knew the composition of such a curse.” She then stops before approaching the next player, one of being higher leveled but with the affliction covering almost his entire body. “I’ve concocted curses myself, poisons too. This is not new to me.” she then turns to face the Elf, both of their height meeting eye to eye.
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“I’ve also dealt with the magic of the Outworlders, one that I even had to suck out manually. Their bodies are indeed different, but it's still Man in the end." She then looks at the Elves waking up and being given food and water. “I believe the difference mostly lies in the souls they possess. Outworlders have the special ability to return after death and resurrection magic is not easy to do, more so if a soul is strong.”
She then turns her attention back to the player. “Yet somehow, these souls can be resurrected with ease. You need weapons to extinguish the flame of a person's heart to truly kill them.” the Elven Doctor steps in, with his bag of tools, he squints after hearing Elizabeth’s anecdote. “I’ve observed their bone structures and even organs. Their resistance to damage can rival that of an Elf.”
As she leans in to touch the nearly fully afflicted player, a smirk comes to her face as she pours Mana into the arm. Acting as an igniter, the high level player's own natural built up resistance gets powered up and begins fighting back then more vigorously, his body lighting up and the Elven Doctor checks a pulse just for his finger to begin heating up. The Healer with her large triangular hat sees what she is doing and places her hand on her shoulder. “Miss Carmilla, are you sure about this?”
She then began pouring more Mana into the man, his arm slowly returning back to its natural color and the blackened and rotting skin caused by the curse was retracting. Blinking a few times, the two Elves raised their hands and began pouring their own supply of Mana into the player.
Before they knew it, he was once again completely awake. Looking at his muscled body and how it's back to its original state. “Miss Carmilla… woah…” the blonde Vampire just gave him a smirk and a pat on the hand as she elegantly straightened her body. “You thought using Mana would be too much for his body and the heat would put his natural Blood Cells into overdrive and kill him, yes?” the Elf just nodded as she walked up to her. “Do deviate from your procedures every now and then. The best Elves I’ve met in my long life were the ones who knew when it's time to not follow the path.”
Walking out of the medical tent, she scans the surroundings and the road in front of them leading to the Eastern Gate was lively with stalls. “Miss Carmilla, I do thank you for helping us… but I cannot offer much of anything right now.” she turned around to face her and smiled. “Do you have any silk or ones dyed in enchanted coloring liquid?” The Elven Healer and Doctor both looked at each other before thinking to themselves. “Hmmm… I do think I have some left. I’ll summon my servant. Lady Ulyante, please tend to Miss Carmilla while I return to my tent.”
A while later, she was walking through the Elven side of the camp with a roll of enchanted silk on her hand in the color of red. Passing by the large triangular white tent, she could smell the scent of an impressively powerful person nearby and stopped at the intersection leading towards its front door flaps. The two Elite Elven Knights guarding it could sense her power which made them change their stance.
She then just giggled and continued walking, the two Elven Knights sighing in relief as the Elven citizens just looked behind them as they passed her, enamored by her beauty yet the two warriors saw through it and felt the power that lies behind the veil.
Returning to their tent, the two others were already there, observing her Lord as he finally had the armor on. Handing the thread of fine enchanted silk to one of her assassins, she lifts her fingers up her chin and looks at her Lord. “Master, I adjusted the etchings a bit, how about that?”
Jackson was looking prim and proper in plate armor. “Heh, since everyone is here, what do you gals think?” Elizabeth and Alana both gave it a thumbs up. The Dragonscale armor has completely turned into a generic Medieval full set of plate armor, with only a bit of etchings and design, it was mostly just polished steel. “It’ll do, M’Lord.” the Queen then nods in approval. “Indeed, the subtle detailings also work better.” Bahamut then just stands up and smiles. “Hm. Master, you should go now and talk to that Elf.”
With this conclusion, he walks to the Elven side of the camp. No one bothered him there, wearing an obviously rookie design of armor compared to the Elves wearing polished reddish-brown armor that’s etched with the Mother Tree and Forrus herself.
Following the guide of Gwondlon, he reaches the location of the Patricia. With a small circular mirror sitting on the center top of the flaps into the tent with its door guarded by two Elite Elven Knights. He looks at them who didn’t even bother to sneak him a reaction as he fixes his hair a bit and with a clean wiped face and body and smelling good. He walks to the door.
“State your reason.” The Elven Knight spoke clearly and with a heavy accent as they blocked his entrance with their large Lances. “One of your Knights, Gwondlon, told me to go here if I wanted to find news about the Heroes.” They then look into the flaps, as if anticipating the answer. “Let the Man in.” quickly, they retracted their blades, Jackson just smiling and bowing his head as he walked past them.
As he entered the tent of the Patricia, the clear circular mirror hung on top of it changed colors to red. The Elf in there had long flowing grey hair. With a sharp shin and youthful features, he looks up to see the well armored human and the Rapier on his waist. “Ah, how may I help you? I must say, that’s one well cared for set of plates you don.” Having a fine set of red and purple robes, the High Ranking Curate looked far more dignified than most he met and an aura of might to match it, Jackson’s eyes seeing the overflowing golden presence radiating from the Elf.
“Dragonlord and Knight General Paul Jackson. I’ve come to ask about the Heroes.” as Patricia gestures for him to sit down, the man takes the offer and leans forward as he sat down. “Impressive. A Dragonlord…? What an interesting title. Sir Jackson, are you aware of what that mirror you saw walking in meant?”
“Errrr… no.”
“Lady Forrus once looked at herself from a clear pond. Her reflection turned the water into Gold. Do you see what your reflection turned into?” Turning around, he sees its color is fiery red. “Uhhh… a fire with a strange white-goldenish outline?”
“Hm. You possess the soul of a Warrior King, Impressive, truly. I am Maximus Patricia Sankta Uhm Thrium. Governor of what remains of my once great Border Region Allanthor.” he then stands up, stroking his sharp chin as he observes the player in front of him. “Sir Jackson… have you ever thought of seeing the fire of your Mana?” confused, the player slowly nods his head.
With his ringed fingers, Sankta raises it and a small energy is sent to the mirror atop. “Do look.” turning his face upward, he notices the Mana emitting out of his body was covering the entire tent, its color was a mixture of Gold and White as it flowed with a burning ravaging violence. “Now, I’ve seen a lot of things, Sir Jackson and I am pretty sure this is the fire of the Imperial Prince. A Hero with a Bloodline fused with that of an Emperor.”
Looking down on his hands, Jackson couldn’t help but express the happiness he was feeling as he looked at Patricia. “I was surprised myself, my companions have told me about it but this is the first time I saw it myself.”
The High Elf then proceeds to sit back down on his Grand Leather Chair. “Now, back to your question. Last transmission by the enchanted mirror was that the Capital Region had gone quiet. Elvennur was struck by a horrific Cosmic Spear and fell from the skies, crushing the teleportation town below it too.”
“Quiet as in…? Everyone is dead or what? That town, I’ve been driven through it before and they couldn’t all be dead… right?”
“Either that and they’ve spread out and become refugees. There is no longer a sizable force there.” A sigh then followed, the Knight General surprised by it as the Elf began tapping the large wooden table with a map draped over it. “Official reports said that Cosmic Portals opened on the tomb of our great angelic ancestors, coming out of it were the most horrid, repulsive, and unpleasant Demons the Cosmic Gods could muster.”
His finger then stopped tapping the table. His eyes look to meet with Jackson's, who has turned into a golden color. Its former brown is long gone and replaced. “Though… I do not know if this is good news but the neighboring Legion had told me that a Demon Army was approaching the border. Probably to link up with the Demon Army coming from the Human nations.” Hearing this made the Knight General stand up. “What?! The Army in the Portal Fortress is no joke! They are easily within the millions and busted through sanctified walls with those Super Demons! If the ones inside your Empire are that strong, if they link up with the ones from our side, it could mean two Theater Campaigns joining up!”
Sankta nodded as he crossed his leg. “Thus is the fate of warriors. Sir Jackson, there is no way for you to reach the Capital Region and investigate. I am afraid it's far too dangerous even for a Hero like you. Not with this war… extermination going. As we speak right now, I am in dire need of a way out.”
“Hm?A way out?” The Elf stands up and points to the East. “A great Evil Army is after us and if you came from that massive Fortress built by the Outworlders and is the only one to come out, I already know that we cannot keep heading Westward. We are stuck here.” the Knight General sighed and nodded. “Yeah, there’s a few million of them from where we came from.” The Elf with pale hair recoils back to his chair and massages his forehead. “And there’s a few hundred thousands possibly also in the million led by a Duke coming from the otherside.”
“Why not head North? Don’t the Elves have lots of ships and those flying ones?” the Elf shrugs. “No. We have to head South and even then, where would we go? My Legion is far below fighting strength and the Emperor is heard to be trapped fighting against the Demon Horde at Mount Harelm.”
Jackson, who was looking up and with tips of his fingers tapping each other. He looks down to the Curate and smiles. “If the one Westward is a few milloin and the other, Eastward is only a few hundred thousand… hopefully… Maybe we have a way out… when is that army expected to arrive here?”
“A few hours? A day is max as they do not normally sleep nor feed.” He then stands up. “Alright. I’ll prep my stuff. I am in the Outworlder section of the Human side. I’ll help around the camp as much as I can.” The man stands up and puts his fist to his heart, the Elf surprised by the gesture, returns it and Jackson leaves for his tent with a smile on his face.
As a few hours passed with the afternoon light now dawning over the camp, the red tint once again became extremely strong and the approaching Demon Army from the East appeared over the horizon, the Elves shooting flares up in the skies with there magic as the camp prepares for combat, the ones patrolling quickly racing back to defend.
Jackson with the two Vampires looks over the wooden spiked wooden walls made by the Elven Legion and to his surprise, the Demon Army coming towards them wasn’t anything impressive, though there numbers was still scary, he could see that there battered and tired, the Demon Lord leading them is in a bad shape, its armor smoldering still as its filled with dents and scratches, its face fully revealed to the world alongside the four large horns on its head.
“What the…” in his basic plate armor, the Ranger player he met before was with him and has a dismaying expression as he sees his armor. “Are you seriously a General? Why are you wearing, like, Level Ten Knight armor?” he shrugs his head as he points at the posts planted on the open field in front of the camp. “Long story. I want you to be ready to tell the Mages to use a mixture of Physical and Magical barriers when I say so. I’ll go and meet this thing in the field of battle.”
Hearing this, the Ranger’s eyes open wide and hold him. “What?! Are you insane!? Have you seen what those things are capable of doing?!” To his shock, the man had a smile on his face as he nodded. “I do.” as he smiles and his hands collapse into a fist, a hand grabs his shoulder.
Turning around, it was an Elven Mage donning the bronze colored robes of those from Elvennur. "Hmph. I was curious why it felt like the Mana of Lambrose itself was being emitted in front of me. Brat, you have a Dragon's Heart don't you? And the color of your Mana, its Gold. Did you get blessed by a God?!" With such a high and mighty tone, Jackson couldn’t muster enough of an ego to even match up to such accents. "... Did you seriously just call me a Brat?"
Without any hesitation, the Elven Mage replied. "Yes. I bet you five Certis gold coins I was already long lived even before your nation was founded." Seeing as to how he looks, the middle age yet youthful looks of the Elf was enough to make him back down. "Hmph. Alright Gramps. I am just here to ask some stuff and help around. Watch me destroy these Demons.”
Cracking his fists and neck, he looks at Elizabeth and Alana. "Girls, stand back. I wanna test out this Dragon God Heart without an Anti God Poison Curse in my body." The Queen giggled and smiled at him, taking a step back and bowing her head. "Be careful, My Lord."
Alana pats his shoulder before taking a step back and bowing her head. "Do not perform anything rash, M'Lord. Thats a Demon Lord with seven wounded Legions."
"Of course. But knowing Bahamut's Dragonbolt. I wonder... this might actually push me to train on Wizarding." with his head sideways, he gives them both a smirk as he suddenly jumps high up and lands on the grassy field. Behind him was the camp and the Elves and players rushing through the scaffolding of the wall as they got into position.
Walking towards the oncoming Demon Army. Bahamut watched closely and silently by a battlement as the two Vampires had a tense expression on them. “Hey jackass! Do you know your invasion has failed? Just go home already! It’s over!” The Demon Lord proceeds to step aside, revealing the Demon General behind it as the sight of a fresh troop of Hell Priests and Bishops appear from deep within the battered formation.
It made Jackson swallow his saliva as he slows down his pace and Bahamut, raising her arm to stop the two Vampires from aiding him. Her appearance out of the blue caught the two beauties off guard. “Let Master experiment and discover his new powers.”
Approaching him, the Demon General’s armor was still clean and untouched by battle. “Grrh. I will be sure to send your damned soul to-” the Demon then stopped at his tracks as Jackson unsheathed the Vampire King Rapier as its crushing power seeps out of its ornate scabbard and on his other hand, a Dragon Bolt of Bahamut was sizzling with the flames of a Dragon God. “Wha- grrr… just my luck. A Hero, King, and Dragon blood in one. Get the Priests to summon upon a Warmonger immediately. I’ll stall.”
“You speak pretty good for a Demon.” raising his Rapier as the Demon scoffs at him. “The trivialities of language do not concern me, Man. You will die here and we will meet up with our armies from the West and finish conquering this continent.” hearing this made Jackson look at his bolt and shoot it at the General.
It quickly zooms out of position just for the bolt to instantly change direction and right towards him, and with a single hit, his entire plate armor was red hot. “Ohhhh… even my Dragon Bolts are super extra spicy. Let’s get a few more on, shall we?” Ten more Dragon Bolts appear on top of him, all beaming with power as he points his finger at the General and Lord, the two getting instantly razed as a plume of black smoke engulfs their bodies.
“I am surprised even a Player with a Dragon Heart can do that.” Bahamut walked up next to the Ranger, making the man jump as she turned to look at him. “It’s no mere Dragon Heart. That is mine, one I’ve cultivated for thousands of years in the Void. It took me millennia to tame the Red Lightning and use it at will. Master should be able to freely manipulate it as he so desires." She then walks forward to the edge of the scaffolding and observes Jackson sending Dragon Bolts ruthlessly as the Elite Black Knights of the Demon Army attempt to overwhelm him with their immense speed and agility.
All it created was dazzling overlapping branches of red lightning, the bolts doing everything to make sure its sharp tip connects to the bodies of the Elites as a handful of them pick up the Demon General and Lord, returning to the safety of their army.
“E-Eh?! The Dragon Heart in General Jackson is a God?! Then, he should be able to-” the lady in black next to the Ranger smiles as she crosses her arm. “Of course, he should also be able to play around with the Golden Flame of a God if he knows he can do that now… I am sure he will soon as every Blood Cell in his body is soon replaced with mine. For now, just sit tight with everyone and watch the show.”
Seeing the Demon Lord and General’s silhouette disappearing into the crowd of Demon Knights, he slowly leans forward and changes his stance into that of a sprinter. Closing his eyes, he feels a sudden surge of an unknown yet embracing power race down his feet. “H-huh?”
Looking down, his entire body was lit up by a golden aura, the power making him smile openly as he dashed forward, penetrating through the obstacles that were the Elite Knight of the Demon Legions and towards the wall of tower shields. Barreling towards them like a bowling ball effortlessly toppling pins.
Breathing in, he puts his hand on the pommel of his Rapier and with a single slash, beheads the squad of Elite Demon Knights and the Lord and General. Not wasting the moment as he finds himself completely surrounded by the Demon Army, they quickly got into action and as one Halberd was about to connect with his cape, red lightning struck the Demon and soon, the entire formation was getting pummelled completely by it.
Though with their unmatched organization, the Demon Knights didn’t waste a breath to reform their formation and the neighboring companies sending reinforcements to them as Jackson felt a surge of energy, he quickly lifted his Rapier as it met the claws of a bald and pale faced Demon wearing spiked light armor with demonic sigils behind it. Its eyes, completely removed of any personality, gets into his soul and within it, all the Warmonger Demon saw was a bright blinding light that made it look away for a second.
Using Bahamut’s fire, he quickly summons her Void flame to his blade. His eyes surprised at how well it worked as the Warmonger’s claws began melting completely, forcing it retreat as the Demon Knights who were standing in utter confusion as to what to do got rattled by Jackson’s retreat back to the field between them and the camp.
He smiles, putting on his helmet as the Warmonger Demon has its bald face’s hidden tattoos appear, summoning with it a chain with a sneering tip oozing with foul magic.
Bahamut then stands next to him, spooking the powerful Dragonic Hero King. “Master, change of plans. Go back to the wall, I’ll take care of things.” with a blazing thunder on his eyes, Jackson turns his head to look at her. “... What? C’mon I was having so much-” his armor then began to flame up and before he knew it, he was on fire. “AHHH! AHH!!! BAHAMUT! YOU STUPID DRAGON! IT HURTS!” as he was rolling on the ground, she dragged him by the helmet. Approaching the two Vampires.
“Master, you just got powerful and already, you're being stupid. Save your energy when the big battle actually comes. You don’t need to get serious for enemies like these.” extinguishing the flames, she hands her over to the two. “Take Master back to the wall before he gets himself killed.” Looking down, Alana and Elizabeth could hear his long groan. “Ahhhhhhh… it huuuurrrtttss…” with their hands on his cape, they drag him away from the battlefield. “My Lord, while you're at it, I should show you something I made in an hour.”
Bahamut turns her head around to her Master who was dragged behind the walls of the camp that’s gleaming with magic protection. “Five minutes, Master and you’ll see something amazing.” Looking up as the oncoming Demon Army deploys its air units as the Warmonger Demon squints its eyes at the lone woman standing before its huge army.
Sighing as he stands on the wall, the High Elves try not to laugh at his burnt and crispy armor, still sizzling hot as his face was covered with some soot. “So what? You're gonna massacre them for five minutes while we watch?” she nods. “Well, I’ll massacre no one really, as I am really curious about something.”
She then jumps over to the edge of the Demon Army’s vanguard formation. The Elves looked in absolute surprise at the Human woman in such a dark but expensive gown walking towards the Demon Duke who was leading the battered army.
Meeting in the open field, the face of the Warmonger was one full of curiosity, black vertical tattooed lines on its skin running through its face then to the horns above its skull. Its armor was a set of segmented plates, making it look like an odd tin can turned into armor. “Who are you-” She quickly waves her hand, sending a flying blade of red lighting towards the Demon.
In its panic, it uses its sharp chain to grab the blade, just for it to explode midair and in return, sharp arrowhead tips of purple energy fly past her ear, causing a massive slash to approach the camp which was stopped by her magic. “Now, now.” the Demon’s eyes only squinted more.
It didn’t speak, merely summoning more chains which then began to shoot sharp arrowhead tips of purple energy Dragon which she effortlessly dodged each strike and attack. Jackson with the two Vampires just watched in silence as she continued to waste the Warmonger’s energy. The Maxmimus Patricia walks to them and stops next to Jackson. “You.” the Knight General looks around and then points his fingers at himself. “Me?”
“My Dux has told me that this is your friend?” he nods and his eyes open wide. “By the Lush Divine of Forrus, what are you? To have a friend so strong?”
“I call upon the Voidless Elder Dragon! Come to me!” everyone’s attention turns to the Dragon God, a Void Portal opens hundreds of feet above them and coming out of it slowly was a serpentine Dragon, with two gleaming horns and a body made out of the blackened void with the white stars being a person’s only pattern to its long body which ends at a spiked tail.
It had no wings as it began to swirl down towards Bahamut.
“Oh Bahamut, Empress of the Void, what do you hail me for?”
She opens her palm as the serpentine dragon with its long body circled around the camp, its stragen energy radiating off of its body whose scales nor skin can’t be seen. “Hand me a drop of your blood. This shall be the reward of a Demon who witsands ten of my blows.”
“Ahahahaha! Of course, such is a Dragon. To tease these lowly animals, please do wrap this up as fast as you could. I wish to meet them at the Gates of the Boundless Sea.” it then flew just right above the walls as a single gleaming white and black tear fell from its sharp claw and down to Bahamut’s open palm which she then localized into a small orb of Ancient Void Dragon Blood. “Hm. Return to your meditation, you’ve grown stronger already.”
As quickly as it came it returned to the Void Portal, the crack in real time closing. The Demon Legion got back to work in assembling its trebuchets as the motherly voice of Bahamut invaded every last one of their senses.
“This tear drop from my servant can give Immortality to anything. You Demons seek to take over the mortal world and gain endless power, yes?” she hoists it up in front of the entire Legions of the Underworld. The Void Dragon Blood was overwhelming with its smell and power. As if a single look at it could mutter one’s satiable thirst for strength. “Those who withstands ten of my blows and subsequently the battle afterward, I shall hand it to the last one standing.”
Goblins and Orcs in the second line quickly looked at each other, the Demon Knights confused as their cannon fodder began acting out of line with the Warlords in charge of them beginning to have arguments.
An Ogre breaks the ice, throwing a Goblin Lord to its scouts as it thumps its chest just for an Orc to come behind it and stab its back. “I will become Immortal! Ahaha! My Tribe shall rule Geraldia!” as it was then stabbed by a purple skinned Goblin, carrying with it a poisoned dagger.
The Warmonger Demon turned around and looked at the slowly expanding chaos, forcing it to emit a defying wave of purple fire.
It didn’t speak, its mere weight of presence was enough to make the Legion quickly return to formation as a Demon Knight Commander began rushing through the open field, its own Legion looked in confusion as it reaches its hand out to Bahamut who just had a smirk under her veil as its armor began expanding and soon, exploded into a bloody mess.
Its organs and blood paint the white armor of the Demon Knights as the Warmonger gestures for the Ogres to return to its duty. Looking up, it sends a beacon into the clouds. Bahamut hearing the stomps of the Uberdemonus as the neighboring collections of Legions turned their attention to the refugee camp.
Under the watchful eye of the the Warmonger, the Demons began setting up trebuchets, with the Giants soon arriving and helping them, the process was fast, with the foundation being rolled in and the arm already planted as magic circles were drawn by the Hell Priests, spawning out of it were portals for the Abominations and Undead to come out of. To the surprise of one of the Priests, their Sect Leader was gone.
Hearing the scream of a Priest, the Warmonger turned its attention forward to see a Bishop of Sin about to grab the immortality just for an Elite Demon Knight to quickly behead it, the Hell Priests that donned the same sigil on its back retracted their hands from the magic circle and began targeting the blackened armored Demons.
This in turn then made the Demon Knights to turn around as the Abominations and Undeads began attacking there top units, the Commanders spurring into action to prevent their most effective ground unit into crushed tin plates.
Approaching the formation from its East and West were far larger Legions, led by Uberdemonus’ and though they were also just as battle scarred and with their numbers not the same as the ones that assaulted the Portal Fortress, there strength was still unbeatable by metrics and as the huge thirty foot tall armored Demon sees the heart of the signal, all it met was multiple armies fighting amongst each other. Unable to take action as the Warmonger turns its attention to Bahamut.
It floats down to the ground and with its eyes now brimming with fire, it sends its chains towards her, which she just destroys with a wave of her hand.
Seeing as it's not able to damage the Human in front of it, the Warmonger changes its stance and summons upon a spear made from two intertwining poles, purple lightning hitting around the fields causing fires and craters to appear as Bahamut appears behind it annoyingly kicks it forward.
It swung its spear around just for her to already be gone and for the Dragon to begin pushing it around without the use of much magic. Though she did this with light strength, the Warmonger was just confused at the strategy of its enemy as a thousand long range fireballs appeared from the Demon Army as it began its hammering of the vanguard Legion. Jackson turns around and pats the Rangers’ shoulder. “Heh. The Hell Priests actually did it. Do it now! Patricia, be sure to cut through their flanks, let them fight amongst one another for that Immortality Blood. Take your time.”
With the Ranger’s extreme speed and agility, the player flip flops around the Elves prepping for battle as they get into formation and begin marching towards the Camp gate. Going through the Mage players and natives who with calm and relaxed behaviour begin to paint a magic circle and towards the All-Player Division. Elizabeth and Alana both had their sharp tipped helix ears twitch at the sound of the speed barrier being broken somewhere. “M’Lord, I recommend that you get down.”
“Huh? Why? We’re about to assa-” Elizabeth then goes around the Countess and pushes his head down as golden pillars appear inside the Demon Army’s formations and in the process, grows into blooming golden trees which is followed by gigantic thermobaric explosions. The Warmonger turns around and in horror, finds its army completely decimated as golden streaks swoosh above it and then turn around with precise movement.
More of the pillars appear on the arriving Legions, the Uberdemonus unable to escape it as the pillar’s golden translucent trees blooms and explodes, turning everything around it into ash.
Coming in from the clouds, a man in heavy plate armor, donning a blue cape with his dashing blonde hair and blue eyes lands right on top of the Warmonger, its scream in anger cutting short as its body is sliced completely in half with its wondrous blade.
Another, this one with his slick black hair and white and blue tabard on top of his plate armor strikes down the Hell Priests, a single swish of his blade extinguishes the magic circles, stopping the flow of Abominations and Undeads as he began sending flying blades of gold into the back formation.
Sparks of gold then appear from the horizon and coming from it were Ancient Elves in their chain and leather armor, riding winged horses as they cleaned up the surviving Demons from above, with a single point of there lance, a beam of golden light strikes down even the Uberdemonus with one hit and the Demon Legions in any vain attempt to reorganize a defense was crushed without a single breath wasted.
Bahamut just stood in place as the Demon Legion right in front of her was turned into ashes and craters. “Ehhhhh… they’ve grown even stronger… thrice? No… about fifteen times?” She watched as the multiple formations of Demons were broken up and sent into complete disarray, and for the first time, Jackson witnessed the fighting retreat of the Demons.
They showed some level of panic but with protocols in place, Priests quickly began to open up portals back to their world, though any attempts were quickly hit by the golden laser of the Ancient Elves.
The Knight who came crashing from space then kneeled in front of Bahamut as she laid her hand on his golden hair. “What took you so long?” reaching from behind his belt, he returns to her the Lantern of Kur which the Dragon gladly takes back. “I apologize, Goddess. The sixty Demon God Towers they sent after us was an obstacle to returning this to you in a timely manner.”
Landing inside the camp was the rest of the Heroes party, coming off from the backs of the Ancient Elves for whom the High Elves shed tears upon the mere sight of. The Patricia of the Legion walks up to one of them, dropping down on all fours even with the mud as he lowered his face down. “Oh Great, Ancestor. I can never repay you for your kindness in saving us. I will rejoice in your heroism till the end of my day. Please, do tell the Goddess I have served with all my being.” the Ancient Elf just scoffed and with its horse’s wings unfurling, took off once again into the sky as Augustus dropped from the skies with the Sword Saint and her party on his back.
Jackson with the two Vampires walked towards the Grand Prince, with Bahamut all giddy having her Lamp back. Hugging it tightly and swirling around as she caresses the olden object. The Knight General reaches his hand out and the two exchange in a handshake. “Goddam! Look at that! You still know how to make an entrance!”
Looking up, the Grand Prince blinked a few times, the expression on his face was full of shock as he did not even recognize the aura in front of him. “Sir Jackson, I am pleased to see you still here. I never once doubted you’d leave her to fight alone and I must say, you’ve grown stronger.” he laughs, lightly slapping the back of Sigured, making him almost lose his balance as the Knight General had a giddy smile to him.
“Holy fucking shit! You people actually did it! Hot damn!” Looking up, the Ancient Elves were cleaning up the last of the Dark Wyverns and Dragons as the sky was full of the golden trails their mounts would leave behind. “I have no words for you young man! Ahahahaha!” More explosions appeared as the Ancients continued to circle around the camp and massacre the surrounding field, keeping an eye as some went down to erase the profane magic circles and shut down the portals. “So what now? Are you guys going through every continent, clearing every Demon Army you come across?”
Sigured shrugs his head as he looks to the North. “Sir Jackson, we only stopped here to return this Lamp to the Goddess and gain her aid. Our true objective lies beyond the ocean and deep inside the heart of Vitas. The Capital of that long fallen Kingdom.” nodding, the man places his elbow on the Prince’s shoulder. “What needs to be done? I’ll help.” This made the Prince gleam in happiness as he nodded. “Yes! Of course! Another person of your caliber is exactly what we need! For right now, the gargantuan portal above the world is supported by the souls of the entire Kingdom of Vitas. That saddened corpse of a once great Nation is now but a battery for the Cosmic Gods.”
As Jackson’s eyes locked in, a smile on his face said all that needed to be. The Grand Prince nodded in return as the Maximus Patricia with the Players walked towards them. “You did great, Goldie. You and the Heroes. I could not believe your kind can achieve the ability to become stronger in the heat of battle like a Dragon.” Walking towards them in his silvery armor with a tabard on top, the young man with his shoulder length black hair raises his hand.
He immediately knew what it was and the two shakes hand. “So, you are the Jackson I’ve long heard about. Prince Theodrin of Gareth, pleased to meet you." Joining Sigured was the Wood Elf and the Corsair Cardinal. Already familiar with Jackson, he just promptly hugs the two, the Elf caught off guard by it but regardless, accepts the gesture.
“Hm! I, Goddess Bahamut, approve of your show!” She then puts the Ancient Void Dragon Blood into a potion vial, making it disappear as she observes Sigured’s Party. “Heh. Not only do you know how to look good, but also pick the best looking companions!”
“Goddess! What about us! We did our part too! Hahahaha!” Hearing the voice of the player behind, she just shrugs her head and looks at the Ranger. “I hold these Heroes for their achievements. Chosen Ones have modified souls, you can reach heights as long as you march towards it. The Man of this world have no such luxury, their Bloodline can only take them so far in their strengthening. To have such gifts and grow so strong in merely a year and a half. As Master said, they're the true monsters.”
The player just nodded as he blinked multiple times. “I mean… Goddess, we players fought well too didn’t we?” hearing the Ranger’s honest mind, she pats his hat with a griffin feather and smiles. “Of course. From Schon to Geraldia, I’ve seen the best of Earth. I am proud to have a person from your planet as my diligent Master. I hope you sing songs and write books of your many heroics.” hearing this, the Ranger looks at his back and the other players all nodded, including the Level 200 Mage. “Bahamut, can you sign my arm?” hearing the random comment from the crowd, a crescendo of laughter followed.
Bahamut circles back to Jackson as she hugged her Lamp. “Ohhhh, erasing an entire Nation from the planet is no problem now. Hah, I don’t need to be scared of going all out.” Sigured immediately stops her train of thought. “Goddess, our plan is just to weaken the bodies of the people there so that they may not be able to continue praying. We shall then raid the Palace and head straight for the Throne room where we shall stall the Demon King. The Sword Saint already has her part of the plan secured with the Princess.”
“Wait what… you're basically gonna go guns blazing?!” the Prince nods to Jackson who wipes his face with just absolute astonishment “D-Do you atleast have an idea what’s there?” the Prince shrugs his head as he turns to the Heroes looking from the scaffolding on the other side of the Pike Wall. “The longer we wait, the more people suffer and die. We must end this as quickly and swiftly as possible. The Demon Towers that’s long protected Vitas’ borders will be the first to be destroyed. We must do this before…”
Jackson tilts his head as he crosses his arms. “Before…?” the Prince sighs and after looking around a bit, he sighs and looks at Jackson straight in the eyes. “Before the Demon King realizes his Daughter is no longer a Demon and uses her Legions from the Underworld to bring more pressure to the mortal realm.”
The Knight General was silent, but this was then broken by Elizabeth flicking her finger. “Oh, Demons have no ability to feel empathy nor even love. Hatred and Psychopathy is all they know. He must’ve already known.” She then turns back to look at the Sword Saint. “Embedding the Demon Princess with Human Empathy means she’s no longer a Demon but a new species… I think Queen Elizabeth is correct. We cannot waste our time any longer.”
Sigured nods and collects himself. “She is also in charge of ten Demon Field Armies from the Underworld that’re yet to meet battle and are fresh, the best of the best, only to the King. We must stop this now as I fear we will only prolong this needless war further.” Jackson, though, grabs the Grand Prince’s attention again as he pinches the center of his nose. “Wait, wait, wait. So you're telling me the Gods planned a freaking Civil War between the Demon Society?! And we’re supposed to hope that the Demon Princess is not yet dead or brain dead by now?”
“The Demons can never be truly defeated, they will continue to exist even with the absence of their Gods but if we send a message hard enough that in this world, even their mighty armies can be thrown into disarray, it might make them consider their future plans. Those Demon Towers are conduits alongside the King and Princess.” The Knight General just performs a long hard breath before stretching his arms up. “They’ve already sent their best against the Known Gods and some against us as Mount Harelm. I am sure they are feeling the pressure now and if the Demon Princess is dead, that means another lynchpin is gone and that massive portal above the planet can be destroyed more easily.”
“This is batshit insaneeee… So what? How is Bahamut even going to destroy those Demon Towers though? Are you sure she can take those on? They spam those mega lasers like nothing.” The Grand Prince looked to the Dragon, still rubbing her face on her lamp with Alana and Elizabeth both just looking at her with a stare.
“With the Goddess’ now able to use her full power, we should be able to get this done quickly. I recommend shooting it into the giant orb floating on top if she wants to deal the best damage. The Legions guarding it will surely falter upon seeing such a sight. With the Towers gone, we should be able to meet a very weakened Demon Army and desperate Cosmic Gods.” he blinks multiple times as Bahamut was just in back, summoning small Void creatures. “And the lasers?!”
Holding up his square shield, the Prince had a prideful smile on him. “This is insane… this is completely insane..! But it might actually work…” he turns to Bahamut who then quickly turns her attention to him. “Since you're not burdened anymore, can you destroy those Towers?”
She scoffs and lifts up her hand, observing her nails. “Pfft. That’s easy, Master. I’ll also use the Void Liquid to disable the citizens of Vitas. Don’t worry, they won’t die.” Alana and Elizabeth both turned to him. “M’Lord, I believe she can do it. Seeing her ability to manipulate the water from the Void, she can easily turn this into a weekend walk.” Elizabeth then walks behind Jackson, leaning her head closer to his ear. “My Lord, you must be kind to the Demon Princess. She would not be used to Human Emotion, so guide her properly." He turns his head to her and with a slight tilt and a squint, she smiles back. “Don’t worry, My Lord. I am sure we will do well.”
“N-No, you want me to rescue the Demon Princess?” she nods. “Of course, what do you think I saw when you came to save me from those Vampires of Tur?” he shrugs his shoulders as Alana comes forward with a smile on her face. “Or what I saw when I was falling down after getting hit by your revolver’s bullet. That expression you’d unquestionably show when given a magnanimous task.”
They then turn to Bahamut. “What? All I saw when I first met Master was his stupid face.” Sigured couldn’t help but laugh as the two parties soon loaded up on the two Dragon Gods. “What about them though?” the Grand Prince then whistles, coming to him was the Imperial Prince of the Elves. “Yes, friend. What do you need?”
“Sir Jackson here is asking what’re we going to do with the people.” the High Elf in his gleaming plate armor of meteorite steel smiled and pointed his hand at the sky.
Wormholes opened, coming out of it were the Blimps of the Empire. Leading in front was the Imperial Family’s flagship and the Emperor himself standing on top of the bow with his hands behind his back and standing next to him was Thydis Trenthaus. “My parents and relatives shall handle this matter. They’ve also sent ships to Dragovh to collect the family of James. It’s time we get on the offensive.” Hearing this, and seeing the massive fleet, he nods. “Also, send some to the Portal Fortress and collect some refugees there. Though they might encounter multiple Demon Field Armies though.”
He shrugs his head. “It shall be of no matter. Uncle Thydis has perfected his strategy already. Sir Jackson and I must say, I did not recognize you. You’ve grown from a meager but notable leader from another world to someone worthy to be remembered for all eternity.”
“You flatter me, Imperial Prince Dydares.” he bows his head and fist on his chest which the High Elf gladly returns. “Alright, Sigured, I’ll bite. Let’s do this.” he looks at Bahamut in her giant form, ready to take flight and the Grand Prince waiting for him to go up first.
As the High Elf gave the orders to his Legion. Jackson loads up and hops on top of Bahamut who was back in her Dragon form. With the two Vampires with him. He had a face full of courage as the Prince looked at the corpse of the Demon Duke piled on top of the many other dead Demon Knights. “May your kind find peace. Deus Vrax forgives.” swinging his sword, the body completely burns up into divine sparkle.
The Elven Imperial Prince, who hid his entire face and armor with a cloak walks to the Human. “We must go. Our countries cannot suffer more. We’ve already taken long enough.” nodding, the Grand Prince opens his hand, the reins of a Divine Horse appearing as he flies on top of Bahamut’s body and they take flight towards Schon.
