novelraw Chapter 124: At all
Chapter 124: At all
I hadn’t expected it to be that powerful. Even though I was drained of mana, I remained untouched by the attack that covered everything else.
The Orcs were wiped out at once, and the blood pool dried up. The Awakeners all sought shelter, and even Kaelith paused where he held the pole, watching the undead he’d called to deal with my force die and their connection severed.
"Beautiful," I muttered. I couldn’t wait to see a light magic Awakener in real life. But, as always, it passed, and the room darkened once more.
Where one thing ended, another might take its place. New light shone from the portal. Kaelith dropped it and hurriedly moved back. The light shone brighter, and a sword beam leaped out, but before it reached me, an undead climbed out to take the hit.
"Aahahahaha! Those boys! They really did it! Wow, it’s really you, Kaelith! But look just how calm and fine the face of evil is!" Captain Ryker stood before us.
The guest Awakeners groaned. Why didn’t Kaelith kill me before the Tower Guards arrived? Things were getting very complicated.
"You’re here, Ryker! See, I get everything on the time recording artifact." Kaelith stood on his massive golem and moved toward the captain, and I threw something small toward him.
The captain caught it, and his smile only grew. Now his promotion was certain. This... was more than he could have wished for. "Then I will carry out the laws of the Tower."
I commanded my golem to pick up a man lying down and looked down at Lord Owen. "I’m sure this wasn’t what you expected when you were dressing tonight."
He managed a shaky smile. "At all."
"Then let us get out of the way of two powerful silver ranks." The golem moved to the corner near the door where all my remaining artifacts were gathered.
"Now we watch, and wait."
A flash of bright light, and then boom! The room shook.
"Why are you butting in, Ryker! This is a matter of the Chaos Cult, do you know what you’re doing!" I shouted, standing atop a worm that ran swiftly along the ground.
Two undead mages flew beside me, and at my command, they threw fire and lightning at the captain. But he was a stubborn bastard, following us around the room and cutting through any attack I sent his way with his sword.
"Ah! But we leave you alone because there’s no evidence! But you are different, Kaelith. You don’t have the support of your cult—they won’t clean up the mess for you! And you went after an Argent. Are you really that stupid? Come here, be my promotion!"
This must be the single worst day for Kaelith, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to improve. My mage erected a shield in front of me, and the attack meant for me clashed against it.
I was getting pushed back, and I knew it. Unlike most Necromancy, Kaelith must have a continuous supply of dead bodies to make undead. They don’t last long since his main control is in the brain and the blood vessels in the body.
Maybe he could preserve them at a higher level in his advancement, but right now, his undead lasted about a month, so he was at a disadvantage when it came to ready-made troops.
But why did it have to be Ryker of all people to fight him? We’re from the same set, and I knew just how powerful he was. We were equally matched, but Kaelith was at a big disadvantage in a lot of things today.
And Ryker knew this as well. "You can’t summon, can you? The chaos god won’t allow you! Then I don’t need to worry! You defend on that monster so much, you don’t seek to build your own power! A shame."
Ryker cut down more of the undead—sometimes he just kicked or slapped them really hard on the head. Always the head. "Why don’t you stop sending these small fry and just wait so we can fight properly?"
Kaelith was trying to buy time for the damned shield to come down, but it didn’t look like it was going to happen soon. His eyes darkened as he looked at Ryker. It was true he couldn’t summon the chaos monsters, but he had some of his own.
One of the monsters he’d spent the past weeks on: "Come here, come here! Snow Spider!" The space between us ripped and stretched, and before the monster even appeared, it fired a red bolt of energy that tore the ground and turned it to loose sand.
The head came out first, shaped like a woman with her half-body merged with the main head. Then the rest of the monster emerged, and I stood to watch. "You’re a big girl, yes?"
The monster was as tall as the hall, with a body that crumbled part of the building. Why was Kaelith using this oversized body bag to threaten me? All I had to do was swing my sword! I’m a warrior, and instead of mana, I was using aura.
But the monster wasn’t just standing still. Even with its large size, a spider is still a spider. Its leg came down with claws digging into the ground, trying to pin me, and it spun webs to catch me as well.
Its size, however, gave me a chance to weave between its body, and I began cutting into its joints, doing small but accumulating damage.
I aimed for the joints connecting the abdomen and the main body when another small, agile monster climbed down from the spider to attack me. Ryker was a bit of wet, swollen body before I sent him flying.
"So this is how you want to fight? I like it!" I got back up and ran again, dodging the monster’s numerous legs as it dug down. My milky-white aura had the power to downgrade things, making them brittle and weak—but only if I applied it to someone else. "I wonder if I put it on undead that are already on the downward downgrade...!!"