Just as he finished his sentence, his instincts made his hand move his sword. Parrying a gust of wind that was powerful enough to send him flying from the top of his armored horse. Bahamut had already opened her wings, making her hover while her Master was thrown fifty meters from his horse and the teleporter.
“Now, small beast!” John’s enchanted arrow strikes his armor. But the old man looks at it and sees it didn’t make a dent but its tip embedded itself on his chest plate. “I have no qualms with you Archer! I merely wish for the winged beast!” Treala then fires her own steel tipped arrow, it merely pings off his armor. “As if we’ll give you Bahamut!” her defiant voice rings out and Paul rushes past them and swings his sword. Sending a wave of deadly violet fire which the old man snuffs out with his long cape.
“No wonder you were all wiped out, powerful. But your neutrality shall be your downfall. Good at everything, excellent at nothing.”
The wrinkled old man swings his sword, parting the skies and sending rays of crimson bolts at them. The two Knights quickly materialize their shields and it tanks the shots. But Paul, who was on the ground, is buried through the hips from how powerful it was. Bahamut, who was diving down in her largest form, crashes on the ground below them, sending a gigantic earthquake that even throws the Demon General to the ground.
“By… by the Gods!”
From the billowing dust appeared her head. Bahamut’s face alone was bigger than ⅓ of their formation. Opening her mouth, she fires a massive blue laser beam. The old man with his tower shield jumps high and blocks it from absolutely destroying his forces. But came at the cost of him being sent kilometers away while the Dark Elves started using magic. Fireballs, Lightning Bolts, Spells and Curses were being hurled at Bahamut’s face. But her scales made it seem that they were throwing air at the gigantic beast.
A Dark Elf woman with a Rapier hops on the other side, dashing past the Death Knights that was trying to fix the teleporter so that they may return. The valiant woman who was only wearing leather armor tried to slash the chin of Bahamut. But before she could get close, Paul grabs her legs and with his suits buffs, sends her flying back to their lines.
“John! They’re trying to overwhelm Bahamut!”
“Keep them at bay! This teleporter needs to cool down!”
With his Greatsword in hand, he starts slashing at the Dark Elves trying to get closer as Bahamut’s laser beam devastates their backlines. Not even the giant ogres in full suits of Knight armor were able to stop her. Melting everything that came in contact in her breath.
“Frorr Dre Depus ‘ftte Rah korre! Harr ma’ ror!”
John and Paul’s eyes widened as their very souls trembled. Hearing the old ancient dragon language being spoken with a Divine and Motherly voice. The ancient spell lights up a massive portion of the Demon Army, but their tenacity was on another level as the backlines with ladders reached the chasm and started to drop it so that their soldiers may cross over, even with hundreds of their brothers burning in a blue fire. They kept shooting with everything they got at the giant dragon. Paul and Treala were already on it, the High Wood Elf woman was firing arrows at anyone trying to drop a ladder while Paul was kicking it down into the chasm.
Out of nowhere, the Demon General arrives at the frontline, the old man was so fast that he was able to jump through the chasm without a horse and jumped again, reaching a hundred meters and dropping on top of Bahamut’s snout where he starts using his sword to try to chip through the Dragon God’s scales. Telekinesis was ineffective against the old man, forcing Bahamut to spread her massive wings; its wingspan was so large the tip was past the Army’s reach.
Seeing this, John grabs Treala and with his sword, embeds it into the ground while Paul with two hands sinks his sword into the soil. Slowly, Bahamut starts flapping her wings, sending thousands of Demon troops flying while the smarter Dark Elves and Demon Knights use wind magic to prevent them from being blown away by her immense downwash. Soon, the Dragon God was flying, turning its head from left to right and even erratically maneuvering, trying to make the Demon General fall from the top of her snout.
Down below, John finally sees the teleporter starting again as the symbols light up as Wyverns start to strafe run at them with fire breaths and its riders, firing arrows.
“YES! JUST A BIT MORE!” Treala fires an arrow to meet a knife that was thrown at him, the Dark Elves deploy the ladders themselves and start crossing through. Though there were only a few hundred of them, the extremely skilled fighters were already enough of a nuisance that Paul wasn’t unable to kill all of those that tried to rush Bahamut. John and Treala started using their swords, the Death Knight with his Longsword and the High Wood Elf with her Rapier. Soon, the Demon Knights joined in the fun, making an even bigger mess. The two’s Death Knight armor was getting dented and scratched as they fought for their lives. Overwhelmed on all sides and factors.
Just as it was bad enough, a gigantic magic circle was slowly materializing above the chasm. Paul could see the Latin on the symbols, making him instantly know what was coming.
“PLAYER AOE SPELL! TAKE COVER!!!”
John instinctively protects Treala, hugging her as a giant ball of Mana is fired at them. Paul throws his Greatsword at it, making it preemptively explode midair, sending him and the attackers flying. The shockwave was so large that people from both sides were rendered wounded and shocked as the Wyverns were grounded by it. Bahamut senses Paul’s life stop for a moment, making her look down. Zooming in with her eyes, she notices the Death Knights body plopped on the ground. His armor, completely toasted and still boiling from the explosion. Looking back at her snout, the Demon General was still relentlessly trying to chip through her armor which he was slowly doing. Closing her eyes and sensing the ground. The Dragon stops and hovers in place.
After a second of pause, Bahamut enters a violent dive. Straight into the chasm.
“Wha-! What?! Are you crazy you beast?!”
Bahamut then folds her wings, from below, the mountain size spiky jet black dragon was hurling itself for a kamikaze with the ground. Making even the Demon Legion make a run for the hills. Not wanting to be wiped out from the giant beast.
“Have you lost it?!”
The Demon General jumps perfectly, landing unscathed at the ground as Bahamut’s body disappears and into the deep chasm. Down below, Bahamut could sense a perfect host for her human form. A corpse of a Divine woman deep inside it. Landing inside, she was so deep that only bits and pieces of the light from the top was piercing through below. Looking around, she sees it. A perfectly intact skeleton of a female human, even though it's been buried under dirt and water, the bone structure and color was porcelain white and could even be seen gleaming. Crawling to it and tapping its bones, she nods.
“Mhm, this will do as my human form.”
Closing her eyes, she transforms herself into an orb of shining Divine light. Taking on the perfectly preserved skeleton. Soon, thousands of Crimson Bolts are fired from the Heavens and into the corpse. Slowly, flesh appears and then the pale skin. Then an ornamental jet black gown with metallic high heels, a black Crown with the design of Dragons and a Crystal in its middle with the shine of a Planet’s core and to top it all off, a dark veil and a pair of shiny square pillar iron-nickel earrings.
She then opens her palm, materializing a Longsword with the design of Ancient runes and lost languages. The woman then parries at attack from behind, elegantly swinging the sword behind her to meet the claws of a ten foot tall werewolf with black fur and deathly red eyes.
“Phew, I still got it.”
Inside her view, the Werewolf could see a beautiful woman with straight bangs, just above her eyes. Without it evening knowing, its hands were already cut off as the woman reveals her Dragon wings. Taking flight and appearing above the chasm. The Legionnaires couldn’t believe their eyes, the woman right in front of them had the same shine and brightness of a Goddess. The Demon General’s jaw drops, but he quickly gathers himself.
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“I-is that you?! Goddess Mors Letum?! Have you returned from death to help us?!”
The woman points her finger at the teleporter, sending a small bolt of lighting, which immediately fires it up. It then sends electricity to the two Death Knights, Elf and their horses along with the corpses of the surrounding Demon Knights and Dark Elves.
“No human, I am Bahamut. The Dragon God of the Abyss, I am merely borrowing this corpse so that I may pummel you with two hands. Just as you did to my Master.”
This makes the Demon General take a few steps back. Hearing the Divine voice of a Goddess, he was sure that this was no normal Dragon God. Not even Queen Catherine was able to pull off such a feat, to take the body of a dead Goddess and use it as a host. The power levels were simply way too different.
“Now, before I render judgment to you. Behold, to those who shall survive my fury. Behold the beauty and the power of the Dragon that lives in the Void, the Dragon that loiters in the Abyss and leads those souls to their rightful end.”
She then points her Longsword upward, its pommel has the eye of a Dragon God on it, and behind her, thousands of fireballs appear as she slowly lands on the ground. Meeting the Demon General, face to face. The two were the same height as their eyes met. Her eyes were coloured Gold and its pupils were that of a lizard. Even through the veil, her pale skin could be seen through the open parts of her gown.
“Any last words human? Before I send you to the Abyss, Just as I did with the thousands of Knights that besieged my Labyrinth?”
“If Mors Letum is still in there, please save our Kingdom from this fate…”
“Sorry human, but this Goddess has been long dead. If she was still alive, I would’ve had a harder time taking over this body. But I met no resistance, and whatever power she had left is now mine.”
The two swords meet, and a massive shockwave is sent to their surroundings. Moving the corpses and rattling the soil. The clang was violent as it echoed through the chasm, though fighting a humanoid Dragon God, the Demon General was able to hold his ground as his sword slowly dulled from the insanely powerful swings of Bahamut.
“For a human man, you fight good.”
“Thank you for your greatness. At least this old man can die knowing his last fight was that of a Dragon God. It is truly an honor.”
“Maybe next time, do not randomly teleport people thousands of miles away?”
Bahamut sees that the wrinkled General was slowly losing his speed while she kept a constant nonstop blow. Swing after swing, like the unstoppable flow of Lava. She was relentless, but her momentum was stopped as a Dark Elven woman shot knives at her. Though using magic to stop it midair, she was annoyed that someone had the gall to get in her way. The second she left open was all the Demon General needed to swing his sword at her. Striking Bahamut with a quick slash. But the Dragon God wasn’t happy with it, as fast as blood came out, it instantly healed. The curse of Demon Sword instantly evaporated, coming from the very body where the curse originated from.
Seeing how futile it is, the Demon General opens his satchel and jugs on five flasks of green liquid. His brown eyes light up, parrying and even having the upperhand in speed as Bahamut is left to defend. The old man defiantly stood against the Dragon God, unwilling to die without putting up a proper fight. Seeing that the human man right in front of her was pushing his body to its limit, Bahamut’s eyes lit up. Her iris turned Purple and Red and her dragon horns grew on her head. The two large horns were facing upward, giving her a demonic look as fangs grow on her teeth.
“Ahahahaha, I can die with content knowing such a beauty is going to kill me. Do not hide that pretty face underneath that veil.”
The Dark Elf wanted to help her General, but the clash between the two was beyond her control. Each blow and each parry sent shockwaves that caused small earthquakes, the Dragons Longsword started burning, a beautiful flowy crimson fire while the Demonic Greatsword had a purple aura, hunger for the soul of a God.
“You're harder to kill than I expected, human. Boast this in the afterlife, that you get to see me in this form.”
Meanwhile, back at the Airbase. Paul and John are sitting on a sofa inside a tent, with their chest armor removed, enjoying the aircon as a large altar sits in the middle of it.
“So that’s what it's like to die.”
“John, I feel like we committed a classic blunder today…”
“Walked into basically the end game without preparation?”
“Yea, that Demon General… I can’t believe he is an old man. What power was that…”
“Paul… should we like… return?”
“Huh? Why? I like the aircon… aaaaah…”
Around them were also other players that had died, all relaxing in the sofas with their uniforms off. Apart from some mages, they were the only ones there in medieval armor, everyone else was in BDUs and Kevlar.
“Wait, John. Is this your first time?”
“Yea, yours too?”
“Uh huh. Haven’t died yet till now.”
“I guess this is why the Heroes are a thing here.”
“Also, yea we have to go. I don’t know how Bahamut will react if I am not there.”
“Oh shit! Bahamut! Paul!”
“WHAT?!”
“Bahamut didn’t respawn with you?!”
“NO, SO LET’S GO!”
“Fuck the horses, I’ll get a Blackhawk if one is available.”
“If not?!”
“Then it's the horses!”
Back at the Kingdom of Vitas, Bahamut uses her authority over the dead Wyverns to make them attack the Demon General. With a bit of necromancy, she makes the zombified dark Wyverns attack its Master, Many of them were killed by a single slash by him. But this gives her the opening and swings her sword, ripping his armor from the bottom top. “BLUEEGGHH!” the old man vomits blood as he drops on his knees. Seeing that she has won, Bahamut walks back to the teleporter, casually jumping over the chasm and activating it with her hand.
“Oh Great… Mors Letum… Guide me in the afterlife…”
“GENERAL VARDIS!”
As the Dark Elf ran to heal the dead General, Bahamut teleports back to the sandy labyrinth. Looking around, Treala was still asleep. The beautiful elven girl was wounded and around her, only remained was the marking of the skeleton soldiers all now despawned as their masters had died. Turning her head back to that of a normal human, she starts healing the girl while her head is constantly looking around.
“Impossible… I was always with him… where could he be? Master?!”
Fully healed, she princess carries Treala as she walks to the staircase. Slowly going up while her mind was going insane from the idea that her Master had truly died. Outside, she could see that it was empty, only the remnants of their skeletons remained. Turning back into her little dragon form, Bahamut flies high. Closing her eyes and looking for any anomalies in the air or the soil. Soon, she hears the rotors of two helicopters closing in.
Inside the Blackhawk, Paul slides open the door. Seeing the entrance of the labyrinth from the sky.
“Look! Treala! Told you she’d survive!”
“But how did she get up there? Wasn’t she wounded?”
“No idea, but let’s go. Alpha Team, secure the perimeter and make sure nobody bites our face off and perform emergency medical procedures if needed.”
The Ranger nods, tightening the straps of his MICH helmet.
As soon as the Blackhawk touches down and another one orbiting it, the Rangers immediately take a look at Treala. With a thumbs up indicating she’s all fine, they put her into the chopper while Paul starts looking around for Bahamut. Wandering a bit into the open dune.
“INCOMING!”
Hearing this, Paul looks up and sees a small black dart diving towards him. “Oh shit…” upon touchdown, the sand was billowed like a bomb was dropped. The Eldwood Rangers put their guns up, walking cautiously towards their General. Getting close, he noticed that it was Bahamut. The little dragon was rubbing its face off of the Death Knights chestplate like a Kitten that saw its Master return from a long day at work.
“Uh sir… is that?”
“Yeahh… meet my companion. Bahamut.”
“Roger that sir. We should return immediately, I am sure Colonel Jason would like to know more about your adventures.”
“Yea, and I need to go to the Vampire Kingdom anyways. God knows what those two have been up to… just wait… I think my back is broken a bit..”