COI C173
Inside the east mountain, the very core is breached. Puppets without their masters, they soon run rampant into the lines of the elves. The only sane monsters setting foot in this last defense are the rat men. Creating self-genocide as the last message of their demonic master wavers all around the chittering squeaks. One after the other, their fallen heads kept dropping dead to be consumed by their enemies. The heads though, they were indestructible. Hopeless still without their masters’ guidance. Elyrion casts a spell on the horde as the strong wind blown their bits and parts to dusty air. The east mountain is lost.
The last voice they could hear as the madmen are siding to the rat men’s authority “Failure is here, bring the scraps out from this forsaken hope. The heroes had prepared for this rejuvenation before the war. Take some as your last retreat to the otherworlders’ city. First fight the insane to be part of the army, they have souls still remained hibernating. Honorable and stable, bring them under the form of mana core. Only the commands of their masters to wake them up. There are still other realms under our controls, take it as your homes for now as the fight must persist. The rebellion must not be fallen by those invaders”
One rat man, holds the book of the severely rotten text. Shades in together with the dark magic. Its skeletal hybrid of chimera under the strain connecting to the head of the indestructible rat’s head. Worn in simple robes made out of the skins or leather among the nature’s beast, some are from the feral goblins while the rest is thick and dried unrecognizable. Empty innards from this creature erectly moving forth by its master’s order. Other rat men, worn in their armor from the Circoston region. The piled of supplies of weaponry and armor letting it into the dust. Not fitted in their scavenged bodies, and their cunning improvision continue as they used the remains to grow their hybrid bodies.
The drumming steps of the elves, in rhythm places their confidence at the front. The destruction sounds where the winds are chattering their fallen bones. The rat men need to hurry. Their weaklings take at the front as the back they tried to put their order under control. Few of the rat men bearing the punishment of their own horde. The chaos is already showing the link after masters and puppets are gone, the loud nonsense from their collection keeps destroying their own mana cores.
“Let us out!”
“Free us from this damnation”
“Take us to hell! We don’t deserve the redemption”
The rat men take the opportunities to take the mad men out as these pitiful souls are gaining their spiritual conscience. They foolishly removed the cursed they accept and trying to escape from the control of their masters. They are fated under the chains as they have no freedom among the dead. Their souls are connecting with the rat men, even if they like it or not. The pieces of their soul are shared among the horde. The annoying ones were encaged again within the mana cores, the next problems they are facing are the menaces.
Berserkers in wrathful tones, addicted to the destruction and sadism enjoyer. Without their masters to control their sanity, they quickly attacking anyone around them. Both allies and enemies, the elves attracted their attention as they charged forth. The rat men were able to trap some of them. The elves are taken more ground than they have gathered the small force into rat men’s cages. The rat man uses the book to cast its spell, the elves’ power is too much for this lowly one to face the elven gods’ wraths. Time is burning rapidly across the elven wind. They back further and witness the main room of the heroes’ landmark.
Preserved creatures into the void, the crystal seals, made by elven magic. The ecosystem of this world gathered as it was preparing the almighty world disaster. The Fall Era had predicted such event, and gathered all life here. Life that was Rune Isles, Cirtei, this massive landmark from the highest top of the mountain down to the abyss. The rat men need to go down, continue to collect the forces fell into ruins. The rat man who carries the book fell into the farthest depths of the hole, levels of sealed creatures and biomes. It fell and watch the chaos fighting between monsters.
It uses the book once more and trail down to the bottom. Dared to take the chances to find the evil ones. The willing to act evil, the logical monsters, the respective people with desires to bring the world under their rule, and the kings who are indebted to the mighty keeper of this world. Someone took its book as it keeps falling down, the sight of mysterious being looking at the rat men as it watches him before losing sight from the fall. This being has an aura of a mage. Neither independent nor insane, it whispers and chanting from the book it took.
The rat man feels the magic coming from him and fall down faster as before, it becomes a spell and used to strike at the bottom. The weight becomes heavier and in flames like a meteor, hardened the remains of the rat man’s body. Its scraps robe cloths are forged into magic writings, turning itself a magic scroll. It reaches to the ground and causing a large wave rising up in the brown red clouds. The mysterious being waits for the cloud to raise up, silencing the madness of the pathetic souls. Then hears the voice of the most dread servants, the daemos finest creation.
Multiple language quenches their confusion, and the one who hold the book understand them all.
“False gods had come for us”
“The scorns have served again”
“Orders have returned to purge”
“Begotten not made, the artificial one returns”
The mage hears their chants, giving away their return with the quotes of their beginnings, returned to serve to the most high
“To the lost lands of the south, we will meet my master. His voice is calmly annoyed. He is waiting for the host. All of you, speaking endless tongues. Drain all the mana being stored here, we will retake this place again as both faction needs these ecosystems to heal this world”
They absorbed what mana left in this place, the poorly formed spells made by the weak had been refined by their presence. As one of them see the elves entering this forsaken underground tower, the elves brought their elven wind magic to disperse out to this corrupted place. The monsters coming out unleashed powerful blows, They try to raise their weapons from the surprise attack from below, but quickly fell by the sudden barrage of impaling spears hitting them into the wind.
The sally out reports reach to Lady Coheld’s transmission, already bringing Guild Master Daygen into her side as the plan turned for the worse. The elves orders were never clear at first, but now they understand a little about it. Lady Coheld have to explain the Enders with her telecoms.
“Our enemies have gained some conscious, and found more than just slaves. They are sally out and heading to the ampstalk massive tree near Isekai City. It is too dangerous to fight them there. The Eldesunes will aid us in this chase or let them be to the city’s doom”
The Dexter Guild members were the first making contact with them from the bed rock. Equipped with elven runes as they fire their weapons. The high ranks guild members are barricading the tight channels, as the monsters are only using minions’ bodies. The scanner indicated there is something big inside waiting, there are also readings of power levels as demonic mana reserves are transported. The mana impulse release into the channel, trying to neutralized them. Their power armor is strong enough to withstood the magic, until their energy was attacked and manipulated.
One of them throws an emp and shut themselves all down, a self-denial attempt from not getting corrupted by the demonic influence. The monsters tried to claw their way on their armor, and many being drained as they touched them. The demons’ puppets destroy the minions as they absorbed them back into their mana core. They witness the enemies’ power armor troopers in perfect condition, yet limited energy in their suits. A lone spark coming from them as they tried to drain Dexter Guild’s energy suits. It wasn’t able to get it, the emp blocked them from the circuitry charge nor circulate the electrical current.
There is one puppet had the same power armor, more twisted and dangerous as it carries demonic magic within the lifeless shell. The breath flows out with red mist from its helmet and the surging of mechanical weapons from a single weapon, a mace trying to tap their power armors. The strong groan* of rage from its whispering agitation. The puppets continue to move on, while this one is scanning them, and failed. The guild members are cloaked and blocked any signatures that the puppet could find. As the puppet machine reaches to its lowest energy capacity, it turns itself off and absorbed by the passing puppets.
The Dexter Guild members who were emp, heavily armored and secured from the puppet’s sally out. Now only as signal beacons, they recognized the message quite clearly. Lady Coheld’s message is true, they are more than just slaves. These puppets are veterans or the ambitious daemos’ honor. Honorable enough not to let these men laying down, and killed by their idleness. The puppet mage appeared before them with the rotten book, it opens the page and study the falling down power armor.
“You can’t trick the legends of the demon faction. You’re just replicating the acting bombs”
Inside the Dexter Guild Armor, is the ai controlling the power armor. Artificial organs as bait for the daemos or any magic casters to identify them as alive. What lies inside of the machineries are the rune bombs. If the puppets are trying to kill them, it will explode and freely loosen the concentration of the mana core and leak the trails for the main force to track them down. The puppet mage reads among the pages. Not under the name of the Dexter Guild, but according to the experimental data of a so called, forgotten, espionage files.
Somewhere from the underground network, the high ranks have brought back the other robotic power armors into their hideout. Their local transmission, not connecting to the main international network, have brought online detection on the AIs. They are still fine, and they send their transmission into sound codes through the caves. The echoes among the cave heard both monsters and living beings. Finally, the noise reaches to the studists and contact Lady Coheld.
“What?! Norvait’s, it is too obvious that they are from the Circoston region”
“Archscientist, we are commendable hearing only through sound coding. They can’t make a proper detail as memory served as a scar”
“A soul that able to remember, this is one of them. They still reside in this world. I guess I must leave this place and prepared another visit”
She shuts off the contact and said her goodbye to Guild Master Daygen. “I have some urgent things to do to help Isekai City. Take your time to deal with the menace, and please take down certain elites among our enemies’ retreat”
The enemies are getting out to the surface, the unclear vague of the fog made it harder for Daygen to see how many they are and forcing their way to the tree. No matter, he senses Yui’s party is already fighting the feral spirits. It is a great timing for a distraction to get himself close to them before the monsters made it there. He channels his spells and ordered the elf escort, the spell forms into a size of a marble and handed over to her.
“Send this message to my guild”
“But Guild Master, you are unprotected against the demonic army”
“I have given you, my authority. Please, don’t questioned it and this will harden my will up to you”
Elf was about to bow, and the marble forces her to nod instead. She looks at the marble that possess so much force to make her not properly showing her respects in the elven matter. She begins to leave as Daygen feels himself to be a more stubborn minded than he had thought. One of the Guild Masters come out from the cave and seen him alone.
“Where’s your escort?”
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“I gave her an order”
“An order? Then you have brought your own gears into the fight, right?”
“Yes, I’ll rather lead to where my hands dwelled into the spoils of my enemies”
“Heh, you’re pretty young for a man who had the past generation of conquerors”
“Will it inspire you to know I found it in my guild’s archives?”
“No, because books record, not replicate, and it can only do many ways for the same results”
The elf rushes forward to the designated areas, the marks of ruins around the forest as its hailing ceilings of dead tree trunks are gone. Torn apart on her feet as its chipped barks on the ground. The fog is mix with the demonic mana, she carefully wears a cloth to wrap around her mouth and nose, then hangs it carefully to her long ears. Hidden across the short distance, the marble on her hands protected her from an ambush. Dark silhouette as its size matches from the dead race. It’s medium size height, a race that dies and never returned.
She stops and flashes it with her elven magic. A powerful bearing light exposed the humanoid. As she quickly slashes down without any effort. The humanoid fell and shows only a glimpse of its corrupted body. It’s pointy ears and matured adult face, less of a dwarf because of its medium thick body.
“Del neurgia”
Barely speaking to its original language, the forest kins, small humanoids who lived among the forest. Almost human, but beastly in structure without furs. She knows that this race was lost, because they sided with the demon faction. History only tells to her knowledge. They were shamed by the heroes because of their immoral practices. The marble shines on her hand and continue to move on.
The slashed forest kin, rooted out the hidden vines from the corrupted roots from below. The voice coming out from its shriveled entanglement. The dust tries to crystallize the mana it has, but it only transforms itself into a shell. The trapped forest kin had turned into a ball, rolling to where the elf is going. Gaining its magic spells inside waiting for release. It didn’t last long as Daygen breaks the shell and release the forest kin’s germinated spore coming from the inside. The flames purged its spores and the scent attract the other puppets to go there. Daygen takes some of the spore and leave that place.
The elf made it to where Yui’s party is. Blindly focusing against the monsters, they could find. Along with another elf is watching over them, she saw the emblem on his armor.
“The front line from inside the landmark. Why are you here?”
“An entrusted traveler? Where’s your client?”
“I was ordered to go here. How about you? What brings you out here wearing the Mylnoie’s emblem?”
“I don’t have much time to explain. For now, I am here to see what the demon faction will do next”
They turned around and see the Raker Mawn guild had finished off some parts of the area. Yui keeps them pushing through towards the massive tree, a few more days of fighting.
Kiege’s lamp is spinning out of control. It traces the magic source at their backs. She raises up to the air and let the others know what’s going on. Juela sees it beaming with light spinning around raying in a specific direction. The lamp stops and pointed out to the elves, talking together. The elf hands yanked as it holds the marble of their guild master, almost letting it go closely to her fingers. Yui spotted it and slashes out the light from Kiege lamp.
“The message of our guild master is here, where is he now?”
The elf shakes the marble as how intense the strength it pulled out from her hand to her fingers.
“He is at the back, and brought me here with this”
The marble is pulled off from her hand. Yui didn’t hesitate to use it and the marble release the refraction of Daygen’s magic. The beacon shines from afar where Daygen sees it. He is teleported to where Yui’s holding the marble. His presence caused a vortex spinning around in a polarity where only feral spirits are being pulled into it. The spirits disperse and leaving trails of the ceremonial plant around them. Daygen appeared and ordered out his guild.
“The enemies are defeated at east mountain. They are fleeing to the massive tree. Casters! Ready yourselves with the elven wind”
The Enders guilds separated themselves from the elven forces. The reports from Dexter Guild had made this far and regroup outside beneath the Jigeram’s light. The elf who stayed from the dungeon had appeared to the Raker Mawn guild. Daygen greeted his arrival
“Weissen Hardt, you are joining in our rank”
“The youngling, it’s been hard to recognize your kind to age that fast”
The two elves meet up with him and respectfully show their manners “Sir! We’re glad you’ve joined their ranks. Will the other brothers will join us as well?”
“They are still under guidance to Elrond. I am here to aid what they messaged me”
The ground is shaken. Daygen casts his spell the shakes within their position, the dusts quickly froze it but still able to hold from the ground up from the quake. Other guilds did the same, some of them were attacked. Large numbers of puppets in militaristic soldier avatars appeared in different locations. Magic spread in all out assaults, blasting in many crystallized dusts. The Raker Mawn guild formed up including the elves sending their elven light winds around their auras.
The light breeze from the fog shows flashes of light across the wind. The Enders Guild are taken the fall and forced to be taken by the elven gods’ care. Through the shape of battle is being formed, the fog disappears and flows out the corrupted air. Juela and Yui cast their spell around them, and create a protective barrier. Kiege and the other front pulled out one of their enemies into the barrier. One of the guild members throws a hook and caught more of them.
They raised their magic pikes and impaled them and made the monsters into their shields. Daygen handles the monsters from squirming, he grabs their heads and twists it. A loud bone cracks and enhanced with his magic to create a sonic boom to push away the unnecessary limbs dangling at their body made shields. They saw something coming, an unknown threat landing down in their protective barrier. The pierced holes leaking out dark waters into the barrier. Juela uses her sash scrolls to deflect the dark watery fluids, it drops more with dusts polluting their mana control.
The barrier breaks open and the guild members are fighting back. Kiege raises her lamp and the taints of the light shows the demonic magic is stretching its own luminous spells. Her lamp spins and activate some of the magic scrolls. It stops and uses the magic on the frames, many spells release in fast motion buffing and damaging her enemies with haste. She turns around and follow the movement of the enemy’s spell pushing off her comrades without stopping. The phenomenon reaches to her back, but the lamp stops it before reaching her head.
Kiege was able to take it up with her lamp and completely burns her magic scroll from the lamp frames. Removing it to unleash its full potential, it pulls the magic force from the caster right before her. She pulls out her weapon and stab it, while using her other hand to pierced through its gut and grabs its core. A powerful flow of magic surging through her armor. Her armor is absorbing the corrupted mana denting her armor tearing it apart before her flesh. She pulled out the core with the rest of its bones merging with it. Kiege grabs the pieces of the bones. Tear it apart before it reacts. The bones scattered then fell into dust after.
Juela is protected with the other mages. The enemy strikes down at them and the mages pushes her away. Both of the mages forced themselves into the elven light winds, leaving some spells before they using their bodies as shields for her. The enemy fell to the ground as they left their robes as sacrifices to sown up to its limbs. The threads become alive as the robe unwind itself to become web to fully wrapped it. The linen absorbed the powers it has then spread to the Juela’s sash scrolls.
The magic countered her own control as her sashes are resisting from the wild fire bursting around them. The flow of magic turned to her side and force through into enemy. The wrapped are hardened, strong as steel, and crushed the enemy inside. The sounds of the creature being crushed, but it didn’t let itself fell to ashes. It won’t last long as Juela’s sash multi layered her spell and try all elemental spells from this world has. It quickly destroys when a certain magic attribute broke it.
“So, its weakness is spirits. Shamanism”
She turns around and got taken into the elven wind. Kiege saw her gone as she tries to warn her.
“Damn it! Juela isn’t aware enough in her surroundings while focusing on one thing”
Kiege dodges another attack from the enemies. She stands before more enemies, these avatars they are facing are no jokes. The Enders are falling back. These souls are using are better than last ones, bringing out more dangerous avatars with heavily equipped weapons. Kiege was pushed back. Like Juela, the other mages have no advantages when the Jigeram’s light keep pestering them, lowering their chances to stay in the fight.
Kiege feels someone is pulling her into the group. The Raker Mawn is regrouping, removing the spell casters from their ranks. The three elves joined them as their formation is setting well against the enemies’ encirclement. However, there is one is persistent enough to stay. Yui is reequipping into a different armor set. Her mage like gears turned into rune gears. Kiege can’t believe she’s still here with them. The rain of projectiles coming at their way. Elves blocked it with their wind barriers.
Yui was pulled into Kiege side as she yanked her hair up to her face. “Stopped with your stubborn pride and follow Juela’s”
“Stubborn pride?! She can handle herself with the care of the elven gods. I am still had my own expertise beside magic”
As the two argued behind the guarding front. They let their childish way play along within the battlefield. They offered well with their performance as before, yet without a proper coordination against these strong foes, they will be taken out like the rest.
Daygen and the rest of the armed front took the enemies mana line and pulled them into their front. Hands reach out at nothing, gripping at nothing, then pulled their enemies in. The avatars forcefully pulled and pierced through as they appeared before their pikes and spears. The front continues to pull and the back pushed, the shields still hanging among the avatars’ body and it’s chopped off limbs. Impaled and continue to fight on. Daygen braces it as the spells breaks through his armor, his armor becomes alive and channel through to his weapons. Flowing through the dusts and magic causing an explosive blunt attack. He able to break through shout out to everyone around him
“FORWARD MEN!”
The master speaks out, the elves followed their step to their guild master. The shocks were forced them in awe as others heard him. Made them forgotten that this guild has a legend. The loud shouts heard from the distance, the clanging noise, and more echoes of clangs between steels. The Raker Mawn guild members from different groups are forming up through the words of Daygen. Something fell to their position as one of them able catch it. An impaled enemy, carefully maimed to no limbs and its core too stubborn to die. They pulled out the weapon and strengthen the wielders might.
They are sending them with better equipment along with the bodies. The elves watch the weapons and armor thrown at them using only the corpses of their enemies as package containers. The twisted idea of bringing in the equipment without exposing to the enemies’ notice. It is barbaric, but Weissen understand why. There was a legend about using the materials of the demons’ puppets. The bodies it flew to them has some special property. Hidden away, and scattered the parts so they couldn’t be whole again. Throwing them around means the bodies will recollect on its own.
Daygen gathered enough equipment he needed, and see the body parts and their body shields being pulled from their hands. Finally, the puppets are concentrating the remains to its last resource piles. He signals his guild to back away then brings along with the most experienced. A random shot fired close to them as the veterans of the Raker Mawn guild had entered the guild master’s ranks, Voldemyr had come to his aid. Weissen joins them and said to the others
“Is this the might of the Raker Mawn guild? Allow me to join and witness its glory again”
Most of the Raker Mawn guild members’ best are gathered to him. Daygen had thoroughly formed his own little group. He looks around and ask among his guild members.
“Where’s Spokesman?”
“You have forgotten, Lilith demands her love”
“Sigh* If the elder lady hears about that. We won’t be having a short discussion here”
“Voldemyr, would please stop repeating the quotes to everyone you’ve meet. Lilith demands? I have heard enough for a demon in her eternal life”
Daygen silences them “We need clear off this threat quickly. They don’t deserve a chance after they let east mountain fall”
All of them brought out their weapons, carrying the powerful weapons on their sides.
No hesitation, they pushed forward. Only five of them, Daygen and Voldemyr are more eager to the front while the rest of the two looking at the fifth one. Weissen is being overlooked and they said to him.
“Bear the old ways of war”
The elf recognizes those words and never been hate for it “Then show me that you are the sons and daughters of the old ways”
They show their weapon, the middle-aged woman carries a threatening halberd, the other one carries only a banner. Both polearms showing to the elf how they used it.
The concentrated area is filled with unimaginable powers. The same powers who dwelled endlessly to the depths of Rune Isles. The Raker Mawn guild is the first at present of it. Yet there are more of it spreading throughout the area escaping further to the tree. These are one of them. Daygen pulls out the mana cores from his bags, all five of them carrying more than they have it. The mana cores are forcing the monsters to back into the fight. The fleeing threats are taunted by the sheer power of the mana core, opening the demonic presence that they desperately need.
The abomination brings forth, all fully rebuild into their original avatars at full strength. Their true forms are revealed under the sigils and arts marked on their bodies or armor, flesh or steel, souls or neutral mana. Weissen sends the first attacks and brought wisps, setting everyone in flames under the nightly fire. The avatars send their fighters in armor and weapons. Shielded and bladed into their finest deadly stance. Weissen got hit from a shield bash, and bashes back with his own elven might. The wisps enforced it in the night fire. It burns the avatar in grey fire and fell to the ground.
The halberd sweeps up to the air using the body slice through with an aurora cut to the enemies at the distance. They broke easily by the elven magic. Others from the sides comes in and attack the bannerman. The cuts through his armor, his banner glows under the sigils of the Raker Mawn guild. Casts multiple abilities at the enemy, and only blinded it. The bannerman pierces the banner on the ground and sweeps it to the sides. The ground cracks, and the banner washed in dusts. The blind avatar fights back. The bannerman parried it and enhanced it forward against his enemies. The avatar attacks its own and breached through both Enders and demonic magic.
Daygen sees the bannerman has taken the powers of the demons. The banner is raised and buff their party into the demons’ might, as the chant sounds out from the bannerman with his banner tapping on the ground in demonic bells
“AAH!”
The cheers boosted them into the frenzy strength. Voldemyr raises his crossbow and fires at the enemies from the back. The avatars defenses were impaled. The bolt is chained and wired to the crossbow. Voldemyr reloads as the bolt is returning to his position. The avatars struggling to remove and pull back from his reloads.
The avatars are fighting back, as their blows connect. They were taken down senselessly as it pieces through their bodies and torn to shred. Daygen spills some blood as their own and dropping their own armor to pieces. The bannerman keeps cheering as he heals them. The faults of the demons’ puppets had brought out. Daygen sliding off his weapons and gives his enemies another powerful blows. Weissen fill up the avatars broken bodies and implodes out into bursts of air. Unleashing destructing combination among the two
Where the battlefield is cleared, the souls of the forsaken had scattered to another place and be reborn again. Daygen sees more and more of the souls concentrated elsewhere, where his small party is drenched with neutral mana. They continue to move on, and ceased their invasion to the south. The five continues to push where more of the Enders are coming to aid them. This is the end of the elven conquest. Let the last squanderers died to the siege of Isekai City.