As Zealot’s party waited, the clash between Belial’s party and the Honeybee Queen grew more intense. The Queen, her regal presence dominating the battlefield, fought with a ferocity that matched her imposing size. Her Royal Honeybee Knights, though formidable, were starting to show signs of wear, their movements slower and more labored.
Belial the Berserker himself was a whirlwind of power, his colossal sword cleaving through the air with deadly precision. His booming voice continued to issue commands, rallying his party and coordinating their efforts.
BERSERKER TORNADO!
"Look at them," Lilith whispered, her eyes wide. "They're giving everything they have. This is our chance."
Zealot nodded, his gaze fixed on the battle. "Not yet," he said. "We need them to weaken the Honeybee Queen just a bit more before we act.”
Minutes passed, feeling like hours, as the epic battle raged on. The throne room echoed with the sounds of clashing steel, buzzing wings, and the roars of combatants. The air was thick with tension, magic, and the palpable determination of both sides.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
BLESS OF GUARDIAN! INFERNO BLAST! BERSERKER ARMOR!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Finally, the moment Zealot had been eagerly awaiting arrived. Belial’s party was nearing victory; the Honeybee Queen and her Royal Honeybee Knights were on the brink of defeat.
"Now!" Zealot commanded, his voice booming with authority, cutting through the din of battle. "Let’s go! This is our moment!"
WHOOSH!
In an instant, Zealot’s party burst forth from their hiding spot and charged toward Belial’s group. Belial’s party, their hearts pounding with initial confusion mistaking Zealot’s advancing party for another swarm of Honeybee Soldiers, soon relaxed into relief as they recognized their fellow demons charging towards them.
"Good heavens! L-Lilith?! You guys are still alive?!" Belial exclaimed in disbelief, his astonishment palpable. He had been certain that Lilith’s party wouldn’t survive in the perilous expanse of the prehistoric forest, fraught with constant danger at every turn.
Naturally, Belial wasn’t the only one in disbelief; his party members were equally surprised. They too had been convinced that Lilith’s party wouldn’t survive the perilous depths of the prehistoric ancient forest.
However, what surprised Belial’s party the most was Zealot and his skeletal minions. They couldn't recall seeing someone like Zealot enter the dungeon with them. It was then, at this moment, they realized that Zealot was likely the reason why Lilith’s party had survived. Knowing Lilith’s party lacked the capability to survive on their own, they concluded that Zealot must have been the one aiding them.
For a brief moment, Belial’s party was distracted, but soon their focus returned to finishing off the Honeybee Queen and her Royal Honeybee Knights.
"Stay focused, everyone! Let's keep our eyes on the prize and defeat this boss monster once and for all!” Belial's firm command spurred his party to refocus on their goal.
The party nodded in unison, their collective determination reaffirmed by Belial’s resolute command.
"Let’s finish this!" Belial declared. Without further hesitation, they plunged into battle, each member unleashing their abilities with renewed vigor, fully committed to finishing off the Honeybee Queen and her formidable Royal Honeybee Knights.
CHARGE!
The Honeybee Queen closed her eyes in resignation, acknowledging her impending defeat. Yet, in a twist of fate, just as all seemed lost, Zealot’s party swept in at the last moment, intercepting Belial’s party's final assault.
CLANG!
The clash echoed throughout the grand throne room, sending shockwaves through the air. Belial's party halted in their tracks, their faces etched with a mixture of shock and confusion as they witnessed Zealot’s party and his skeletal minions intervene, shielding the Honeybee Queen from the final blow. This unexpected turn of events left everyone momentarily frozen, the tension thick in the air.
"What in the world are you doing?!" Belial shouted, his voice a mix of fury and disbelief. "We had the Honeybee Queen! Why are you interfering?!"
A mage from Belial's party, her eyes blazing with anger, stepped forward. "Hey, young man! Are you out of your mind?! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"
Another member, a burly warrior, clenched his fists in frustration. "What’s the meaning of this?! We've been through hell to get this far, and now you show up to ruin everything?! Explain yourself!"
Just a few minutes earlier, Zealot had meticulously outlined his plan to his party, ensuring they were well-prepared and informed. As a result, they remained composed and unfazed when the moment arrived. In stark contrast, both Belial’s party and the Honeybee Queen along with her Royal Knights were caught off guard, visibly surprised and bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
Zealot, his expression calm and calculating, stepped forward. "A strategic move, Belial.”
Belial's eyes narrowed. "A strategic move?! What nonsense are you talking about?! Are you trying to play games with us?!"
Ignoring Belial's outrage, Zealot turned to the Honeybee Queen, who gazed at him with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. "Your Majesty, I propose a temporary alliance. Together, we can eliminate a common enemy."
The Honeybee Queen's massive eyes, filled with regal wisdom, studied Zealot for a moment. The tension in the grand throne room was palpable as everyone awaited her response. Finally, with a graceful nod of her colossal head, she accepted Zealot’s proposal.
"I accept," declared the Honeybee Queen, her voice resonating through the grandeur of the throne room, its echoes carrying a weight of unmistakable authority and resolute approval.
Belial's party erupted into protest, their voices a cacophony of anger and confusion.
"Are you insane?!" Belial shouted.
"What on earth is wrong with you?!" another demanded. "Why are you doing this to us?!"
"That's right!" a third chimed in. "Are you attempting to betray your fellow demons?! Explain yourself!"
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"Well, since you all seem eager to know, let's cut to the chase. The reason I’m doing this is simple: I'm after one thing, and that's your party leader’s life, Belial Nocturnus," Zealot declared sharply. "So, let me make this crystal clear: if you guys want to live, leave Belial's party now and join mine. If you refuse, you will not be spared. Now, what will your decision be?"
Belial's eyes widened in shock and rage. "You traitorous snake!" he spat, gripping his colossal sword tighter. "You think you can just waltz in here and turn my own party against me?! You're out of your mind!"
One of the Mages, a young demon woman with fiery red hair, stepped forward hesitantly. "Is this really necessary? We've all come so far together. Can't we just get along?"
Zealot's gaze was unwavering. "The time for negotiations is over. Belial's tyranny ends here. Make your choice now—stand with him and face death, or join me and live."
The Honeybee Queen, standing tall and imposing, watched the exchange with keen interest. Her Royal Honeybee Knights, despite their battered state, stood ready to defend their queen at a moment's notice. The vast throne room was filled with a tense silence, the air thick with the weight of impending decisions.
Gareth, a member of Lilith’s party, stepped forward. "Zealot is right. We can't keep letting Belial boss us around. It's time for a change. Otherwise, we'll just end up as pawns in Belial's game."
Belial's expression twisted into a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with anger. “You son of a bitch!” he roared, his voice reverberating through the grand throne room. “Bastard! What the hell are you talking about, Gareth?!”
Gareth met Belial's gaze with steely determination. “You never truly cared about us anyway. Every adventurer who followed you met their demise due to your selfishness. To you, we are merely expendable pawns to discard when we cease to serve your purposes.”
"What?! How dare you blame me for their deaths, Gareth?! They died because they were weak! So why should that be my problem?!" Belial's voice dripped with anger and frustration.
The tension among Belial's party escalated to a breaking point. Gareth's persuasive words and the allure of a potential new alliance stirred doubt among some members. Despite these uncertainties, they ultimately still chose to maintain their allegiance to Belial. To them, Zealot remained a stranger, and they were unwilling to shift their loyalty to someone they hadn't yet come to trust or know well enough.
“You bastard! Enough of this nonsense!” Belial roared. “If you want to challenge me, then prepare to face your doom!”
Belial’s party, rallying behind their leader, readied themselves for the impending battle. Weapons were drawn, and spells were readied as they prepared to clash with Zealot’s newly formed alliance.
The Honeybee Queen, her eyes gleaming with determination, addressed her Royal Honeybee Knights. "Stand firm, my knights! This is our chance to turn the tide—do not falter.”
The colossal Royal Honeybee Knights, despite their earlier exhaustion, raised their weapons and prepared to defend their queen and their new allies.
Zealot, his skeletal minions at his side, addressed his party sternly. "This is your moment. If any of you wish to take revenge against Belial, now is your chance. Remember, Belial abandoned you all in the prehistoric forest. Were it not for my timely intervention, none of you would be alive right now."
Belial, seething with rage and disbelief, raised his colossal sword high, his eyes locked onto Zealot with an intensity that bordered on madness. "I don't know who you are or why you're doing this, but you must be delusional if you believe you can defeat me and my party!”
Zealot remained calm, his demeanor unwavering. "Belial, do not pretend to be virtuous. I am well aware of your past deeds and the kind of malevolent being you are. Individuals like you do not deserve to exist in this world!”
“Shut the fuck up! Die!” With a thunderous roar, Belial charged forward, his party following suit with a cacophony of battle cries. The clash was fierce and unrelenting, each side unleashing their full might in a battle that echoed through the grand throne room. Spells collided, swords clashed, and the air crackled with magical energy and the fury of combat.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
BLESS OF GUARDIAN! INFERNO BLAST! BERSERKER RAGE!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Zealot’s skeletal minions proved invaluable, their overpowering strength and agility making them formidable opponents. They engaged Belial’s warriors with relentless determination, their glowing eyes unwavering as they fought to protect Lilith’s party.
Lilith’s party, driven by a mixture of fear and determination, fought alongside Zealot’s skeletal minions and the Honeybee Queen’s forces. Their teamwork and coordination were put to the test as they faced off against Belial’s powerful Warriors, Mages, Healer, and Archers.
The Honeybee Queen, her regal presence commanding attention, engaged Belial directly. Her powerful strikes and immense size made her a formidable adversary, forcing Belial to fight with all his might to hold his ground.
CLANG!
BERSERKER TORNADO!
NECTAROUS BEE BLAST!
Amidst the chaos, Gareth found himself facing one of Belial’s loyal warriors, their blades clashing with deadly precision. “You don’t have to do this!” Gareth urged, his voice strained with effort. Join us, and together we can put an end to Belial’s malevolence!"
The warriors hesitated, the uncertainty flickering in their eyes. But the moment of indecision passed, and they renewed their attack with fierce determination. “We stand with Belial!” they declared, their loyalty unwavering.
‘Ha, what a bunch of idiots!’ Belial scoffed inwardly. ‘They wouldn't dare to betray me; they know full well of my ultimate power. This current form is nothing compared to my true form. Once these bastards witness it, they'll tremble with regret for ever daring to oppose me! Hahaha!’
Belial possessed an ultimate skill known as “Rageborn Transformation,” granting him the ability to transform into a towering 50-foot demonic monster. This skill mirrored Zealot’s Minion Berserker but surpassed it by not only enhancing strength and speed but also increasing his size, defense, stamina, mana, lifesteal, and regeneration capabilities.
EYES OF TRUTH!
Meanwhile, Zealot stood back, his eyes keenly observing the battlefield as he awaited Belial to unleash his trump card, the "Rageborn Transformation." This formidable skill was Belial’s strongest asset and the primary source of his confidence. Although Zealot possessed considerable strength, he recognized that Belial’s ultimate skill would still present some minor challenges. This awareness prompted Zealot to conserve his mana, preparing for the big battle that lay ahead.
As the battle raged on, Belial's party found themselves steadily losing ground, a testament to the overwhelming might of Zealot's formidable skeletal minions. Witnessing this unexpected display of power left Belial’s companions speechless; they had never fathomed that a mere Skeleton Warrior could possess such immense power. Every strike, every command from Zealot seemed to bolster the undead army beyond their wildest expectations. It was a stark reminder that their adversary was far more formidable than they had initially estimated, forcing them to reassess their strategy in the face of this unexpected challenge.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
BERSERKER RAGE! SHADOW DANCE! BLESS OF AURA!
‘How is this even possible?! To think we’re losing because of those two goddamn Skeleton Warriors!’ Belial was in disbelief; he couldn't understand how he and his party were struggling against mere skeletal minions.
Amidst the chaos, one of Belial's party members, a young man with wide eyes and trembling hands, cried out, "Belial, what should we do now?!”
A burly fighter, his voice tinged with panic, echoed the sentiment, "These things just won't die! Our attacks are useless!"
Another member, her face pale with fear, added desperately, "Belial, if we don't do something now, we're all going to die! What’s the plan?!"
Belial’s fury reached a boiling point as he realized the precariousness of their situation. His eyes burned with a mix of rage and desperation, knowing that his ultimate skill was his only chance to turn the tide of battle.
"Well! Since it has come to this..." Hearing the panicked voices of his comrades, Belial knew he had no choice but to reveal his true power now.
RAGEBORN TRANSFORMATION!
RUMBLE!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh!!!” With a thunderous roar, he activated his ultimate skill, Rageborn Transformation. Dark energy surged as his body began to swell, gradually growing and transforming into a towering 50-foot demonic monster. His muscles bulged with increasing size, and his eyes glowed with a malevolent crimson light, the transformation unfolding steadily before the astonished eyes of his comrades.
"Get back, all of you!” Belial bellowed, his voice deeper and more menacing in his transformed state. "I shall handle this alone!"
Belial’s seven teammates exchanged determined glances, acknowledging his command. With solemn nods, they respectfully stepped back, entrusting Belial to take charge from here onward.