Errata: Combination Strike was already the very first Ability she had for [Spear]. The ultimate has changed.
* Spear Soul (U): Double damage and accuracy Proficiency bonuses wielding spears. You gain (P/100) Magic and all Spiritual Attributes.
Level 100
Strength*: 188+97 (285) - Dexterity*: 188+128 (316) - Endurance*: 188+115 (303)
Mind*: 188+96 (284) - Willpower*: 188+116 (304) - Charisma*: 188+105 (293)
Magic*: 460+129 (589) / 940 - Faith*: 161+38 (199) / 940
Ego*: 188+114 (302) - Luck*: 188+126 (314) - Soul*: 188+126 (314)
HP 1.627.694.534 (15.566.903 HP/s)
Energy 1.700.295.297 (2.759.626 E/min)
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The Brood-trollop's Core-crushing-golden-disk started a cataclysm. The magical energies of the Ethereal world freely crossed into the Material and did a number on the elements.
Rolling thunder, pouring rain. Earthquakes and landslides. From up here, I saw a section of the islands beyond the Empire sink into the ocean, causing a massive tsunami.
Massive winds were gathering like a hurricane. Dark clouds formed in seconds, covering the sun.
Lightning's flashing through the sky.
Not letting the crazy weather distract me from my target, I locked eyes with the former dragon deity. Now just an overgrown lizard.
"You are a young [Emperor], but you're still gonna die!" She hissed as she accelerated to attack.
"No! I shall give you no quarter!" I shouted back, my voice projecting for kilometers. "I won't take no prisoners, spare not your life!"
"You're not even putting up a fight!" She roared and dove.
It was something I trained since my third existence in this world, the white rabbit. How to fight creatures much larger than me. I dodged and slashed with the unicorn horn and six {Phantom Lances}. The tip of my spear parted a few scales as she passed past me. I had to use my pixie wind control to keep myself steady in her wake. It only grazed her but it allowed me to see her mitigations.
> > You slashed Brood-bitch for 63 Million HP and MP (Arcane Rend) of damage (Base 285 [5d20+15+3d8+12d20+125] x26.58 Attributes x13.52 Skill x7 Dragon Slayer x7 Phantom x6 Avenger Spear x2 Blood Sacrifice x3 Challenge x3 Arcane Smite x3 Mana Strike x2 Favored Enemy x0.85 Dragon Scales (reduced) x0.82 Favored Enemy (reduced) x0.3 Dragon Queen Scales (absolute) x0.1 Exp Burn (absolute) ~)
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> > Brood-bitch's HP regeneration is halted for 10 seconds.
Damn, what was that mitigation? She has 97% absolute damage reduction? Ridiculous. Instead of freezing with outrage, I stealthed since she was not looking at me right now and stabbed again with a sneak attack.
> > You were detected by your enemy. Your attack failed completely.
She did a short-distance teleport jump, reappearing immediately a few dozen meters down and to the side, making me miss her entirely. I could hear her chuckle as she slapped me with her overgrown tail. It missed by a mile.
I needed more cowbells if I was going to take her to hell.
If I wasn't going to get her, may Satan get her instead. She deserved to die to a demon. Like Apricot did once.
"{Haste VII}!" She chanted.
Suddenly, she became ten, twenty times as fast. I stared at the imprint of the spell in the Ethereal as I tried to dodge the flurry of claws that moved with sonic booms, leaving behind the sounds of bells as she laughed four octaves higher than normal. Hell, why bells?
But the problem was not that. She was using Time magic, something Wyxnos swore was forbidden in this world.
Focused on dodging the claws and telephone-post-length sharp fangs, I missed track of the tail. Rookie mistake. She slapped and laughed, the ringing of bells from hell. She got me ringing as the tail slapped my head. She dealt a hundred-sixty-seven million damage but she had a ridiculous thirty-two size multiplier.
Stolen novel; please report.
I spun for a while as I burned with anger. Those peals of laughter ringing like bells got my temperature high.
The hell's bells.
The clouds made it as dark as night. I readied myself to give her black sensations up and down her spine. I would poke her until I severed her spinal cord.
Damn dragon. The cataclysm continued. Locked in battle, I was unable to help the world below. A fissure appeared at the foot of the Wyrmspire mountains, separating the Empire from the rest of the continent. Heavy, torrential rains poured all over the whole mega-landmass. The tallest peaks crumbled and the mighty rumble was heard and felt in all the world. Befuddled at the massive destruction the idiotic Goddess caused.
Former Goddess. If she was into evil, she was no friend of mine.
What would happen if the Empire sank underwater? Already the coastal regions were assaulted by the tsunami. So much for "a hundred years undisturbed!"
We jousted, for lack of a better explanation. Every time I tried to cling to her or sneak to strike she would do that teleportation trick. I got some hits here and there, but her HP pool was massive, especially after the size bonus. Her blows I could take with my regeneration but we were at a stalemate. My auras proved equally useless. She had both Royalty status and a hundred points of Ego.
Every time I dispelled her {Haste} spell, she would quickly recast it. And every notification had that little {Exp Burn} modifier, x0.1 for my attacks, x10 for hers. It was one of her trump cards and the reason she needed to kill so many things. She was using the Exp she'd accumulated to purchase these modifiers every single time. Querying the System by name, I learned what it was.
* Exp Burn (unique): You can burn Exp equal to two times the base Exp award of the level of your enemy to gain either an x0.1 damage reduction or an x10 damage bonus.
Of course it was (unique).
When I stopped to check the environment, it was already night. A channel ten kilometers wide and ridiculously deep was filling with seawater. Worse, I could sense marine creatures dying in the turmoil and feeding her more Exp. So she could keep her cheat Perk going for a bit longer. I had to change my tactics. I activated my Light Elemental form. She saw the light flashing as I split the night.
I bet the Divine Voyeurs were in her Divine Realms eating popcorn and watching the world unravel.
If the gods were at her left, I would stick to the right.
I cast a {M.I.T.H. Heavy Light Beam}. Just like some space shooters, my lasers fired lasers as they split and bent, seeking the dragon-woman.
I poured more energy into the diagram and drew a second modifier circle overlaid on the first. The light beams parted again, becoming thousands. They struck and burned her, causing around three hundred million damage and halting her HP regeneration for yet another ten seconds.
I had to keep the pressure on. Take no prisoners, spare not her life. She wasn't putting up a fight. I wouldn't let her.
She breathed her disintegration beam again, I parted it with the {Tsunami-Splitting Kata}. The breath was a distraction, to block me from seeing her using my trademark spell against me. Hundreds of needle-thin {Force Javelins} came at me. It would be impossible to dodge. Instead, I phased. The Javelins passed through me, pushing me slightly as they went as {Force Phasing} made me pass slowly but unharmed past them.
Again with the hasted laughter. The hell's bells.
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We fought. In the skies above the slow sinking sleeping Empire, a dragon and a woman fought. The massive rains dissipated, leaving a clear starry sky. I saw three full moons rising, and my magic became stronger and cheaper.
"I see the bad moon a-rising!" She exulted as if she'd expected exactly that.
If she had the same Perks as I did, it meant she would get stronger as well. With her improved speed, it was hard to land a blow within ten seconds of the previous one, to keep her regeneration locked.
I tried to make Pandora assume her {Aspect of the Void} but she didn't budge from her place in my chest. I tried Lightning, the Manastorm, [Spell-Songs]. She had a counter for every trick I had in my sleeve.
I saw trouble on the way. The few clouds that remained still rained thunder and lightning. I saw earthquakes rumbling the land. I hoped the southern half of the continent was fine because the north was a loss.
I dispelled her {Haste VII} spell again. She cast it and dodged a spear throw with inertia-ignoring maneuvers.
I saw bad times today. It was tiresome. Her reach and speed defied her titanic size. My weapons and spells did little damage. So far I kept her HP from regenerating and shaved a billion HP of damage from her massive pool but in this rhythm, the fight would take months to end. So far I refrained from using {Self-Sacrifice} or {Final Stand}. I had to live to resurrect everyone from Raswaria and the girls.
It was not a night to be out around. I feared I wasn't up to the task of killing her. Not with her counters to my biggest damage-dealers. Maybe if I fought until she exhausted her unallocated Exp, but at thirty million Exp per attack, it would take quite some time. I suspected she had a few quadrillions Exp stored. It would take centuries to deplete that.
As the moons went on the rise, so did the tides. This day was special as the sea levels would rise more than a dozen meters in less than an hour. Since it happened only once every twelve years, people adapted. During this time, people evacuated the seaside settlements or used expensive and powerful enchantments to keep their cities from flooding. Rerin in Sadian was one such city.
But the appearance of the moons restarted the cataclysm. Again I heard the hurricanes a-blowing. The rivers overflowed with seawater. It was the voice of rage and ruin.
Yet we clashed. Too big to fail, too sturdy to die. And she taunted me.
"I hope you prayed to yourself, little furry Goddess!"
"Hope you got your things together!"
"I hope you are prepared to die!"
Tumbling and striking each other, we blew through the storm clouds. We tossed and turned in the nasty weather.
After we got on the other side, I dispelled her haste and finally managed to stay in range to get an Ethereal imprint of her spell.
> > You learned the spell, Haste VII. Slow your sense of time, causing each second of real-time to be perceived as seven seconds of subjective time for you. You still move and react as normal. The base Maintenance cost is 1000,000 MP/second.
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> > Warning: Time magic is restricted.
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> > Restrictions lifted by the Administrator.
Expensive. My ridiculous MP regeneration paid for half the upkeep of this spell. How was she maintaining it for so long? Right, with cost reductions. Not even I paid the full cost of the spell, as I had a 55% cost reduction from [Spellcaster].
Now I could match her. But my current form was lacking. Despite the Hell's Bell and the Bad Moon Rising, I thought it was time to change the tactics a bit.
It was time for a real kaiju fight.