Chapter 51 - Tenebrae’s Pilot
Serdio was the sole ally of the Omen Nation when more than half of the world contested to bring the immortal country down from grace. Conveniently, Emperor Doel’s declaration for the throne came at the right time as the precipice of the Omen Campaign was about to enamor the world. The Duchy of Basilisk and the Imperial Ranpossa currently share an ending ceasefire. When that time occurred, The Duchy of Basilisk was going to attack the capital city of the Imperial Ranpossa with great force.
With Prince Regasus leading the frontline alongside Lancelot and the rest of the Royal Lancers and a few Omen figures, the Imperial Ranpossa was dancing on Tenebrae’s palm. Notwithstanding, Emperor Doel had a few allies on his side that deserved recognition.
Archmage Hellena and Great Commander Charles were the two most trusted confidants of His Majesty, Emperor Doel. Having created the Black and White Towers within The Black Castle at Kazas, Archmage Hellena made the Imperial Ranpossa a third as strong as Arcadia. Moreover, with the 2nd Metastasis of the Great Commander Charles, the Imperial Ranpossa looked to be one of the contenders to compete for the world. These two figureheads stand as the representatives of the Imperial Ranpossa alongside a worthy military ensemble.
However, their karma for having burned the Serdio Continent to their heart’s content for the sake of Emperor Doel’s ambition will be toppled by the forces of both the Omen Sect and The Duchy of Basilisk.
At the front of the desert landscape was The Black Castle, the Capital City, of Kazas, “Behold, the Black and White Tower is the ‘mana’ of the entire city,” Prince Regasus commented at the impressive sight amidst the environment where nothing can live.
“It is as you say, Your Majesty,” Lancelot clad in the legendary Valiant Mail replied.
“We’ll… let’s not waste any time shall we?” Nenomius proceeded to the giant black gates in a brisk walk.
Behind him was the Royal Abyssal Drows, a “watered-down” version of what was once known to be a race of “God Killers.” They are an army that wears nothing but the elite in every category. Dressed in Dark Heavenly Silkworm Weave and the alluring Ebony, the Dark Elf army that belonged to the Omen Sect and was close friends with The Duchy of Basilisk and His Majesty, King Albion, were prepared for war against the Imperial Ranpossa.
In addition, there was Tenebrae’s army and the Royal Lancers. Finally, the Omen Sect members selected for the warfare were Master Bulhwi Hwihyun, Klaus Redfield, Iga, Lucien Lachance, Nocturne Mallory, and the Calavera Knights. Any more than those listed would simply go beyond overkill, no, this was a war of attrition. And, there are no better candidates for this type of job.
“I greet the Sal Mu Sect,” Master Bulhwi Hwihyun, and most of the Omen members did not know the existence nor the entire world before the Omen Campaign. In this case, the Abbot of the Pugilist Faction of the Priesthood Guild, Metanoia, was excited to meet those who had accompanied his longtime friend Asura Courtwell.
“The honor is all mine,” speaking as the most senior member of the Sal Mu Sect, Lucien Lachance was the spokesperson for the shadowy group. “If you have any questions, please feel free to ask,” Lucien held a reserved voice, cold and suave type. Cool and indifferent. He is the mentor for all existing Sal Mu Sect members, the most elite group in the Omen Sect. This time, the Lord Disciple had updated the current criteria for each branch under the Omen Sect’s military and strategies.
All Sal Mu Sect members must be a Grandmaster-ranked Assassin. In essence, this modern criteria devised by the Lord Disciple was something achievable as this falls into the quota in which the Omen Sect can produce such demigods.
“Is it true? Were you the one who had slain the Archdevil, Varuna?” Lancelot questioned the one equipped with light gear equivalent to the grade that the Drows had.
“Indeed,” Lucien replied.
“Not only that, but you also played the role of proxy for reviving the legendary Archdevil?” Bulhwi Hwiyun was the one to ask this time.
Nods. Lucien was now level 98, a level befitting someone illustrious such as him. During the Omen Campaign, he was 32 years old, the peak of his prime, and an elite-tier Peak Realm martial artist trained in the ways of an Assassin and a Swordsman. The ultimate offense is often thought of in congruence with Lucien’s combat prowess. Now it had been 8 years by then.
It surprised everyone that Lucien was able to defeat a Transcendental Archdevil while on the level of Peak Realm, albeit, an Omen member is proficient in cultivating mana alongside Sal Mu Sect personnel who have a higher degree of chi manipulation. This feat itself enshrined Lucien Lachance as the certified “Mentor” of the Sal Mu Sect, the best killer organization in the world. Notwithstanding, his long-time contribution and commitment to the Omen Sect plays into that Title as well.
“I will explain in his stead,” Veda popped into view.
In short, Veda articulated that after the killing of Varuna, Lucien Lachance was greatly depleted and had used his True Essence Ki in place of Aura, meaning, he had used his natural life essence in place for power. However, Lucien was awarded a Mythical Rainbow Pill, a whopping 300 years of Innate Essence Ki to make anyone a Martial God. Even at Lucien’s low level, he made the impossible possible, becoming a Martial God while being below level 100. An extraordinary feat that even the Lord Vicegerent had rewarded a personally crafted Valiant Devilsbane and Carnation, legendary-graded longsword and knife respectively.
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“Amazing. Varuna was always hovering between the Serdio Continent and the Central Continent (Hollow World). I had always thought that I would be the one to slay such an evasive Demon,” Lancelot was responsible for any high-level lifeforms that crossed into the borders of Serdio.
“The Archdevil has a fatal weakness as do all who originate from the Demonic species,” Lucien gave rise to the inherent flaw for all of the Demon-kind. And that is the Demonic Stone embedded in their body like it was their skin.
In this case, Archdevil Varuna held a bewitching violet stone on her forehead and blasted mana from such a place. But, the Omen Sect has their historical Bestiary detailing a great many creatures and that Archdevils or any of the higher species have a stone located anywhere on their body and play a physiological role. In other words, it is the lifeline of the Demon species and only the most powerful dare to brazenly have their stones out in display, the lesser Demons do not brandish theirs for fear of being exposed. All Demons hate the feeling of being utterly exposed to the eyes of people.
“Ha ha!” Lancelot heartily chuckled. “My instincts were correct. I had this strange feeling that my spear was concentrated on her ‘stone’ ever since I met her acquaintance.”
Light chuckle. “Hmph.” Lucien seldom laughs nor emotes such emotions. “Your battle instincts are quite good…” The darkly-clad Grandmaster Assassin was leading on to something. “I had used two-thirds of my life.”
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“W-Was it Grand Sarutobi’s Technique?” Master Bulhwi Hwiyhun was the one to speak this time as he was the next high-ranking Human in the Omen Sect.
“It is not the Supreme Elder’s ‘Darkness’ that the Master speaks of. This skill is of my own,” Lucien Lachance unsheathed Valiant Devilsbane and imbued the bewitching sword with Soul Aura (Soul Energy).
“H-How is it possible to infuse Soul Energy?!” Bulhwi was shocked. Normally, it is impossible to access one’s life force without a perfect vessel purified beyond perfection, which in fact, takes at least 100 years.
“Spectral Reversing Revival.”
Lucien named the reason for his suspicious control of Soul Energy. It is a Mana Breathing Method and stands at the top almost comparable to the Heavenly Demon Aura Cultivation Technique.
“That makes sense,” Master Hwiyhun instantly put the pieces together in his head.
The Mana Breathing Method known as Spectral Reversing Revival is a type of practice that will inherently make the practitioner young, but, will also be able to take a glimpse at what a “Soul” looks like. It is a relatively complex Breathing Method due to its sheer difficulty in completely mastering. The benefits of such a valuable technique would be the ocean-sized Dantian condensed as if several more oceans were combined, the aforementioned youthful side-effect, and the effortless manipulation of mana inside and outside of the body.
“Excellent! This war will be sealed with such forces on our side,” Lancelot broke the stalemate and announced the confident guarantee that there was no one on the other side to contest with the combined forces of the Drows, Serdians, and the Omen Sect.
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In the far-off distance, an army of 50,000 was steadily marching towards The Black Castle at Kazas, the Capital of the Imperial Ranpossa.
“Enemies!! Incoming!” An Imperial Soldier in dark leather gear with red clothing shouted with gusto. The Imperial Ranpossa had their national colors of black, dark green, and red.
“Man the gates!! Man the palisades!!” An Imperial Captain gave out orders.
In less than half an hour, Prince Regasus could be seen walking solo to the giant black gates while an invisible force was shielding the Drow from arrows and Spells.
Unsheathing that enthralling greatsword, Damascus, the two-handed blade that killed Alduin, Prince Regasus moved slowly, but really, it was a deceitful movement because anyone with a sharp eye could tell that he was moving at the speed of sound.
“The End.”
An execution move that is not a technique or skill, but the pure power of a single horizontal slash. KABOOOOOM!!!
The massive black gates had befallen and dust protruded thereafter, “All forces, advance!” Prince Regasus led the war of attrition with a subtle walk. In a matter of moments, the Omen Sect and the Serdians entered The Black City like ants invading a colony.
The Royal Lancers were led by Roy D. Lancelot, Commander of the 1st Royal Knighthood and the strongest military regiment of The Duchy of Basilisk. They are a heavily clad unit in which Master-Class Knights are the sole requirement to occupy such a position to serve the Albion Royal Family. Each of them was the first to make contact with the Imperial Forces which had the 1st Imperial Royal Regiment aptly named, Royal Magenta Force.
CLING! CLING!
On the frontlines were Masters and the top fighters on both sides. They clashed as many from the Imperial Ranpossa could not withstand the combined might of the Omen Sect and the Serdians. The collective power made the Royal Magenta Force falter as they were seen being pushed back in the initial onslaught.
“Where the hell did they come from?!!” The successor of the Great Commander Charles blurted in surprise. “Hold the line! Remember who you are Magenta Force! We are the killers of Royalty!”
“HUAAAAAAAA!” The Royal Magenta Force acquiesced well to the morale boost of the 2nd Great Commander, Trisbane Fal Luxembourg. He had recently crossed into the Mystic Realm and held confidence as high as Mt. Tian. Though, there were a few Martial Gods on the other side as well. And so, the Great Civil War for the Serdio Continent was brewing and both sides began to fight as if it was hell on earth.