Lined against the Undead, the Goblins finally had to face the first impact of the charge.
The two Follies had immediately jumped on two of the huge Goblin warriors with axes, trying to decapitate them. Thanks to their gargantuan proportions, both warriors managed to nudge the two monsters and get rid of them for a moment. The impact sent the Follies away, but it didn't hurt them at all.
The Follies lost their balance slightly, but after a few seconds they were ready to attack again and sprang forward with the same momentum as the first time.
One of the big Goblins was controlled by Frankenstein; the young Goblin felt the nervousness prevail, while activating the Formation at its maximum power, making the two big axes shine in the sunlight. It was a very rare form, difficult to obtain, which he had found in some mythology books from the Royal Library.
When faced with one of the Twin Follies, the giant Goblin tried to hit one of them with a knee. The Folly immediately jumped upwards, but she had fallen into the trap. The knee was nothing more than a feint, a movement to hide the axe was coming from below.
Skill Activated:
Volcano!
The axe became wrapped in bright red flames and crashed into the body of the Folly. The monster's head turned to an unnatural angle to watch the axe penetrate its flesh. With evasive movements in mid-air, the creature managed to neutralize part of the impact, avoiding being cut in half.
However, her bowels started coming out of her torn torso. The damage had not been total, but the blow had been successful nonetheless.
The Folly began to laugh maniacally. Her bowels, red in the crispy air of battle, vibrated to the sound of her laughter. When she had enough, the Folly put the organs back in place, while Frankenstein looked at her in disgust.
Frankenstein knew that the power evoked by such a Formation was something truly incredible. That's why he was amazed that the Follies could fight almost evenly against those monsters.
In the future he could have made terrifying progress, if he could have applied the same principles to higher Phases, creating unparalleled Formations.
The Folly's skin, dead and cold, healed quickly, leaving no sign of the wound that was there until a few seconds before. Instead of the gash there was only a faint white line. A few more seconds, and not even that would remain.
Frankenstein shivered. Their enemies were not only tremendously strong, but also practically indestructible. The only way to defeat them was to cut their heads off, but they seemed to be able to move freely to avoid any blow.
Even the Trolls had thrown themselves into the fray, waving huge rough iron swords which, at a quick glance, seemed to weigh several hundred kilos. Circe immediately beheaded a Troll, while her warrior dodged the blow of one of the two Follies.
Despite the numerical superiority, who commanded those Formations constituted the elite of Orma.
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"@ # [[+ + $$", the shrill voice of the abomination reached Helial's ears. Frowning, the Human wondered what it was saying.
Their enemies had surrounded them and were trying to overwhelm his friends, taking advantage of the numerical superiority.
Committed to fighting against the Revenant, the Prince of Darkness, Helial had no way of saving his companions.
"Hold on!" Helial roared as the Mana boiled even more within his Meridians.
You obtained a new Skill!
Morale
Effect: Your soldiers are immune to fear
Cost: 50 Spiritual Energy/sec
Circe, Frankenstein, Lumia, Snowflake and all the others felt as if molten iron was pouring into their veins. It was as if someone had just brought them back to life directly from the grave.
Snowflake's warrior moved at a terrifying speed, avoiding getting injured and cutting off one head after another, without stopping.
Formations were able to use basic skills of the warriors who commanded them. However, given the extremely complex nature of the Formations, only a few of them managed to use them. Snowflake, being an expert in Movement Skills, had managed to activate one. Frankenstein and Circe had unlocked flaming axes that caused massive damage to their opponents.
The ground all around Lumia seemed to be getting shaped to the girl's liking. Trolls and Undead fell victim to the mutations in the sand of the arena.
The warrior under Vlad's control had taken on a slightly sanguine tinge and seemed capable of remotely throwing and controlling his axes.
But none of their efforts seemed to be enough against those beasts.
Helial knew it wouldn't be enough.
How many enemies had they killed so far? Six, maybe seven? And many of them were already injured, or panting heavily.
And the Follies used every moment they were distracted to try and kill them.
If Helial didn't intervene soon, the battle would be lost. He was supposed to defeat the Prince of Darkness as soon as possible, but the monster was far more powerful than he could have imagined - more than Helial could have imagined.
"@ # [[+ + $$", shouted the Prince of Darkness, from his six-meter stature. It was huge, imposing, invincible. Judging from the blow he had just thrown, Helial had deduced that his strength should be comparable to that of a warrior in the Seventh Phase, two Phases higher than its own.
Helial, since he had received Perfect Foundations, had to have passed Pseudonym's level. According to his calculations, he could have fought on par with any warrior in the Sixth Phase. Still, the Prince of Darkness was far more powerful than a normal Fifth Phase warrior.
But, Helial knew, he was nowhere near as strong as Pseudonym.
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In the Time Block
"Do you know that one of the King's ancestor was one of the greatest warriors ever existed?" said Crater, patting Helial on the shoulder, as they both raised a toast for yet another victory.
Helial's response was delayed for a few seconds. "Mh?" he finally mumbled, his mind clouded by all the wine he had drunk that evening.
“Yes: blond, tall, imposing and invincible. He was a living legend. Despite not being a King, he was the most powerful warrior in the army. He was not interested in commanding others, only in his honour."
"I'm glad you go about telling my past without my permission."
Materialized among them like a ghost, Alexander took Helial and Crater's heads under his arms. The heterochromatic eyes of the young Alexander shone with joy. With his arms, lean but carved as if in marble, he would have been able to crush any monster that tried to take his life, but also to perform acts of extreme affection towards his companions.
He had the appearance of heroes that were sung in ancient legends.
While Helial and Crater were still in his grip, the King laughed out loud.
“My ancestor's story is far more incredible than you think. If you want, I can tell you some parts of it."
“Uh.”
Crater nodded.
“One of the most incredible individual fights had as protagonists him and a warrior four times taller than him. He looked like a two-stories building, impossible to defeat. To limit the losses, the two sides had chosen two champions who would fight and determine the outcome of the war." Alexander was excited as he spoke, the emotion filled his beautiful eyes at the memory of his ancestor and teacher. "Imagine what responsibility it could have been to have the outcome of an entire war on your shoulders?"