"GGAAAAAAHHH!" Someone screamed.
Luke whipped his head around and was stunned into inaction. Goblins, Goblins and Orcs were everywhere, leaping down from the road into the [Arena of the Ancients], the green attackers lashing out at anything and anyone.
DING!!!
Alert the (Awoken Myths) guild is under attack by the faction (Bloody Teeth Goblin Horde)
To arms Awoken Myths. Defend your settlement or lose it.
"What the hell are they doing here?" Sam asked as she drew and released another arrow, blasting apart a group of goblins.
"I don't think anything was stopping them from coming here before; they just never bothered," Travis said as he unleashed six fireballs into the horde.
But they just kept coming. More and more poured off the ledge of the concrete wall and attacked them.
"Sam, conserve your stamina, focus your attacks on the leaders or anything that looks important, and Travis, try to clear as many as you can," Luke said.
Travis could rapidly recharge his reserves from his enemies, but Sam couldn't.
Luke's body was already moving before he had even consciously realized it, his sword cutting through the body of an Orc before it could attack someone.
"Melee fighter to the front. Non-combatant, get back into the school!!" he barked as he kicked another goblin. "Archers, Mages attack the goblins on the road."
Luke dropped a party invite on anyone nearby to try to help anyone who was nearby. He wasn't unafraid. In fact, he was terrified as he faced down the horde.
"Maybe Gareth was right," Luke muttered.
"Of course I'm right," Gareth laughed as he hacked off a goblin head.
A dozen police officers and Chester followed them up the road, their own attacks cutting through what seemed like an endless sea of goblins. This group of goblins wasn't as dangerous as the Apocalypse Force or even Travis. These ones only had numbers on their side.
"We need to get up to the road and push them back!" Luke called out as he deflected an arrow. "Follow me"
Luke pushed towards the ramp leading up to the road. He was all but flying up to the road with [Rapid Water Steps] as he hacked apart any goblin that got in his way.
Luke froze for half a second when he reached the road. Almost a hundred goblins were ready to leap to the people below. Some of them were riding wargs, or maybe they weren't wargs—he didn't know. A group of Orcs held up staves and fired off spells.
"Attack!!" Luke ordered as he activated [First & Sixth Labor].
He used all of the power he had already built up to blast through the first layer of the goblins as he smashed into their ranks. His empowered sword cleaved through dozens of bodies. From there, it devolved into a melee as Luke couldn't focus beyond what was right in front of him.
He slashed one orc through the throat and kicked another goblin into his fellow. Then he was forced on the defensive, constantly having to parry, block and dodge the horde of enemies, only getting in a small counterattack as he allowed [Sixth Labor] to recharge
Suddenly, [Third Labor] screamed in his head an instant before Luke felt one of those wargs slam into him, knocking him to the ground. Luke brought up his arm to stop the warg from biting his face. Unfortunately, he was only half successful. He felt his bones shatter from the attack as the beast's powerful jaws clamped down around his arm.
Luke screamed as the warg shook its head back and forth in an attempt to wrench his arm off. Luke felt utter panic engulf his body as he realized he was going to die as his entire world shrunk down to the creature in front of him. As it did its best to remove his arm.
Luke felt like his heart was about to explode as hot blood rained down on his face as he tried to keep the warg's teeth away from his face.
Luke couldn't move his sword, as his right arm was a chew toy, so he punched the warg repeatedly ineffectively.
"[First Labor]!" Luke screamed desperately.
He hadn't expected anything, but it felt different when his fist smashed into the warg this time. Luke could feel the beast's ribs shatter under his fist, its organs popped, and blood and bile spilled out of the warg mouth as it suffered massive trauma to its internal organs.
Luke felt the mad panic that had been consuming him ebb a little as the warg died. Luke pushed the beast off of his body. His right arm screamed in agony; his skin was almost gone, and the muscle underneath had been savagely lacerated. It was all he could do not to drop his sword.
"I've got you," Travis's voice echoed in his ear as he was helped back to his feet.
Luke felt something warm and golden on his body, and the injuries on his arm healed themselves, leaving only a small scar on his forearm.
"How?" Luke muttered, looking down at his arm.
Travis grinned at him.
"Just because I'm not a dedicated healer doesn't mean I can't heal." Travis chuckled
But Luke's legs were shaking. He felt a second spell suffuse his body, and his fear and terror dissipated as he got back to his feet.
"Just a bit of magic courage to help you," Travis said as they rejoined the fight.
Gareth and Jaime were practically managing on their own. Dozens of other people had joined them here as the people down in the parking lot locked down the goblins and orcs on the road. Sam was snipping the horde with explosive arrows as Travis led the mages to try and cut their numbers down to size quickly.
That's when Luke noticed a group of goblins on Wargs' back racing over the football field into Sam's flank.
"GOBLINS COMING FROM THE FOOTBALL FIELD!!" Luke shouted his bloodline, carrying his words to the people in the parking lot.
People in the parking lot turned their heads. Some started to scream, and others started to line up, putting themselves between the Warg riders and the non-combatants. But there were too few.
The warg riders smashed through the handful of defenders, barely losing a few riders before they were inside the ranks of the spell casters and archers. The riders hacked at the spell casters with abandon, cutting down men and women before they could do little more than scream in protest.
"Can you guys handle it up here?!" Luke shouted back to the people who followed him up.
"Go, we've got it," Chester said as he shot off the head of a warg, causing the mutated wolf to go limp.
Luke, Gareth, and Travis all leapt off the sidewalk and into the parking lot. He brought his sword around in a downward stab, driving his blade through a goblin, the warg he was riding, and about an inch into the asphalt below.
The goblin didn't even get the chance to scream before he was dead. Luke wrenched his blade out of the ground. He cursed at the chipped tip of his blade, but he turned his attention back to the battle.
Luke charged into the ranks of the riders. He quickly found five riders attacking Sam.
Travis threw up some kind of magical force shield between her and the riders, and the wargs smashed themselves against the magical shield as its rider blasted waves of darkness against the barrier. Sam was firing arrow after arrow at the riders to middle success. The wargs were quickly becoming pincushions while a handful of the goblins had been blown off their mounts dead.
Running straight up to the nearest beast, Luke swung his blade, cleaving the head off of one of the wargs with a [First Labor]. The orc on its back went troubling to the ground, screeching.
Luke turned to finish the goblin swinging around his sword to strike its head from its body, but the goblin parried his attack with a totem staff.
"SHEEEEE!" the goblin screeched in outrage as he launched a fire bolt directly into Luke's face.
"GAHH," Luke swore as he swiped the flames out of the air. The water on his blade turned to steam on contact.
Luke could see the blurry outline of the goblin mage raising his staff before Gareth finally arrived and buried his axe in the goblin's neck.
"Finally," Sam muttered. "All my arrows kept bouncing off that guy. It was a little disheartening."
"How the hell did these guys get here?" Luke asked as he picked up and chucked a spear at one of the warg riders.
The spear exploded, but not in the spray of Molten lead he had expected. Instead, hot steam blasted out on impact, sending lead shrapnel flying into nearby enemies. Luke was confused for about two seconds until he realized that the combination [Molten Lead Lance] and [Spearfisher] might be the answer.
"Well, it's not like we were doing anything to prevent them from finding us," Sam said as she fired arrow after arrow.
"Enough talk. Focus on keeping them back." Gareth called out
Luke brought his sword in a hard parry, the jagged blade rushing forward to meet the sweeping sword of the goblin before him. Connecting solidly, he felt goblins try and fail to stand up to his blade as his sword kept going and dug into the goblin's skull.
Kicking away the corpse away, Luke turned towards a warg. He knew he had no chance to block this one, so instead, he deflected it, bringing the sword down and hitting the front leg just hard enough to send the warg tumbling to the ground. "Tough luck for you, boy," Luke said as he disembowelled the beast.
Seizing on that opportunity, Luke pressed the goblins even harder where their defences were the weakest—where he thought they were the weakest. Instead, he cut through a swatch of goblins, coming face to face with an Orc carrying a skull-tipped staff. The Orc shaman looked at him with surprise, its gaze shifting to see the rest of his party carving through the goblins towards him.
"DIE!" the Orc shaman shouted as it urged its warg towards him
Fire blazing from the skull on its staff as it spewed forth a torrent of flame. Luke instinctively covered his face with his arm as the flames washed over him, feeling his hair, his arms burn, and his eyebrows burn away.
However, instead of retreating, he pushed forward, activating [First Labor] and guiding his blade to where he thought the fire was coming from. The flames cut off. The orc quickly interposed its bone staff to keep his sword from being bisected.
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Then, to his surprise, the orc parried his sword and slammed the skull at the tip of his staff into Luke's face, sending him staggering to the side with a broken nose. He dizzily swiped with his sword, trying to keep the other goblins from killing him when he was down. It partially worked, as he was only stabbed twice. Gareth pulled him back and away from the warg before it could snap at him.
Focusing back on the Shaman, Luke charged forward before it could cast at him again. Knocking the staff away at the same instant, a fireball spewed forth from its skull, harmlessly exploding among the goblins' ranks.
Continuing his stride, he tackled the orc, knocking the Shaman off his mount and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Using what he had learned earlier, he activated [First Labor] and punched the Shaman in the head.
This time, he saw his hand become enveloped in the same orange energy from his [First Labor] skill. It kind of looked like one of those Hulk Smash gloves, only it was glowing orange, so maybe it was more like the thing.
"It's clobbering time," Luke said as he activated [First Labor] again, aiming to turn the Orcs' heads into pulp.
However, the Shaman had already recovered, and with a wave of his hand, he was sent flying off the orc by a gust of wind, rolling across the packed snow.
Luke rolled to his upright, nearly slipping as he got to his feet. Before he could stabilize himself, he was hit in the chest with the familiar feeling of another firebomb shockwave blasting him into the wall.
"Ugh!" he grunted as he reflectively ducked. He couldn't see, so he trusted in his skills, ducking and leaping forward in a roll, going directly under the third fire bomb.
Running forward, the edges of his vision began to clear, just in time to see orc take an exploding arrow before Gareth tackled him to the ground. The Shaman bucked, trying to throw Gareth off as he wrestled with the Shaman while Travis and Sam attempted to keep the other goblins off of the two of them.
"Luke, a little help." Gareth's voice sounded desperate. In the split second that his attention had been focused elsewhere, the Shaman had somehow knocked Gareth off of him, sending the big man flying a short distance through the air.
Seeing the skull on the Shaman's staff blazing with flame, Luke lept towards him, his sword forgotten as he tackled the Shaman to the ground. The fireball the Shaman had been gathering shot into the goblin horde, blasting a hole in their ranks.
Twisting under him, the orc shaman's elbow shot out, catching Luke in the face and busting his lip open. Recoiling from the blow, Luke blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of the spinning stars in his vision. Reaching out blindly before the Orc shaman could attack him again, he felt his hand grab the arm holding the burning staff, pinning it against the ground and jerking it to the left.
Luke felt bones in the orc's wrist snap his grip. The Shaman screamed in pain as the staff fell uselessly from its grip, the eyes of the smouldering skull winking out as it clattered to the ground. Leaping back to his feet, he pulled out a spear from his inventory and stabbed it down. The Shaman didn't let him get close before it could cast at him again.
Luke didn't even have a chance to see what spell the Orc cast before he was blown off the Shaman by an intense wave of wind.
He sailed through the air, spinning like a helicopter seed before slamming back into the ground with a crunch. Wheezing, Luke slowly collected himself as the stunning effect of the Shaman's spell began to wear off."
"What the fuck" he groaned as he forced himself into an upright position, seeing that the Orc shaman had recovered his staff.
The skull on the tip of the staff blazed with fire once more as the Shaman chanted the final words of the spell that would send a massive fireball streaming toward me."
"Nope!" Gareth called out. He suddenly leaped at the shamans, his axe burying itself in his back and sending him crashing to the ground.
Luke heard bones crack and snap as Gareth ripped his axe out of the Shaman's back and slammed it into his head before ripping it out again. Blood splattered everywhere as Gareth hacked the Shaman to pieces, working to chop the Shaman's head free from his body.
In one violent motion, the Shaman's head was lopped free of its body. Gareth kicked the orc's head like a football, roaring with victory as he celebrated his kill.
"I love this life," Gareth cheered.
"How many more are there?" Luke moaned in pain as he collected himself.
His arms were burned, his face was covered in blood, and all of his hair had been burned off. Despite that, he still felt like he could keep going. Slowly pushing myself up off the floor by the butt of his spear as his augmented vision took in the still-raging battlefield.
Travis had cleared the immediate area of goblins with his spells, with Sam helping with her [Blast Shot], but they were already under the threat of being overwhelmed again. Luke charged into the fight, brandishing his spear, as Gareth shot past him, crashing into the ranks of goblins in utter jubilation as he massacred the weaker ones.
Then Luke was in the middle of it, his spear jabbing this way and that as the bright red tip burned hot enough to send the wargs stumbling backward."
"Dammit, they're endless!" Luke cursed.
"Tell me about it," Tom's voice cut through the noise in an almost bored voice.
In the next moments, six explosions echoed out, signalling the death of a dozen goblins each. Then another six, and another. Soon, the goblins were being cut to pieces as paper airplanes kamikazed into their ranks.
Luke looked up to see Tom in his paper armour, his paper wings flying over his head. A piece of paper popped into existence around him before folding into paper airplanes, flying off and kamikaze-ing a goblin with a massive explosion.
Alex was right next to him, sitting on a broomstick, as she lazily waved her figure to send death and destruction towards the goblins. In about two seconds, the two of them had turned the fight around as the goblins'' numbers became a liability. As they bombarded with arcane artillery."I'm gone for a day, a day, and you guys can't manage on your own?" Tom asks in disbelief.
A massive explosion erupted from the street as Alex took a potshot at a group of warg riders."
"How are you here?" Luke asked.
"My settlement was attacked, and I got a notification," Tom explained as he started to cast mass healing spells.
< Level up>
< Level up>
< Level up>
<[Power of the Sea God] has Reached Level 9>
<[Power of the Sea God] has Reached Level 10><[Posedian's Sea] has Reached Level 26>>
<[Natural Born Leader] has Reached Level 23>
<[Natural Born Leader] has Reached Level 24>
<[Natural Born Leader] has Reached Level 25>
<[Master of Death] has Reached Level 19>
<[First Labor] has Reached Level 26>
<[Second Labor] has Reached Level 25>
<[Third Labor] has Reached Level 26>
<[Forth Labor] has Reached Level 27>
<[Fifth Labor] has Reached Level 27>
<[Sixth Labor] has Reached Level 25>
<[Vitality of the Cretan Bull] has Reached Level 21>
<[Vitality of the Cretan Bull] has Reached Level 22>
<[Molten Lead Lance] has Reached Level 18>
<[Molten Lead Lance] has Reached Level 19>
<[Molten Lead Lance] has Reached Level 20>
<[Tide Ripper] has Reached Level 15>
<[Tide Ripper] has Reached Level 16>
<[Tide Ripper] has Reached Level 17>
<[Rapid Water Steps] has Reached Level 9>
<[Rapid Water Steps] has Reached Level 10>
<[Spearfisher] has Reached Level 2>
Luke Assigned his new levels to [Water Enhancer] without thinking of it. He wanted to finish off that class as soon as possible.
Then Tom froze before jerking his head towards the school."
"God dammit, they're in the fucking school," Tom mutteredLuke'ss eyes opened wide."
"The kids"
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Name: Luke Graceson
Race: Demigod
Type: Humanoid
LVL: 20
SubRace: Human
Age 18
Health: 1400
Stamina: 2705
Mana: 2440
Health Regen: 16.3 per hour
Stamina Regen: 21.9 per min
Mana Regen: 6.8 per min
Titles: Awoken Myths
Immune
N/A
Resistances
Physical 12.5%, Elemental 12.5%, Vitality 10%, Mental 11%, Crit 20%, Insta-death 20%, Poison 20%, Disease 20%
Weakness
N/A
Bane
Manslayer, Godslayer
Classes: Heir to Theseus 12, Heir to Beleiraphone 1, Water Enhancer 7
Total
STR: 205
AGIL: 17
DEX: 74
CON: 112
END: 56
PER: 93
INT: 122
WILL: 17
SPIRIT: 51
EGO: 34
CHA: 93
LCK: 18
Base
STR: 187 +10%
AGIL: 17
DEX: 68 +10%
CON: 102 +10%
END: 51 +10%
PER: 85 +10%
INT: 102 +20%
WILL: 17
SPIRIT: 51
EGO: 34
CHA: 85 +10%
LCK: 17 +10%
Personal: +4 PER, +3 STR, +3 DEX, +2 CON, +2 CHA
Racial: +3 CON, +2 STR, +2 END, +2 SPIRIT, +2 CHA, +1 EGO
Bloodline: +5 STR, +5 INT
Level Bonus: +1 to all stats
Bloodline:
[Bloodline of Poseidon] - Legendary
Your father is Poseidon, the god of the sea, the earthshaker, Stormbringer, the father of horses, the guy you named the eighth planet in your solar system after. As the son of the sea god, you gain the following Benefits.
* [Power of the Sea God] - Level 8 >> Level 10
* Poseidon's Sea] - Level 25 >> Level 26
* [Kin of Horses] - Level 20
* [Born Sailor] - Level 1
* [Natural Born Leader] - Level 22 >> Level 25
* [Master of Death] - Level 18 >> Level 19
* [Greek Tragedy] - Level 15
* [Divine Assistance (Guide)] - ErR0R#4!!*!%!$
* +5 STR per Level
* +5 INT per Level
Skill Slots: 14/60: Skill Points: 2
Personal Skills
* [Storage] - Level 10
* [Meditation] - Level 36
Heir to Theseus 07/11
* [First Labor:Periphetes'' Crippling Strike] - Level 25 >> Level 26
* [Second Labor: The Charming of Sinis] - Level 24 >> Level 25
* [Third Labor: Hunter of The Crommyonian Sow] - Level 25 >> Level 26
* [Forth Labor: Vision of Sciron] - Level 26 >> Level 27
* [Fifth Labor: Father of Wrestling] - Level 26 >> Level 27
* Capstone - [Sixth Labor: Procrustes Just Deserts] - Level 24 >> Level 25
* [Vitality of the Cretan Bull] - Level 20 >> Level 22
Heir to Bellerophon 3/6
* [Molten Lead Lance] - Level 17 >> Level 20
* Athena'ss Bridle] - Level 1
Water Enhancer 3/6
* [Tide Ripper] - Level 14 >> Level 17
* [Rapid Water Steps] - Level 8 >> Level 10
* [Spearfisher] - Level 1 >> Level 2
* [Empty]