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"Now that everyone is present, and with the titles I have bestowed upon you, let us proceed to our main agenda: Global Domination. It goes without saying that achieving such a monumental feat requires meticulous planning and coordination. That is precisely why I have gathered all of you here today - to collectively strategize our invasion plans. Currently, we hold dominion over Gladenrein Forest, which grants us secure passage for our formidable forces. Now, the pressing question arises: which nation shall be our first target?"
Arbious scanned the room, noticing the reluctance of the attendees to voice their opinions. Taking the initiative, Alpos spoke up. "From a logical standpoint, our initial assault should be directed towards Octavia."
Curiosity sparked in Sigfi, who sat across from Alpos. "But why Octavia? It is known for its extensive defenses."
Admitting the validity of Sigfi's concern, Vorner interjected, "Indeed, Octavia is not only heavily fortified, but it is also shielded by imposing mountain ranges. Should we decide to head southward, we would be required to pass through Elven's Crossing - a formidable gatehouse enchanted with powerful elven magic."
"Elven's Crossing is something we must bypass regardless!" Alpos objected. "If not now then when?"
"I still think it's foolish to attack Octavia, especially with the backing of the Holy Kingdom to the south." Vorner mused.
Alpos turned to Vorner, inquisitive about his alternative suggestion. "In that case, what do you propose, Vorner?"
"My lord, if I may express my thoughts, I believe that invading the Dwarven Kingdom would be a prudent choice."
Prince Avo's nation... Hm... I don't know about that... The mountains there are steep, and there is only one passage inside.
Surprised, Alpos inquired, "The Dwarven Kingdom? Why there?"
Vorner cleared his throat before responding, "Allow me to explain, my lord. The Dwarven Kingdom possesses strategic advantages that cannot be overlooked. Because of that, the dwarves present a more viable target... and with our current forces, no matter how formidable your new machines may be, attempting to undermine an entire nation of elves is beyond our capabilities."
Sigfi interjected, "The dwarves' dwell deep within impassable mountains. It would be quite a daunting task to move our siege weapons through these mountains, if not impossible."
Alpos corrected Sigfi's assessment, emphasizing the limited options at hand. "Indeed, we face only two choices here. Both the dwarves and the Octavians possess mountainous fortifications, but the mountainous ranges of where the dwarves' dwell are far too perilous to pass. Ultimately, our decision boils down to the Elven Realm or Octavia."
"It's implausible to take down the Elven Realm... Their Tree of Life, combined with the might of their queen, poses an immense challenge, our forces would be annihilated long before we even reach them." voiced Vorner.
The room fell into silence as all eyes turned to Arbious. "I believe our first target should be the destruction of the Elven Realm..."
Arbious's choice surprised Vorner, but Alpos remained unfazed. "Why, my lord? How can we attack them in the face of such formidable strength?" Alpos inquired eagerly.
"Let us not forget my own powers, Alpos..."
Alpos's eyes gleamed with excitement as he questioned Arbious's intentions. "Does this mean you will lead the assault, my lord?"
"Perhaps it's time to demonstrate the true might of God Tier Magic... Wouldn't you agree, Alpos?"
A sinister grin spread across Alpos's face, his tail swaying with anticipation. "I wholeheartedly agree..."
"But you can't!" Vorner stood up, his voice filled with urgency. "Your magic will not only obliterate their realm in an instant but disrupt the balance of our world! What purpose would conquering serve if all that remains is ashes?"
"Who said anything about wiping them out in an instant?" Arbious spoke from his throne, emanating an intimidating presence that filled Vorner with fear. "I will show you what true despair looks like... The mortal realms shall quake within the wake of my powers... What do you say, Alpos?"
Alpos eagerly pledged his troops to Arbious's command. "My lord, I place my forces under your leadership. You have my support."
Vorner sank back into his seat, defeated, his gaze fixed on the map. "The Elven Realm will prove to be a formidable place to invade... Their Tree of Life holds immense power..." Vorner interjected in disbelief.
"Their Tree of Life shall wither, consumed by the chaotic tides we bring, none shall survive our masters wrath." Alpos declared with conviction, emphasizing the magnitude of their forthcoming assault.
Arbious's gaze fixed upon Alpos as he issued his decree, setting their plans in motion.
"Very well. Alpos, you shall position your troops near the Elven Capital, but hold off on commencing the siege until I give the approval. Prepare our forces and siege weapons immediately. Instruct the cultists to open the demonic gateways for swifter passage. Await my further instructions. It is time to show those Elves the true might of our demonic forces!"
The Trio stood up, Alpos was the first to speak up, as the rest followed. "All Hail his Demonic Majesty! All hail Arbious!"
With their salutes finished with, the Trio were dismissed, yet as they turned to make their exit, Arbious's final command stopped them. "Alpos, do not disappoint me, I will be watching."
"Yes, my lord."
As the room emptied, Alpos remained, his thoughts burdened by a pressing question that demanded an answer. "My lord," he spoke hesitantly, "why not initiate a siege on Octavia before anything else?"
Pausing for a moment, Arbious considered his query, appreciating his willingness to challenge his decisions.
"Alpos," Arbious began, "your suggestion holds merit, and I have indeed contemplated the option. However, I have carefully deliberated upon the matter and arrived at a different course of action. By directing my formidable power towards the Tree of Life and the capture of the witch Grismala, I believe we can harness the full potential of my magic. Their downfall will undoubtedly spell the ultimate demise of the elven races."
Understanding the rationale behind Arbious's decision, Alpos nodded respectfully. "Thank you, my lord, for sharing your wisdom with me. I shall devote myself to fulfilling your vision, and I will strive tirelessly to make you proud."
With the conclusion of the meeting, Alpos hastily left the room to prepare for war.
As the grand gates of the throne room closed, enclosing Arbious in the darkness of his chamber, he gathered his strength, feeling the essence of pure evil coursing through his veins. The power, the magic, it exhilarated him...
"The time has come..."
Arbious pondered the consequences of his actions, he was acutely aware that the very equilibrium of their world hung in the balance. Long ago, he made a solemn promise to withhold the use of this formidable power. Yet, circumstances had drastically changed with the imminent demise of the God of the Angels. In this void, there was no one left to oppose him.
The magic Arbious was about to unleash would ignite a cataclysmic upheaval, throwing the entire world into the crucible of a Global War. All races would unite against their overwhelming might, and the repercussions would reverberate far and wide. It was said that true strength lay in the restraint of one's true power, and this was precisely the test Arbious faced. However, despite his reservations, the stark reality left him with no other viable choice.
Though the world would undoubtedly bear the scars of this conflict, it was a sacrifice Arbious deemed necessary. In these tumultuous times, a decision must be made, even if it forever altered the course of history.
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With this, I will bring glory to my name. Glory to the demon race, and the forces of darkness shall rule, ONCE AGAIN!
With a swift motion of his hand, Arbious levitated the magical map, its mystical aura radiating. His eyes fixated on the mortal realms, specifically the Tree of Life, the heart of the Elven Nation. With his magic at its zenith, it was finally time to unleash the full force of his weakest God Tier Magic.
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Within an ethereal chamber adorned in hues of light blue, an elven queen gracefully sat upon a throne crafted from roses and thorns. Flanking her on either side stood two elite guards, one a tall, blonde elf wielding a finely crafted elvish blade, and the other a human warrior wielding a longsword. Both guards were adorned in enchanting armor, the elf in supple leather and the human in sturdy iron.
The queen rose from her throne, her regal presence commanding attention, and made her way towards the balcony. Her guards faithfully trailed behind her as they gaze upon the kingdom from the balcony's elevated vantage point. The queen's eyes surveyed the tranquil populace, engaged in their daily activities.
"My Queen... Is there something troubling you?" inquired the elven guard, concern etched on his face.
"I sense an evil presence... Darkness that surpasses any I have ever felt before," the queen murmurs, her gaze fixated on the elven guard who stood protectively beside her. "Anderson, are you certain you discovered nothing of significance during your journey to Hupu... Anything at all?"
"My queen, I regret to inform you that I found nothing of importance... The individuals I was tasked to investigate appeared to be ordinary people at best. I highly doubt they hold any connection to the Demon God," Anderson replies, his voice filled with sincerity.
The queen took a deep breath, her gaze lingering over the kingdom spread out before her. "Could it be mere paranoia, then?"
Silence permeated the air as the guards maintain their attentive stance, awaiting further instructions from their queen.
"Perhaps... My queen..." Voiced the human knight besides her.
She watched into the distance yet again, her gaze set for far beyond. The air itself spoke to her, and the message they carried were of doom. "Prepare my carriage immediately," the queen declared, her voice resolute, as she moved past her loyal guards, her regal robes stretching across the marbled floor.
"As you command, my queen."
"The advisors from the Holy Kingdom should be arriving soon with their report..." the queen adds, her voice tinged with anticipation. "Things are not as they seem anymore..."
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Within the sacred confines of the Holy Kingdom, three distinguished Archbishops of the church, alongside their Grand Cardinal, convened around a circular table. Sunlight poured through the vibrant stained glass above, casting colorful beams upon their solemn faces as they engaged in a profound discussion.
"Concerning the Photographer... What has become of her?" queried the Grand Cardinal, who wore red church attire.
"After submitting her report, she retreated to her chambers and refuses to engage with anyone," shared the second bishop, adorned in a resplendent blue robe with intricate jewelry.
"And what of the report's contents? Are you suggesting that the details of the siege on Gladenrein Forest have affected her so profoundly?" inquired the third bishop, the trio collectively directing their attention towards Grand Cardinal Lucious, awaiting enlightenment.
"Indeed, it appears so. The demonic forces have grown remarkably formidable," responded Lucious, his tone tinged with worry.
"But Master Lucious, should we not offer our aid to the elven nation? What of our forces?" expressed the first bishop, his concern palpable.
"John... Extending our assistance would contradict the very essence of our establishment—a unified nation under God, composed of humans. We shall not align ourselves with the disdainful elves who hold us in contempt. I would rather be damned than lend them aid," declared Lucious, eliciting a mix of shock and resignation from John, who had anticipated such a response.
"Our purpose loses significance if the elves succumb..." John managed to voice, only to have his objection met with Lucious's reproachful gaze, effectively silencing him.
"And what of the report's contents?" inquired the second bishop, perusing the document placed before them. "This is madness... If the siege weapons depicted in these photographs are genuine, even the fortified Elven Crossing would fall."
"The Elven Crossing represents our designated boundary to protect. With the united forces of elves, dwarves, and humans, the demons would think twice before venturing further," Lucious elucidated.
"So, in essence, you planned for the elven nation's downfall while cowering behind our walls?" the third bishop questioned, seeking further clarity.
"They are not of our kin. That is all," Lucious retorted dismissively.
"I understand," replied the third bishop, his gaze fixed upon the image of the formidable machines. "But can these machines truly account for their overwhelming strength? What could have driven the photographer to such abject fear?"
Lucious nodded in acknowledgment before responding, "That, I cannot say... The demons have made significant advancements... However, I fear their God may have as well... let us hope that only the first is true, and that is the worst-case scenario..."
"But can we afford the luxury of withholding aid from the elves?" interjected the second bishop.
"No, the elven queen possesses substantial power as it is..." Lucious reasoned.
"Am I to understand that this gathering is not solely about offering aid?" inquired the third bishop.
Lucious sneered as he replied, his tone laced with ambition, "Indeed, it is not... The elves may soon face their downfall. As for the fate of the witch Grismala, I doubt she will succumb. Instead, she will likely escape south, and that is when we shall seize the opportunity to take her into custody. The demise of their entire nation shall serve as a testament to the demons' strength... Even now, our paladins are engaged in surveillance of the northern regions, closely monitoring and reporting the true powers of this Demon God... Should he choose to reveal them."
"Why, then, have we gathered if our course of action is to remain passive?" queried the third bishop.
"We have gathered here to ensure we are united in our understanding. Regarding our actions, at present, all we can do is observe..."
As the bishops made preparations to depart, Lucious halted their departure with a pressing question. "And what of Michael? What has become of him?" Lucious inquired before the room emptied.
The second bishop paused, halting his steps. "Given the photographer's seclusion, it is difficult to ascertain the fate of Michael... However, considering his prolonged absence from his crusade..."
"I understand... It is truly regrettable. Michael was a formidable asset, a valiant angel whose passion for battle outshined all others... May God grant him eternal peace, free from the ravages of bloodshed," Lucious lamented, his voice tinged with disappointment.
"Amen," the bishops responded in unison, before resuming their departure from the chamber.
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Deep within the Iron Mountains of the Dwarven Nation, the proud dwarven king, seated on his majestic metallic throne, received his advisors with utmost respect. The cavernous throne room was adorned with towering pillars, manned by vigilant dwarves standing at attention.
"Have our negotiators made contact with the Elven Kingdom?" the king inquired; his sights set on the advisors before him.
"Yes, my lord." One of the advisors answered.
"Good. And what of our forces? They should have arrived there by now."
"Yes, they have reached their destination, and we shall commence diplomatic discussions shortly."
"The elves have been steadfast allies to us, and should they face the threat of a demonic invasion, our forces will stand by their side." The King added, as to seem powerful before his host.
"But, my lord, considering the report presented by the photographer... Are you certain it is wise to deploy half of our forces to their aid?"
"The demons will think twice before invading. It would be utter madness," the king declares confidently.
With a dismissive wave, the king sends away his advisors as he was too tired to speak further about the matter. The time was night, and everyone was on edge. In the midst of their departure, the prince entered from the side, gracefully approaching the throne and bowing respectfully before his father. "Why send my younger brother to the front lines instead of me, Father?" the prince questioned.
The king took a moment to respond, his gaze fixed upon his heir. "You are next in line for the throne, destined to succeed me. I cannot bear the thought of risking your life."
"But, father, if I am to lead our nation, should I not also lead our forces?"
"Indeed, that is true. However, the time has not yet come," the king explains, a hint of concern in his voice.
A sudden headache grips the king, causing him to wince. He reaches for his jewel necklace, which emits a pulsating red glow, capturing the prince's attention.
"Father? Are you well?"
The king gazes at his necklace, the headache slowly subsiding. "Evil has awakened..." he murmurs, his words laced with a sense of foreboding.
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Deep within the labyrinthine caverns of the Goblin tribe in the southern realms, the goblin king, carried aloft on a makeshift throne by smaller goblins, gazes skyward. His eyes fixate on the ominous dark clouds looming above, while the struggling goblins below strain under his weight.
Taking a voracious bite from a gargantuan piece of meat in his hand, the goblin king carelessly discards the remnants onto the ground. The smaller goblins scurry forth, eager to feast upon his scraps. A hearty laugh escapes the king's lips as he revels in the spectacle of the goblins devouring their meal.
"Bah! This life stinks!" the goblin king exclaims, retrieving a handful of gold from beneath him. He shakes the goblins beneath him, jostling their burdened frames. "All this gold and nowhere to spend it but on food!"
Sensing the swaying motion of his makeshift throne caused by the struggling goblins, the massive goblin king descends from his perch. With a mighty, blunt bat in hand, he unleashes a series of powerful strikes, sending the smaller goblins flying. His laughter fills the cavern as he revels in his own brute strength.
"Bah! By the gods, I used to be a force to be reckoned with! Now I'm nothing more than a gluttonous slob, wasting away my days..."
The intimidated goblins, too fearful to retaliate, shrink back in awe of his power, affording him the respect he commands. Settling down onto the ground, the goblin king grumbles to himself.
"But I can sense it once more... An evil has awakened... An evil unlike any I've sensed before..."