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The awe-inspiring architecture of the Elven Capital was a marvel to behold, much like the hellfire citadel. The elves had four different sectors to their capital surrounded by walls; The demon armies' first wave had merely grazed the outer wall. A testament to prosperity, it thrived under the wise rule of Grismala, the resolute Elven Queen. Arbious stood proud across the battlefield, his forces ready for the carnage he was about to bring, with Alpos and Vorner, resolute and eager to receive his command.

Arbious had promised to unleash his formidable Godlike magic upon the Elven realm, and as such, he sensed anticipation radiating from his forces. Without delay, he commenced his incantation, a spell laden with ominous intent, destined to unleash havoc and devastation.

"Darkness, envelop this land... Creatures of malevolence, heed my call. Emerge from the abyssal depths of hell, bound to my eternal service. Unleash chaos and destruction, leaving naught but scorched remnants in your wake. Ravaging locusts of carnage, feast upon the verdant life, reducing it to desolation. Swarms of relentless scourge, become the pestilence that consumes all in your relentless path..."

Flames of hell danced in a sinister pentagram, encircling Arbious's form, as each uttered word surged with amplified power, feeding the imminent spell that he was poised to unleash.

The air grew heavy as the dark incantation reverberated through the realm. The words Arbious chanted, dripping with malice and forbidden power, echoed across the land, reaching the deepest abyss of the underworld. A shroud of darkness materialized, spreading like a sinister cloak as if the very essence of evil was summoned into existence.

Dark energies swirled around Arbious, their malevolence pulsating with an unholy rhythm, the flames of hell coiled in a macabre dance, enveloping his being. Within him, powers of sinister authority surged, radiating an aura of formidable darkness. With the final syllables of the incantation reverberating through the air, the time had come to unleash the spell.

"God Tier Magic... Global Cataclysm!" The words echoed with an ominous resonance, marking the onset of a cataclysmic manifestation.

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God Tier Magic: Global Cataclysm

Effects: By channeling immense amounts of mana, this extraordinary spell has the power to summon a multitude of demons and abominations to every corner of the mortal realm. Within this sinister assembly, one can find creatures of darkness, eldritch horrors that defy imagination, menacing hell hounds, insatiable locust swarms, and even the restless undead. All these formidable forces eagerly answer the call to serve the cause of evil.

However, the summoning of these creatures comes at a price for they are bound by a limited timeframe and will roam unchecked throughout the mortal realm until their time expires or until they are vanquished. Once summoned, the creatures hold dominion for a period of one week before their existence wanes, and during this time, they unleash a devastating reign of havoc upon the realm.

Their presence ignites a cataclysmic storm, leaving no corner untouched by their destructive tendencies. Cities tremble, landscapes are scarred, and chaos ensues as they bring forth an Armageddon-like wave across the realm. Only through the combined might of valiant heroes and the forces of good can these summoned creatures be challenged and ultimately vanquished, restoring peace to the embattled realm.

Requirement: God of Chaos, Mastery of Dark Arts, Mastery of Devil Tounge, Mastery of Chaos, Mastery of Despair, Mastery of Mana Manipulation, Demonic Alignment -999

Mana Cost: 15 million mana upon casting

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Within the deepest recesses of the abyss, creatures of nightmares stirred. Demonic entities, twisted and malevolent, clawed their way to the surface, heeding the call of the forbidden chant. With gnarled horns, razor-sharp fangs, and eyes brimming with wickedness, they emerged, ready to fulfill their master's bidding.

As the veil of darkness expanded, a legion of grotesque beings materialized. Locusts, larger and more horrifying than any ever witnessed, took flight in a swarm of carnage. Their chitinous bodies shimmered with an eerie glow, fueled by the malevolent energy that coursed through their veins. They hungered for destruction, craving to devour all that lay in their path.

Demonic gateways unfurled worldwide, granting passage to nefarious creatures of hell to come forth and unleash their chaos. Born from the potent essence of magic and fueled by boundless hatred, they materialized as an unholy legion, numbering beyond comprehension.

With Arbious's forces emerging from the depths and descending from the heavens, now blocked by thick clouds of darkness, his armies' numbers swelled to an awe-inspiring multitude, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Like a swarm of locusts blanketing the skies, demons of diverse origins surged forth from the earth. Hellhounds, Impions, zombies from various races, and a multitude of other creatures of darkness heeded their master's call, answering in terrifying unity.

Alpos stood in awe, his eyes transfixed upon the unfolding spectacle. Their forces encircled the city, stretching out as far as the eye could perceive, a formidable barrier from all sides. "The spell is not yet complete, Alpos," Arbious declared.

Raising his hand towards the darkened skies, he resumed the chant. "Let the hellish flames descend from the skies, obliterating my enemies without mercy! Leave none alive!"

The clouds twisted and contorted, their once serene countenance transforming into a fiery crimson hue. With a wrathful release, the very flames of hell poured forth onto the unsuspecting city, their black inferno consuming everything in its path.

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"Seek refuge on higher ground! Retreat to the shelter of Tasildor!" Grismala's voice resounded with urgency, her armies succumbing to the relentless onslaught of hellfire. Even her formidable magic proved inadequate to shield all her soldiers from the ravages of the inferno.

The treants she had conjured were reduced to ashes, consumed by the all-devouring flames. It was an unyielding spell of absolute destruction.

With hurry, Grismala ascended to the elevated sanctuary. Anderson following closely behind, aware of the pressing need to find safety amidst the chaos.

Arbious turned to Alpos, his expression filled with curiosity and bewilderment. The magnitude of power he had unleashed surpassed anything Alpos had witnessed before.

"My lord," Alpos inquired, his voice tinged with wonder, "if you possessed the ability to summon such a vast legion of demons, why did you hesitate until now?"

Although the creatures I summoned are vast in numbers, they are born of mana, and they will eventually disappear, the demons we summon at the hellfire citadel are created, not summoned, as such they will live as long as their body remains intact.

Arbious averted his gaze, allowing Alpos to ponder the question and draw his own conclusions. The answer lay within Alpos's understanding. "What are you waiting for, Alpos?" Arbious interjected, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Initiate the siege."

Excitement and concern mingled within Alpos's eyes as he contemplated the impending course of action. "But, my lord," he hesitated, voicing his fears, "the infernal flames, they will consume us as well."

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"It matters not," Arbious dismissed.

A tremor of fear coursed through Alpos as he reluctantly found the courage to issue the command, fully aware that he was leading his comrades to potential doom. The black flames of hell, exclusive to the Demon God he worshipped, would surely claim the lives of his fellow demons. Nevertheless, he mustered his resolve and transmitted the order.

As Alpos delivered his speech to rally the demons, Arbious's gaze fixated upon the magnificent cityscape before him. His thoughts wandered, contemplating the fact that obliterating the city in an instant was well within his power. Yet, the spell he chose was a global summoning, one that would leave no nation unscathed, unleashing hordes of hellish armies to sow chaos. The locusts of carnage would devour the greenery of the world, their reach spreading far and wide.

ugh... I don't know to be honest, should I have approached this differently?

Oh well, no reason to contemplate now.

Lifting his sword high into the sky, Arbious issued the command to march, following Alpos's impassioned speech. However, Arbious had no intention of remaining a mere observer while others reveled in the chaos. He was determined to lead his forces on the front lines, personally plunging into the heart of the battle.

With his sword gripped tightly in his hand, Arbious advanced forward, Vorner and Alpos trailing closely behind. Their demonic legions followed suit, marching in disciplined regiments, descending upon the city, their steps resonating with an eerie harmony. As the black rains cascaded from the darkness above, a surge of absolute power coursed through Arbious's veins. With Michael absent, it would require the combined might of all the archangels and Grismala herself to even stand a chance against him.

In the heart of the Elven capital, the World Tree, a gift given to the elven race, stood as an impregnable bastion, its divine powers rendering it impervious to infernal assaults. A protective barrier shimmered above, shielding the majestic tree and its denizens. However, the demonic forces would sustain continuous damage while within the tree's protective range. This was precisely why Arbious had taken it upon himself to lead the charge personally—to obliterate the tree entirely. Alpos and Vorner would protect him should the need arise, ensuring his focus remained unbroken amidst the chaos.

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"He's leading the charge?" Grismala questioned, her gaze fixed upon the unfolding spectacle from the elevated second level of the city.

The protective walls of the second sector proved far sturdier than those of the first, and in addition, the second sector was encompassed within the shielding embrace of the great tree. This formidable barrier deflected the torrential rains of flames descending from the skies above.

"My queen, we should evacuate the city itself. We cannot withstand this assault, even with the tree's protection. This battle is lost," Anderson implored, his voice laced with urgency.

Grismala's focus remained fixed on the Demon God leading the charge, displaying unwavering valor upon the battlefield. With conviction in her voice, she responded to Anderson's plea. "Anderson, you are free to leave," she declared, her gaze still unwavering.

"But..." Anderson protested, his voice filled with conflict.

"No buts," Grismala interrupted sternly. "You are either with us or you are not. Make your choice, Anderson."

As the army drew nearer, Anderson made his decision, his heart heavy with the weight of survival. "I am sorry, my queen, but I cannot face certain death here. Staying would only result in our demise..."

The queen sighed, her expression reflecting understanding amidst the desperation of the moment. "It is alright. I will not hold it against you. Make your escape through the northern exit. Head towards the Elven King across the ocean due north. Inform him that I fought valiantly, protecting our beloved city."

"I shall, my queen..." Anderson affirmed, hastening his departure.

The remaining Elven forces positioned themselves resolutely upon the fortified walls, while Grismala exerted every ounce of her magical prowess, casting defensive spells upon her brave warriors.

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"Vorner, it is time to put your exceptional skills to the test," Arbious declared, as they marched towards the elven capital.

Vorner, sensing the importance of Arbious's words, approached from the rear, his curiosity piqued. Meanwhile, Alpos took charge of inspecting the troops in the back ranks. "What is it that you require, my lord?" Vorner inquired, his eyes focused on Arbious.

"I need you to infiltrate their ranks covertly," Arbious revealed, his voice filled with purpose. "Locate Grismala and keep her preoccupied, but under no circumstances are you to take her life."

Vorner's brows furrowed in confusion. "But why, my lord?"

"If Grismala taps into the full potential of the World Tree's energies, it would pose a grave threat to our aerial and ground forces," Arbious explained, his tone stern. "We cannot allow her to unleash such devastation. Our main forces will engage their counterparts, while our commanders clash head-on."

Vorner's expression shifted, his understanding dawning. "And what shall be your role, my lord?"

"Do as I command without questioning, Vorner. Is that understood?" Arbious asserted firmly.

"Yes, my lord. It shall be done," Vorner replied.

With a swift motion, Vorner conjured a teleportation spell, arcane circles enveloping his form. In an instant, he vanished from their midst, transported to a location of his choosing. With him on the covert mission, Arbious felt a surge of confidence.

The magnificent Tree of Life stood before them, finally within Arbious's grasp. As their armies drew closer, Arbious's thoughts began to wander, reflecting upon the encounters with this tree in ages past. It had proven to be a treacherous trap, siphoning a portion of his own power when he attempted to bring about its demise. But this time, the circumstances were different. Arbious commanded a formidable army, and his powers had surged to unprecedented heights. Still, as the Tree loomed nearer, Arbious resisted the temptation to unleash his spells upon it, knowing that the destruction or corruption of such a potent force would require an immense expenditure of power, a task best kept until the very end.

If the Tree of Life were to be destroyed, Arbious would regain the ability to unleash his second form of God Tier Magic, known as 'Know Despair, Dark Resonance.' This extraordinary spell had the power to penetrate even the strongest mental fortifications of any being. Its immense range would engulf all creatures within its grasp, gradually instilling a profound sense of dread and despair within them. As their souls were slowly drained, consumed by Arbious's infernal hatred, their very essence would transform into a wellspring of magic, empowering Arbious to unleash even more formidable spells. This spell did not affect demons, as their souls originated from hellfire rather than pure magic.

Arbious reached the outskirts of the enemy capital's abandoned fourth sector. The once bustling buildings now lay in ruins, consumed by raging fires. The skies above continued to spew forth black flames as Arbious, their fearless leader, commanded his soldiers to bring forward the ladders for scaling the walls.

Observing the imps' futile attempts to climb these ladders they had so carefully prepared, Arbious couldn't help but chuckle with amusement. He motioned for them to halt, as every soldier turned their gaze towards Arbious. With their attention drawn to him, Arbious brought down his sword of darkness upon the wall. With a single sweeping motion, an entire section of the wall crumbled, creating a wide opening for his troops to advance. Debris scattered through the air as the sword struck, and with that dragging motion, the stones forming the wall were effortlessly displaced.

Seeing that no longer the flames raining from above served any purpose, Arbious commanded the skies themselves to cease their assault, as each wave of flames was draining vast portions of his mana. With the flames stopped, the demonic soldiers erupted in a triumphant war cry, their banners soaring high as they proudly fought alongside their ruler. The horns of darkness resounded, signaling the demon forces to surge into the city. The hounds swiftly hunted down any remaining stragglers, while the Impions pressed forward, intent on reaching the second gate to the east. However, from above, a relentless barrage of enchanted arrows rained down upon the demons, thinning their ranks on the path to the second gate.

Standing on the outskirts of the second gate, a towering mage tower loomed. Within its walls, the elite mages of the elven kingdom unleashed torrents of fiery attacks, incinerating the oncoming locusts as they drew near. "My lord! We're facing heavy casualties!" Alpos exclaimed, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"They wish to engage in a game of magic, do they?" Arbious spoke, tracing a pentagram on the ground with his finger.

"What are you planning, my lord?" Alpos inquired, stepping closer to Arbious.

Placing his hand atop the pentagram, Arbious gathered the earth's dust and dirt, sprinkling it into the air while chanting the dark tongue. As the particles settled, they took on a distinct shape resembling the mage tower that had been posing a significant challenge. With a fell swoop of his hand, the suspended dust dispersed and in response to his dark magic, the mage tower crumbled, its rocks sent flying in all directions.

"Marvelous!" Alpos exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he witnessed the sheer might of Arbious's demonic strength.

"And Tasildor will fall beneath our boots just as easily!" Arbious retorted confidently, his gaze fixed upon the relentless advance of his forces towards the elven gatehouse which stood formidably before him.