A giant boulder smashed into the makeshift walls of the village, sending debris flying in every direction. Two soldiers were crushed instantly, their cries lost amidst the chaos. The air hung thick with dust, despair, and the sound of clashing steel.
“I have to use my fire magic this time,” Gloria declares, her voice unwavering despite the tumult around her.
“But the limiter will hurt you! You’ve barely recovered from your battle with Ronin,” Kade protested, his face etched with concern.
“So what?” Gloria shot back, her eyes blazing with resolve. “Dad put that limiter on me So I don’t misuse my power, but I can’t just stand by while our people die!”
Kade sighs, realizing there was no stopping her. “Alright, then. If you’re in, so am I. Let’s give it everything we’ve got.”
Gloria raised her sword, the blade glowing with an intense, radiant aura. “Divine Stage: Body of Vajra!” she cries, charging toward the advancing horde of undead. The creatures surged forward, a tide of decay and malice.
A soldier handed Kade a bow and a quiver of arrows. “Everyone, Gloria and I will hold the front! Stay with Elder Sil and protect the villagers. Not a single one of those undead gets to the boat!” Kade commands, his voice cutting through the chaos.
“Yes, sir!” the soldiers responded in unison, their fears momentarily quelled by his confidence.
“And Wyran,” Kade adds, turning to a young, trembling soldier, “if anything happens to us, you’re in command.”
“M-me?” Wyran stammers, disbelief flickering across his face.
“Yes, you. I’m entrusting our backs to you,” Kade affirms with a nod.
Wyran swallowed hard. “We’ll do our best, sir!”
Climbing to the top of the wall, Kade nocked an arrow, drawing the bowstring taut. With a steady aim, he released it into the sky. The arrow multiplied, splitting into hundreds that rained down upon the undead. Shields clattered as many of the creatures attempted to block the assault, but the arrows found their marks.
“Oi, Gloria! Get back a little!” Kade shouts.
“Oh, fine!” she replies, leaping away just in time.
Taking advantage of the opening, Gloria summoned a massive array of fiery spikes. They erupted from the ground, skewering the undead with deadly precision.
“Kade! I’m going to cast a big spell for cover! Be ready to carry me back if I collapse!” she called out, urgency in her voice.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you!” Kade reassures her.
Gloria raised her sword high, chanting with fervor. “Divine Surge: O Sun high, let your rays descend! Vanquish the evils I face! As your wielder, bless me with this boon, grant peace to those already gone! Dawn of Judgment!”
A brilliant beam of sunlight seared through the undead, annihilating a quarter of their numbers in a blinding instant. But the cost was steep—Gloria collapsed, her energy drained.
Kade rushed to her side, panic gripping his chest. But before he could reach her, a man clad in black armor appeared, shrouded in an ominous aura. He gripped Gloria by the neck, lifting her effortlessly. Kade’s heart raced as he nocked an arrow, but his aim faltered, the projectile dangerously close to Gloria.
A gust of wind diverted the arrow’s course. Elder Sil had intervened, her wind magic swift and precise.
“Unhand her, bone-head!” Kade yells, firing three more arrows in rapid succession. The armored man dodged them effortlessly, but Kade’s heart sank as two arrows embedded themselves in Gloria’s side.
“Coward! Using a woman as a shield! I said, unhand her!” Kade shouts, his voice filled with fury.
The man laughed coldly. “Gladly. But first, I want the head of that elf—Sil Clodian.”
Kade’s eyes widened. “Clodian?!” he exclaims, casting a bewildered glance at Sil.
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Ronin stood, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the giant bone titan looming before him. With a surge of adrenaline, he charged, throwing his spear with all his might. It struck true, piercing the titan’s eye socket and tearing through its skull.
Leaping onto the titan’s falling body, Ronin placed his left hand on its forehead, attempting to absorb its essence.
“Tsk, the skull is too large to absorb quickly,” he mutters, frustration creeping into his voice.
But the titan was far from defeated. It grasped Ronin, trying to crush him in its bony grip. With sheer determination, Ronin resisted, focusing on absorbing the bone marrow. He quickly realized that the miasma controlling the titan flowed through the marrow, granting him an opportunity.
Just then, a powerful kick struck Ronin’s face, sending him crashing into a horde of undead. He fought through the pain, rising to his feet as a figure descended from the titan, ready to deliver a devastating blow.
Ronin stood amidst the ruined battlefield, his breathing steady as the skeletal horde kept their distance, unable to penetrate his Personal Space. As the undead general approached Ronin, he shot out blood from one of his nostrils due to the kick earlier, his monstrous form towering over the broken bones of his fallen minions.82Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrbTBd2dWWc
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“you’ve wasted enough of our time. Leave now, and I may let you live,” the man taunted, brandishing a giant sword and a bow slung across his back.
“Quite with the tough act. We’ll see who lives and who dies,” Ronin shot back, his voice steady despite the chaos.
The man lunged forward with surprising speed, but Ronin was quicker. He sidestepped the attack, feeling the rush of air as the man’s fist narrowly missed him.
“So, you’re skilled in physical combat,” the general says, his voice a guttural growl. He circled Ronin, dark energy crackling faintly around his clawed hands. “But I sense no mana from you. A man-less, huh? Strange, given how you fight as if the gods themselves favor you.”
Ronin ignored the taunt, his spear held steady in his hand.
The general tilted his head, a sinister grin spreading across his grotesque face. “Do you have a family?” he asks, his tone almost casual.
Ronin narrowed his eyes. “What brought that on?”
The general chuckled, the sound hollow and echoing. “My god tells me you have a sister. The first hero of this generation, Ava Roheiz, is your sister, isn’t she?” He paused, letting the words hang in the air. “If you die now, I promise I’ll leave her alone.”
A chill ran down Ronin’s spine, but his expression remained unreadable.
“You think you can threaten my family and get away with it?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, fury flickering in his eyes.
“Threaten? No,” the general says, his grin widening. “I make no threats—only promises. And if you fall here, your sister will wish she never bore the title of hero.”
Ronin’s grip on his spear tightened, his knuckles whitening. The air around him seemed to grow heavier as his anger boiled over.
The general lunged, claws swiping with terrifying speed, but Ronin sidestepped the attack effortlessly, planting a swift kick to the monster’s knee. The joint snapped with a sickening crack, sending the general stumbling into a heap of shattered skeletons.
With a flick of his wrist, the man summoned black fiends made of dark energy. They rushed at Ronin, but as they neared, they vanished, unable to breach the invisible barrier surrounding him.
“I call this my ‘Personal Space’ technique. No magic or power can function within it,” Ronin declares, a smirk playing on his lips.
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“Impossible!” the undead general shouts in bafflement.
“You’ve sealed your fate,” Ronin says, his voice calm but cold.
“Let me show you why I chose a spear over all other weapons,” Ronin says, his voice low and dangerous as he dispatched the undead with precision. The undead fell like the Sun before the Night, unable to touch him within his Personal Space.
“What is this guy? My undead can’t even touch him! How will I face Master Sythe?” the man muttered, panic creeping into his voice.
“Curses! You monster! You’ve forced me to use this!” he shouts, raising both hands to the sky. A massive black sphere of energy, crackling with sparks of white, purple, red, and orange, materialized above him, growing larger by the second.
“Such a fool,” Ronin thought, bracing himself.
“Take this, you monster! You won’t survive unless you have a Divine Grade anti-magic Artifact” the man yells, and hurled the sphere at Ronin with a smile. With a calculated leap, Ronin dove into the mass of undead, the impact shaking the ground beneath him.
The explosion was cataclysmic, sending shockwaves through the village, visible even from Newin. As the dust settled, the man stood behind a shield, having saved a fraction of his army.
“Laughs This is what you get for getting in my way,” he taunted, but Ronin emerged from the smoke, unscathed.
“What did you say you would do to my sister?” Ronin demanded, his voice cold and unyielding.
The boss returns to the top of the Titan, “So what if you are strong, all I need to do is wait for you to succumb to weakness.”
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Meanwhile, in Hell
In the throne room of Alzex, the God of Death and Amendments, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Alzex sat upon his throne, eyes glowing with a purple aura, clad in black armor adorned with golden designs.
Ethis, the goddess of the moon, appeared beside him, her silver hair cascading like moonlight. “Brother, you’ve made a grave mistake. You shouldn’t have made enemies with that human,” she cautions.
“You could have warned me earlier! I thought it would be entertaining to force my will upon him. Who knew he could defy divine laws and the system set by you and Great Hero Luther?” Alzex retorts, frustration evident in his tone.
“Yes, but now you must tread carefully. Goddess Globe has grown aggressive and is becoming stricter with us gods meddling in the Globe Realm,” Ethis warned, her golden eyes reflecting concern.
Meanwhile, in Newin Village
Chaos erupted as the undead breached the village walls, soldiers fighting valiantly under Sil’s command. The man in black armor rode into the scene, clutching Gloria by the neck.
Gloria struggled against his grip, attempting to summon her divine power, but a surge of energy coursed through her, binding her to him. “So, this limiter can be useful like this,” she remarked, smirking as she endured his hold.
Suddenly they all Saw a big blast far away from the village and yet visible.
“That blast, that’s the place where Dreadlord Kalarc is. Why would he use that move there? Seems like there are some interruptions in the plan.” Sythe thinks
At that moment, Sil seized the opportunity. Using her tree magic, she ensnared the man and pulled Gloria to safety. “You’re safe now!” Sil called, positioning Gloria near Kade, who stood on a rooftop, ready to fight.
“So, there you are, Sil. Remember me?” the man sneers, malice dripping from his voice.
“Of course you wouldn’t. It’s been 400 years since you ruined my life,” he replies upon Sil’s Silence.
Sil uses her magic to shoot high-spinning rock needles at Sythe but his horse also gets caught in the attack.
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Bitch, my horse was innocent!” he spits, fury rising as Sil’s magic kills his horse.
“I could see the pain in its eyes. You forced a proud being like an Alpha Greizer to serve you. It was begging to be freed,” Sil replies, her voice steady.
“Your lunacy remains unchanged after all this time!” he growls, charging at her.
Sil deftly dodged his sword attack, but the dark aura surrounding it grazed her cheek, leaving a painful mark. She winced, attempting to heal the wound, but the curse embedded in the sword resisted her magic.
“This is a legendary cursed sword, forged from the bones of a bone demon. Healing won’t save you,” the man taunted, a cruel smile twisting his features.
“I remember now. You are Sythe, the hero of the previous generation. Don’t be mistaken, I was forced by the Elven prince to conduct those disgusting experiments. I left that research team long ago and have been working to destroy those still involved,” Sil declares, her voice unwavering.
“This won’t change what you did to me. My master demands blood. I will kill you,” Sythe vowed, his eyes burning with vengeance.
As he lunged at her, Sil conjured sharp tree roots and rock shards, creating a swirling vortex of nature’s wrath. But Sythe emerged from the smoke, his dark aura dissipating the twister with ease.
“I wanted to end you without using my magic, but it seems I underestimated you. Let me show you my true power,” Sythe says, a sinister glint in his eyes.
A dark shadow of energy loomed behind Sil, binding her in place.
“Dark magic!? You’re using forbidden magic? How low have you fallen?” she exclaims, struggling against the binds.
“You ruined my life! Because of you, my family starved to death during the war. This is nothing compared to what you deserve!” Sythe shouts, rage echoing in his voice.
Sythe shot a dark ball of miasma, but just then, Sheru and the Alpha Greizer arrived. Sheru used roots to interrupt Sythe’s attack, ready to assist. “A demon? Why are you getting in my way? I am under the Demon Lord’s banner too!” Sythe sneers.
“Sorry, but my Lord has ordered me to protect this village,” Sheru replies, his purple pupils glowing with power.
“Your lord? The demon lord?” Sythe asks, confusion flickering in his eyes.
Sheru released Sil from her bindings. “This guy is hiding his true strength. I don’t know how long we can hold him. I just came to check on the village but things are bad here.” he warned, concern evident on his face.
“I know a demon when I see one. Who are you?” Sil demands, suspicion rising in her tone.
“Yes, I am a former Trenant. Lord Ronin bested me in a fight, and I decided to follow him,” Sheru explains.
Kade arrived, supporting Gloria as she leaned against him for strength. “If that’s true, where is he?” Gloria asks, her voice strained.
“He told me he would follow after we left, but I fear he changed plans and decided to fight the other army,” Sheru says, anxiety creeping into his voice.
“Fight the other army?” Gloria thought, her expression grim. “That army is 700 strong.”
“Oh, you think a weak Trenant and a mere Alpha Greizer can help you?” Sythe mocked, his dark aura intensifying, making him appear even more monstrous.
“Who is he? His energy is overwhelming. I don’t think we can fight him,” Sheru says, his concern growing.
Suddenly, the enraged horse kicked Sythe in the nuts, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Dazed, he struggled to stand, stars dancing in his vision.
“How dare a mere horse!” he bellows, fury and pain in his voice. But before he could regain his footing, Sheru used his powers to bind Sythe once more, only for the dark energy surrounding him to disintegrate the vines.
“Just as I thought, my magic won’t work on him. If only Lord Ronin were here,” Sheru laments, glancing anxiously at Sil.
Meanwhile, Ronin
Ronin stood before the undead army, fatigue weighing heavily on him. “Shit, as soon as I try to absorb a skeleton, their boss starts shooting large arrows at me,” he thought, frustration mounting as the skeletal horde pressed forward.
“Claps Incredible! Forgive me, Great Warrior! I underestimated you, but it’s time we wrap this up. You’ve already destroyed more than half of my army,” the boss of the undead declares, his skeletal minions carrying him forward. As he spoke, his bones twisted, and his broken leg miraculously healed, his dark aura growing denser.
Suddenly, he lunged at Ronin with incredible speed, blood spraying from his overexerted legs. Ronin barely dodged the demon’s sharp fist, feeling the rush of air as it whizzed past him.
“Got you,” the demon taunted, but Ronin was ready. Before he could react, a shiny thread tied itself to Ronin’s left arm, and pain shot through him as he felt his arm severed from the part where his Hand lacked Obsidian-like scales.
Clutching the stump, Ronin gritted his teeth, trying to stem the bleeding. “Cry Now, fill this world with echoes of agony and lament!” the demon cackled, but while he reveled in his sadism, Ronin focused on his severed hand. Miraculously, as he brought it near the injury, it attempted to reattach, but the lack of nutrition hindered its success.
The demon’s laughter faltered as he realized Ronin’s resilience. “Agony, huh?” Ronin says, standing tall despite the pain. “You know nothing about me, yet you assume I would care about your threats. It’s time to show you my true power.”
With a surge of determination, Ronin slid his right leg back, preparing to unleash his ultimate move. “Oh look, Drax is here to help me!” he shouts, pointing in a random direction. The distraction worked like a charm, drawing the demon’s attention.
Seizing the moment, Ronin absorbed a few skeletons, feeling his strength return. “I won’t just kill this boss, I’ll make him regret ever crossing me,” he thought, his resolve hardening.
“I don’t like to play dirty, but now that it comes down to it…” he began, throwing his spear with all his might. The demon dodged, but Ronin was ready. As the demon charged, Ronin summoned his spear back into his hand, catching the demon off guard. The spear pierced through the demon’s skull, silencing his taunts.
“Be sure to tell your gods: try hurting my sister, and by the wrath of my gods, I will have their heads,” Ronin declares, his voice low and menacing.
“Mon…ster,” the demon gasps, his life fading.
With the skeletal army reduced to a pile of bones, Ronin turned his attention to the village. He felt a surge of energy as he absorbed the remnants of the fallen undead, his left arm slowly regenerating. “Guess I’ll need to absorb all of these bones,” he thought, determination fueling his actions.
Ronin spends some time absorbing some skeletons the general, but as he absorbs the titan, pain surges through his body as he evolves again.
After excruciatingly painful transformation and exhaustion, ronin manages to get up.
“Now, we almost spent 5 hours getting to this forest on the normal greizers which has speed of 130 km/h, I could run 110 km/hr on bridge, now after evolution, how much faster can I run lets check. But before that…..” I pause as a idea pops up in my mind.
Ronin took the other part of his severed arm and absorbed it, feeling the recovery accelerate he takes out his hitman helmet out of his dimenional pocket and puts it on, the integrated A.I. Welcomes him.
Ronin paused, holding the helmet tightly in his hands as Behemoth’s voice activated.
“Behemoth, online,” the AI announced, its tone calm but laced with curiosity. A faint blue glow pulsed from the helmet. “Welcome back, Ronin. Systems initialized. May I ask for an update on our environment? Atmospheric pressure, gravity, and ambient energy levels appear markedly different.”
“This isn’t Earth,” Ronin replies curtly. “We’re in another world. Get to work.”
“Another world? Fascinating,” Behemoth muses, a trace of amusement in its tone. “I’ll need to recalibrate my algorithms to adapt to these new conditions. Please place me at a stable height where I can perform a full-body scan.”
Ronin glanced around, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed a giant tooth from the battlefield debris and drove it into the ground, anchoring it securely before placing the helmet atop it.
“Satisfied?” Ronin asks, stepping back with his arms crossed.
“Perfect,” Behemoth replies smoothly. “Now, stand still for calibration.”
A thin beam of light scanned Ronin from head to toe, accompanied by faint whirring sounds.
“Scan complete,” Behemoth announced. “Your height is now 2.564 meters. I’ll need additional data to calculate other parameters. Please engage in a few exercises to help refine my measurements.”
Ronin sighed, rolling his shoulders. “We don’t have time for this. I’ll put on the suit, and you’ll calculate as I move.”
“Imprecise, but manageable,” Behemoth replies. “Ensure you’re fully suited to avoid interference. I’ll adapt calculations during your run.”
With a sharp exhale, Ronin took out his hitman suit and quickly donned it, discarding his worn clothing except for his undergarments. He adjusted the helmet, securing it tightly.
“Ready,” Ronin says, his tone resolute. “Monitor everything. Let’s move.”
“Acknowledged. Running diagnostics in real time. Do try to survive; I’d hate for all this data to go to waste,” Behemoth quips, its tone laced with dry humor.
Ronin broke into a sprint, his steps shaking the ground. The forest blurred around him, his enhanced speed turning the landscape into streaks of color. All that mattered now was the village and the promise he had made.
“I’m coming, Gloria,” he vowed, his voice resolute.
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