Chapter 108: Pride and Prejudice (1/2)
That BLEEPing class…
For the first nineteen levels, [Fishermen] were nothing to write about. Low growths, useless abilities like breathing twice longer underwater, a fish animal companion. And yet most civilized nations heavily regulated that class, often killing would be [Fishermen] on sight. Only a destructive maniac could want to max it out.
Because once they capped at level 20, [Fishermen] earned that broken Perk!
Victor could only marvel upon seeing it in action. He estimated Mag Mell had raised at least a thousand sea serpents; the scaled terrors swarming the port, its ships, and sometimes fleeing towards the open sea. The fomor had created an army from nothing.
[Lesser Leviathans] were roughly as strong as a level twenty warrior. Dangerous, but individually no match for Victor, Kia, or a Crested adventurer.
When facing thousands of them though…
Worse, while the transformation wouldn’t last forever, the Perk didn’t grant any control over the monsters. Mag Mell’s [Fisherman] Perk, [Fishfriend], protected him from attacks from most aquatic creatures, like Victor’s own protection against [Undead] and [Slime], but a swarm of sea serpents slaughtered his fairy hounds all the same. These things would eat everything in the city, leaving no survivors.
“Gorynych, transform your rain into a [Thunderstorm],” Victor said, extending his own wings to leap off his back. “Kia is in charge now.”
“You want to fight the snakes on the ground?” the knight asked, while Mag Mell summoned insects swarms with magic, burying himself beneath a mountain of worms and maggots. “They’re too numerous!”
“I can handle them,” he replied. “Just take care of Mag Mell.”
The Vizier checked his items, including the stuff he stole from Orknoob and pouches of diamond dust hidden in his armor, then leaped off Gorynych’s back before Kia could protest.
Obeying his master’s command, the zmey altered the weather, changing the faint rain that usually followed him with a cackling, windy thunderstorm.
Gorynych’s [Storm Dragon] passive Perk changed the weather to [Thunderstorm]! [Lightning] and [Wind] attacks will be strengthened, [Fire] attacks will be weakened!
It was nowhere near as powerful as Wotan’s overwhelming tempest, but that would do, zmey. That would do.
Flying down towards the docks, Victor opened the hostilities by carpet bombing them with [Blackfyre], incinerating the walkway next to the water. Dozens of sea serpents had their scales seared to its very flesh, the winds only enhancing the fires' spread. Within seconds, a wall of flames stood between the port and the city itself.
The rampaging serpents answered by targeting him, leaping over the water to try and bring him down. Victor defended himself with his scythe, cutting the head of one creature. Instantly, the corpse crumbled to dust, the beast’s soul captured and its life energy drained.
Skill check successful! Critical hit!
As he landed amidst his own flames to fight on the ground, dozens of [Critical Hit] messages flooded Victor’s sight, every scythe swing landing a death blow. “[Pact with the Archfiends],” the Vizier cast, switching to his demonic form. His armor adapted to his new shape, transforming him into a mighty, armored juggernaut covered in unholy flames.
Unfortunately, the berserk creatures didn’t turn back to the sea. They kept coming in waves, forcing him to stay constantly on the offensive to avoid getting swarmed. His vision turned into a blurring image of fish being slaughtered; so much blood was shed, and so many ashes thrown around, that they threatened to extinguish the flames.
Meanwhile, Gorynych and his rider carpet-bombed Mag Mell’s vessel with fire and lightning; the fomor had transformed himself into a colossal monster, a hive of millions of maggots united into the shape of a human. The giant swarm attempted to crush the dragon within its hands, only for Kia to blast its ‘face’ off with a magical sun. The [Paladin] rode the Zmey with such skill, hastening him into a flying killing machine, that the sight made the Vizier jealous.
“[Contagious Lightning],” Victor cast one of those ‘critical’ spells Kia told him about, raising his scythe at the nearest sea serpent. A crimson lightning bolt came out of the blade, empowered by the thunderstorm, pierced the creature, and then jumped to its three closest fellows.
Critical hit!
Nice, but unreliable.
Unlike Vainqueur though, whose reserves were so huge he could afford to spam his best abilities, Victor had to pace himself. His scythe’s life-draining ability allowed him to ignore healing, but he ran the risk of burning through his SP if he only used offensive spells.
Still, he could finally let loose a bit.
“[Nightmare Realm],” Victor cast, upon realizing that he had put enough distance between his allies and himself. “[Charon’s Grim Harvest].”
The combination of both attacks was something to behold.
Reality twisted around him, an alien, horror dimension overlapping with the port. A purple mist spread through the area, carrying screaming ghosts with it. Moaning hellmouths formed on the burning pavement, alongside yellow, phantom eyes and pillars of skulls.
Field changed to [Nightmare Realm].
At the same time, phantom sickles floated around Victor, shredding through sea serpents like butter. With their crap Charisma, the beasts couldn’t resist the field-effect either; suffering through worse and worse ailments.
[Lesser Leviathans] are being [Drained]; you are passively regaining HP and SP.
“Fun fact, if you are immune to your own area of effect’s damage, go wild!” Victor relished, as he cut through sea serpents left and right. With his SP being automatically refilled, he kept [Charon’s Grim Harvest] effect on, the spirit sickles growing more numerous and dangerous. The souls they reaped filled the Vizier’s scythe, suffusing their master with necromantic energies.
In fact, he recovered HP faster than the monsters could hurt him. Victor considered calling Noirceur and Chocolatine for help, but neither could survive the current battleground conditions. His demon summons would ignore the flames, but not the effects from [Nightmare Realm] nor the flying sickles.
All in all, he could manage on his own.
“[Piercing Blizzard].”
A howling blizzard hit Victor head-on, extinguishing his flames, smoldering his heated armor, and throwing him backward. The attack hit in spite of his weaker magical protections.
You took supereffective [Frost] damage! You lost half your HP!
[Troll Regeneration] activated!
Victor quickly regained his footing, looking at the source of the attack. One of the sea serpents, with scales of wood stronger than steel.
His [Monster Insight] identified the creature as a transformed Mag Mell.
Victor glanced at the worm titan fighting his allies. The bastard must have used a [Druid] spell like [Animal Transformation], leaving Kia and Gorynych to fight a decoy.“Even now, even after gaining forty levels and becoming just as overpowered as Vainqueur… you’re still afraid of her.”
The remark hit the fomor right where it hurt. “Mag Mell fears no mortal!” the serpent hissed.
“You literally hide beneath a mountain of maggots rather than fight Kia!” Victor taunted him back, casting a spell on himself. “[Frost Immunity].”
You gained immunity to [Frost] for ten minutes.
“[Command Animals],” Mag Mell rasped. At these words, a red glint appearing in the eyes of the [Lesser Leviathans]. Instead of rampaging around like before, they all glared at Victor with unified intelligence.
I hate munchkins, Victor thought, realizing why the fairy had taken [Druid] levels.
“[Accelerated Tidal Wave],” the fomor quickly cast once more while still in serpent form, a wall of water surging from the docks to swallow the walkway whole. While the waters barreled against the Vizier, dragging him towards the city, the fomor changed his shape from a sea serpent to a massive shark.
Riding the wave, Mag Mell attempted to bite Victor in half, while backed by sea serpents. Instead of a thrashing mob, the beasts attacked the chief of staff like a coordinated unit, flanking him from all sides.
Thankfully, with the [Brooch of Free Movement] that Orknoob ‘gave’ him, the Vizier reacted faster. He swung his scythe and hit the transformed [Druid] in the head.
However, when he did, the scales unleashed a powerful sonic burst, expelling Victor from the waters and repelling Mag Mell’s own serpents.
Congratulations! You gained the [Sonic Scales] monster perk!
[Sonic Scales]: You can grow a layer of singing scales; when they are targeted by a physical attack, the scales resonate to unleash a powerful sonic burst; this is a [Wind] damage effect. You are not immune from [Sonic Scales] damage.
When Victor finally landed, it was in a flooded, devastated park near the port. The wave had uprooted cherry trees and formed ponds amidst the grass, transforming the area into a swamp. Thankfully though, the attack had done more damage to Mag Mell’s summons than Victor himself.
Mag Mell emerged from a pond, having regained his true form now that they had moved safely away from Kia’s own fight. “[Enhanced Disinte—”
“[Emergency Teleport]!”Victor activated another of Orknoob’s items before the lethal spell could hit him.
The item teleported him straight to his room in the palace, where Henry was busy placing the items Victor had ordered before today. He screamed upon seeing a giant demon teleporting right next to him, never having met the Vizier in this shape.
“Later, Henry!” Victor grabbed the potions, raised his helmet, and drank them in bulk in front of the terrified human.
You recovered all your HP and SP! Vitality increased by two stages for half an hour! You are no longer fatigued!
He then used the [Ring of Emergency Teleport] to return to the park, before his area of effect spells could take over the bedroom. His stolen item had a limited number of charges, but it would work well.
Victor appeared right behind a confused Mag Mell and raised his scythe for a killing blow. Maybe he would have, if a sea serpent hadn’t shrieked a warning, lunging at his face; another moved in front of the fomor, acting as a shield.
“[Magnetic Field: Repel].” An invisible force pushed Victor back, his armor and scythe repelled backward. The Vizier regained his footing, but found himself on the defensive,; cutting down the druid’s creatures took all his focus. The fomor then used the opportunity to buff himself further, adding another layer of thick wooden scales over his body. “[Ironwood Skin].”
Mag Mell’s triumph was short-lived, however, when a phantom sickle bypassed his protection and hit him in the chest. Following its caster, [Nightmare Realm] began to twist the battleground into its Field type, helping Victor deal with the enemy summons.
“[Spirit Ward],” Mag Mell buffed himself, the sickles bouncing back his skin, and then cast spells to increase the size and power of his serpents, “[Poison Fangs], [Monster Growth].”
The sea serpents grew twice larger than before, their sharp teeth growing purple and oozing acid. While Victor’s stellar speed and reflexes allowed him to keep dodging, he found himself overwhelmed; and every time he tried to target the fomor himself with a spell, one of the serpents moved between his scythe and its master.
“You are weak,” Mag Mell rasped, commanding his monsters while remaining safely between an elite guard of them. “I studied you, Victor Dalton. You are the weak link, the keystone. The man behind the dragon, as I was the hand behind King Balaur. Your demise will cripple Vainqueur.”
Victor would have answered with a clever retort, had he not been struggling against giant leviathans.
“You are strong, but we fomors are magic itself. We are power without a soul; power without growth, which can never evolve. You humans are growth without power, weak, but with limitless potential. And now, your potential will go unfulfilled. [Anti-Teleport].”