Chapter 20-494: Epilogue VI, Part IV (1/2)

The temperature around me plunged to -50 C, and the magic began to thrum actively as a new Note sang through the manasphere. The Maga over there knew of the Sublime Chord, but didn’t have the influence with it that I did. I reached out and tapped the ley lines of this world, and they Sang.

The sky was painted with lines of dark colors, streaming back and forth around and between the many Pyramids. They were starting to weaken and disperse, and I clenched my fist. Towering pure Notes rose for the skies as that magic went crystalline taut.

With a crackle like bones lining up, those dispersing threads rematerialized and strengthened themselves, linking all these Pyramids up totally and completely, binding them into that Formation despite the wishes of their masters.

I felt twoscore titanic Wills crash into my control. They were implacable, eternal, absolute in their arrogance and confidence, trying to chase away the mere human attempting to defy their power.

They broke on my Concentration like glass shattering on steel, including the massive effort from the thing sitting on its carved throne over there like the boss of all it surveyed.

I rotated my fist. “They are coming down!” I stated mercilessly.

The bands of darkness in the air shattered with a hollow POK that was as loud as thunder. At the same time, the Pyramids hovering about all wobbled, and immediately began to fall as they shut off, their power flows completely discombobulated.

Including the one in the middle over there.

“You mind if I-?” I asked Sama, before the falling Pyramids could hit the ground.

She just grinned, watching them coming down with meteoric speed, clearly unperturbed as shouts rose all around, knowing they wouldn’t crash. “Oh, go right ahead. We’ll reduce the rest.”

I Rode the Light over in that direction, and was standing in the air fifty feet away when the Pyramid slammed down.

It should have made a pit, crashed, and broken apart at the impact. Instead, the majority of its momentum vented out, and it rumbled as it set down heavily, jarringly, but completely intact. The buildings on the hillside below it were crushed flat as it gouged out the side of the hill, forming a completely flat area for it to land on as it did so, and a massive dust cloud started to swirl into the air... before I forcibly sent it all right back down to the ground.

The tzizimitl ruler was bounced around on its Throne, which I noted seemed to have been carved from the marrowmelded ribs of some truly titanic creatures, and ornamented with the skulls of things the size of the greatest Jotuns or bigger.

It was definitely rather put off as it nearly bounced off its seat of power, and had to clutch it and recenter itself as its ride finally ground to a halt, having carved off a side of the sloped hill higher than the top of its Pyramid itself before stopping.

It looked at me, and energies flashed between us.

I absolutely ignored its eyebeams of fire and negative energy, corroding anything they hit to tinder for the flames to burn to nothingness.

I had undergone the Ritual of the Fiery Heart, and flame couldn’t affect me. I was also a full Heavenbound, and the negative energies of Death held no fear for me, either. There was nothing thanoptic about its attack, so it might have been sending spitballs my way.

On the other hand, my FastcastChainedItem Dispel smacked into its Throne, and all the very powerful defenses on it and its own Accoutrements were instantly and completely neutralized as the silver crackles of the spell danced all over it, stripping the tzizimitl leader of its Artificed protections.

Then Silver Light punched through the clouds above, and the Shards following up slammed into it.

I didn’t bother for a Sun or Positive energy bias, going straight for Force, Holiness, and Primal power. These things had some influence over pure positive or negative energy.

Coruscant Rays, eight of them, drove down in parallel into its bony chest and lit off.

I was spending from Valence, Mortus Dius was flaring like a sun, and I blew off Heartsong for Might of Thunder, trashed an alchemical Firebomb, Channel-boosted some Holy Water for the Acidic component, and, because I could, I added some Soulfire extras that shouldn’t have worked on this world.

Each Ray was 23d8 Topped off, +150%, at +9 per die, and +36d6+140+ of Kickers each.

It was a big hit, about 10k base damage, and I think I crit with those shots to its eye sockets. About equivalent to a Pyramid falling out of the sky on your head.

The undead idiot making such a big fat target of itself on its Throne didn’t look like it quite believed it when all the Health Qi it had left after its Throne shut off evaporated, and what it had left wasn’t enough to deal with a Spellwarped Major Shards spell with all the Smites and Theurgic add-ons I could muster in the short term.

The vivic explosion blew past me as this ages-old thing was annihilated by overdone vivic damage, which took the opportunity to blow through its Throne, all brimming with leashed necromantic powers, and feed on that, too.

That secondary explosion blew out five hundred feet past me; tore apart the middle of its Pyramid and all the undead packed within it, as well as the necromantic power sources; and then blew all that stuff apart, too. The cascading explosions of powerful undead and powerful necrotech Going Away Forever vented up towards the sky in a bright fountain of sparkling vivus, a geyser of heavy unwhite flame, before falling slowly and grandly back towards the ground.

I distinctly felt the distant attention of Amazonia get a lot more focused at such an instant and intense feast. The vivus poured down past me like water, and the unseen influence of the Land below drank it all in greedily, while the shattered Pyramid itself was burning like a massive vivic bonfire.

I could already see the Land opening up beneath it, like lips parting wide to suck down a fine treat...

The other tzizimitl stumbling out of their Pyramids, and indeed, most of the greater undead accompanying them, could also feel the horrifyingly powerful presence of the Land, no doubt in the same manner as humans on the deck of a sinking ship would gaze upon a massive school of sharks around them with jaws gaping open in the middle of a feeding frenzy.

Then they saw the teeth of those jaws: thousands upon thousands of vivic Weapons coming their way very, very urgently, and the first spells were already ranging ahead from hundreds of Casters to open the way.

Undead streamed out, clutching Wandguns to shoot back at the puny living creatures with Rays of necroic energy... which did a whole lot of nothing to a bunch of Seven+ Nulls with the Caster Level of One to Three those Toys had. Minimum Caster Level efficiency goldweight cost-controlling bean-counters strike again...

The hordes of the living crashed into the undead like a burning tide, while very intense energies exploded over the more powerful of the latter. Terribly strong and accurate lines of light were impacting the tzizimitl and preventing them from unloading their powerful spells, leaving them with merely their eyebeams and breath attacks to fall back on... both of which weren’t going to stop what was coming.

I saw Sama run up through the air at 200 mph on misting soles and slam into the skull of her target, pitching the fifty-foot skeleton right over backwards as she rode it down, steel-hard neckbones flying in all directions as she hewed it through before it could hit the ground.

Over thataway, Briggs just bounced up for altitude, and the echo of his Hammer reached all the way over here as he literally knocked the disbelieving skull off his target’s neck in one blow. Triple damage charge bonus to a One-Striking Sage of the Hammer, sure enough...