Chapter 1610 (1/2)
Even though the battle was happening far away, Randidly looked up from his careful examination of his Paths as he felt the Lancers gaining momentum. Not only were they intimately connected to him through the base Skill, but now they seemed capable of just barely replicating his own Skills, albeit on a much smaller scale.
If he was the radio station, they were radios with noise thick with static. But just barely, the message was getting through.
Feeling their feeble fingers drawing power from him, Randidly smiled wickedly. The current him was all too used to the way power could flow through the world. His eyes began to glow as he fed pinches of energy and image through the connection. If what was before was a trickle, Randidly rewarded them with the furious natural force of a broken damn.
Congratulations! Your Skill The March of Ruin and Valor (L) has grown to Level 184!
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Congratulations! Your Skill Lancers of the Baleful Crusade (L) has grown to Level 318!
Congratulations! Your Skill The March of Ruin and Valor (L) has grown to Level 201!
Incredible, Randidly reflected as he brushed his perception up against their tenuous connection. He didn’t apply enough pressure to affect the flow of energy, but just enough to feel its resilience. The realism of the sensation was immaculate. The amount of power I can siphon off… the ways that I can control it… ha, truly, this Fidelity of the Ascendant Moirae…
Hum… I should send out a few messages to figure out what the term Moirae refers to…
Clicking his tongue, Randidly sent his messages and then turned back to his Path menu. His Lancersshould now have more than enough power to threaten a Nether Herald. They now had the benefit of three Paths; time for them to show their worth.
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Charlotte twisted around toward the rising sound while keeping a portion of her attention on the dangerous form of the Nether Herald. A dangerous vortex of energy had formed around the gargoyle’s body and was growing every second. But witnessing the source of the noise set her eyes bulging and caused her to forget about the lurking threat for a few seconds.
A huge column of dust wafted up from the charging formation of the Ghosthound’s Lancers. The force and violence of their moment made them almost seem otherworldly. The feet of the various mounts pounded the ground as they spotted the sea of Nether forces and accelerated. As one, they raised their weapons in brief salute before lowering the points at their Nether foes.
During their initial attack, the Vulpis Squad and the forces of Commander Shilling were able to force apart the Nether Beasts and reach the Nether Gatekeepers, but the momentum that now surged toward the battlefield was an entirely different kind of threat.
But at the same time, while the Lancers were approaching, the vortex around the Nether Herald grew stronger and stronger.
A wide and wholistic image covered the thousand strong charge, causing their lances to emit crackling negative energy while a strange golden radiance spun lightly around their bodies. Clearly, this new batch of reinforcements would relieve a lot of the pressure the group was currently under.
Even Commander Shilling paused in its movements, with black lightning running up and down across his slug body. Charlotte couldn’t resist coughing lightly. “Ahem. As I said… it was simply a morale-building exercise…”
The Commander looked at her sourly before turning his attention to the vortex of Nether above them.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!
In the face of this charging threat, the Nether Herald once more reminded them that none present could rival its individual power. The Nether around it surged, the vortex sinking into the whole of the Nether Pinion beneath it. Very quickly, the Pinion began to grind and divide itself into several horizontal layers, which each began to spin. From those layers, a wave of wild Nether Beasts with frothing mouths erupted. Now with its energy freed, the Nether Herald began to rapidly throw out Nether blades.
In addition, a beam of Nether shot upward from the activated Nether Pinion, affecting the battle in the sky. Charlotte released a small sigh of relief as Commander Shilling launched itself forward to attack the Nether Herald. Looks like all that power isn’t for us, but to help the Nether King...
Jieu and Vizzeret both avoided slashes of dense Nether from the Nether Herald and hopped back to land next to Charlotte. Jieu’s flaming features didn’t reveal any hint of the current situation, but his voice was heavy. “We could not witness the Nether Herald’s power previously, for the Ghosthound neutralized it quickly, as well as destroying the Nether Pinion. But I fear that this fight… will not be as simple as that one was.”
“Reinforcements,” Vizzeret growled simply as he inclined his head toward the oncoming wave of Lancers. The thunder of their mounts’ hooves was becoming louder and louder as they approached, swiftly muffling the conflict and the sky and then steadily suppressing the noises of battle between the Commander’s forces and the Nether Beasts.
Above them, the Nether Herald ripped its arms back and forth blindingly fast, inflicting two deep wounds on Commander Shilling. A ripple ran through Jieu’s face. “Numbers will not help us against a foe like this. Quantity is not enough… at least this amount of quantity. If we continue this fight-”
“If you always pick only the fights you can win, you will never learn anything new about yourself,” Vizzeret growled, this time with more heat in his voice. At that, Jieu fell silent. The massive grey dog shook his body and exploded with a powerful wave of his Obsidian Wolf image.