1 The Fall (1/2)
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”The battle is lost.” A calm voice spoke aloud, full of sorrow and loss.
”Humanity… has fallen.”
Shin Hopefell lifted up a chipped and damaged golden sword, raising it above his head for a brief moment before he plunged it downward. The blade left a trail of golden light as it slashed down, ripping apart the enormous brown boulder that had just been lobbed at him.
BOOM
WHOOSH
The split parts of the boulder slammed down onto the ground past him, throwing up a small cloud of dirt and dust. Shin's aching body shook from the force of the deflection, his tired green eyes looking out at the hopeless scene before him.
It was a slaughter.
They were standing on a large, broken stone plateau. Tens of thousands of figures could be seen battling on this plateau, swords clashing against spears, explosions of light and magic searing the air and sky. Shin could make out thousands of Adapted Humans making use of their Vampire, Werewolf, and various other forms as they fought against the hundreds of blue-skinned humanoids that had greeted them when they arrived on the plateau.
He could even see a few Full Transformation users. A few towering Tyrannosaurus Rexes and other large dinosaurs, a couple of huge Golems made of black rock, and a massive green turtle all helping lead the defense against the blue-skinned humanoids.
Humanoids from one of the 12 Tribes of Deities. The blue-skinned Morians.
”Don't give up yet, Micheal! We've made it so far! Humanity can not fall yet!” Shin yelled out loud at the speaker, twisting his body to the side as another huge boulder came smashing down.
The Morians had sent out a force of roughly 1,000 of their members to confront the Last Army of Humanity, as their force was so proudly dubbed. The strongest 50,000 surviving warriors that had made it through the Seven Layers, fighting to protect and ensure the survival of the Human Race.
Billions of lives had already been lost, yet billions more were depending on them to succeed. To gain a foothold on the Seventh Layer and allow humanity to flee the lower layers in safety.
Shin's body was muscular and mighty, the years of intense combat and survival having hardened him into a powerful fighter. His entire physique was covered in scars, a testament to the brutal fighting that had overtaken him. His bright blonde hair was tied up in a Norse braid, a nod to his Gaelic and Norse roots. A dark red Aura clung tightly to his body, full of potent strength.
Micheal turned to look at his longtime companion, his best friend that he had met back in high school so many years ago, back on Earth.
”I'm not giving up, Shin. I am merely stating the facts.” Micheal whipped a sharp-edged sword of his own forward as he split a boulder of his own in half, his body shaking as well under the force of the attack.
Micheal's body wasn't as muscular as Shin's, but instead held a slim, inner strength that bespoke long years of practice. While he was nowhere near as powerful as the true geniuses of the Human Race, his years of dedication and obsessive training had seen results. Clinging around his body was a powerful red Aura, just like Shin's, full of vital strength.
”The air is incredibly thick here. Gravity is far stronger than on any previous Layer. Even the rocky ground is incredibly durable, I was nearly unable to split that boulder. Despite that, those Morians are playing with us. They aren't even trying...” Micheal continued, his voice harsh.
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Indeed, the Last Army of Humanity had just arrived on the Seventh Layer, in full force and regalia, with as much preparation as possible. Well, as much preparation as possible given that the varying leaders of the army were arrogant and self-obsessed after so many years of ruling by themselves. They didn't really get along and had no agreed-upon strategy.
And as soon as they had arrived, they were ambushed by a force 50 times smaller than their own. A force that didn't contain any of the true elites or experts of the Morians.
And despite that…
They were being slaughtered.
The plateau they had arrived on was set in a seemingly random location. Of all the Layers, this final, Seventh Layer seemed the most normal. There was a large mountain range in the distance, and a series of broken stone plateaus visible around them. It almost felt like they were back on Earth.
The only real, visible indication that this wasn't Earth were the two Suns hanging high in the sky overhead.
The blue-skinned Morians were casually ripping giant boulders of stone from the ground and lobbing them at the humans. A few of the Morians had even leapt forward and engaged their army in a grand melee.
Explosions of light and fire shook the air as other members of the Last Army responded, sending out powerful Abilities to try and strike back. Micheal could make out the elite members of the Human Race engaging several of the Morians directly.
The Chinese Black Dragon King Yun Qi was currently facing off against several of the stronger looking Morians, all of their bodies blurring as they fought in hand to hand combat. The blue Aura that clung to him was identical to the Aura the Morian attackers held, one that rippled with power far surpassing Micheal's own.
The American Blue Queen Jessica Wiles was sending out rippling spear after spear of ice, knocking back the blue-skinned Deities with grace and ease. The Morians, however, were only minimally injured by her freezing strikes. Strikes that had, on the Sixth Layer, easily obliterated entire mountains.
Micheal saw the legendary French Sundering Swordmaster Bastien Amiot wield his blade against a dozen Morians, his arms blurring as he unleashed blistering strike after strike. Quivering beams of energy blasted through the air, slamming into foe after foe.
The greatest geniuses of the Human Race went up against the Morians, the experts that represented the various nations of Earth, from Germany to Russia, from China to France, America to Singapore, the Philippines to Malaysia. It was a glorious joining of hands as every nation joined together to survive.
Behind those elite geniuses stood thousands of powerful and tested experts like Micheal and Shin backing them up. While Micheal wouldn't truly consider himself an expert, only a middling warrior among the 50,000 greatest, he was still an experienced soul, ready to battle.
Most of the Morians simply circled, throwing out boulders or long distance Abilities, as if they were waiting for something. Only a few of them rushed forward to engage, and even then, they only engaged the geniuses that were fighting at the forefront.
For every boulder that a human expert managed to deflect, another would crash down hard, penetrating through defensive Auras and taking a life. At least 2,000 of the greatest fighters humanity had had already perished, leaving them at roughly 48,000.
'Status.' Micheal thought, calling up the strange, mystical screen that had appeared years ago. He had a few moments of safety and opted to check and see if anything abnormal had appeared after arriving in the Seventh Layer.
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— - Status — -
Name: Micheal Care
Points: 84
Race: Human
Age: 28
- Stats -
Strength - 2,428
Endurance - 1,703
Recovery - 412
Soul - 108
- Abilities - (7/7)
- Grandmaster Sword Mastery (1/5)
- Ironblood Body Type
- Ki Cultivator (King Tier)
- Herculean Strength
- Talos Mind Power
- Enhanced Strength
- Enhanced Recovery
.
He sighed as he looked over it. He had just barely managed to reach the lowest Tier of Grandmaster Sword Mastery before the final battle, after training for so long. He was not an innate genius like the powerful warriors fighting at the front line, but his dedication had proven itself in the end.
'While my Stats and Abilities aren't the greatest, I should not be the weakest either.' He thought, hoping he could prove useful. Compared to regular humans from Earth, he had the strength of more than two hundred and forty men combined. Yet, among these giants, he could only be considered average.
'Nothing about my status has changed.' His eyes flashed with glowing light as he flicked it off, all while maintaining his guard.
”WELCOME TO THE SEVENTH LAYER, HUMANITY! CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING IT THIS FAR!”
A loud, terrible voice interrupted the ongoing melee, causing a temporary ceasefire as both sides disengaged. This voice was full of throbbing power, causing the air itself to ripple.
A figure descended from the sky. A blue-skinned Morian wearing a simple leather vest and holding a simple looking grey sword in his hand. The air seemed to shiver around the Morian as he moved, distorted.
”I am General Kelleth of the Morian Tribe.” The floating figure introduced himself, looking down at the figures down below. A cool, white Aura seemed to cling to his body, one that radiated strength and power.
An Aura that Micheal recognized.
'He's actually God Tier…' He thought, his heart dropping with despair.
”Hmph, who cares who you are? The Human Race fears nothing and no one!” The Black Dragon King's voice boomed as he jumped up into the air, a pair of black wings appearing on his back. The blue Aura that surrounded his body rippled with black light as he activated some Ability, facing off against the General.
WHOOSH
His body expanded, transforming into a huge, towering Black Dragon. Black energy crackled around his enormous frame as his wings shook the air, thundering with power. It was an awe-inspiring sight, a gargantuan leviathan that blasted through the air.
Micheal watched all of this, his eyes glued to the Black Dragon King, desperately praying for his success. The Black Dragon King wasn't a fool, he could recognize the power of the creature he was up against, yet chose to fight anyway, confident in his own strength and well aware that retreat was not an option.
SHKKK
WHOOSH
General Kelleth's arm seemed to shiver, blurring for a brief instant. It moved so quickly that Micheal was unable to make out the attack at all.
The Black Dragon King looked at the Morian General.
And then, slowly, closed his eyes as his body fell apart, split into 24 bisected pieces.
Killed instantly.