Chapter 175: Chapter 174
[Third Person's PoV]
As Zeta and Delta both left Querehsha, Beta took to the night skies, even though it was night time clouds began to obscure the moon, dimming the natural source of light in the vicinity.
The sound of thunder rumbling and lighting flashing were almost overbearing. When Querehsha looked up she saw Beta, a white short haired elf with wings made from very winds itself, with a large black bow in her hands.
Beta's eyes narrowed as the bolt of lightning coalesced into a crackling blue arrow. She drew back the string of her mighty bow, the energy coursing through the weapon making the air around it hum with power.
Without a word, Beta loosed the arrow. It sliced through the night, a brilliant streak of blue lightning aimed directly at Querehsha.
Querehsha raised her arm, and with a swift motion, summoned a barrier of dark, writhing insects. The arrow struck the swarm, causing a brilliant explosion of light and sound. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield, scattering the insects and pushing Querehsha back a few steps.
Beta wasted no time and nocked another lightning-charged arrow. She let it fly, but Querehsha was ready. The queen of insects twisted her body, and from her hand emerged a lance of venom, a sickly green in color, which she hurled toward Beta.
The venom lance met Beta's arrow mid-air, and the two powerful energies collided in a dazzling display of light and dark. The shockwave from their clash shook the ground and sent ripples through the sky.
However Beta wasn't alone, Gamma soared through the chaotic night sky on her broom, her witch hat perched firmly on her head despite the turbulence. Below her, a swarm of gigantic insect-like monsters raged, their grotesque forms scuttling and flapping in a frenzy.
Her eyes glowed with a faint purple hue as she conjured balls of gravity in her hands, each one pulsating with immense power. She hurled them toward the ground, where they made contact and imploded, forming temporary black holes that sucked in the monsters and anything else unfortunate enough to be caught within their radius.
With each throw, the battlefield below became more chaotic. Insects were pulled into the gravitational wells, their massive bodies twisted and compressed before the black holes closed, leaving nothing but empty craters.
Gigantic insects took to the air, chasing after Gamma with their grotesque wings buzzing angrily. Gamma skillfully maneuvered her broom, dodging their venomous stingers and snapping mandibles, All though she appeared confident she was screaming loudly as she desperately grabbed onto her broom flying away. She spun and twisted through the air, The more she flew the more fun she began to have, her laughter echoing as she threw another gravity ball behind her, catching several airborne insects in its implosion.
The temporary black hole sucked the creatures in, their screeches abruptly cut off as they were crushed into oblivion. Gamma continued to rain down her gravity attacks, each one strategically aimed to create maximum destruction among the swarming monstrosities.
Suddenly, a particularly large insect with glistening, chitinous armor lunged at her from the side. Gamma quickly shifted her focus, casting a gravity well directly in front of it. The creature was caught mid-leap, pulled into the swirling vortex and compressed into a singularity before disappearing.
Gamma looked over her shoulder to see more insects closing in. With a swift motion, she created a barrier of gravitational force around herself, causing the approaching monsters to be repelled with such force that they were sent hurtling back into the ground.
"Looks like you'll have to try harder than that!" Gamma called out, her voice filled with confidence and a hint of amusement, her confidence growing the more she fought the monsters
She descended closer to the ground, targeting clusters of the gigantic insects with precision. Her balls of gravity created a symphony of destruction, each implosion a testament to her growing mastery over space and gravity.
Querehsha's irritation grew as she watched her forces decimated. The sound of a triumphant shout echoed across the battlefield, catching her attention.
"IT'S TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL, BABY!!!"
Turning towards the source of the shout, Querehsha saw Epsilon standing atop a rise, her axe-shaped guitar in hand. Epsilon's eyes gleamed with excitement, her presence a stark contrast to the dark chaos around her. She swung her arm, striking the strings of her guitar with a fierce strum.
A beam of sound waves erupted from the guitar, its force disintegrating everything in its path. The ground shattered, monsters were reduced to dust, and even the shadows of the shadow soldiers were momentarily obliterated. Though the shadow soldiers quickly reformed, the sheer power of Epsilon's attack was undeniable.
Epsilon continued to play, her fingers dancing across the strings with precision and fury. Each note unleashed waves of destructive energy, cutting through the ranks of ice elves and beast-like creatures. The ice elves tried to shield themselves with barriers of frost, but the sound waves shattered their defenses, sending them sprawling.
Beast-like creatures lunged at Epsilon, but she deftly dodged, her movements synchronized with the rhythm of her music. With a powerful chord, she sent a shockwave that blasted the creatures back, their bodies crumbling under the force.
Epsilon's music resonated through the kingdom, its power undeniable. She directed her focus toward Querehsha, her guitar glowing with an intense light. Epsilon strummed a final, powerful chord, and a concentrated beam of sound waves shot straight at the Monarch of Plague.
Querehsha barely had time to react. The beam struck her, and she screamed in agony as the sound waves tore through her body. Blood escaped from her wounds, trickling down her form, but her regeneration slowly began to heal the damage. The pain was excruciating, and she could feel her strength being sapped with each passing moment.
Querehsha's eyes burned with fury and pain as she glared at Epsilon, who stood defiantly, her guitar still glowing with residual energy. The battlefield fell silent for a moment, the aftermath of Epsilon's attack leaving a trail of destruction.
"You'll pay for this, you elven bitch," Querehsha hissed, her voice strained.
Epsilon smirked, her confidence unwavering. "Not if you can't keep up with the tempo, insect queen."
Querehsha's chest puffed up, and her cheeks swelled as she prepared to unleash a blast of acidic venom toward Epsilon. The venom shot out at an incredible speed, sizzling the air with its corrosive power. Epsilon, however, merely scoffed, her confidence unshaken.
The ball of venom stopped midair, coming to a complete halt. Querehsha's confusion deepened as she looked up to see Eta, the goddess of Wisdom and Alchemy, lounging on her flying pillow, a sleepy expression evident on her face. With a lazy wave of her hand, Eta transformed the venom into pure water, which fell harmlessly to the ground.
Querehsha snarled, her fury intensifying. "You dare interfere!"
Eta yawned, her demeanor nonchalant as she lazily adjusted her position on the pillow. "Interfere? I thought I was just cleaning up your mess," she replied, her voice calm and detached.
Querehsha lunged at Eta, her claws ready to tear through the goddess. But Eta remained unfazed. With a swift gesture, she transmuted the ground beneath Querehsha into a pool of quicksand, trapping the Monarch of Plague in its grasp. Querehsha struggled to free herself, her movements growing more frantic.
Eta watched with a bored expression. "Struggling is futile.."
Querehsha managed to break free from the quicksand, her fury driving her forward. She launched a series of venomous spikes at Eta, but the goddess effortlessly transmuted each spike into harmless flower petals before they could reach her.
"Is this the best you can do?" Eta asked, her tone almost mocking. She raised her hand, and a circle of alchemical symbols appeared around Querehsha. The ground beneath the insect queen erupted with pillars of stone, striking her and sending her reeling backward.
Querehsha roared in pain and frustration. Her body began to heal, but Eta was relentless. She clapped her hands together, and a burst of alchemical energy enveloped Querehsha, transforming her acidic blood into crystal, each wound becoming a sparkling shard.
Querehsha staggered, her movements hindered by the crystalline formations. Eta floated closer, her eyes gleaming with an almost lazy interest.
With a final, powerful transmutation, Eta turned the air around Querehsha into a binding force, constricting her movements and rendering her nearly immobile. The Monarch of Plague struggled, but Eta's alchemical prowess was too strong.
Querehsha's eyes blazed with hatred and pain as she glared at Eta. "This isn't over," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Eta yawned again, waving her hand dismissively.
Eta released a final wave of alchemical energy, sending Querehsha crashing to the ground, severely injured and unable to continue the fight. Eta floated above her, her expression still nonchalant as she surveyed the battlefield.
The battlefield was littered with the remains of Querehsha's minions, but the fight was far from over. The ground trembled as Querehsha's mana began to seep from her injured body, forming a dark, pulsating cocoon around her. Beta, Gamma, Epsilon, and Eta watched with a mix of caution and curiosity.
After a tense minute, the cocoon erupted, revealing Querehsha in her final, terrifying form. Her body had transformed into a monstrous, insectile being with numerous appendages sprouting from her back. Her insides seemed to be composed of countless insects, ready to be summoned and manipulated at her will.
Querehsha let out a bone-chilling screech, causing the goddesses to wince. The air around them vibrated with the sheer force of her cry.
Beta took to the skies once more, her wings of wind propelling her upward. She nocked an arrow of pure lightning, her eyes locked onto Querehsha. "Let's finish this."
Gamma, riding her broom, gathered balls of gravity in her hands. "I'm with you," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos.
Epsilon strummed her guitar, sending waves of sound energy toward Querehsha, each note a powerful attack. "Time to end this concert on a high note."
Eta, still on her flying pillow, summoned her alchemical power, her eyes sharp and focused. "Let's get this over with already I deserve my beautiful sleep"
Querehsha's insect appendages lashed out, but the goddesses were ready. Beta's arrows of lightning struck true, paralyzing her momentarily. Gamma's gravity balls imploded around her, pulling her appendages into crushing black holes. Epsilon's sound waves disintegrated the insects she summoned, while Eta's alchemical transmutations turned her attacks into harmless elements.
The goddesses moved with precision and unity, their attacks converging in perfect harmony. Beta's lightning, Gamma's gravity, Epsilon's sound, and Eta's alchemy merged into a single, devastating force.
Querehsha screamed as the combined attack struck her. Her appendages were torn apart, her body battered and broken. Blood poured from her wounds as she fell to her knees, her arms severed and useless.
Querehsha's hair was disheveled, her breathing heavy. "I'LL KILL YOU ALL—"
The last thing Querehsha heard was the sound of lightning ripping through the air. As she blinked, Claire appeared in front of her, her entire body covered in chaotic lightning flashing from her eyes. Gritting her teeth, Claire had her sword already at Querehsha's neck.
With a powerful slash, Querehsha's head went flying off her body, twirling in the air. She saw her open neck erupt like a geyser with blood before her body plopped to the floor with a thud and her vision started to darken.
Claire had a serious expression as she slid to a stop. "Like I said, my brother's enemies are my enemies, you insect-looking bitch," she said with a scoff, flicking her sword to wipe away the blood.
The others just stared at her in surprise, not expecting her appearance.
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Chapter 176: Chapter 175
[Third Person's PoV]
Shadow watched the carnage unfold below him with a satisfied smile, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on his face. "They've all grown stronger…" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with pride.
His eyes scanned the battlefield, catching sight of Elisabeth and Mary, who were weaving through the chaos with deadly precision. Blood spattered across the icy landscape as they cut down their enemies with a gruesome efficiency that brought a twisted smile to his lips.
Elisabeth, standing tall amidst the chaos, held out her hand and beckoned to the blood spilling from the gaping wounds of her foes. The crimson liquid, thick and steaming in the cold night air, slithered toward her like a living serpent, pooling around her feet before rising into the air.
With a flick of her wrist, she shaped the blood into deadly javelins, their surfaces gleaming with a macabre sheen. The Ice Elves, their blue-skinned bodies glistening with frost, tried desperately to counter with their icy arrows.
The air filled with the sound of clashing elements as blood and ice met in a violent explosion, splattering the battlefield with gore. Yet, Elisabeth's blood javelins were relentless. The moment they shattered, they reformed, and with a shrill whistle, they hurtled through the air once more, impaling the Elves where they stood.
The sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking echoed through the night as bodies were pinned to the ground, limbs twitching in the throes of death.
Nearby, Mary was a whirlwind of death, her blade carving through the ranks of orcs and ogres with savage elegance. The blood of her victims sprayed across the battlefield, staining the snow, which came about with the Frost Monarch appearance, crimson.
With each slash, she sent arcs of blood flying through the air, sharp as razors. The orcs bellowed in agony as their limbs were severed, the warm gush of blood pouring from their wounds as they collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. Mary moved like a specter, darting between their massive forms, her blade singing as it sliced through flesh and bone.
She leaped onto the back of a roaring ogre, her feet barely touching the ground, before driving her sword through its skull, the wet crunch of bone and brain matter resonating in the air. The ogre's massive body fell with a thunderous crash, its blood pooling around Mary's boots as she stood atop its corpse.
Elisabeth, her face a mask of concentration, siphoned the blood from the fallen, her power drawing the crimson fluid into the air. The blood swirled around her, forming a swirling vortex of death. With two fingers raised to her face, Elisabeth began to condense the blood, its surface shimmering with dark energy.
The ball of blood glowed an eerie green, the heat radiating from it intense enough to make the air shimmer. The blood, infused with magic, pulsated with a malevolent energy as Elisabeth guided it with delicate movements. When it was ready, she twisted her wrist, and the glowing orb shot downward like a comet.
The beam of blood carved through the battlefield, a blazing trail of destruction that disintegrated everything in its path. Monsters were sliced in half, their bodies splitting with a wet, meaty sound as the beam passed through them.
Blood and entrails splattered the ground, mingling with the dirt and snow to create a grotesque landscape. Weapons shattered upon impact, their metal warping and melting under the sheer heat and force of the blood magic. The earth itself was cleaved apart, a deep trench forming in the wake of the deadly beam.
Yukime moved like a specter across the battlefield, her graceful form a blur of speed and precision. Beside her, her mother—now a Shadow Soldier—fought with equal ferocity, the two fox women moving as one, their every motion synchronized in a deadly dance. The battlefield was a maelstrom of violence and chaos, but within it, Yukime and her mother were an unstoppable force.
Ahead of them, a towering Minotaur, its eyes burning with rage, charged forward with a bellowing roar. The ground trembled beneath its hooves, but Yukihime was faster. With a swift leap, she seized the Minotaur by its massive arms, her claws digging deep into its flesh. The beast howled in pain and fury, its muscles bulging as it struggled to break free, but Yukihime's grip was unyielding. With a savage snarl, she yanked its limbs apart, holding the beast in place as its blood spurted from the wounds, staining her claws red.
Yukime, her expression cold and focused, leaped into the air, her fan glinting in the moonlight. In one fluid motion, she slashed through the Minotaur's thick neck, her fan cutting through flesh and bone like it was nothing. The beast's head tumbled from its shoulders, spinning through the air before landing with a dull thud on the blood-soaked ground. A geyser of dark blood erupted from the stump of its neck, splattering Yukime's pale face as she landed gracefully beside her mother. The Minotaur's massive body collapsed, its lifeless form quivering as it bled out.
But the fight was far from over. A pack of werewolves, their snarling faces twisted with bloodlust, came charging toward them, their claws gleaming like daggers in the dim light. Yukime and Yukihime exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They moved together, their movements a blur of speed and precision as they tore into the werewolves with a vengeance.
Yukime ducked under a savage swipe from one of the beasts, her fan flicking out to slash its throat open. Blood sprayed in an arc, and before the werewolf could even register the pain, Yukime had plunged her hand into its chest, her fingers closing around its still-beating heart. With a vicious tug, she ripped the heart free, the werewolf's eyes going wide with shock before it crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Beside her, Yukihime was a whirlwind of death, her claws rending flesh and bone as she tore through the pack. The werewolves barely had time to react before their heads were sent flying, severed cleanly from their bodies in a fountain of blood.
As the last werewolf fell, its heart torn from its chest, the battlefield fell eerily silent for a brief moment. Yukime and Yukihime stood amidst the carnage, their fur matted with blood, their eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory light. But the silence was soon broken by a new sound—a low, guttural growl as the bodies of the fallen monsters began to twitch and stir.
Yukime smiled darkly as the corpses of the Minotaur and werewolves slowly rose to their feet, their eyes now glowing with an ominous black light. The shadows twisted and writhed around their bodies, transforming them into Shadow Soldiers, their once fierce visages now devoid of any emotion, loyal only to Shadow Monarch.
With a silent command, the newly risen Shadow Soldiers turned on their former allies, tearing into the ranks of the remaining monsters with a ferocity that matched the living. The battlefield was soon a scene of utter destruction, the Shadow Soldiers ripping apart flesh and snapping bones with ruthless efficiency. Blood and gore splattered across the ground, mixing with the shadows that churned and pulsed like a living entity.
High above the blood-soaked battlefield, Beatrix danced through the air with deadly grace, her form a blur as she executed her maneuvers with flawless precision. The night sky was her domain, and she moved through it with a fluidity that defied gravity. Each step she took seemed to send her rocketing forward, her movements a seamless blend of Geppo and Soru, causing her figure to flicker and vanish from sight in the blink of an eye.
Griffins and monstrous avians that dared to challenge her met a swift and brutal end. Beatrix's sword glowed with a fierce white light, crackling with magical energy as she cleaved through her enemies. Feathers and flesh were torn apart as her blade sliced cleanly through the winged beasts, sending them spiraling to the ground in bloody heaps. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the dying cries of monsters, but Beatrix's smile only grew wider, her eyes gleaming with fierce joy.
As she fought, her mind briefly reflected on the techniques that had made her so formidable. "These Martial Art Techniques Lord Shadow created sure are useful," she mused, her voice carried away by the wind. "As expected from the man, Alpha chose to be her husband." The thought of her lord's ingenuity and strength filled her with pride, and she channeled that pride into every strike.
Her muscles tensed, gathering strength as she prepared her next attack. With a powerful swing of her sword, she unleashed a devastating crescent of compressed air. The sheer force of the attack, combined with the magic empowering both her body and her weapon, sent the crescent hurtling through the sky with terrifying speed. It carved through the air, a glowing arc of destruction that tore apart everything in its path.
A half-woman, half-bird monster shrieked as the deadly crescent closed in on her. Her twisted beak was just beginning to open, preparing to unleash a screeching attack of her own, when the air blade struck. The monster's cry was abruptly silenced as her body was split in two, the blood and innards raining down in a gruesome shower. The sheer force of Beatrix's strike ripped through her without mercy, disintegrating her as if she were made of paper.
Beatrix watched the creature's remains fall with satisfaction, blood splattering across her armor and skin, staining the air around her with a crimson mist. The sky, once the monster's domain, now belonged solely to her, and she reveled in the feeling of power and superiority that came with it. With a quick burst of Geppo, she propelled herself higher, scanning the skies for more foes to cut down. Her sword pulsed with energy, eager for more blood, and Beatrix was more than happy to oblige.
The battle raged below her, but in the sky, Beatrix was an unstoppable force. Each swing of her sword, each movement of her body, was a deadly combination of strength, speed, and magic. The monsters that dared to face her were reduced to nothing but carcasses, falling from the sky in pieces, their blood painting the battlefield below in a gruesome tribute to her skill.
'Now that Alpha is pregnant, I wonder would I still be known as Aunt, or grandaunt? I wonder if they already came up with a name for my grandniece or grandnephew? Would they even like me?' She silently mused to herself as her face remained passive.
Shadow observed the fierce battle between Rose and Mordred with a keen, calculating gaze. The clash of their swords sent sparks flying, illuminating the darkened battlefield as their blades met with a resounding crash. The air around them crackled with tension, their auras clashing like two storms colliding, each vying for dominance.
As they fought, Alexia and Sherry circled around them, their swords flashing as they cut down any monster foolish enough to approach. Their movements were precise, each strike delivering death to their enemies, ensuring that Rose and Mordred could focus solely on each other.
Mordred gritted his teeth, frustration gnawing at him as his invisible sword met resistance again and again. "How are you able to find my sword? It's invisible, isn't it?" he demanded, his voice edged with disbelief. No one had ever been able to match him in combat when his blade was hidden from view, yet here was Rose, meeting his every strike with unwavering precision.
Rose's golden dragon eyes glowed fiercely, her gaze locked onto Mordred with an intensity that made him uneasy. "What do you think?" she replied, her voice cold and resolute. She didn't need to explain herself. The power surging through her was more than enough of an answer.
A radiant golden aura enveloped Rose, shimmering like molten gold as it flared brighter and hotter with each passing moment. Her sword, already blazing with fire, grew more intense, the flames licking hungrily at the air as they burned with the fury of a dragon's breath. The heat was palpable, waves of it radiating off her weapon as she channeled more and more of her power into it, her resolve unshakable.
Mordred's eyes narrowed, wariness creeping into his expression. "Those eyes… Just what are you?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone. There was something different about Rose, something beyond the human realm. The sheer power she wielded, the way she could see through his most potent illusions—it defied explanation.
Rose held her sword in front of her in a dignified stance, her expression regal and commanding. "I am Rose Oriana, the Princess and Future Queen of this Kingdom," she declared, her voice ringing with authority and conviction. "You occultist bastards dared to defile my kingdom, to challenge its sovereignty. You will pay for your transgressions."
Her dragon eyes flashed, the golden light within them blazing with a righteous fury that sent a shiver down Mordred's spine. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, her presence growing ever more formidable as she prepared to unleash her wrath upon him.
Mordred sneered, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he scoffed, "You're just a deluded little princess. You should have stayed in your lane. This matter is far bigger than you."
With that, his body was enveloped in a dark wine-colored aura, the manifestation of his mana surging around him like a swirling storm. The aura pulsed and crackled, dark tendrils of energy reaching out as if to consume everything in its path. It was a grotesque display of power, one that matched his twisted ambitions and the dark magic he had aligned himself with.
But Rose remained unfazed. She tightened her grip on her sword, the flames intensifying until they roared like an inferno, casting long shadows across the battlefield. Her golden aura blazed brighter, pushing back against the darkness of Mordred's mana, the clash of their energies creating a visible divide in the air.
With a powerful swing, Rose unleashed a torrent of flame, her sword cutting through the air with a searing heat that left scorch marks in its wake. Mordred barely managed to raise his sword in time, the invisible blade catching the brunt of the attack, but even then, he was forced to stagger back, the force of the blow overwhelming him.
The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer power of their clash. The battlefield itself seemed to quake under the intensity of their duel, the very air trembling with the weight of their auras.
Mordred's confidence began to waver, his wine-colored aura flickering as Rose's power continued to grow, her determination fueling the flames that surrounded her. This was no ordinary princess; she was a force of nature, a dragon in human form, and she would not rest until she had brought him and his dark allies to justice for messing with her kingdom.
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