"You!" Lancer – Vlad the Impaler looked furious. "What have you done?"
"Woops, was that important?" I feigned shock.
"You're such an ass." Mordred actually chuckled.
"Well, they don't seem happy." I flex my fingers, getting a good feel on how fatigued my body felt with the adrenaline pumping through me. I was still good to go.
"I wonder why." Mordred's dry tone was noticeable even through her helmet.
"Hehe, master keeps screaming in my ear." The pink-haired rider servant said with a giggle.
"So, quick question." I looked at Rider. "I don't mean to be offensive, but are you a boy or a girl?"
"Why don't you find out." He/she winked at me, tugging on the hem of their skirt.
"Oh my god." Mordred spat out.
"Did a shiver run down your spine too?"
"Fucking yes." Mordred sounded horrified. "Reminds me of when the adulterer cross-dressed."
"Stop ignoring me!" Vlad slammed his hand on the ground, stakes erupting in the entire area except where his allies stood.
I scoffed, slamming my Staff onto the ground in response, forming a shield around me and Mordred.
"Good to know you aren't a complete pansy." Mordred grunted, flicking the shield around us.
"Do you think a pansy would be able to bed Artoria?" I raised an eyebrow.
She snorted. "Of course no—" She paused, head slowly turning towards me. "The fuck you just say?"
"That's right." I intentionally raised my voice. "I fucked your father!" Well, I will at some point at least. But that didn't stop me from posing dramatically. Been keeping that one in for too long.
Though, everyone got really quiet.
"Nice." Rider shot me a thumbs up.
To my suprise, Mordred didn't overtly react. "Should I call you mother then?" She snorted, seemingly pleased with herself at the retort.
"Yes! No take backs."
"Wait, what?"
"Come it's time for some mother-son bonding!" I let go of my Staff, taking back Mirage.
"No, seriously, what the fuck!?"
My attention was drawn elsewhere from Mordred's balking, gleams of light heading towards us in the distance.
I cast condensed Lightning over my limbs again, and reapplied all my enhancement spells. "Lightning.Arrow.Burst." I raised my hand over towards the forest, a dozen lightning arrows shot out, intercepting arrows firing right at us as the barrier fell. I would need to work on the casting sequence when I had time later, but it was actionable for now, I suppose.
As if on que, they all moved on us.
I grinned as Mordred erupted in her own Red Lightning, mimicing my own as it crackled around me. The ground was utterly destroyed as she burst forth, sword smacking into Rider's large lance.Sparks flew as they traded blows, Rider being deceptively nimble with that large weapon.
Oh well, I guess I can support her, she'd been patient this long and really wanted to fight apparently.
Holding out my hand, I cast my Lightning Arrows, dozens upon dozens of them filled the air. The other Servants around me appeared hesitant, and ready for battle, but instead, I pointed towards the forest and fired them off to keep that Archer pinned down.
"Boost." I called out again, regaining double my abilities after using a Penetrate on Achilles. The ability itself consumed all my boosts to use.
"Your presence skyrocketed again." Siegfried commented, moving at me with a burst of speed. "I see, it is tied to your Gauntlet, and quite literally with your words." His sword swung out fiercely, my own swinging out to meet it. According to Raikou, he was an endurance fighter, but that didn't mean he had to be passive.
Speaking of Raikou, I briefly focused on the link between us. I could sense the turbulent emotions flowing back. She was deep into the fight, and it was important to her so I chose not to distract her.
"Haah!" Siegfried swung his Dragon-slaying sword down and I swung Mirage up to meet it, the impact blowing away the surroundings.
His blade struggled against mine. "This wound you gave me it has yet to heal." His eyes trailed the line of blood that was still dripping down his chest.
"Ascalon is a pretty good Anti-Dragon weapon. You may not have the soul of a Dragon, but your body may as well be one physically."
"A Dragon with an Anti-Dragon sword, how amusing." Siegfried actually smiled.
I let out a chuckle. "Like you're one to talk, Dragon-blooded warrior."
"Saber, don't fall into his rhythm." Lancer sneered, jerking his hand up, the baleful aura surging and stakes attacked me from all sides.
"Annoying." I grunted, my other swords swung around me, my own Lightning burst out as well, destroying them all. "Are you just going to stand back, mighty king?"
"Very well." His spear swung at me, the distance closing with a blink of an eye.
My eyes widened as I blocked with my Gauntlet, the force of it actually made my arm shake. He only grinned savagly as the two Servants pressed the advantage.
I tumbled slightly, but quickly regained my foot, deflecting attacks from both foes.
"A physical boost from your legend being intertwined with the land we're fighting on? No, this is more than that. You are significantly stronger than a Lancer should be." I snapped my fingers, Runic Circles summoned in the air, but not aimed towards me.
Mordred…. I looked towards her, she was taking on two Servants, no three. Archer was really screwing with her, there were some Arrows sticking out of her armor, even if she was overpowering the Berserker and Rider Servant.
They began to discharge lightning bolts towards the oncoming barrage.
"Hmph, with my Demonic Defender of the State, as long as you remain within my territory, my abilities are unmatched." He waived his arms out, grandstanding.
"Impressive, but how about...…Boost." I called out, shifting through the Kaleidoscope, appearing right in front of him. My Mirage swung at his neck, only to be deflected by Saber.
They made a good combo, makes it hard to get a deciding blow without leaning more into my Gauntlet or Magic.
"I've had enough of this foolishness." Lancer's aura exploded out, the ground shook, and even the sky turned red.
My eyes widened, the release of his Noble Phantasm was obvious at this point, and I felt a large sense of danger. The lightning around my legs burst out and I moved towards Mordred as fast as I could.
"Come, savages who trample over my territory! It's time to discipline you! I'll turn my compassion and rage into red-hot stakes and skewer you all! And these stakes are not limited, but truly infinite, so despair – and gorge on your own blood!"
The aura around him reached its peak.
"Kazikli bey!"
***
Mordred POV
"Guess I'll get you pinkie, and the monster over there." I gestured towards the obvious Berserker servant who just growled and roared without speaking. And if that wasn't obvious enough, only a mad fool would wear a wedding dress to fight in.
"Raaaaah!" Berserker shout, running towards me without an ounce of martial prowess. Compared to that cow-bitch, this Servant was weak. I knocked her Mace aside with ease, even her discharging of lightning I could ignore with my own Mana Burst. Grabbing her face, I tossed her to the side.
"Don't forget me, woohoo!" Rider jumped off his strange mount, the bird-creature going back up into the sky. He ran at me, the tip of his Lancer aiming for the joints of my armor.
The fool at least knew what he's doing.
I stepped to the side, dodging his thrust, his speed was decent on ground, but nothing worth noting. I swung Clarent up, a casual swing at his side, and he brought his Lance to block it, an annoying grin on his face.
"Dangerous~"
I stomped the ground, my Lightning bursting out before kicking him in the side.
"Raahhhaaaa!" Berserker made herself known easily, her annoying shouting giving away her position every moment.
I charged my sword with my Magical Energy and swung it in her direction, blowing her away.
Ducking my head swiftly, several arrows sailed past me, my head jerked towards the forest where the Archer of Black from before was targeting me.
"Take this!" Rider shouted gleefully, the tip of his Lance intertwined with his own power, piercing through the air towards me.
The flat of my blade was brough up to block, but the force was enough to push it back into my chest before I could deflect it away. "Fuck off." I shouted in annoyance as more arrows came at me in that brief moment, swinging my sword in the air I destroyed them from dozens of feet away.
"Grrrrrr" Berserker was on me again, Mace slammed in the ground and discharged a burst of lightning towards me.
At the same time, several more arrows came at me, and Rider's Lance shot towards my face. I slammed Clarent into the ground, activating my Mana burst again. Rider and Berserker were blown back, but a stream of arrows hit my shoulder, tunneling through my armor.
I was about to go after the Archer, but suddenly magical lighting fired into the air, destroying another volley of arrows. I turned to see who cast the spell, though I could have guess.
"Asshole, I didn't need your help!" I spat out, but it was....nice to have backup. He wasn't as much a pushover that I thought. I thought he was some smooth talking magus that tricked father, but he's decently strong. I turned back to Berserker and Rider, a grin forming on my face. I broke the arrows still sticking out of me. "Well, how about round two without the bastard hiding in the back?"
"How about we talk this out?" Rider offered.
"Yeah, no." I flicked Clarent to the side, carving the ground apart. I was ready for another round, but something suddenly felt off, and the sky turned red with the ground shaking. "What the hell!?" I felt someone grab me suddenly, fast enough that I didn't notice in time.
"Kazikli bey!"
"Avalon."
A golden light surrounded me, a warm light I hadn't seen in a very long time. All around us, Stakes shot out of the ground, but failed to penetrate this barrier around us.
"This is….?" I was at a loss for words.
"Haaah, made it in time. That was dangerous." The bastard Magus laughed. "This is why Servants are scary, Noble Phantasms are just hard to deal with."
The light took an ethereal form around us and it was something I would forever recognize. "Father's Sheath?" I whispered.
"Yeah, she gave it to me to keep me safe." He smiled, holding it up for me to see.
"….you really are together with Father?" It was hard to imagine, but, why else would he have this Sheath? It only worked with Father's magical energy as well, he would have to have given it to this basta—I mean this person.
"I am, she's someone very important to me." He pat my shoulder. "Talk later, fight now."
"R-right." I quickly dismissed all those troubling thoughts. I was a knight; I had no business being distracted by such things on the battlefield.
I looked around again, the red sky started to fade and even the uncountable number of stakes that blocked our vision began to disappear. I gripped my sword tightly, and I couldn't help but glance at this – man who was beside me
"Move quick, I'll support you."
"Fine." I replied. "…You better keep up."
"What kind of Mom would I be if I let my son play without any supervision?" He grinned.
But for some reason...it didn't feel as annoying like it had been before.
Father's Sheath faded just as the other Noble Phantasm returned the world to normal and I burst out, targeting the Berserker Servant, who looked surprised at my sudden appearance.
"Not so fast!" Rider jumped after me. "Trap of Argalia!" The feeling of his Noble Phantasm activated; his spear lit up with an ethereal light as it stabbed towards my lower body.
"Bindings of Gaia." That…. Magus's voice called out, and massive Roots sprung up to wrap the Rider Servant up and bound him.
Berserker swung her Mace, but I side stepped it easily. I poured a chunk of my magical energy into my sword, and my Mana Burst exploded out. "Die!" I shouted, swinging Clarent with all my strength right at the Berserker servant, cleaving her in half and utterly destroying the area.
The – Father's...lover appeared at my side. "That's one down, well done."
"I don't need your praise." I huffed.
Of course I could take that Servant down, I'm the best knight under Father.
***
Wilhelm POV
Mordred was acting strange, but I guess seeing Avalon might have dredged up some buried feelings. That Noble Phantasm – Kazikli Bey, was dangerous, the entire area, as in literally every square inch, was covered in stakes for its activation. And these weren't like the normal ones he can use as he wished, these ways gave off a foreboding feeling of death.
Noble Phantasms are dangerous. I had to use Primordial Runes, a Divine Construct, and my strongest Shield Spell to block that Lancer's Noble Phantasms from before.
"You continue to be pests!" Vlad shouted, his face snarled in rage.
I felt a twinge in my link with Sir Wiggles. Following the link, it looked like he found the Grail. I had him sneak in while we were distracting everyone and find the Grail.
I looked at Mordred then back at Lancer. "Well my feelings are hurt." I put my hand on Mordred. "Good day sir." I pulled Mordred through a portal opening up within the Castle grounds.
"The hell!?" Mordred blurted out, landing on the ground from the sudden shift. The area was practically in ruins because of my bombs, elemental effects were still seen everywhere, but there was no one running out to attack us.
"Sir Wiggles found the grail, one moment." I closed my eyes to follow his senses.
"I wasn't done!" She threw her hands up. "I watched you fight for like forever and I barely got a turn!" She whined.
"You can fight later, let me focus." I tuned her out.
Lets see, he should be at the right side, a few stories below the ground. Smart, putting it closer to the Leyline, it should be quick to –
My eyes shot open.
"And then you –" Mordred stopped, looking at me. "What?"
"Which bitch dares!?" I shouted to the surroundings, feeling a ping from the familiar link. My face immediately morphed into an expression of rage.
"Hoho." A haughty laugh answered. "My, my when things happen you don't foresee, is this how you react? Imagine how we've felt this entire time." A woman with long black hair appeared. I recognized her from before with the priest. She stood upon the castle walls, a good distance away. In any other situation, I may have made a cocky remark, or even flirted, but right now all I felt was unbelievable anger as she held Sir Wiggles, gripped tightly in her hand.
He didn't move, his eyes were closed. I could only faintly feel him through the link, he was still alive.
"Is this rodent yours, hmm?" An evil grin grew on her face as she squeezed a little bit tighter.
"Assassin." The priest's voice echoed out, he stepped up right behind her. "There's no need to be cruel, we've got what we came here for." As soon as the words left his mouth, a large skeletal beast touched down from the sky next to them.
"You..!" I took a step forward but she raised up Sir Wiggles.
"Ah." She looked at my smugly. "Careful, I may accidentally squeeze it too tightly."
I stopped in my tracks, only able to glare.
"There, that's the perfect look for you." She laughed, mounting up with the priest who just stared at me without emotion.
As they took to the skies, she tossed Sir Wiggles down. I moved as quickly as I could to catch him. I immediately called up on the power of Avalon, letting its light wash over him. There were spots on him, green and black.
He had been poisoned.
"Come on, buddy, this is nothing." I ran a hand through his matted fur.
"Oi, you gonna let them get away with that?" Mordred retracted her helmet, giving me a look.
"This is more important." I didn't even harbor the thought.
"You really care about that rabbit?"
"He's family." Was all I said.
"Wilhelm!" Vlad's enraged voice filled the area, already having come back to the castle. "Where is my Grail!?" I guess he had been informed on what happened by someone.
"I don't have it." I spat out, cradling my familiar.
"You're too late." Mordred clarified. "Those other guys stole it."
He let out an angry grunt. "This is your fault, if you hadn't –"
"Quiet." Raikou appeared next to me. "Speak one more word and I shall crush you, insect."
"Lancer." Siegfried also came to calm his companion. Flanked by Rider and whom I believe was Archer since I didn't recognize him and he had a bow.
I ignored them for the moment {You're back.} I sent towards Raikou. With a glance, I could see her condition. She had been fighting with Lancer for awhile now, and it definitely showed, she was sporting many wounds and looked exhausted.
{Lancer was forcibly recalled.} Raikou didn't sound too happy.
{Another Command Seal?}
{Yes but…..He said that he needed one to regrow his arm in such short time.}
{That means three had been used...that doesn't sound right.} Something was definitely up there.
"What happened, why's everyone standing around?" Rider slammed their lance into the ground and leaned against it.
"Look up into the sky and see." I stated.
"What do you me—" Rider looked up. "Oh."
"That's….." Siegfried looked surprised as well.
"How did that appear without anyone noticing." Even Vlad shared their reaction.
"It appears that we've underestimated the Red faction." Archer's voice reached my ears. "Being able to bring something like that out, it would not be simple. For them to do it under our noses, it speaks of detailed planning."
I noticed it when they flew away.
High up into the sky was a fortress.
There was no doubt in my mind that it was a Noble Phantasm. A Noble Phantasm that existed in the normal world, not a single use ability, and it was a flying fortress.
Things were not simple at all.
Sir Wiggles opened his eyes, the foreign colors leaving his body.
Good boy.
"I'm going to bring it down." I declared.
"What?" Mordred looked at me. "You're going to take down that thing? That's probably Caster's fucking workshop, and a Noble Phantasm. It probably has more defenses than this place, and such a stupid thing is probably from the Age of Gods."
"Yup." I nodded at her words. They were surprisingly well thought out. I turned towards the Black Faction members. "Temporary Truce?" I offered.
Vlad scowled. "What's stopping us from taking you now and merely sieging them ourselves?"
"The fact that they have the Grail and thought it was a good idea to steal it implies they can do something with it, so time is a factor." I pointed out first. "And second, how much longer do you think the night will last?"
I knew Ruler was skulking nearby, if we tried to do something overtly during the day.....she had plenty of command seals for a reason.
Vlad looked at me before furrowing his brow and clicking his tongue. "Fine, do what you wish to bring it down we will not interfere. If you fail, I'm putting your head on a spike outside my castle."
"Awesome, team up!" Rider jumped up happily.
"How do you expect to bring it down." Archer spoke up, his eyes reminded me of Scathach's.
"I'm a Magus, what do you think I'll do?" I took hold of my Staff. "I'm going to cast a spell." I took a few steps forward, each time my foot touched the ground, a Magic Circle formed around a Rune. "I'll show you, the strongest spell I've ever created." The completed form of my Nine-Realms.
***
Sorry for the late chapter, took a nap when I got home from work.
Wilhelm going to calmly express his grievances with the Red Faction. First Servant had been killed, -- Berserker. Sorry to the people asking to take care of Fran :p. For those of you who don't know, Berserker of Black is Frankenstein's monster and as is tradition, is a woman.
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I continued my steps, Sir Wiggles watched in my arm, not fretting over the situation. He was a strong rabbit; he would easily recover from this little setback and be stronger for it later.
My Staff glowed bright, the accumulated Magical Energy a constant outpour onto the surroundings. Behind me were dozens of Spell Circles on the ground, each spot I had passed by briefly until coming to a stop a little bit away from the others.
"What's going on!" A voice shouted, coming from a large entrance deeper into the castle. He held himself upright, a cane in his hand as he swept his gaze around the area. Flanked by his sides were people in some-what matching uniforms and behind him was the familiar figure of Siegfried's master.
Vlad shot him a look. "We have agreed to a cease fire while we retrieve the Grail." He said plainly, though the way they looked at each other, I could guess a mental link, meaning this man was Lancer's master. Vlad was no doubt giving him a more in depth explanation.
"You're Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, head of the Yggdmillennia family." I met his eyes.
"You are Wilhelm 'Schweinorg'." He emphasized my name, perhaps even witha tone of respect.
"You don't have to look so afraid, my Grandfather isn't going to interfere in this war." The pensive look on his face when he spoke could easily be understood if I placed myself in his shoes.
The Yggdmillennia family broke away from the Mages Association, and if Zelretch wanted to move on them, there was frankly nothing they could realistically do.
"Now." I raised my Staff up, beginning the important bits of the spell sequence. "I need to concentrate." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Raikou look more alert. Despite being a Berserker and having some weird version of Mad Enhancement, she was undoubtedly a warrior. Funnily enough, even Mordred appeared to be keeping an eye on the others while also watching me intently.
Well, if my Son was watching, I had to show off a bit.
I swiped the Staff against the ground, creating many more Magic Circles, dozens upon dozens began to cover the ground all around me.
Stabbing the Staff of Magnus into the ground, I let go and withdrew a handful of Talismans from my ring. "Metal Enriches Water. Water Nurtures Wood. Wood Feeds Fire. Fire Dries Earth. Earth Refines Metal." They shot out, forming a pentagram that covered the entire courtyard.
The Five Elements Mutual Generation. It was the creation cycle from most Eastern Cosmologies. Usually, this spell had the effect of doubling the output of most other spells, but in this particular instance, it went even further.
I began the next step, Runes all began to form around me with a flick of my wrist. They shot out and formed a large Runic Circle using the Pentagram as the base. The sequence was reminiscent of the Skyrim Runic spells I had come across and thus repurposed for my own use.
I wasn't done.
Holding my hand up, I steadily began to draw more Runes – Primordial Runes.
The very air around the castle shuddered at the actualization of these spells that were created during the Age of Gods. This system of symbols that could reach the truth of the world with their hidden meanings.
Overlapped, my Primordial Runes that represented the Elements overlaid with my Five Elements Mutual Generation.
Putting my hand over the Orb on my Staff of Magnus I continued. "One gives birth to Nine." The ground around the castle shook, as if an earthquake overtook the area. The Magical Energy in the air stirred, and the stars above began to glow just a little bit brighter.
My Spell Circles lit up immediately, all encompassed by the larger one that began to shine brighter and brighter.
Two different systems of world creation, two different cosmologies. The Eastern creation cycle bolstered the Norse's version of origins, the beginnings of their Nine Realms.
I felt a swelling in my chest, and I couldn't help but smile. This was the first time I attempted to cast this spell, and now, the Blessing of Odin burned within me, as if reacting to my intent.
I was pulling massively on concepts connected to the Norse Cosmology, and who better defined that than the All-Father himself? Who hung himself upon the branches of Yggdrasil to gain wisdom? The Blessing synchronized with the casting, adding 'weight' to my spell, pulling further upon the concepts.
"And Nine embraces One." I held my hands out, something began to grow out of the ground. At a visible speed, they came together, merged and expanded.
A tree.
The World Tree.
It grew, shooting up towards the sky, immediately eclipsing the height of the Castle, towering above everything within a hundred miles.
I finished and the final pieces of the Tree sprouted, its form taking a solidified shape unto the world. Something not seen in millennia, not born of this age. It was fake, a broken image of the past, but for a moment, it would exist again.
"Blessings of the World Tree – Yggdrasil."
Still, the flying fortress sat above the clouds, continuing to look down upon us.
"W-what is that!?" It was Saber's master who spoke, pointing at the new addition to the landscape.
"The air…." Archer spoke. "It's nostalgic."
"I feel good." Mordred said idly, holding her hands up.
The Tree just existing is a boon to those who I choose to shelter beneath it.
"That is impressive Magecraft, to call upon the Sacred Tree in this era like so." Siegfried spoke with praise, I and forgotten that he grew up in a time where the Norse were still adhered to, their teachings followed.
{Master, I feel energized, and my wounds are healing rapidly.} Raikou spoke through the link. {I feel stronger as well.}
I wanted to respond, but something caught my attention up into the sky. The flying fortress shifted, and I saw colorful symbols alight around its exterior. Even with Reinforcing my eyesight, I could just barely make out massive Spell Circles charging up.
"You! Do something." Saber's master shouted, pointing towards the sky. "Can this stupid Tree stop that!?"
"Did you think I cast this spell just for aesthetic purposes?" I scoffed, withdrawing Gae Bolg from my ring and stabbing it into the ground. "I call upon the Realm of Gods. The Halls of Immortals, and the All-Father."
The Tree shuddered and Nine figures appeared around it, located at the same places they existed along with the Tree. These symbols, each representing their realm, glowed bright, but the one up top glowed the brightest.
A floating city of gold – the Symbol of the Godly Realm.
"Asgard." I commanded, tossing Gae Bolg up into it.
Gae Bolg, it was a spear crafted by Scathach, who was taught her Runic prowess by Odin himself. But that wasn't all. Gae Bolg could be said to be descended from a certain spear, one wielded by the All-Father, a symbol of his Authority as the King of Gods in this particular world-view.
Gae Bolg that always strikes the heart, it made for a wonderful Anchor to call upon the image of another spear, supported by my fake Yggdrasil.
"The Spear which strikes anywhere within the Nine-Realms. Reveal yourself."
My Gae Bolg filled with power, overlapping its existence with another phantasm, another memory and legend. Odin's blessing thrummed within my body, the spear solidified, a golden sheen now adorning the night sky, scaled up several fold from its normal size.
The power of Asgard upon my spell, it gave everything to form this spear. This was the final form of Asgard as represented in my Nine-Realms.
I looked up, completely unafraid as I watched the flying fortress gather power. It was clear it thought my spell was a threat, perhaps unknowing of what it does, but the absolute amount of power it radiated probably causes them to worry.
And I'm sure whoever sat upon the throne within that fortress assumed they held the advantage, that they didn't even consider themselves in danger.
I smiled while running a hand through Sir Wiggles fur.
The Spell Circles reached their peak above the clouds, and a handful of Beams of destruction fired down upon us. Each one would be enough to vaporize the castle in full. I heard shouts behind me to bring back up the shield, to use what spells they could to defend.
Mordred cast a glance at me, I could tell she was a bit hesitant, but I just winked her way, earning a scoff, but she settled down.
Raikou did not fret one iota, her faith in me was a warm welcome.
"Strike with Absolution -- Gungnir." I commanded.
It moved, faster than one would perceive normally. A golden line ascended to the sky, jutting out in directions and moving in ways that should be impossible under the normal laws of the world.
My Spear and the fired magical beams collided with an explosion of Magical Energy. There was no epic stalemate, no fighting between spells, a Golden Spear returned to my side without resistance, the night sky becoming serene once again.
My Nine-Realms spells, they take an aspect of the corresponding realm I imbued them with. I chose Asgard for defense, to have a shield to defend with in using the basic application. But here, Asgard takes on its true principal – The best Defense, is a good offense.
What better defense was there then Odin's spear that strikes anywhere and never misses? I could use the spear to strike at them, but it perhaps would not do much, it was not something for wide-speared destruction.
No, I had something else in mind.
While I called this my final form of my Nine-Realms, the truth was, there was still much left to do to complete it. At the moment, I was comfortable calling upon two of the Realms within.
Asgard was the first – the Manifestation of Odin's spear using Gae Bolg as an anchor and Odin's blessing to help facilitate the Fake Phantasm.
"The Fires of Destruction – Muspelheim" I called out, the second Symbol ignited, quite literally. I didn't require anything to bring forth my concept of Muspelheim, I could do so with everything I had provided into this spell. But at the same time, I was a bit worried because this next one would be a bit…..aggressive.
I withdrew the Sword of Destruction, and tossed it into the raging fires.
My sword that held the concept of destruction synergized with my spell that practically shouted with joy. My original application, the lesser version, the Fire Of Muspelheim. It was meant as a purely destructive force, and this completed form would not be much different
The flames swirled around my sword, changing shape, overlaying it like Gae Bolg and Gungnir. It took a moment for them to solidify into the shape I desired, the False Phantasm that I would be drawing upon.
"Sun-like Sword that Becomes a Calamity." I called upon the new sword, the bane of all Norse Gods. The Sword which seared away the textures that was the Norse Cosmology from the layers of the World – the Sword which brought about Ragnarök. Wielded by the Fire Giant – Surtr.
Fake as it was, a mere image of a Phantasm that no longer exists, it still held much weight in this state. The Concepts that brought it together are some that have thoroughly disappeared from the world.
This ridiculous sword that could match the Pillar that fastens together the layers of reality.
Distance did not matter.
An absolute authority over life – well this version was significantly weaker, but certain concepts still applied to it. And with my Sword of Destruction acting was a wonderful container for the spell to bring about the true sword's effects, even severely diminished as they were.
The space around the sword was burned away. The flame that threatened to spew out was forcibly contained at the swords edge, but still, everything in the vicinity became significantly hotter. If I lapsed in focus for even a moment, this spell would run rampant in all directions.
It floated high up, my arm raising along with it.
This one is for you, Sir Wiggles.
"Twilight of the Gods – Laevatein." I swiped my hand through the air.
The space between the sword and the flying fortress was immaterial, it was all burned away in an instant. A white streak extended from the point of the slash, all the way up to the sky, colliding with the defensive capabilities of the Noble Phantasm
They lasted only for a moment before a chunk of the Fortress was incinerated, and the rest of it began falling from the sky.
***
Omake – Dracula is only a second-rate vampire.
"You are one tough bastard." I grit my teeth, meeting each of Vlad's strikes head on.
He had blood running out the corners of his mouth, but that smile on his face revealed how much he was enjoying this. "To survive against my enhance abilities while in my territory, you are praiseworthy." He swung his spear out.
"Well, I just need to stall for time, while you're here, my Servant can take out your companions." I began pushing back, my blade flashing out with increased speed.
Vlad's brow furrowed. "No, I simply have to deal with you quickly and go assist in retaking the Grail."
"Ha, like I'll let you leave me like that!" My other sword shot out, flying at him from all angles. He was forced to back off, the pressure of his attacks lessing.
"Annoyinng pest!" He growled, jerking his hand up and summoning hundreds of stakes to pierce towards me. They did nothing infront of my many sword, all of which shot out to defend me.
The attack abruptly stooped, Vlad looking dazed. "NO!" He shouted, spear planting in the ground. "Darnic, don't you dare!" His voice filled with rage.
He clutched his head, gritting his teeth. "I forbid you from making me use this Noble Phantasm! Darnic you back stabbing fool!"
"What the hell is going on?" I blurted out.
"I'm not him! I can't be, this isn't true." Vlad shouted out with increasing frenzy.
"No…" I whispered in horror, realizing what was happening. "The legend that attached itself to Vlad the Impaler, that carried itself over to modern times. I didn't think it was possible..."
Vlad growled, his features shifting visibly on what appeared to be a Noble Phantasm centered on himself.
He changed, eyes bloodshot, fangs visible in his simile, and three words that brought sheer horror to every fiber of my being. "It's Morbin Time."
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Couldn't resist the Morbin Omake, I'm sorry.
So, Mc reveals the completed form of his Nine-Realms, and Semiramis's day takes a turn for the worse.
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