Bab 119: Holy City
Worshipers are a funny thing. When word began circulating that my tattoos were not holy symbols but instead curses and profane, it became the common consensus that I took on the sins of the world and stood tall under the burden, my holy light burning even brighter for the strain.
I guess that is what I get for allowing housewives to worship me so thoroughly.
After clearing the area of all the fools holding it including the Sinister Triad and the Skritt, I established a holy city in the Brisban Wildlands with the help of the Molten Alliance. At first it was just a bunch of bro's out in the wilderness playing Metal louder than hell and drinking mead from the reservoir formed by the upturned Horn of Party Hardy, but pretty soon the Dredge wanted to get more of their friends and family out from under the Moletariat, so we went on another raid of Sorrow's Embrace and a few of the lesser Dredge settlements and got those mole-people out.
With that done the Charr wanted us to rally the broken remains of the Flame Legion and pretty soon Efram Greetsglory was my new High Priest and the rest of the Flame Legion finally under my thumb. Ironic considering he was the one who originally ruined my scheme to pass myself off as Baelfire and take control of the Flame Legion by pointing out that I was a tiny Norn to the other dipshits that bought my fast talk.
They could have just surrendered at the start and worshiped me as their new god, but I guess Yahweh had to smack the Jews around to get them goose stepping to the beat of his drum, so I am in good company.
Turns out that the world doesn't just ignore massive army movements and migrations like that so people learned of my new city and it turns out that I have a lot of worshippers among the Humans disenfranchised with the abandonment of their six gods and the shitty Centaur situation that I seem to turn around whenever I show up.
Then we have the Asura who have formed an anti-Elder Dragon megakrewe under Zojja that also migrated to my city to work on our world saving SCIENCE project.
Don't forget the hundreds of baby mama's lugging around little demigods that showed up looking for child support.
This place used to be a nonstop party. It used to be glorious.
It's still pretty glorious as we built the most advanced city in Tryia by fusing everything the Asura, Dredge, and Charr had accomplished along with my own guiding hand and aesthetic. Between Asuran Golems, Dredge Powersuits, Charr Vehicles and magic dialing everything up to eleven they had all the pieces for putting together a kick ass puzzle, and so I got into kingdom building… heavily.
I set about building my dream faction, and before I knew it the humans were seven feet tall and able to lift a horse before the application of an Archetype and magic gear. I was deep in experiments trying to figure out how to do the same to all the other races that paid me homage when the Pact called me up to lay the smack down on a newly awakened Elder Dragon, Mordremoth.
I shook off the SCIENCE induced stupor and looked out upon all I had built in the last year and a half and saw that it was good.
Out of heat fused stone and glorious metal and shining glass we fashioned a city of massive scale both vertically, horizontally, and underground. Every part of it bustled with activity and technology and magic, and not even the arrival of the Mordrem had caused a disruption in the action. Instead, the tide of Dragon Minions that should have flowed out of the deep Maguuma Jungle and across the Silverwastes broke upon the walls of my city and the glorious mechanized soldiers defending it.
People hadn't even seen the need to bother me about it until the Pact wanted to use my city as a staging area for their air assault into the heart of the jungle.
After all, why would my followers bother me about some upjumped plant people when they wield fire and metal better than any ever before them.
Mordremoth really stepped to the wrong gang when he dragged his cellar dweller ass up to these mean streets and the only thing keeping us from going full Sozin's Comet on their vegetable bods was the friendly relationship I'd had my people foster with the Itzel (Treefrog People), Nuhoch (giant bullfrog people), and Exalted (Diablo Style Angels made from Humans).
Our relationships with those three tribes enabled my people to not only move through and harvest the complex and dangerous jungle like the natives, but to survive even the harshest poisons and acids, to see through attempted stealth, as well as how to fight like the natives, and fight alongside the natives.
You'd think an army of bad mother fuckers wearing power armor, riding tanks and helicopters, throwing fire and lava and hot lead and sharp steel everywhere we go was the max level of awesome, but then you make those people hardened recon jungle raiders and even I felt the need to tip my metaphorical hat and thank them for their service.
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"It's about time you left the lab." Kat smirked as she rested her warhammer over her shoulder and watched her turrets tearing the rabble level Mordrem enemies to shreds, but that smirk faded as she looked up at the Pact Airships charging towards their doom, "I hate this." she sighed.
The Sylvari are sleeper agents created by Mordremoth and they are currently on all the ships of the Pact. Even with many of them able to resist subservience to the dragon. Most could not. They'd bring the fleet down from the sky with their betrayal.
"We need this." I assured her as I wrapped my arms around her waist, "Rytlock will follow his sword through the Mists and free Balthazaar. We need Balthazaar freed and if I tried to do it myself I'd come up against the other five gods trying to stop me. One mortal moving through the Mists is beneath their notice. One god doing so, marching to their prison. No dice."
Balthazaar was the linchpin in my plan to ascend to the mastery of this world and cosmos. The diminished war god would successfully drain power from a bloodstone and three Elder Dragons to empower his divinity to wage war against his former pantheon.
My presence would imply changes to his course, but that won't happen. We share too many domains to become allies, making us rivals. And Balthazaar won't try to take on a god in his own city until his power is not only restored, but too great to contend with.
Too bad for him, I'd be stealing some shine from Caddock and the boys by slaying him myself while he tries to drain Kralkatorrik. With power on the top end in this world so easily transferable, Jack, Medusa, and I would ascend to true godhood upon devouring him, then finish the job on Kralkatorrik. Jormag and Primordus would handle each other, leaving me and my ascended lovers wielding our full powers as gods and the primordial powers of the dragons.
The war on the mists would be brief and bountiful, taking godhood for Wanda, Kat, and Linda as well as strengthening our own, at which point we'd activate Omadd's Machine, enter the Eternal Alchemy, and make the system our bitch with the subjugation machines I'd been making with Zojja for years.
Because fuck some arbitrary balance imposed by some omnipotent asshat. I do what I want.
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JManM
JManM Okay. We get a look at Grax's final faction and his end game plans in this chapter. I could have done season one and two of the living world content, but honestly most of it was boring and Grunt needs things on the rails till Path of Fire is over. Usually he is the guy looking to sock canon in the mouth, but Graxy has his eyes on the prize. True godhood for him and his harem and absolute control of this verse.
Onto other news. I was one hundred percent right about DXD being a viewer goldmine. The story surpased the Jaune Arc rewrite that had been up for two weeks in a single day and that version of Grax isn't even trying to be charming.
I also got my first first chapter drop comment because Dio was apparently supposed to make his harem of mind broken hos were hijabs so that when the all powerful characters just barge into his pad like they do so often in DXD their nude bodies don't get seen.
That boy would not have been capable of bearing the strain of my writing if his line in the sand is Puritan Christian or Muslim values on female dress.
I don't think eating people is very Halal folks.
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Bab 120: Rumble in the Jungle
Grunt changes. That has been something I have been okay with for decades. Grunt loses intrest. That is something else I have been okay with because the one thing he has never lost interest in is me. We bounce from universe to universe, collecting all the interesting shit, studying all the interesting shit, fucking all the interesting people, and killing all the interesting enemies.
Then we move on.
But not this time. As I watched my husband help a tribe of frog people prepare to defend themselves against an enemy I know he doesn't give a shit about, I couldn't help but think about the machines he is building, the plans he is making, the permanence of it all.
The Eternal Alchemy sounds like some Gaia and Aella shit, maybe less personality, but every ounce the bullshit and destructive capacity. Normally, Grax wouldn't touch that shit, but not this time.
Listening to him go on and on about how the savages must be stopped before they fuck up all the Tuscan architecture really shows where his heart is on this verse.
For whatever reason, Grax loves it here. And I like it too.
Tyria was always on the right side of zany to keep me chuckling, everyone here was hot as hell, and we were never more than a few days walk from some wildly new and beautiful terrain.
The Verdant Brink, the locale our army was currently running around securing was a series of finger like mountains wrapped in massive vines, creating some of the most complicated and interesting terrain I had ever traversed, full of enemies and wildlife waiting for the chance to tear your head off.
Grunt was right to call this place Jungle Tuchanka so long as Mordremoth is around to wage his war on everything he doesn't control.
Speaking off, when his army rushed into the frogman village, we were treated to the sight of Medusa opening up a can of whoop ass in her signature style that left the frogmen wondering if she was one of theirs. The way she leapt around and clung to surfaces to create attack angles, and did so at Mach three, bursting the sound barrier with every move and turning the plant men to mulch. It was a damn work of art.
Kat and Linda had transitioned to this new world flawlessly, and despite not being anywhere near Medusa's power had committed fully to a clever application of the Archetype system here in this world. Kat had become nearly invulnerable behind the magnetic barriers she could generate as a Scrapper Engineer and Kat was completely in her element augmenting her firing prowess as a Deadeye Thief.
Wanda now rolled deep in undead minions, capable of summoning armies of fleshcrafted soldiers that healed her for every bit of damage they inflicted on her enemies. On top of this, her Reaper Shroud had grown immensely in power after the death of Zhaitan. She had broken the limits of her Archetype using Zhaitan's dragon energy and was now using all the abilities in her three specializations, meaning she absolutely wrecked anything her burning energy scythe touched.
Watching Grax turn into a giant radiant angel of doom was fucking neat. The guy could now drop nuke strikes with his hammer and delete anything that came into contact with his kilometer long beams of sword light. People were right to worship him. Gods were so often disappointing, but Grax shows up to show off.
Plus he actually cared.
We spent all day helping people across the Brink, and all night fighting the Champions of Mordremoth up in the jungle canopy. With each heavy hitter we brought down, people cheered. We killed them with the same contemptible ease they could kill normal people, and with all of them dead we secured the path into the Auric Basin.
We'd been a little too busy being gods and parents to have explored this far into the jungle, but the golden energy angels defending a golden city Tarir need to pay Grax royalties for ripping off his divine avatar look. They should also pay tribute for us saving their asses from some sentient vines.
The Tangled depths were a cluster fuck that culminated in us slaying four of the giant land shrimp call chak. They eat magic and use it to generate force fields that make them a mother fucking nightmare for normal people to kill. They were especially attracted to the magic cannons we set up to siege the final stretch of the jungle, Dragon's Stand.
Dragon's Stand is where things finally got interesting for me. We fought our way thorough the last of Mordremoth's Champions and made our way to the Dragon's main body, a bit of a fake out considering that Mordremoth was actually a thought based being that controlled plants in the physical world, but at least we got to duke it out with a massive wyrm style dragon.
It was my first time manifesting my divine avatar, a process Grax had walked me through, but unlike his form which he created using the radiant fire and light of his Archetype and Ormagoden and his own fire base divinity, I felt a bigger draw from the metal of the Fire Beast's body and the primordial shadows we picked up from Zhaitan. My avatar was a giant beast made of fire, shadow, and molten metal. I flew at the dragon on a pair of smoking bat-like wings and struck its body with a fiery greatsword and axe.
Medusa looked similar, except made of fire and stone, as she too battled against the dragon with Grax flying circles around the beast while dragging his sword up and down its body.
The fight lasted for hours, but three gods of fire versus one plant dragon could only go one way. We destroyed the body Mordremoth had built for himself and allowed the normies to chase the dragon into the astral plane while we got ready to absorb the released energy that would erupt upon the Dragon's death.
Pulling the strength of the dragon into our being added Plant and Mind to our previous domains, Fire, Blood, Metal, Noise, Death, and Shadows. Fire was still our primary domain and would pull ahead even more once Primordus and Jormag bite the dust.
We didn't take all the energy for ourselves, just enough to establish a connection to those domains, but the raw power increase was absolutely thrilling. I knew the next hit was coming as soon as Balthazaar reestablished his power. Poor guy had no idea what was coming for him.
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I had a bitch of a time writing this chapter and kept scrapping it until the idea came to me to write another Jack chapter. Its short, and not very detailed, but I just couldn't find myself with the energy to really write my way through a compelling version of the four map meta events.
Hopefully the next chapter flows more easily for me.
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