章節 15: Demon Duke
[Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 30
Agility: 2000
Vitality: 200
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 1, 000
Unique Skills:
-magic cards -appraisal -evil gaze -strengthen -leap -basic magics -fire magic -illusion magic -water magic -light magic -nature magic]
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Grandaria Kingdom
In the heart of the Ablux Continent lies the illustrious Grandaria Kingdom, renowned far and wide as the very epitome of magical prowess. Here, amidst the towering spires and shimmering enchantments, magic thrives in abundance, earning the kingdom its distinguished title as the "Magical Kingdom."
At the heart of this enchanting realm stands the prestigious Grandaria Magic Academy, a beacon of learning and enlightenment for aspiring mages from across the continent. With its hallowed halls teeming with knowledge and arcane secrets, it stands as a testament to the kingdom's commitment to the mystical arts.
But magic in Grandaria is not merely confined to the confines of academia. No, the kingdom boasts a formidable force of magic knights, revered throughout the land for their unparalleled skill and valor. Indeed, these knights hold sway as the undisputed champions of the Ablux Continent, their prowess unmatched by any other.
Yet, it is not only in matters of magic that Grandaria excels. Blessed with bountiful resources and a thriving economy, the kingdom stands as a beacon of prosperity and opulence. From the depths of its mines to the lush pastures of its husbandry, and the gleaming workshops that churn out wondrous magical artifacts, Grandaria's wealth knows no bounds.
Indeed, it is no exaggeration to say that Grandaria reigns supreme as the richest kingdom of the Ablux Continent, its influence felt far and wide across the realm. With its blend of magical mastery, military might, and economic prosperity, the kingdom stands as a shining example of civilization's triumph over adversity.
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Amidst the thrum of anticipation, the warriors stood poised for their inaugural clash alongside newfound allies.
"Our clan warriors are primed and ready," Magra declared, her voice tinged with determination.
"Aye, our tribe stands prepared as well," Aegir chimed in, his gaze ablaze with fervor.
With a nod of agreement, Oz drew a fortifying breath. "Then let's make history, folks! INTO VICTORY!!!" His rallying cry echoed through the ranks as he led the charge towards the demonic horde, his comrades hot on his heels.
As the frenzied onslaught unfolded, the demons recoiled in astonishment at the ferocity of the Orcs and Goblins fighting side by side.
"Charge!" A thunderous voice bellowed from the enemy ranks, imbued with an eerie resonance that sent shivers down Oz's spine. Sensing a formidable presence among the demons, he swiftly relayed his strategy to Aegir.
"Aegir!" Oz called out, leaping to his comrade's side. "There's a powerful noble demon leading the fray. I'll engage him head-on while you thin their ranks. Rally Magra and Gurolf to our side once their numbers dwindle. We need to keep that demon occupied!"
"Got it, Ren. Smooth as silk. And don't you dare bite the dust on me," Aegir replied with a grin, his eyes alight with warrior's resolve.
"The feeling's mutual," Oz quipped, exchanging a quick nod before launching himself into the heart of the battle.
With unyielding resolve, Oz clashed with the demon forces, his blade a blur as he dispatched foes with swift precision. His fearless charge spurred the Orcs and Goblins to new heights of bravery, their morale soaring as they rallied to his side.
"Hah! Look at him, showing off like he's the star of the show," Aegir chuckled, watching Oz's audacious display with a mix of admiration and amusement.
"ROAAAR! DON'T LET THE NEW GUY STEAL THE SPOTLIGHT!" Aegir roared, igniting the Goblins' spirits as they surged into battle alongside their leader.
"Ugh, does he have to keep mentioning the 'new guy'?" Oz muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at Aegir's theatrics.
As the tide of battle shifted, the noble demon sought to tip the scales with a devastating spell.
"Meteor bla--" he began, his voice resonating with ominous power.
"Wind Blast!" Oz countered, his voice cutting through the cacophony as he unleashed a tempestuous gale that disrupted the demon's incantation.
The spell faltered, and the noble demon staggered under the force of the backlash, spitting blood in frustration as Oz locked eyes with him, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Hmph!" the demon grunted, his defiance palpable.
Undeterred, Oz surged forward, his blade flashing with lethal intent as he engaged the demon in a fierce duel of wills and steel.
Slash
Oz's strikes came swift and relentless, leaving the demon reeling from the onslaught.
"Pathetic goblin! How dare you wound me!" the demon spat, his fury mounting with each blow.
"My apologies, dear noble demon," Oz retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he pressed the attack, each strike calculated to exploit the demon's vulnerabilities.
Though the demon managed to evade some of Oz's blows, the goblin's cunning tactics left him with grievous wounds, his anger boiling over as he cursed his diminutive foe.
Intent on finishing the fight, Oz pressed the assault, only to discover that the wounds he inflicted vanished without a trace, leaving him momentarily stunned by the demon's resilience.
"Appraisal!" Oz said, activating his appraisal skill.
[Type: Incubus Demon [Duke]
level: 254
Strength: 400.000
Agility: 100.000
Vitality: 4.000.000
Mana: 5000.000
Spiritual: 4000.000
Skills: -strengthen -claw strike -Fire Arch magic -superhuman strength -ruler's aura -evil gaze -Illusion Arch magic -Charm Arch Magic]
"Arch magic," Oz muttered, his voice laced with a mix of determination and anticipation.
Despite his numerous skirmishes with various demon breeds, Oz hadn't yet procured any cards, leading him to deduce that the coveted Arch magic would be his prize alone.
"The Arch magic is mine!" he declared inwardly, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead.
With a swift dash, Oz launched himself at the Incubus once more, their blades clashing in a whirlwind of steel and shadows.
For thirty grueling minutes, they battled ceaselessly, Oz keenly aware of the Incubus's growing strength with each passing moment. Yet it wasn't the demon's prowess that concerned him most, but the plight of his allies, struggling against formidable adversaries amidst the chaos of battle.
"I must end this swiftly and aid my comrades," Oz resolved, his gaze flickering with determination as he steeled himself for the final gambit.
Allowing the Incubus to unleash its Arch magic, Oz watched as the demon's confidence swelled, unaware of the goblin's hidden reserves of spiritual power.
As the Incubus closed in, confident of victory, Oz's blade found its mark with deadly precision, piercing the demon's chest in a swift, decisive thrust.
"What—How?" the Incubus sputtered, blood staining its lips as it crumpled to the ground.
"Because I am stronger than you," Oz retorted with a smirk, his victory assured.
Surveying the battlefield, Oz saw his allies rallying against the remaining demons, their resolve unshaken by the fallen noble's demise.
"Ren!" Aegir's voice cut through the chaos as he, Gurolf, and Magra rushed to Oz's side.
Spotting the Incubus's lifeless form, Aegir's eyes widened in disbelief. "Is this the demon noble?" he asked incredulously.
"Indeed," Oz confirmed, his demeanor calm and collected.
"You took it down solo?" Magra queried, her expression a mix of admiration and astonishment.
"For now, let's focus on clearing out the rest of these pesky pests," Oz replied, his tone decisive as he led the charge against the remaining demons.
As the battle raged on, Oz couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction within. Despite the odds stacked against him, he had emerged victorious without the need for his precious cards—a testament to his strength and resourcefulness.
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