Roar!!!
The Werebear form of Joan's duplicate shouted with a trembling voice.
"Crush them!" He said as he smashed his heavy hands, able to break the neck of the undead. Reverberating the air around him.
Heads rolled as it was separated from its body with every smash. Dashing to the enemies and they were all struck by its massive body. Making a clear path for them to pass.
Shadow clones were rushing and moved with finesse and agility. Evading strikes and stabbing the enemy's backs. In other cases, some aimed to strike the head with their dagger.
Running ahead from the others made them lead the way. Joan's duplicate then switched to his Werewolf form. [Shapeshift werewolf] Was cast then he turned to a werewolf.
Smashing the undead with his paws. Others were grabbed and then he squeezed their heads till their heads popped. Blood and brain splattered on the process.
"You are so soft!" He said as he growled.
Dashing towards the fray, he used his skill [Fury]. Slashing them left and right in succession for three combos of left and right slash. Making six slashes in total.
Enemies were in disarray as he slashed them. Not wanting to experience what they saw on their company of spawns.
Immediately, they cleared the enemies as the wolves and skeletons, together with the other summons arrived. Barely left enemies for them as the first to arrive was the Shadow clones and Joan.
Dashing downhill, they saw no enemies towards the houses. As they arrived at the top, they saw enemies from the distance. Below them was a horde of abominations, crawling with their severed bodies that have sharp teeth, leathery skin, green in color that were common residents of Demon world.
The duplicate saw that the enemies were just below them. Equipping his Ranger Job class, he first used the skill [Conjure Arrow quiver]. Not having a quiver of arrows in the first place. [Conjure bow] he used his skill as he didn't also have a bow. Emitting an aura of cold-looking bow, mana gushing out from it.
[Conjure Arrow quiver]–a skill of making an arrow quiver made of mana. It will disappear after it runs out of mana source after a few minutes. Leaving only its damage to the enemy.
[Conjure bow]–a skill of making a bow made of mana. Essentially, used when the Ranger has no bow on hand.
He prepared to use his mana then used his skill [Snipe]. Looking at the enemies below.
[Snipe]–a skill of making your vision to see from afar. Each hit will do critical if the arrow was not blocked by a shield or struck on the armor. Can also be used to see from afar while spying only and not to attack. Has a great boost on the range of the attack.
He draws his bow and tucked an arrow on the bowstring. Using his skill, he can see enemies from afar. He grinned as he realized that this skill can be spammed as long as you have mana.
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
[Snipe]
He used his skill as much as he can and the enemies were all killed. The downside was, he used up his mana. He breathed in and out to recover some mana.
The original body of Joan became fourth stage Earth Realm in mana well but Duplicate was created when he was still in third realm. Knowing that he was still weak in reality.
Seeing the enemies flee, he ran with his summons protecting him. Dashing in their middle while chaos was everywhere. Seeing the houses were near, they saw that the bodies were desecrated. Inside their houses, were bodies of villagers. Woman, man, children, all killed by spawns.
The skeletons carried the bodies and went outside the houses. Putting them on the ground.
They carried the bodies on the back of the bears, strapped with rope to hold them intact.
House to house, every villager were carried. Some skeletons were also carrying the bodies. Wolves too were also helping. Arriving at their home, Joan's duplicate saw his mother and father's body. The duplicate caressed their hair and kissed them on the forehead.
Carrying his parent's bodies himself, he went to lead the summons to the hill where Joan was waiting.
Ascending from the hill, the caravan of summons with the lead of Joan's duplicate has arrived. Joan was seen sitting in front of the campfire, legs crossed while in a lotus position.
Joan's duplicate saw his aura was different. He felt that he was stronger than before. Brimming with mana gushing out from his skin.
"Another stage?" The duplicate said out loud.
Joan was silent and then opened his eyes. The fire flickered and burning wood crackled as he was sitting there.
"Wrong, Two stages," Joan said proudly, making his duplicate to be ashamed.
"Great! Summon me next time and I will be stronger!" He said to him making a wink and a thumbs up.
"By the way, I rescued father and mother just as you wish. We should start cremating them as soon as possible. The seed of evil will get worse and will make their bodies into an Undead," The duplicate said seriously this time.
"I know," Joan said then used his Nature element.
Upon brought with a stick, he created dried sticks out of it and layered them to be a bed. Joan noticed that the duplicate just watched him do the hard work.
"Hey, what are you staring at? Help me," Joan said to him.
Joan was creating sticks together with the duplicate then the summons was helping arrange it. Wolves biting sticks when passing to the skeletons, bears were helping to put sticks on the top.
Shadow clones were using their agility to move fast and deliver to the ones who were arranging their beds. Lined up like neatly arranged beds.
Soon they put the bodies to their designated bed and then Joan was silently praying for their eternal rest. His parents too were included and he felt dismayed at his incompetence. Sobbing silently for the last time.
The fire sparked on the wooden beds of the villagers. Joan was watching his parent's faces being engulfed by the fire. Slowly crawling into the sticks and it then became enormous.
The fire burned on the hills and Joan was silently watching the fire rise. Smokes were rising towards the skies and until the bodies were all burned.
"Let's go, Isaias. We need to leave from this place." Joan said then about-faced. The fire was still burning on his back.