The vast territorial land of Sheol once again turned into a battlefield as all available guild members and able warriors, noble leaders and their forces, and those who wished to prove themselves were now engaged in a brutal fight against countless different types of vicious monsters.
Ever since the appearance of a mysterious item from an unknown merchant dealer, these countless, various, and different luxurious items that were mysteriously given, bought, or sold to many seemed to be the source of these terrifying creatures.
The guild members, who were known for their bravery and exceptional fighting skills, had quickly gathered to defend their beloved town. They were joined by other skilled warriors, including mercenaries and local militia, who had all answered the call to arms after hearing the siren dedicated to the preventive contingency measure the Royal Family implemented,
The monsters were unlike anything the land had ever seen before. Some were enormous, towering over houses and crushing everything in their path with their massive claws, physical features that were new to all those who were facing them. The monsters were mutated versions of those monsters they all used to hunt and kill.
Others were small and agile, darting through the streets with razor-sharp teeth and claws, attacking anything that moved. The guild members and warriors had to constantly adapt to the ever-changing tactics and abilities of these creatures, as they seemed to have an endless supply of reinforcements coming through the summoning portal.
All of the adventurers and mages that joined the battle had no information on where these creatures originated from, the vast energy being used to open the rift from where these mutated creatures were was so raw that some summoning artefacts shattered and closed by themselves.
The ground shook beneath their feet as they advanced, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. The soldiers on the front lines braced themselves for the impending onslaught, their weapons ready. This was a battle that had been foretold in ancient prophecies—a clash between good and evil that would determine the fate of their world.
As the two sides clashed, the sound of metal on metal rang out through the air. The brave warriors fought with all their might, their determination shining through even in the face of such formidable foes. The creatures, however, seemed almost immune to pain, their bodies twisted and contorted in unnatural ways. It was clear that they were not normal; these things were made out of nightmares.
While the main force led by Empress Allatou Estrith Demiurgos and her son Ramiel Sinclair Demiurgos was waiting at the foot of Crimson Mountain, on the same wide plateau, Ramiel and his army subdued the forces under the influence of the Dallmetha and the ten Highbeards.
Ramiel was standing on the very land they once laid waste on many months ago. The one thing that always made him smile was seeing the land recuperate and regain its natural appearance. If the land or soil was not tarnished by miasma or any wide-scale curse spell, the land would always revert back to its original form.
The vegetation and land-dwelling docile mythical creatures once again roamed and frolicked the area. The sound and clashes of weapons from all around were heard but Ramiel was fully prepared for this. All available and considerable possibilities were accounted for, from support to medical teams' healing potions. Additional weapons and support were designated for this,
Ramiel was a known avid reader of history and logistics, and proper communication and equipment were necessary to overcome the enemy. The plan he laid out was not to win but to remain alive, dying in the hands of these monsters was not an option. The people of Arcane were all doing their hardest to obey their leader's orders and were devoted to the group's belief that they would be carrying out noblesse oblige.
Despite the overwhelming odds, the guild members, warriors, and empire knights refused to back down. They fought with all their might, using every weapon and skill at their disposal. Each location was littered with the bodies of these monsters as the fight raged on. The guild members, who had trained for years to master their combat skills, were now putting their training to the ultimate test.
their battle cries piercing through the air. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding them, they fought with a sense of unity and purpose, each one protecting their fellow soldiers and fighting for their common cause. Sweat dripped down their faces, mixing with the dirt and blood as they continued to battle on. every time a warrior would grip his or her weapon to attack either in the front or at their back,
the monster would stagger, wobble, and become disoriented as if it was poised or paralyzed for a split second, it was enough to gain the upper hand, multitudes of demno spiders equipped with a different types of venom to help them against these monsters, mutated chimaeras would move and act differently, the creatures attack and momentum would falter for a few seconds, undead salamanders would get dizzy, confuse, scared and lose interest in attacking, even evolve mutated goblins would stumble and lose focus, doble sighted and gets confused.
the guild members were confused at first but Echo and her team whom she called the torments, were pointing out the demon spiders that Lady Laerdya Galadhiel cultured and manipulated to give all of them the opportunity to survive and win this battle. these spiders were created for the sole purpose of this, even the demon wolves pack participated in the hunt, the open landscape was their hunting grounds,
while larger demon Arachne gave the guild member and soldiers of the empire logistical and medical support , those who were hurt were treated by Homunculus Imperial Physician Omicron team,
the peculiar nature of the Homunculus doctor familiar looked like a Spriggan, these mischievous fairy use their powers to manifest a physical body by using the particles around them , they were small around two feet tall small than your average Goblin that stands around 3 to 4 feet inches tall, Spriggan are very agile and quick on their movements, and has huge pool of stamina
there was a whole Spriggan tribe running all over the place, their mischievous nature was a common depiction of their action and delighted in working mischief against those who offended them. but this race was scared out of their mind seeing who was able to make them submit under the control of the Homunculus Imperial Physician named Omicron,
Spriggan was gifted and had the ability to see and feel energy, allowing them to detect hidden dangers and navigate through difficult terrain with ease. Their connection to nature also gives them a deep understanding of the world around them, making them excellent guides and protectors of the forest. which made them valuable allies in battle. Despite their small size, Spriggan were known for their fierce loyalty to those they deemed worthy of their trust.
these groups were directly integrated into the plan as each commanding officer managing this particular unit wanted to prove their worth, These creatures might look inferior and insignificant compared to the enemy but they were used rationally and precise based on their true ability and they were seen as comrade not as a disposable asset.
Gilvores Dallmethad thought his plan was executed perfectly, in his mind, the chaos he saw loose upon the land of Sheol was enough for him to rise from the destruction and pick up what remained in the aftermath, ready to rebuild and establish his power in the new world he had created. Little did he know that there were forces at play beyond his control that would challenge his plans and threaten his ambitions.
many of those who were greedy and lived by their own rules tend to have huge ego, and usually underestimate everybody around them,
thinking they are superior and deserving of more than others. Their ego is often fueled by their desire for power and wealth, leading them to engage in unethical and immoral behaviours. They have a mindset of 'win at all costs' and will do whatever it takes to get what they want, even if it means stepping on others and disregarding their well-being.
These individuals are often blinded by their own selfish desires and fail to see the harm they cause to those around them. They may manipulate and exploit others for their own gain, without any regard for the consequences. This toxic behaviour not only damages their relationships and reputation but also creates a toxic environment for those who are forced to interact with them.
Their inflated ego also leads them to believe that they are above consequences and rules. They may use their power and influence to bend or break laws, believing that they are untouchable. This sense of entitlement and disregard for rules and authority can lead to disastrous consequences, not only for themselves but for society as a whole.
Furthermore, their constant desire for more can never be satisfied, leading to a never-ending cycle of greed and selfishness. They may amass great wealth and power, but it will never be enough for them. They will always want more and will stop at nothing to get it, even if it means harming others or engaging in unethical practices.
In the end, their greed and inflated ego may bring them temporary satisfaction, but it will ultimately lead to their downfall. They may lose everything they have gained, including their relationships, reputation, and even their freedom. It is a sad reality that those who live by their own rules and are driven by greed often end up losing everything in pursuit of their selfish desires. It is a cautionary tale that serves as a reminder to not let greed and ego consume us, and to always treat others with respect and kindness, rather than seeing them as mere stepping stones to our own success.
and former Duke Gilvores Dallmethad was a prime example of this, even in the face of absolute failure his pride and ego could not even let him admit he made a mistake, while the war wage on below he was having some quality time with his two play things as Gilvores Dallmethad set up a small temporary cottage near the Crimson Gate,
the huge towering gate was the perfect place to view the entire land , as its cascading shadow protected him and his living toys from the scorching heat of one of their two suns, the pleasure they were doing inside the small cottage was distracting him as he assumed his plan was working out very well, their where no guards protecting him, he never had the opportunity to even face his ex-wife and his so-called alienated son, whom he didn't even bother to name,
while Gilvores was busy satisfying his lust over one of his living toy, the other was plesuring himself as he watch his master and the female toy fornicating roughly, his body entwined with that of his female toy, he felt a surge of pleasure course through him.
Her moans and gasps only fueled his desire, and he revelled in the control he held over her. But even as he indulged in his carnal desires, his other toy watched from a corner of the room, his own hand moving rhythmically over his erect member. Gilvores could see the longing in his eyes, the envy of being the one receiving all of his attention. And yet, he did nothing to satisfy his other toy.
For Gilvores, it was all about the power and control, the thrill of dominating and submitting his toys to his every whim. He relished in the sight of his other toy pleasuring himself, knowing that he had complete control over both of them. And as the moans and cries of pleasure filled the small cottage, Gilvores couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and superiority. To him, they were nothing but objects to be used for his own pleasure, and in that moment, he was the ultimate ruler of his own little kingdom.
when the ground shook and tremble, it was a sign that his mindless war mongrel of a older brother had started his rampage with all of his knights following him blindly, like the overbearing personality he had, he just continued what he was doing and ignored it,
at that moment Gilvore guest was right, the battle between his older brother with his ex-wife, the true ruler of Sheol was already happening with nearly 200 fused Dallmethad knights waging a desperate fight against just a dozen enemy while being surrounded and encircled by one hundred thousand Hell knights,
it was something that the Dallmethad knights never expected, Ramiel was facing off against their leader the warlord Warlord Tharkeroth Dallmethad, now with an increased power level of reaching 1700
Ramiel and Warlord Tharkeroth started their battle each attack was filled with raw power the air vibrated with each strike, every part of their body became weapons, each punch and kick was accurate and focused to kill the opposing enemy
The ground shook and cracked under their feet as they clashed, sending shockwaves throughout the battlefield. It was a battle of epic proportions, the clash of two titans, each with their own unique fighting styles and strengths. Ramiel, with his lightning-fast movements and precise strikes, was a force to be reckoned with.
He moved fluidly, almost dancing around his opponent, his weapons glinting in the sunlight. Warlord Tharkeroth, on the other hand, was a brute force, relying on his sheer strength and power to overpower his enemies. His swings were heavy and loud, each blow causing the ground to tremble. As they fought, the sky darkened and thunder rumbled, as if even the elements were affected by their intense battle.
It was a sight to behold, the clash of two powerful warriors, each fueled by their own motivations and desires. The tension between them was palpable, and it seemed as though the very air around them was charged with electricity. With every strike, they grew more and more determined to defeat their opponent, and neither was willing to back down.
The battle raged on for what felt like hours, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits. But finally, with one swift and powerful strike, Ramiel landed a blow that sent Warlord Tharkeroth crashing to the ground, defeated. his mithril arm was destroyed and it was said to be unbreakable and could withstand any magical blow. Warlord Tharkeroth Mithril's arm was pushed to its limits.
in a sudden turn of events, a powerful blow landed on his mithril arm, causing it to shatter into pieces. Despite Warlord Tharkeroth's efforts, his artificial arm was no match for the relentless attacks of Ramiels, and it was completely destroyed, leaving him defeated.
The Hell knights erupted into cheers and applause, and Ramiel stood victorious, Warlord Tharkeroth never expected he would lose again, he was vomiting blood, already and his body was now falling apart as the machine parts implanted on him was no longer sustain his failing broken body.
His skin had turned pallid and clammy, and his body was in excruciating pain. The warlord, who was once a fearsome fighter, was now reduced to ruins and lay on broken ground. The fierce struggle had destroyed his body and mind, and he realized that his time as ruler was finally gone. The loss served as a sobering reminder of his own mortality, and all he could do was watch as Allatou Estrith Demiurgo's lone son, Ramiel, triumphed.
As he lay there, gasping for air and clutching at his chest, memories flashed through his mind. Memories of his rise to power, of the battles he had won, and of the lands he had conquered. But also memories of the people he had lost along the way, both on the battlefield and to this hate that consumed his family. His heart ached with regret and sorrow, knowing that he would never get the chance to make amends for his past actions.
Tharkeroth's breathing grew increasingly difficult until at last, it stopped completely. Everyone went silent, with the exception of his surviving soldiers' soft tears. The once-powerful warlord Tharkeroth was no more.
the remaining knights that serve Tharkeroth can not believe what just happened, the question lingers t their minds, was their power gap that wide, the Son of the Empress was overwhelmingly powerful but, they never felt the drastic change in his power, unlike their leader who has maximized all of his power, they were defeated and were left without nothing neither their pride and honor, the modifications in their body were completely useless.
they have to choice but to do the unthinkable, and that is to overload their mana circuit and self-destruct. but Empress Allatou Estrith Demiurgos cast a binding spell and made sure the remaining knights would not end their life for the sake of false pride,
Ramiel cast a strong spell to deconstruct and remove all the artificial mechanical equipment attached to their bodies, and double cast a healing spell, Echo with Suldusk the Elder Shaman Orc was ordered to rehabilitate them, they were given a second chance in life, not because the Royal family was weak, but they both saw their unwavering loyalty until the very end of their lord life.