"What's our next move?" Grad inquired, rising from his chair.
"Sir Grad, please take your seat." Arthur responded calmly.
"Arthur, this isn't just about your Continent now. My continent is at risk too. We've seen the destructive capabilities of those creatures. The path they traverse turns to ruins. They are relentless, and their victims turn into one of them upon being bitten.
It's like a rampant disease, spreading without control. And those massive zombie Chimeras, they're nearly invincible and are slaughtering our soldiers like chickens.
Our previous struggle was already a challenge. We lost over 70% of our troops. But now, facing a horde almost double in size, how can we hope to fight them off?" Grad's voice resonated with the room, his words sinking in heavily.
Silence enveloped the room as everyone acknowledged the undeniable truth Grad had just spoken.
"Sir Grad, you've presented the situation vividly. Now, I ask you, if this dire reality is well-established, do you have any strategic propositions to save our continents?" Arthur spoke with an unwavering seriousness.
Grad hesitated momentarily, then admitted, "Well..." His gaze shifted to Arthur, revealing his lack of concrete solutions.
"Oh, you're out of ideas? Spare me the repetition of the problems we are fully aware of. Sit down, unless you have something substantial to contribute, waisting my damn time." Arthur interjected, his frustration manifesting as he struck the table before him with his fist.
Grad returned Arthur's gaze, and with a sigh, he lowered himself back into his chair.
"And now, what's our course of action, Your Majesty?" The Great Mother inquired.
"I'm pondering that as we speak. Anyone with any valuable suggestions, regardless of how unconventional they may seem, is welcome to contribute. I care not for the perceived absurdity of the idea; just speak your thoughts," Arthur requested, massaging his temples with his fingers as he shut his eyes momentarily.
"I do have a suggestion, Your Majesty," a man piped up, raising his hand. He wore glasses and had curly hair.
The room's attention immediately shifted to him, anticipation written across everyone's faces.
"Wait, who's he? And why's he here again?" Marinda, the Witch House leader, questioned.
"I am the Battle Statistics Assistant of the Dragon House of Flames, madam," the man answered with a quivering tone.
"What's your noble rank?" Marinda inquired.
"I hold a one-star noble rank, ma'am," he replied.
"Ah, splendid. Now we're permitting these nuisances into our confidential meetings. Just marvelous," Marinda commented sarcastically.
"Mrs. Marinda, kindly leave the room," Arthur stated, his eyes closed and a touch of his temples, indicating his weariness.
"Your Majesty?" Marinda looked at Arthur, perplexed.
"Did you not hear your King's command, young lady ?" Derein interjected, her gaze locking onto Marinda with an intimidating glare.
"But... I represent the Witch House, I am Marinda the leader of my house." Marinda protested.
"Then act in accordance with your position, Woman. I'm well aware of your house's principles, but allow me to enlighten you on something. In this very room, approximately 80% of us are male, and in the face of mass destruction, we do not discriminate between each other based on noble rankings.
So, either leave this room or sit silently without any further interruption," Grok intervened sternly, his tone warning Marinda.
"Yes," Marinda acquiesced in a subdued voice, sinking back into her seat.
"Proceed," Arthur addressed the glasses-wearing man, granting him permission to speak.I think you should take a look at
"Yes, Your Majesty," he approached the front, bowing before Arthur.
"Sir, given the dire situation we face, I have three potential solutions to propose," he began.
"Go on," Arthur prompted.
"Certainly. The first proposal involves evacuating our people from the kingdom as quickly as possible. We could enlist the aid of the Elven Kingdom, If we were to tell them about this problem there is a big chance that they can help us." he suggested.
"Show your agreement by raising your hands. Lower them if you disagree," Arthur announced.
Only two hands out of the twenty raised in favor.
"Clearly, this plan has minimal support. Let's move on swiftly," Arthur directed.
"The second idea revolves around arming every individual in the kingdom with swords and encouraging them to protect both themselves and others, without distinction," he continued.
The room's occupants stared at him with visible anger as he proposed this idea.
"Have you lost your mind, lad?" Grok exclaimed.
"We can't expect everyone to wield weapons. There are children and women who've never held a weapon before," the Great Mother argued.
"Is this kid insane?"
"Why did we become knights if we're to let our wives and children fight?"
A cacophony of disapproval spread through the room.
"Silence, all of you! Young man, do you have reasons to support your proposal, or are you mocking knighthood?" Arthur queried, his expression unwavering.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Sir Grok, do you believe we can defeat the zombie horde?" he directed his question at Grok.
"What kind of question is that? We can't possibly defeat them. If we even had the faintest hope of winning, we'd be on the battlefield instead of here, listening to your nonsense," Grok responded.
"Exactly. So, what do you foresee after our forces are defeated by the zombies? Will they retreat or press on into our cities, destroying everything?" he inquired further.
"That's absurd. Of course, they'll march on our cities, leaving destruction in their wake," Grok stated matter-of-factly.
"Indeed, which is why I proposed arming the populace. They can at least make a stand and prolong their survival," he clarified.
"Oh, I see your point now," Grok acknowledged with comprehension.
"Indicate your agreement by raising your hands. Keep them down if you disagree," Arthur instructed, lifting his own hand.
Derein followed suit, raising her hand. Twelve out of the twenty members favored this approach.
"What's the third suggestion?" Arthur asked.
"Your Majesty, the third proposal involves calling back the individual who commands the ogre army for help. With his help, we stand a 30% chance of victory," he concluded, and the remaining eight members raised their hands in agreement.
"Then it's decided. We're going to face the zombies again, and this time it's going to hit even harder. Brace yourselves, everyone, because this time I can't guarantee anyone in this room will return unscathed.
Say your goodbyes to your family members properly, if you think you will not be able to make it back this time.
Derein and I will attempt to contact the masked gentleman. The rest of you, gather your soldiers and prepare. We'll meet near the outskirts in 10 minutes. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I'll take my leave now." Arthur's commanding voice echoed as he and Derein exited the room.
Arthur strode down the hallway, Derein by his side.
"Do you have a way to contact him?" Arthur inquired with a sad expression.
"I do," Derein replied, her expression neutral.
"So, are you going to call him? Something seems off from your expression," Arthur prodded.
"It's just that when he left the camp, he gave me this crystal ball," Derein said, summoning the crystal ball into her hands.
"So, what's the issue?" Arthur asked.
"He told me to use it only when I'm in grave danger, as it's a one-time connection crystal," Derein explained.
"Don't tell me you're hesitating because you value your life more than the fate of the continent," Arthur stated.
"Well, that used to be the case before I reunited with you," Derein replied, looking at Arthur before planting a kiss on his lips.
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"W-Wow... If only those damned zombies had attacked a few days later, I could've retired from the throne, and we could've enjoyed a peaceful life far away from all this chaos," Arthur mused.
"So, are you considering running away now?" Derein teased, a playful smile on her face.
"I don't think that's possible anymore. I'm the king of this continent, and I have a duty to protect it even if it costs me my life," Arthur said, his gaze serious as he looked into Derein's eyes.
"Well, that's why I love you. You never shirk your responsibilities. I'll contact him now," Derein said before giving Arthur another quick kiss.
"Thank you, Derein," Arthur said, giving her a nod as he walked away.
Derein injected her mana into the crystal ball and initiated contact with Anon.
"Hello?" Derein's voice projected through the crystal.
[Ah, Derein. How's everything, love?] Anon's voice resonated on the other end.
"I don't have time for pleasantries, Anon. I need your ogre army to fight for me, immediately," Derein's urgency was palpable.
[Darling, remember, everything comes at a price.]
"I don't care about the price. I'll give you whatever you want; just help Arthur," Derein pleaded desperately.
[Be careful with your words, Queen Derein. If you're saying 'anything,' it really means anything, doesn't it?] Anon's voice took on a playful tone.
"Yes, I'll give you anything that belongs to me. Please lend me your army, Anon," Derein implored.
[Then I'll hold you to that promise, Queen Derein. By the way, before I forget, who am I dealing with? Arthur's girlfriend, Derein, or Queen Derein?]
"Queen Derein," Derein responded firmly.
[Excellent, Queen Derein. My army will meet you near the outskirts. Farewell, and good luck.] Anon's voice disconnected.
The communication from Derein's side also ceased.I think you should take a look at
"Wait... How did he know that I needed his army near the outskirts?" Derein pondered aloud.
"Is he coming?" Arthur's voice suddenly cut through the air from behind her.
"Huh? Yeah, he's on his way," Derein replied with a smile.
In the underground city...
"Hahaha... Look at that, will you? Quite the deal I've made," Anon chuckled, stowing the crystal ball away in his inventory.
Anon stood within Biyuk's workshop.
"Master, it's ready," Biyuk announced, emerging from a room.
"Excellent. Keep it safe for now. We've got some guests coming, and I want them to witness the spectacle," Anon ordered.
"As you command, master," Biyuk acknowledged before retreating back into the room.
"Your majesty, I've brought them as instructed," a towering ogre entered the shop, immediately bowing on one knee.
Following him were Freya, Gia, Cherry, and Kia.
"Hello, ladies," Anon greeted them with a smirk.
Confused and awestruck, they gazed around the expansive surroundings, oblivious to the grand city lurking beneath their own homes.
"When did you construct all of this?" Kia asked, her eyes narrowing at Anon.
"I've been building it while I've been... busy with all of you," Anon quipped.
"Why have you brought us here, master?" Freya inquired.
"Ah, good question. You see, the old house was getting a bit... outdated. So, I decided to spruce things up a bit. You can rest in the house over there. It's fully equipped, and you'll find everything you need. Goodbye for now." Anon gestured for them to follow Ogre No.709, who led them inside the house.
"Time to put on a show and remind these bastards what the masked man is capable of," Anon muttered to himself as he exited the workshop.
"MASTER!" An urgent voice echoed through the air.
Anon turned toward the source and saw Sephie rushing toward him, her face etched with panic.
"Master, this isn't right," she gasped, breathless.
"What's the matter, Sephie? Something troubling you?" Anon's demeanor remained nonchalant as he lit a cigar.
"Master, what you're planning... it's dangerous. You could die," Sephie warned.
"Die? I have your troll locket. How could I possibly die?" Anon raised an eyebrow.
"Master, what you're about to attempt... it's beyond the capabilities of the troll locket," Sephie replied gravely.
"Sephie, my dear, life is a risk. Some risks are just bigger than others. But I'll take it," Anon declared, leaning in to steal a kiss from Sephie.
After he let go of sephie, he looked at her and spoke "You are a very good assistant, sephie. But i am not that easily breakable."
"Master, This thing is not possible in the first place. You will need a very good control over your mana to execute this plan. One mistake and you will see 7 heavens in one go.
I have to stop you from doing this master. Please, don't do this."
Outskirts of the capital...
The weather is grim, The clouds are crackling with lightning. Rain can come any moment. Winds are blowing very hard.
The sun is covered in dark.
A massive horde of zombies swarmed in from all sides, enshrouding the outskirts. The village's human residents had evacuated, and a formidable force of soldiers stood positioned 1 kilometer from the outskirts.
Arthur stood at the forefront, accompanied by Derein by his side. King Grok and King Grad flanked them, with ogre soldiers led by No.300 standing alongside.
"Why hasn't your master arrived?" Arthur inquired of No.300.
"Master will come, He is busy in some business. He told me to lead the forces accordingly to your orders and under Lady Derein's command only." No.300 replied with confidence.
"Don't worry, Arthur. He will come," Derein reassured as she glanced at Arthur with a warm smile.
"I hope so too. I truly need him here," Arthur muttered while his gaze remained fixed on the approaching horde of the zombies.
"Shall we launch an attack, Your Majesty?" a knight commander queried Arthur, his face covered in tension.
"No, something is amiss. What are they up to?" Arthur wondered aloud, observing that the zombies weren't converging on the capital. Instead, they circled around a lone house positioned in the village's upper left corner.
They were continuously going towards that one house, ignoring all the human soldiers standing in front of them.
"Could there be someone left in that house?" Arthur speculated with a suspicious look.
"No, Your Majesty. According to villagers, no one was within the house, and our soldiers confirmed it twice," reported a knight captain as he went down on his knees.
"Then why are these wretched creatures converging on that house?" Arthur mused.
Arthur said as he used a skill.
[Battle Eagle's Eye] [B-Rank] [Thief Class Exclusive Skill]
[This skill can enhance the user's eye sight and help him look further ahead of him to observe any coming danger or scout any area. This skill can be very useful to a Thief.]
[Warning: using it too much can result in temporary blindness]
"Perhaps we should strike now. We could eliminate many of them at once without suffering any losses," Grok proposed.
"No, I wish to observe. What is their intent with an abandoned house?" Arthur commanded.
"Understood, Sir."
Abruptly, the zombies flooded into the house, while others crawled over it. Within moments, thousands of zombies surrounded the house.
"Shall we attack now, Arthur? We risk missing a golden opportunity. A single spell could obliterate thousands," Grad advised.
"Very well, ready the mages," Arthur ordered.
"Yes, All mages, prepare your most potent spells. We're going to obliterate that house," Grad directed.
"Yes, Sir!" echoed through the ranks.
The mages readied their spells, conjuring magic circles behind them.
"Soldiers, give this attack everything you've got. We must annihilate as many as possible," Arthur urged.
"Yes, Sir."
"Excellent. Are you all prepared?" Arthur inquired, his voice resonating with authority.
"Yes, Sir!" the mages chorused.
"Very well. Fire your spells on the count of three. And I want maximum defenses deployed on our side to counter the impact. Clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Three... two..."
Booooooom
A massive explosion erupted, but no mage had yet unleashed their spell.
All eyes were on the house, witnessing the disintegration of every zombie in proximity. Emerging from the dissipating dust was a colossal, oval-shaped structure rising from the ground.
As the dust settled, it revealed a towering edifice constructed from copper wires, crowned by an oval metal ring.
Standing at the tower's base was a man concealed behind a mask.I think you should take a look at
"Whooo... Remarkable!" Anon boomed with exuberance.
"What in the world is that?" Grok exclaimed, gazing at the monumental structure.
"I-I don't know," Grad stammered, equally perplexed.
"Derein, any insight?" Arthur queried.
"I'm as baffled as you are," Derein replied, her astonishment mirroring that of her companions.
Stepping down from the tower, Anon addressed the assembly.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen."
"May I inquire about the nature of that contraption, sir?" Grok asked Anon.
"Ah, you've acquired the art of speech. Well, that's a step forward," Anon remarked, locking eyes with Grok.
"Hahaha, I deeply apologize for my prior actions, sir. I was ignorant of your abilities," Grok offered his remorse.
"Hello, Sir. Is that an instrument of warfare?" Arthur asked as he approached.
"Indeed, a weapon. How do you propose to combat this zombie horde singlehandedly?" Anon inquired.
"However, it appears somewhat—"
"Foolish? Absurd? Or feeble?" Anon interrupted, scrutinizing Arthur.
"No, Sir. I'd describe it as 'peculiar'," Arthur chose his words cautiously.
"Perceptive."
Ghhhhhwwwwwaaaaaaa
Kkkkeeeewwwhhhhhhhh
The zombies growled.
"The zombies draw near. I'll ready my soldiers for an assault," Arthur announced.
"No, simply shield your soldiers with defensive spells, unless you wish to turn them into crispy nuggets," Anon advised, retracing his steps toward the tower.
"But, Sir—"
"Never contest me, not even if you're a king," Anon warned, marching toward the tower.
"Y-Yes..." Arthur concurred, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"What's occurring?" Grok inquired.
"Inform the mages to erect all available defensive barriers for our soldiers," Arthur commanded.
"Shall we not engage them?" Derein questioned.
"He insists that we not hinder him. Comply for now and prepare for action," Grad directed.
Serious expressions swept across their faces as they exchanged glances.
"Hasten the incantations, or meet your ends," Anon's voice reverberated.
"Soldiers, abort offensive maneuvers. Envelop yourselves in all defensive spells," Arthur issued a swift command.
The soldiers swiftly halted their offensive maneuvers and commenced the defensive ones.
Within a mere 20 seconds, the battlefield was ablaze with a mosaic of colored armors and protective shields.
"Very well. Link, it's time to manifest," Anon announced, rolling up his sleeves.
[Master, are you certain about this? You could easily escape. It would ensure your safety.]
"Link, I do not flee. I am the pursuer, not the pursued. Now, manifest and join me," Anon commanded, advancing toward the tower.
"But, Sir—"
"Do not defy me, even if you wear a crown," Anon cautioned, nearing the tower.
"Y-Yes, Sir."
"In the heart of relentless innovation, a genius emerged from the shadows, shrouded in enigmatic brilliance. Sir, Nikola Tesla, a name whispered with awe and trepidation, harnessed the very essence of electricity itself. His mind, an inferno of visionary genius, birthed an invention that would resonate through the ages with an unparalleled ferocity - the Tesla Coil.
Amidst the industrial symphony of clashing ambitions and sizzling currents, Tesla's creation stood defiant. Its form, a manifestation of defiance, thrust upwards like a metallic god ascending to its electric dominion. Copper winds embraced the towering spire, weaving the dance of energy. The air hummed with anticipation, as if the very cosmos held its breath in reverence of this enigmatic marvel.
Within the heart of this electrifying colossus, power surged and swirled like a tempest of raw potential. Tesla's invention was a thunderstorm contained within a mechanical titan. The Tesla Coil held no fear of lightning, for it birthed its own celestial bolts, lances of electricity surging and crackling with the intensity of a storm unfurled.
Under Tesla's command, this creation roared to life. A switch thrown, and the atmosphere surrendered. The air itself quivered, electrified particles quaking in fervent anticipation. And then, the culmination of ingenuity and ambition erupted with an electrifying scream. Arcs of lightning, wild and untamed, leapt from the coil, tearing through the air with an otherworldly ferocity.
Witnesses gazed in awe, feeling the raw power that coursed through their very veins. Tesla's eyes blazed with the fire of a mad scientist, an artist who dared to play with the cosmos. The Tesla Coil sang its symphony of power, a symphony that transcended the realm of science and ventured into the realm of the mystical.
Nikola Tesla, the maestro of this electrical opera, stood unyielding. His creation defied the boundaries of convention, rewriting the rules of physics with every luminous strike. The Tesla Coil, a testament to unbridled imagination, stood as a monument to the audacity of the human spirit.
I have tried to make something similar... This is the ultimate creation of Father Nikola tesla, that balances itself between the doors of reality and fiction.
TESLA COIL.
Back on earth, the tesla coil was just a failed experiment due to wire resistance but here on this planet, i gave life to this miraculous weapon.
Tesla coil, works on two coils of copper, A transformer and a toroid topload.
When the electricity is supplied to the transformer it increases it's voltage by a big number and then transfers it to the copper coil of the tower.
That's when the tower's top load starts throwing electric currents into the air wirelessly.
I will supply it mana and it will be converted into electricity inside. Once the electricity reaches the transformer, it will get doubled of the actual amount but i have taken a risk in this part.
I have putted two Transformers inside the tower.
Transformers are no big thing to make, just wrap copper wires around a metal rod. Make two of them and place them besides each other.
But, there is a twist here. The tesla coil was supposed to have only one transformer or the flow of electricity will go out of control.
I putted 5 transformers inside this tesla coil, it will drain my mana with it's full intensity but rhis is where link comes in.
He will control my mana and multiple it's intensity by many folds with his skill, 'Quantum Mana Distribution.' "
[Skill Name: Quantum Mana Distribution.
Skill Type: Support
Skill Rarity: [SS+ Rank]
Description:
The Quantum Mana Multiplier is an exceptionally rare and coveted skill, bestowed upon only a select few who possess an intricate understanding of the intricate fabric of mana manipulation. This skill exemplifies the epitome of selflessness and symbiotic magical prowess, allowing its wielder to significantly alter the flow of mana within a chosen ally, enhancing their magical potential in a unique and potent manner.I think you should take a look at
When activated, the Quantum Mana Multiplier intricately weaves the user's own mana lattice with that of the chosen ally, forming an ephemeral yet formidable bond between the two. This bond serves a dual purpose: firstly, it acts as a channel through which the user can siphon a portion of their own mana to support the designated ally, and secondly, it manipulates the very density of mana within the ally's reservoir, condensing it into a more potent form.
This profound symbiosis grants the supported ally several remarkable advantages. The most immediate and tangible effect is the stark reduction in the mana consumption of the supported individual's spells and abilities.
Additionally, the Quantum Mana Multiplier dramatically enhances the density of the ally's mana reserves, effectively doubling its potency.]
Anon grabbed the poles with force and tightened his grip around them.
"I have been working on it for quite a few days because i knew, that one day i am gonna need it and it seems the day finally came.
The weather is not good, but for me it's the best. You will see why i am saying this.
Now, on the name of Nikola Tesla. I will embrace the stride of lighting into my hands and unleash them upon these pathetic fuckers.
Das Vedanya, Sukas. (BYE-BYE, BITCHES)" Anon said as he started supplying mana into the iron poles.
As soon as the mana reached the mana converters, it got converted into electricity and reached the transformers, due to 5 transformers, the amount of electricity wasn't enough.
That's why they started sucking more electricity that resulted in more mana being sucked out of Anon's body.
"Fu-ck.... This... pressure." Intense pressure started building up on Anon's body and his face was saying it all.
Suddenly the current started inducing on the topload and current waves started generating.
Everyone standing in the protection domes, started experiencing static electricity in their bodies.
Their hairs started rising up and sparks started generating from their armours.
"What is happening ?" Derein asked as she noticed that all hairs on her head are now floating upwards.
"I don't know." Arthur said as he looked at the hairs standing straight up on his hands.
"Look, something is happening." Gork said as he pointed towards the tesla coil's top.
"Is that lightning ?" Grok spoke.
"Look at the clouds above him." One of the soldier shouted as he pointed towards the sky.
The dark clouds started swirling directly over Anon's head in a circular pattern as if dancing for him, creating a very horrific scene.
*Boooooooom*