*Booooom*
Suddenly a very big jolt of electricity was released from the tesla coil and it hitted directly into the middle of the swirling clouds above anon and everything went silent.
This weather will support the tesla coil because if i shoot the electricity from the tesla coil into the clouds, it will get mixed with the other charges inside the clouds and produce even dangerous thunder strikes and i can control them because my mana is mixed into them now.
But these bolts can't be specifically controlled, i can only select a big area for them to fall upon.
Anon looked at the zombies for brief moment and smiled.
🎵 But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger for power became known to more and more people.🎵
🎵The demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder.🎵
*Crackling*
Anon started singing as the clouds over his head started crackling with lightning.
*Boooom*
*Booom*
*Boooom*
*Boooom*
Suddenly the thunder strikes started happening. Whenever and wherever the lighting striked the ground, everything just simply evaporated from there.
*Booom*
*Booom*
*Booom*
The lightning strikes showed no signs of stopping. Even the human forces weren't safe from the lightnings.
*Booom*
The lighting fell on one of the shield dome and a crack appeared over it.
"I need help. The power in these lightning strikes is immense. Sir, we can barely hold the barrier for 10 more minutes and if another lightning strike hits upon this barrier, we will be dead from these lighting strikes instead of those zombies." One of the mage reported.
*Boom*
*Booom*
The other barriers were also facing the same issues.
"We have to stop him or he will kill us. Arthur are you listening to me ?" Grad said as he looked at Arthur with worried look.
Arthur on the other side was looking at Anon with a look of awe.
His mouth is left wide opened after seeing what Anon has just done. Calling thunder from the clouds wasn't an act anyone can do, but he did.
'My grandfather used to tell me the story of the king, who called the lighting from the clouds into his sword and killed his enemies in just one single blow. Is that guy from his bloodline ?' Arthur wondered.
"Arthur, are you listening ?" Grad said as he touched arthur on his shoulder.
"Y-Yes ?" Arthur said coming out of his trance.
"We have to stop him now, our soldiers can't take so much pressure. The barriers will break soon, we can't take those lighting strikes anymore." Grad repeated.
"Are you kidding me ? He wiped half of the zombies and Chimeras within 2 fucking minutes and you are telling me to get out and stop him, now ? No way. I will be fried to death."
"We will get fried to death anyway, Arthur. We have to stop him." Grok spoke.
"No, i will talk to the soldiers." Arthur said as he looked back at the soldiers.
*Boom*
*Booom*
The soldiers were struggling in maintaining the dome. Even after borrowing mana from the mele soldiers, the mages were running out of their mana.
The Alchemist house's soldiers were supplying everyone with mana potions but their bodies are also getting tired with time.
The mages were starting to fell on their knees, while trying to maintain the shields.
"Soldiers, That guy right there is fighting for your family's tomorrow for their future, so that they can see tomorrow's sun without holding any weapon in their hands.
Do you want me to stop him now, so that you can go back without dying ?" Arthur shouted loudly.
"Arthur what are you-" king Grok wanted to say something but Arthur immediately looked at him with a deadly gaze that he immediately fell silent.
"Soldiers, Do you want me to stop our continent's saviour because you don't have the power to stand on these battlegrounds ?" Arthur asked again.
After this question, the mages who were about to give up on the barriers, started rising up again from the ground.
"I need answer, Soldiers ?"
"No, sir." The mages shouted from the back lines.I think you should take a look at
"I can't hear you voices." Arthur shouted.
"NO SIR." This time their voices were loud enough to reach even Anon's ears.
[Mana 50% ]
Anon's mana was draining at avery incredible speed, even when link was supporting him from behind.
[Master... Your mana.]
🎵This man just got to go, declare his enemies. But the ladies begged don't you try do it please. 🎵
🎵No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms, though he was a brute they just fell into his arms.🎵
Anon continued to sing so that he can shift his mind towards the song and avoid the pain that his muscles were going through every second.
It was as if someone was expanding them and tearing them apart one by one from the inside.
Although the troll locket can heal him instantly but it can't do anything about the pain.
The transformers were sucking mana at a monstrous speed from his body but link was stopping the mana from going out of his body all at once.
This process caused immense pain in his spine and muscles, it was as if someone is doing a brain surgery on him while he is still awake.
[Mana 25%]
[Master, drink this.] Link said as he Summoned a special grade mana potion and helped Anon in drinking it with his tail.
[Mana has been recovered to 100%]
[Mana 90%]
[Mana 80%]
🎵Ra ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen, They put some poison into his wine. Ra ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine, He drank it all and said, I feel fine.🎵
*Boom*
*Boom*
[Mana 60%]
[Master you mana is going down at a very incredible rate.]
🎵They didn't quit, they wanted his head. Ra ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine and so they shot him 'til he was dead.🎵
[Mana 20%]
Anon's eyes started closing as the grip of his hands started to come off of the metal poles.
[Master, please drink this.] Link said as he brought another bottle of special grade mana potion near his mouth but Anon wasn't opening his mouth.
*Thud*
Suddenly he fell down on his knees, the grip of his hands slipping away from the poles.
'Master your body won't take it. I am coming to get you.' No.300 spoke as she jumped out of the barrier.
"No.300, where are you going ?"
*Booom*
Suddenly a lighting striked on Anon's body, giving him a shocker.
His eyes immediately flash opened as the troll locket healed him instantly of every physical wounds but his mask broke from the lightning strike.
Anon immediately grabbed the poles back and drank the special mana potion.
[Mana restored to 100%]
'No.300 go back inside.' he commanded.
"I am RASPUTIN, BITCH." Anon shouted as he supplied 90% of his mana into the tesla coil at once.
The transformers got Overcharged and throwed all the current into the copper coils, the toroid topload also break as the final jolt of electricity was released into the clouds.
*BOOOOOOOOOM*
The clouds also got overcharged and throwed the strongest lighting blow of all time on the ground.
The light was too much to even see, the barriers of the human soldiers broke.
*KAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
This time the explosion was so big that, all the nightmare forest was burned down to ashes at once with everything inside it.
"Not bad, Anon." An individual standing at the terrace of the academy spoke as he looked at the explosion from a distance.
The lightning danced on the ground, obliterating anything in its path.
The final lightning strike reduced the entire Nightmare Forest to ashes and eradicated all the zombies within.
Anon collapsed to the ground after his last strike. His body was utterly exhausted from all the mana loss.
"Hahaha... That was diabolical—" Before he could utter another word, his eyes shut, and he fell unconscious on the ground.
*Thud*
His face lay bare, vulnerable in this moment. If someone were to attack him now, he had no defenses; he had exhausted all his mana in overcharging the Tesla coil.
[My mana is too low to maintain my form. I can't protect you, master. Please forgive me.] Link turned into a streak of light and reverted back to his tattoo form.
Suddenly, a girl with black fur all over her body approached him and touched his face slightly.
This girl was none other than Luna the werewolf herself, her face turned red as she touched anon's cheek and spoke...
"I knew it. You were alive all along, i have searched for you everywhere." she said with a smile as she lifted Anon into her arms.
Back on the field, as Anon's final strike descended upon the human soldiers, their barriers finally shattered. However, before the lightning could fry them to death, Mike appeared in between and casted his most potent defensive array over the soldiers, allowing them to survive the lightning strike without taking any major injuries.
"I can't thank you enough for saving our soldiers, sir. Thank you," Grad said as he vigorously shook Mike's hand without his consent.
"Fuck off! Human, remember one thing: I didn't save your forces. I saved the ogres on my master's orders. If you touch me one more time, I will kill you mercilessly," Mike spoke, his red eyes fixed on Grad.
"A-A vampire?" Grad realized Mike's true identity, but Mike vanished from the battlefield before he could say more.
"I will take my leave now," No.300 told Derein as she departed, her ogre army trailing behind her.
The horde of ogres started running towards Anon without delay, to save their master.
"B-But—" Derein began to protest but stopped midway, choosing silence to be the best solution.
'He knew that i will ask for his help and took a promise from me. I didn't needed that army of ogres, he was pre-planning to kill all of these zombies from the start.
I was just an injured golden fish that he found in the pool while hunting for the big fishes.
I should've seen this coming, i am such a dumbass. Now I don't know what will he ask me to do. Will he have sex with me ? Or make me his private slave ?' Naughty things started coming in Derein's mind.
"That's the masked man?" Grok and Arthur exclaimed simultaneously as they gazed at Anon's face while Luna still cradled him.
"Y-Your Majesty," Luna addressed Arthur, noticing his presence behind her.
"Shouldn't we call a healer?" Grok inquired.
"Yes, I have already summoned—" Arthur was interrupted.
"HaaaaH. Are they all wiped out?" Anon's eyes flew open wide, his first question piercing the air.
"Yes, they are all gone. A-Are you all right?" Luna asked.I think you should take a look at n𝑂𝔳𝔢/𝒍𝒃/1n
"Well, I'm all right. And having a cute werewolf girl pick me up just makes it better," Anon replied with a smile directed at Luna.
"Ugh... Get off." Luna pushed Anon away, her expression twisted in disgust.
"Oi, be gentle with me. I don't like girls tossing me around. Only I can do that," Anon quipped, touching his face and realizing his mask was missing.
"What the hell? My goddamn mask broke?" he exclaimed, looking behind and spotting shattered mask fragments on the ground.
"You!" A loud voice erupted from Arthur's direction.
Anon turned towards the sound to see the great mother of the Denver house approaching with a large sword in her hand.
"Oh, not a very welcoming sight," Anon remarked as he watched her advance.
"You must stop." Grok shouted, but she paid no heed, brandishing her sword directly at Anon.
"I will kill you for forcing my son to consume three doping agents during the kingdom's Night Run," the great mother yelled, assuming Anon had emerged from the now-razed Nightmare Forest.
"Anon Agreil... I will kill you." Before Anon could respond, another voice rang out from behind.
All eyes turned to the source: the leader of the witch house, Marinda, holding her wand emitting a purple glow, as if poised to cast a spell at any moment.
She aimed her wand directly at Anon's face.
"I will end you for traumatizing my daughter. Any final wishes?" Marinda questioned, her expression filled with pride.
"Yeah, ask him. He'll tell you my final wish," Anon pointed towards Arthur.
"Oh, now you're done. You used 'he' to address your majesty? Farewell, Anon Agreil," both women raised their weapons, and Anon summoned his sickles, ready to strike.
"Wait! Both of you," Arthur's voice commanded.
Marinda and the matriarch halted abruptly, turning their attention to Arthur.
"Do you even have the faintest idea who he is?" Arthur spoke with an intense gaze.
"Yes, your majesty. He's a commoner named Anon Agreil. His father, also a commoner, is deceased. He participated in the kingdom's Night Run and inflicted a terrible experience upon my daughter. She hasn't left her room since that day. I will kill him and present his head to her," Marinda stated.
"Your majesty, this commoner forced my cutie pie to ingest three doping agents simultaneously. I must punish him; it's a divine order from the holy god itself," the great mother declared.
"Cutie- what?" Grok inquired.
"Ren, cutie pie, come forward," the great mother summoned.
"Y-Yes, mother," Ren, now clad in full royal knight's armor, emerged from the crowd. He briefly glanced at Anon, memories of his torture flooding back, causing him to lower his gaze.
"You fools. He isn't an ordinary commoner. The one you're pointing your weapons at is none other than the masked gentleman who was just saving us from those zombies moments ago," Arthur spoke with a stern countenance.
A profound silence fell.
Suddenly, everyone fell into silence as they realized that Anon was the man behind the mask.
"Ah, Hahaha... I don't believe Anon has committed anything so severe as to warrant a death sentence or any form of punishment, for that matter," the great mother chimed in, her voice artificial and her smile akin to a parrot mimicking human speech.
Her tone changed when she recognized her target.
Anon gazed at the great mother, a faint smile on his lips. She hastily retracted her sword from his face.
"I-I think I shall take my leave now. Goodbye, Anon," she announced, starting to leave.
'Woo... It's good that, your majesty stopped me before my sword reached his neck or i would've been dead by now-' The great mother thought.
Chk
Abruptly, a sickle materialized near her neck, halting her movements in an instant.
"Where are you going?" Anon demanded, his voice carrying weight.
The knights of the Denver house unsheathed their swords at once. The sight of their great mother in peril triggered an instinctive response, compelling them to draw their swords and safeguard her at any cost.
"Anon, you must reconsider. All this was a grave misunderstanding. I am willing to offer you one of my daughters as a gesture of compensation, along with a significant position in the Denver household. Your stature will be second to none but me, Everyone inside the denver house will respect your decision, no they will implement on your decision at once and you will become a 7 star noble." the great mother uttered, detecting the danger poised at her throat.
The icy touch of the metal against her skin alerted her to the fact that Anon was entirely serious this time.
'Fuck... I must take action, or he will kill me at this rate. If I perish here, what will become of my dear Ren? I wish to witness him ascend to the head of the Denver household and conquer the world with his strength. I cannot meet my end in this place,' the great mother pondered.
"Ah, Anon, I offer you two of my daughters. No, take three. Kindly spare the life of this elderly lady. Pretty please," she implored.
"You talk too much," Anon retorted, positioning another sickle near her neck.
Suddenly, Grok recalled something and began to rub his own neck in displeasure.
"Anon, retract your weapon from the great mother's throat, or you shall reap the consequences. We are prepared to lay down our lives for our great mother. You are fatigued from the preceding battle; we will eliminate you before you can act," the knight commander of the Denver house warned Anon.
In an instant, Anon vanished from his spot, reappearing behind the knight captain.
With both sickles at the captain's throat, Anon spoke...
"Nice threat but the moment for you to kill me is long gone. Have fun." Anon spoke as his eyes stared deep into the knight captain's eyes.
Chk
In the ensuing moment, he severed the captain's neck, and the head tumbled to the ground like a sphere.
Thud
"Ow..." Derein muttered, having arrived at the scene just in time to witness the rolling head.
"Damn... He truly slew him," Grok exclaimed, observing the sheer determination to kill.
"You've killed a member of royalty, lad. Brace yourself for the consequences," Grad declared, arriving on the scene.I think you should take a look at
Anon vanished once again, resurfacing behind the great mother, sickles poised at her neck. This time, crimson-red blood trickled from the sickles onto her pristine white dress.
"I believe none here possess the skills to make me face the consequences. Or is there?" Anon inquired, smiling and scanning the surroundings.
"Oi, lad. He's about to execute your mother. Unsheath your sword, at the very least," Grok implored Ren.
In an instant, Grok noticed that Ren was already consumed by fear of Anon. Shaking from head to toe, Ren's terror was palpable.
"What a damn disappointment..." Grok mumbled, gazing at Ren with a look of disgust.
"You have no idea..." Ren whispered, his voice barely audible.
"What?" Grok inquired.
"You have no idea who he is. He is merciless. He relishes in toying with his victims, prolonging their demise. Yet, if the prey utters too much noise, he terminates them instantly," Ren murmured, his hands trembling, and sweat dotting his forehead.
"What an utter letdown, as a future family leader," Grok spat, casting a repulsed glance at Ren.
Unaware of Ren's torment, Grok couldn't fathom what Ren had endured. Had he known, his words would have been different.
Suddenly, all the knights pointed their swords at Anon, poised to charge at any moment.
Click
"You must want to survey your surroundings before acting," Anon cautioned the knights.
They swiftly turned their attention behind, discovering No.300 and a phalanx of ogres positioned there, weapons at the ready.
One call and all of the denver house goes to dust, right here and right now.
"A-Anon, please spare my life, son. I vow never to engage in such conduct again. The Denver household will forever remain indebted to you for sparing my life. We will offer you anything you desire—money, drugs, girls, or boys. Kindly spare my life; I implore you," the great mother conceded, recognizing that Anon was a force beyond reckoning. Irritate him, and your fate was sealed.
"Arthur...? Are we merely going to stand by and allow this?" Grok whispered into Arthur's ear.
"Yes..." Arthur responded.
"...but you are the king of this Continent. How can you permit the death of a significant noblewoman? She's one of the Seven Gems," Grok argued.
"My Seven Gems, my crown, my family, and my continent—all will be razed by lightning should I intervene now. If you wish to act, you may do so," Arthur proposed as he went silent again.
Grok fell into silence upon hearing Arthur's words.
Arthur wasn't exaggerating; he was speaking the truth.
Anon wouldn't tolerate Grok or Arthur's interference in this matter.
"I suppose I shall remain silent as well. It is your Continent, and your decision," Grok declared, stepping back and watching the scenario unfold.
"I shall spare your life. However, you must acknowledge yourself as my slave, along with your household. You will all serve under me henceforth. Do you understand, you filthy little whorr?" Anon asked as he whispered in her ears.
As these words penetrated the great mother's mind, her eyes widened in astonishment.
"W-What? Are you out of your mind? I-I lead the Denver household... I can't comply with that. Numerous individuals work in this household; I cannot simply enslave them under you," the great mother responded in a hushed voice.
"Then prepare to die. Once you're dead, all your soldiers will follow, and then comes the turn of your precious cutie pie... Ren," Anon declared, an evil grin playing on his lips.
Suddenly, something clicked in the great mother's mind, and an indescribable fear gripped her heart.
'I may risk myself, I may risk the family, but I cannot jeopardize Ren. I don't know what this monster might do to my dear Ren.'
"If I accept your terms of servitude, do you pledge to spare Ren?" the great mother inquired.
"Abstaining from harming him is asking too much, but I can endeavor not to terminate him," Anon replied.
"I require a guarantee that you won't kill him, and then I will accept your conditions," the great mother insisted.
"What are they discussing?" Grad questioned Derein.
"Well, I think they are negotiating a deal. Anon always demands a price for everything he provides, even if it's sparing your life," Derein explained.
"How do you possess such knowledge, Queen Derein?" Grad queried, a suspicious glint in his eyes.
"I can vouch for Anon's intentions. Would you like me to confirm with him ?" Derein suggested.
"N-No... I was merely joking," Grad quickly retorted.
"I don't appreciate jokes from an elderly man," Derein stated, turning her attention back to Anon.
"No assurances will be granted here, my dear. I believe you fail to grasp the situation; I am the player, and you are a pawn I manipulate. So, make up your mind swiftly, or I'll execute Ren before your eyes, followed by your entire household," Anon warned.
Anon could effortlessly hypnotize her into accepting the contract, but he refrained from doing so. He derived pleasure from witnessing others' agony and torment. Blackmailing others by exploiting their vulnerabilities was another of his predilections.
"I-I accept," the great mother finally conceded, a sorrowful expression veiling her face.
"Excellent, now we are talking right to the topic. Here is your shining slave collar." Anon remarked as the sickles vanished from his hands, and a slave collar materialized.
"What the heck...?"
"Oh, dear... Is that a slave collar?"
"What in the world does this kid intend to do?"
Everyone started talking about the scene that just unfolded before their very eyes, right now.
"Arthur, I believe this isn't right. Are you truly going to remain silent in this situation ?" Grok queried once more, his face grim.
"I offered you the opportunity to speak. Why did you not speak then ? You remained silent back then, stay silent now. As long as this ends without bloodshed, I am content," Arthur responded, a smile gracing his face as he gazed at Grok.
"Have you gone mad? He's enslaving a 7-Star royal right in front of soldiers from every kingdom," Grok protested with a tense expression.
"You fucking idiot. Who made you king ? God may have gifted you bravery, but He certainly forgot to bless you with a functioning mind, didn't He ? Otherwise, you wouldn't be mindlessly repeating yourself.
Now, maintain your silence, or I'll inform Anon that you have intention to kill him," Arthur retorted, his gaze fixed firmly on Grok.I think you should take a look at
"H-Hey... You can't do that." Grok mumbled, opting to remain silent now.
"Queen Derein, if I'm not mistaken, the scene unfolding before us is gravely amiss," Grad stated.
"Anon, King Grad here seems to take issue with your decisions. Would you care to address him?" Derein didn't hold back, swiftly reporting Grad's concerns to Anon.
"What? Do you want one of these too?" Anon inquired with a smile, raising the collar toward Grad.
"N-No, sir. Lady Derein and I may have experienced a slight misunderstanding. Please proceed," Grad replied with a smile.
'What a traitor...? She informed him right away,' Grad thought privately.
"Well, why the delay? Put it on," Anon instructed, touching the great mother's cheek with his lips.
"Y-Yes..." the great mother muttered, an expression of repulsion on her face as she took the collar from Anon's hands and began to fasten it.
Click
The moment the collar's lock clicked, a contract materialized before Anon.
"Good, welcome to the collection, great mother. You may now return and represent your household by standing before them," Anon declared.
"Y-Yes..." she replied, walking toward the Denver house soldiers and positioning herself before them, tears streaming down her face.
'Why did I ever get entangled with him? Had I known his strength, I would never have brought such troubles upon myself.
I will appoint Ren as the house leader today; it shall be his first task upon returning home. Once Ren becomes the leader, the house will belong to him, and I shall be Anon's personal slave.' The great mother strategized internally, believing this to be an ingenious plan. Little did she realize, Ren was already one of Anon's slaves.
"Now, let us have a conversation. Shall we?" Anon proposed, a smile aimed at Marinda.
"I-I'm not afraid of death. I am a proud woman and will never capitulate before a man like you. I will fight you to the death, even if it costs me my life," Marinda asserted, her wand aimed at Anon.
"Yeah, no surprise there. You're quite the feminist, huh?" Anon chuckled, a grin dancing across his features.
"Do you know what? I won't make you my slave," Anon announced.
"R-Really?" Marinda questioned, confusion etched on her face.
'Why is he doing this? There must be an ulterior motive behind his actions,' Marinda pondered.
"I think your soldiers, mainly have females in them, right ?" Anon inquired with a evil smile forming upon his face.
"What do you mean ?" Marinda asked with a very suspicious expression.
"You know, what i mean." Anon said as he looked at the army of his ogres.
"No, you can't do that." Marinda spoke as she understood what Anon was planning on doing.
"Oh, i will do it and i will do it the hard way. My ogres mainly contains of males, hungry for sex." Anon spoke.