"Shit, shit, SHIT, this can't be happening. Why now of all times, Ugh?" Synthia said as she angrily kicked the wall. She was currently inside the room that hosted the [Holy Core] and she was busy cultivating as well as changing up the setting of [Holy Core]. She had previously made the [Holy Core] focus on gathering Holy energy through converting the Demon miasma and barely allowed it to expand due to not wanting to make Colin and Alice feel uncomfortable. But now that they have relocated to City A, she has expanded it past where Colin and Alice lived previously and it was still expanding. This gave her followers more room to cultivate and move around which improved the mood of the humans. She had also gotten them to start taking cultivation more seriously after the attack by the imps which has gotten her a few more Saints. She had also upped their training as well since they were taking it more seriously and thought them a few more basic traits they could use in battle. She had also created more Holy weapons, although her stock of iron was running low and she was considering going to city A or City C to get some more, but now. But what she was even more pissed about, was that she was already level 15 which means that in a day, heck, in a couple hours she could evolve into a tier 4, a Mature Angel after so long.
"Fuck." She cursed and ascended the stairs to the ground floor of the mansion.
"Everyone, gather in the meeting hall, NOW!!!!" She shouted and flew towards the meeting hall, she was sure that everyone heard her as pretty much everyone, including the kids, have started to cultivate and has the [Supernatural Senses] skill.
"What is it, my lady?" Kirt asked once everyone was gathered, he was clothed in white armour along with a red cape which made him look like a white knight. Synthia has managed to create decent armour for her four most trusted, well the only ones she trusted, Saints. Each of them have different colour variations, with Claire's being red, Roxy's being blue and Tim's being golden. The others were envious of course, especially that asshole Kyle, and she used this envy to motivate them.
"We have a huge problem, a horde of Undeads is currently marching towards the city. Possibly hundreds of them, and there is a tier 4 amongst them as well." Synthia said grimly and everyone's face paled. They already knew about the strength differences between ranks and knew just how much of a difference a single tier could make.
"My lady, what are your orders?" Claire asked and gripped her sword.
"Gather all available personnel to fight, put the kids under the mansion for safety and split into four teams. Oh and stay within the [Holy Territory] and don't leave at any cost." Synthia said and everyone immediately got to work. She went to her room and retrieved her sword, she then held onto the silver necklace around her neck and her entire body glowed and soon she was wearing a knee length white dress and her eyes glowed a fierce golden as she mentally prepared for possibly her last battle.
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Synthia and the only four Saints she trusted stood at the edge of the [Holy Territory], with the rest of her small army standing behind them. The archers have taken up positions behind the rubble of destroyed buildings, with their bows drawn and a golden arrow ready to be released. They waited patiently for their enemies to come as they could sense the large amount of, possibly hundreds, of red auras heading their way. And soon, they laid their eyes on their enemy and everyone couldn't help but shiver at the sight of hundred of undead creatures of varying types heading towards them, especially the fearsome and terrifying Corpse Lord leading the charge.
'Fuck.' Synthia mentally cursed
"Ahhhhhh, what is this? Have you come to give yourselves to me willingly?" Master Foustus said with a smile that showed off his black fangs that made everyone shiver.
"Why are you here Undead, we have no beef with each other? So why have you come to attack us?" Synthia asked while carrying a small hope that she can get this monster to leave them alone.
"Oh I agree, there is no animosity between us." Master Foustus said
"Then...." Synthia said but she was cut off.
"But you see, I desire to built my own kingdom, no, an empire of Undead slaves to do my bidding. But to do that, I need undead slaves, and to get undead slaves, I need corpses and you guys were nearby and ripe for the taking...so, do you mind giving me your bodies?" Master Foustus said with an evil smile and Synthia gritted her teeth.
"FIRE!!!" She shouted and everyone instantly launched an attack towards the undead army with most of them aimed at Master Foustus. A black film like barrier appeared infront of him which blocked all the incoming attacks, but while he was safe, the rest of his army was not. A good portion of the attacks injured his slaves and due to the Holy energy in the attacks, it took longer to heal than before.
"Well now how barbaric, I extended an olive branch and yet you through attacks at me, tsk tsk tsk. I guess I'll have to reply in kind." Master Foustus said with a false hurt expression on his face and conjured a ball of dark, corrosive mist.
"Retreat!!" Synthia shouted with a pale look on her face. Even though the [Holy Territory] was made to block and absorb demonic energy, that doesn't mean it still couldn't get inside the barrier before being completely absorbed, and she could tell by just looking at it, if that corrosive mist touched them the best they could hope for was the loss of a limb or an organ.
Just as Master Foustus was about to throw the ball of corrosive mist, blades of wind and crude metal spears rained from the sky and he hastily created a black barrier that shattered quickly on impact but successfully stopped the attack.
"Sorry we're late, but we had to take a bit of a detour. As an apology, why don't we destroy these filths?" A teenage boy with blue hair, green eyes and two white feathery wings said with an unamused smirk. Beside him was a middle aged man with silver hair and two large, white feathery wings on his back similar to the young man's.
"Mr. Ziek, Castiel!!" Synthia shouted excitedly and instantly felt relieved, now they had a chance to actually win this.