The battle began and the blows of the prince of the elves and the chief of the trial could be heard all over the area. They were giving their all in the battle. You could hear the meat splitting and the bones crunching to the beat of the battle. The buildings were destroyed with every movement and burst of force generated by the battle, but Vaelthar did not have time to play against the boss, he had to defeat him quickly so that his companions and himself pass this test, thus drawing his sword to start attacking him with elvish magic imbued in the sword, letting the spectators and participants notice that he was a magical swordsman and a combat warrior, he could use magic, weapons and his fists, a perfect warrior almost without weaknesses. Using Alucard the blood of his fallen monsters to generate a floating sword, which he threw against Vaelthar at high speed, stopping it in the air with the edge of his sword, but Alucard's weapon pierced Vaelthar's weapon to the liquid being, he could solidify and become liquid again with Alucard's will, having to dodge as quickly as possible the cut of Alucard's sharp blood, ending with a wound in his chest quite deep, but taking advantage of the fact that the weapon flew out in the opposite direction, he threw himself against Alucard, who was already waiting for, striking his face with a punch at the unsuspecting Vaelthar, who without hesitation lunged at Alucard thinking that he would be at a disadvantage without his weapon.
Alucard: -You are very trusting and neglect your body, at this rate you and your companions are going to die.
Vaelthar at that moment gave a stop in the stomach to Alucard, lifting him up in the air to hit the ground, suddenly getting up in the air to turn and kick him in the back of the head, sending him crashing into a building, not noticing that Alucard sent the blood blade against him again, cutting his back violently while he laughed at him and turned the blade to divide it into smaller pieces, throwing them at Vaelthar, who could barely cover himself, being cut from all sides while his father he was looking frustrated and his mom couldn't look at this, like their race, they were helplessly watching this scene, but they were surprised by the arrival of an attack used with magic by their companions, who came out to help their leader, attacking Alucard with all their strength, hurting him by using the strategies that he himself used in the other tests, in turn he was healed by the druids, starting to defeat Alucard, being the dwarves and dragons the first in the vanguard, receiving blows and returning them in the same way, while the fairies go at full speed to cut and hurt Alucard, getting damaged in the process by Alucard being so resistant, slowly starting to fall in the battle, smiling Vaelthar believing that this battle was won and apologizing to his companions for going alone to fight without thinking about them.
Vaelthar: - Sorry for being a bad leader... because of me we almost all lost...
Druid: -Don't blame a bent tree just for wanting to reach the sun, just go and help it to straighten its way to the same.
Vaelthar: - Guys...
Young Dragon: -You have honor when facing an enemy only in order to protect your companions and we dragons respect that.
Rookie Dwarf: - That's why we have to show that we can fight or we will be embarrassed in front of our races.
After these words, everyone began to fight against Alucard while Vaelthar led them, not as a simple warrior, but as their leader and strategist, being nothing to win, they only needed one more blow, Vaelthar throwing himself to cut off the head of a badly wounded Alucard, but this one simply smiled, taking Vaelthar's sword easily and looking at him coldly.
Alucard— -The game is over, kid, it's time for a serious fight...
With these words, he threw Vaelthar violently against a building while Alucard gave a guttural roar that shook reality as the dark entity began its transformation. The blood of the firmament condensed into swirls of living shadows that became entangled in his body, molding him into something even more terrifying. His silhouette expanded and distorted, as if the abyss itself was reclaiming its shape.
His arms multiplied in a chaotic frenzy, emerging from his back like limbs of a forgotten god, each sharp as scythes and vibrating with indescribable power. His fingers, long and twisted, gave off a necrotic glow, leaving a trace of distortion in the air.
Her hair, previously just a tangle of shadows, transformed into a whirlwind of black tentacles that throbbed with life of their own, as if her very existence was in constant agony.
His torso lengthened and his muscles acquired a dark, almost liquid consistency, as if the flesh could not contain the overwhelming energy burning inside. A cloak of blackness covered him, and on his chest a crimson orb throbbed with the rhythm of a dying star, illuminating his figure with an evil glow.
Reality was breaking around him with every move. Every footstep undid the earth beneath his feet, and the very air became an echo of lamentations. With each new pair of eyes that opened on his deformed face, it felt as if the entire universe was being watched by an entity that should have never existed.
The transformation culminated with a heartbreaking scream that spread through the void, like the last whisper of a doomed world. Now, in front of the golden warrior, stood a titan of darkness, a divine aberration whose very presence made reality tremble.
Vaelthar was left trembling on the ground of impotence before a being of such power, which, after transforming, ascended from the upper neighborhood level to the middle Earthly level, using his great and powerful aura to generate an immeasurable terror, making everyone believe that he has become a god who could kill them in a snap, starting to defeat and violently beat all of Vaelthar's companions while he could only see this result, dying on the ground, wanting to do something, but it is not something he knows to achieve, it is a power that the elves awaken, but it's hard to control, he has it because of his lineage, but he doesn't know how to use it, but still:
Vaelthar: - I want to fight... I want to help... please whoever it is... give me strength...
It was thus that the sword he carried began to shine in a golden glow, throwing himself against Vaelthar as he took it in his hands, shining resplendently and without equal, making everyone see the unthinkable, a new Elven warrior was born, the prince at an early age managed to achieve the status of an Elven Warrior, thus awakening the soul of his own weapon.
The air vibrated with an unbearable tension as the shadows rose on the horizon, twisting like an ocean of darkness. In the center of the battlefield, his silhouette burned with a golden glow that tore through the gloom. The armor, a celestial masterpiece, radiated light as if it contained the very fire of the gods. Sculpted plates with intricate details covered his body with an unshakable majesty, reflecting the essence of war and divinity in a single form. His cape floated as if defying gravity, dragging with it golden sparks that faded into the air.
In his hand, a pure energy sword emanated heat and power, vibrating with primal strength. Every inch of the blade was enveloped in sacred fire, its flames twisting into an iridescent glow that threatened to devour everything in its path. The light curved around him, dancing in golden spirals that traced his presence in reality itself. Her hair, before a pale shade, shone with the intensity of a newborn star, and her gaze, hidden behind the gloom of her divine helmet, was an unfathomable abyss of determination.
In front of him, the infernal beast roared, its voice a distorted echo of damnation itself. The ground beneath his feet cracked as the dark colossus advanced, his skin covered with thorns and obsidian plates, his eyes two incandescent embers oozing hatred. The shadows twisted around him, devouring the light, trying to drown out the incandescence of the heavenly warrior. But his brilliance did not fade.
The air trembled as he raised his sword. The light around him expanded, every particle of energy responding to his will. The very reality seemed to bend before his presence. The enemy, titanic and imposing, hesitated for an instant. It was the pause between the thunder and the lightning. Then the world burst into a blinding glare.
Vaelthar: -I will defeat you this time, not only for the honor of my race
Vaelthar: -I will defeat you this time, not only for the honor of my race... but for the honor of my comrades in arms...
With those words, Alucard smiled and opened his arms, charging his fists with dark energy to launch himself against Vaelthar, who took his sword firmly and with a great war cry charged it with the magic and energy of his own elven aura, launching Vaelthar a direct lunge against Alucard and Alucard launched hundreds of fists of energy against the prince, colliding both attacks for a moment, generating a great expansive wave of energy, looking at each other firmly Alucard and Vaelthar, thus charging more energy on his sword, full of determination, going through one of Alucard's attacks, quickly reaching him while Alucard launched one last energy blow, generating an immense impact along with a great explosion of energy at the moment when both attacks hit, leaving in doubt who won the encounter for a few minutes until the screen cleared and it could be seen Alucard with a hole where his heart once was and Vaelthar almost destroyed and without half of his armor, bleeding non-stop, but staying on his feet.
Alucard: - Hey kid, you fought well... with this you have earned the right to enter my dungeon... and a surprise awaits you after you leave... take care of yourself, boy...
Vaelthar: - It was fun... fucking monster...
Both with a smile fell, being Vaelthar the only one to stay awake on his knees on the floor while Alucard vanished like dust in the wind, being the group A the winner of the normal level test, becoming students of the White Sword academy.
Thus, everyone left the dungeon, being taken to heal in another place while everyone was cheered by the audience at their results, Vaelthar being congratulated by the presenter to earn the respect of a dungeon boss, which made him earn a special item, an ability of the same boss called "Arms of the berserker", which made Vaelthar smile before fainting completely while being taken by his companions to be healed, being the turn of group D led by the demonic princess, who chose the difficult difficulty, smiling at your group, he could only sigh, because after seeing how the normal difficulty ones fared, they didn't want to know what the difficult mission had in store for them, thus entering this dungeon, which was a giant outdoor street next to a crimson red sky, to which the system warned that the tests were about, announcing that there would only be one test that counted for four in this dungeon.
Unique test: Stop the invasion of the monster king's army provincial level and eliminate the monster king before the time runs out.
Preparation time: 10 minutes.
Time to defeat the army and its king: 1 hour.
After seeing the difficulty of their mission, they panicked, since in the distance they could see how an army of thousands of monsters was approaching, they only had 10 minutes to prepare for combat, being discussing what to do while Deus just looked at the approaching army, shouting at his companions.
Deus: - SILENCE!!! Stop arguing! We are strong! We're not going to lose! Just get in position and fight to the last one standing!
Deus was not a woman who thought about strategies, she only had one thing in mind: to fight and win. She would fight to the end, shedding blood, sweat and tears, sacrificing everything of herself to achieve a great defeat against the enemy in front of her. She was a natural fighter, who used everything at her disposal to fulfill her goal, putting the dragons and lizardmans at the front with her, while the fairies would serve as healers behind them, thus spending the 10 minutes and starting the combat.
The hordes of monsters began to arrive, these being trolls, mutated beasts and scorpion insectoids, all fast and difficult to defeat, thus fiercely fighting against all the monsters. The dragons were in charge of the insectoids, setting them on fire using their strongest flames and their magic to enhance the same flames that came out of their mouths, while the lizardmans were in charge of the mutated beasts, being almost of the same race, they knew how to deal with these, hitting vital points and breaking limbs with great difficulty when coming in groups, while Deus let open his wings to rise into the air and face the trolls, big and corpulent beasts, which could knock down buildings with their bare hands, so he used all his strength in an aerial impulse, hitting the face of a troll, sending him flying to crush every monster that came after him, as well as the other trolls who came fighting non-stop, using their fists, breaking organs and bones in the process, ripping off the limbs of their opponents coldly and fighting as if their life depended on it. For a long time, almost 20 minutes of fighting, and they had already eliminated half of the large army of almost 10 thousand monsters, making the senior boss come to introduce himself.
Deus: - Finally the boss comes to say hello, huh? I was already thinking that you wouldn't come.
The words of Deus made the monster king upset, which after being seen by the Lizardman, they could not believe it, the being they had before them was a being of legends in his race, a man who was once a great king and had fallen into disgrace by obtaining a power that corrupted him from the depths of his soul, the ancient mutant king Darksoul.
Darksoul: - You're pretty insolent to be just a vile demon...
These words upset the demonic princess, who felt offended at being belittled for being a demon, thus showing her great demonic aura, showing her that she was a princess of the demonic kingdom, heir to the throne of the demon ruler of the lord of darkness and most faithful believer of Lord Lucifer, the ancient father of the demonic kingdom. Seeing this, Darksoul would just sigh, since she had fallen so easily into a simple comment like that, but he understood, she's just an insolent girl who doesn't know her place, so he would take it upon himself to show her, thus thundering his fists to throw himself against...
Deus only waited for him while he appeared from the front, releasing a violent punch, which was violently stopped by the forearm of the princess, who used all her strength to stop Dark's attack in its tracks, starting the fight frantically, backing up before the shock wave and then jumping at high speed, being able to see and hear the clashes between his fists violently. In one of those impacts, Dark purposely failed to turn on himself and kick Deus in the stomach, which flew out crashing against a large rock, bouncing off it and then spinning in the air and generating a shock wave with his legs to return at high speed as if it were a bullet, hitting Dark's face without stopping until he put all his strength into one of the punches, hitting the face of the same to bury his head in the ground, so Dark took Deus's arm to bend it and throw it to the ground with a lot of force, this one getting up by hitting the ground with his other arm, taking momentum so that automatically after getting up he gave a big kick on Deus' breasts, making her crawl several meters along the paved street, both getting quite hurt in the fight, while everyone else, both monsters and Deus' companions, frantically fought to pass the test.
This confrontation, despite seeming long, had only lasted 5 minutes and they were already almost exhausted from using all their strength frantically in the combat, so they both decided to end the combat using their maximum powers.
Deus: - Well, it's time to take out the sharp toys.
Darksoul: - It's time to teach you a lesson, girl...
The air becomes dense, vibrating with a dark and archaic energy. A titanic shadow rises on the horizon, its silhouette enveloped in a blackness that twists like a sea of trapped souls. The metamorphosis unfolds with violence, with the crackle of reality fracturing around him. His skin, if it can still be called that, is torn apart in a macabre dance, giving way to a living armor, sculpted in the abyss itself. Incandescent cracks run along his torso, emanating a crimson glow that throbs like a doomed heart.
Fragments of a spectral mantle emerge from his back, torn and floating, like the shreds of a nightmare that refuses to fade. Its limbs lengthen, with sharp claws that seem to devour the light. His face is hidden under a sinister helmet, where two eyes, barely visible, twinkle like embers in the gloom. A bloody halo forms behind his head, a profane symbol that trembles with its mere existence.
Every step he takes is an echo of death, a promise of ruin. No longer an entity, but the personification of doom itself, a vestige of anger and shadows that carries with it the condemnation of everything that dares to cross its path, Darksoul had awakened all its power.
Deus only smiled and did not stay behind, thus cutting his face violently as a blood offering for his race, giving off a dark aura, which would emerge from his body showing a female figure wrapped in a dark and sinister a...
Deus only smiled and did not stay behind, thus cutting his face violently as a blood offering for his race, giving off a dark aura, which would emerge from his body showing a female figure wrapped in a dark and sinister black armor with sharp details and resplendent red tones. His expression is macabre, with a wide and cheerful smile that reveals sharp fangs, and eyes partially hidden behind his long and messy hair of an almost silver blonde shade.
He wields an imposing, dark sword with an incandescent blood-red edge that seems to vibrate with energy. The armor is decorated with spines and sharp segments resembling a demonic exostructure. The image conveys a sense of power, madness and destruction, with a chaotic aura reflected in the red flashes that arise around the warrior.
Darksoul and Deus stared at each other while their imposing auras overflowed on the battlefield to disappear from everyone's sight in a big blink, clashing Dark's fist with Deus's sharp sword, thus generating a great expl...
Darksoul and Deus stared at each other while their imposing auras overflowed on the battlefield to disappear from everyone's sight in a big blink, clashing Dark's fist with Deus's sharp sword, thus generating a big explosion that would not let the combat be seen, breaking the vision in the colosseum, not being able to see what is happening inside the dimension, trying to bring back to the screen a vision of what is happening in this, spending almost 30 minutes trying, finally managing to get a view of the dungeon, seeing Deus without an arm and Darksoul already defeated, which meant that they had passed the test successfully, to which she only left the dungeon with her companions and when she left her arm regenerated, being an ability of the demonic race, although that did not mean that it was eternal, because if she had not had enough energy when leaving, she would not have been able to regenerate and would have to wait until she recovers to achieve it, thus looking at the stands where her race were, smiling at them, while Deus' mother watched everything from the transmission of the system , proud of her daughter. In turn, Deus looked at the remaining group, not seeing anyone remarkable except one who was always away from the group, that was Dean, who had already convinced everyone of the mode in which they would go, so he preferred to stay away and rest until his turn came for her, that was boring, since she saw him as a bitter lonely, that did not please her, so she only went with her companions to the stands, companions who accompanied her and stayed with her along with her demonic race, just as the elf prince returned recovered, but all bandaged up and a little tired, going with his companions to the place where the Elven race are sitting, thus observing the missing group.
Presenter: - Well, it seems that there are still you, tell me, which modality have you chosen?
They all looked at each other and without hesitation chose to go individually. This surprised the elf prince and the demonic princess, as they thought they would be smarter and go in a group, but they prefer to risk going individually without any knowledge of what awaits them, but what these two young princes do not know is how to act in the individual mode.
Presenter: - Oh, thank God! I thought no one would do it, finally we will see a good live and live show.
Many of the viewers were confused, since no one has entered the individual mode so far, so they were curious about what the difference would be between the group and the individual mode.
Presenter: -In the group mode they had to go to the dimension in question and pass the four tests directly, so we couldn't be there while this was happening, but here, once the difficulty has been chosen, four beings will appear who will challenge you, these can give you a different test and not everyone fights, so it all depends on your luck and which being is the one who leaves the portal to challenge you.
This surprised everyone and annoyed the princes, but mostly Deus, that if he had known this, he would not have gone in a group, but would have chosen the individual mode, not because he is not grateful that his companions passed, but because that way he would have had more fun in combat (sorry, it's kind of silly), while the prince thinks that maybe that way his companions could have had it easier, while he could choose a difficulty without fear of collateral damage, but it was already done, it was done, now it was time to see what difficulties those in the group chose, so the presenter asked them to make a line depending on the difficulty they would select, so in the easy mode there were the fairies and humans, in the normal mode there were the dwarves and in the hard one the druids and undead, but Dean did not choose his difficulty.
Presenter: -Young participant, em... Dean, right? Why haven't you chosen your difficulty?
Dean: -I want to see that everyone passes before I try, because I don't want them to miss out on my own combat.
These words made the kings watching the broadcast smile, seeing him so sure of his words, besides he was thinking first of his people and then of himself, as if he was already a king, while the Elven prince and his companions saw him as pleasant, as he wanted to wait for his companions to approve and to be able to dismiss them properly, while Deus just stared without saying anything, but kept looking at him interested for his reasons and his attitude, as she did not speculate, she would make sure to know the reason for that desire after the, so the presenter just smiled and understood, while Dean's classmates looked at him kindly, thanking him for the gesture, the presenter starting the fights, starting from the easy mode, asking the other participants to stay away while the tests start.
At the beginning of the tests, everyone noticed that what came out of the portals was something random, it could be a monster, perhaps a being of another race who asks something, or even a dungeon boss who wants to test the participant's courage, so the five humans passed with difficulty, having to face monsters in their individual tests, the fairies had problems because people of other races with complicated questions came out of them all at once, they almost do not pass except for their vast knowledge inherited in generations.
Then, in the normal difficulty, it was more common that more than one monster came out or even that the questions were very specific, being almost metaphors or something linked to the participant, so the dwarves, who were very wise and studious in all areas, had an easy time with the tests of the beings of other races, while in fights with monsters they were quite rough and too careless, rushing headlong to attacks that could kill them, but managing to pass the tests, while in the hard mode it was very common for dungeon bosses to appear, this took the druids by surprise, so each druid did his best to pass the tests, but only two of them managed to pass them, being somewhat sad about this, while the undead passed the tests easily by having superhuman strength and no limitations in their bodies, since they were already dead.
So, all the team's tests were finally over, only Dean was missing, who dismissed them and waited to see them in the stands, standing in front of the presenter while he finally opened his inventory, taking out his new armor, this was given by the neighborhood boss before he left as a special gift from himself, throwing it on his back, completely opening, merging with the armor he already has on, changing its rough shape to a more stealthy one, adapting to Dean's clothes and improving it so that it has the same defense as the armor while letting his aura escape flaming.
He is now a warrior engulfed in flames, his silhouette obscured by the infernal glare that surrounds him. His eyes reflect an unwavering determination, an indomitable presence that defies the destruction around him.
His black leather jacket with metal rivets glows with the glow of the fire, while his steady hand grips the hilt of a dark katana, which was given by the instructor who enrolled him, ready to unleash his fury.
His other hand holds tightly another blade, a twin weapon that promises a lethal dance on the battlefield, a bright white dagger which was given by his father, the man who saved him, to defend himself from the monsters of the outer zone, thus looking at the instructor, telling him in a serious and determined way his decision.
Dean: -I choose the last difficulty, I'm going to pass these tests on the Purgatory difficulty.