Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1187: A Plethora of

Not just on the walls, but even behind the wall, towered massive creatures of considerable power When did Minas Mar employ the help of a Necromancer? She had never heard that the guild possessed someone of this caliber.

She shook her head and calmed herself. So was this how they wanted to play? Did they think they could resist her with some paltry charlatan and some rotting skeletons? It wouldn’t make a difference. A purple gate opened behind her and three figures exited from it.

If the people of Delta thought that the high-level beasts or liches were all, then they were wrong. Natina had worked the skeleton dragon to the bones to create her secret force. After laying waste to kingdoms and conquering worlds with the dragon, it had not only regained its status as a legend but assembled a group of servants that could even rival smaller empires. She liked to think, that this group was the reason, why she was sent here alone.

“Uz’Roc, take command of the Liches and conquer the walls. Crush them with all your might,” she instructed the figure to her right.

Rippling muscles and tall like a minotaur, the usually vibrant green skin faded to a gray and blue flame burning in deep-set eyes, lying in the shadows of a hooded cape. A massive, menacing-looking orc shaman, with arms like tree trunks, carrying a crooked staff with all kinds of decoration.

Many of the surrounding staff heard the notification as the beast stepped out from Natina’s undead space.

The undead shaman grinned deviously, his hand combing his beard, as he accepted the command and vanished in a dim flash, as he used blink to appear in front of one of the many portals and join the soldiers at the frontline. Then she turned left, looking at the second figure that exited the portal.

A dark robe, covered in ominous enchantments that reached all the way to the ground would have concealed the missing legs and given the illusion that it was a tall mage, but it opened in the front, exposing the shiny black bones of the elder lich.

It was the upper body of a skeleton that levitated several feet in the air. A big orb of black crystal was floating just below its rib cage, exuding a dark vapor that fell to the ground. The skull, frozen in its eternal grin, looked at her, soul flame burning in the empty eye sockets. Somehow, it managed to look serious and somber.

“Piotr, go and help the beasts. I want that dome to fall soon,” she instructed the lich to join the battle above the city.

The chosen of Kali had traveled the Pathworks and “recruited” a plethora of beasts and legends with the help of the dragon. Uz’Roc Marrowbiter was a legendary dark shaman, who reigned with terror and an iron fist over the vast plains of his home world until the ancient dragon “recruited” him.

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Piotr Sokolov was a cruel man in life. An archmage held a whole city in his grasp, and when he was about to about to die, he turned himself into an undead and the whole city, too. Facing the fire of the dragon, he decided willingly to follow the chosen of Kali and wore his loyalty. But in this assembly of legends, he was not the last to enter the stage.

“Fafi, go help Kalzemir and get rid of that golden man,” she commanded the third shadow that emerged from her portal. A huge creature, towering far above her head, nodded with many of its own.

The surrounding staff froze, as they heard the third announcement and their eyes fell on the giant, many-headed reptile that had appeared in their midst.

Another three legends joined the battle. If Minas Mar didn't get serious now, she would burn Delta down.

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Tatzel suddenly heard an announcement. He knew what that meant and his eyes quickly searched for the legend, that had just appeared. 50% of a black, shiny skeleton was floating not far from the horizon of the portal above Delta.

The Imoogi spotted the lich in just the right moment, to witness a flood of undead creatures flow him through the portal. Like a stream, they gushed on top of the dome, many perishing in the fly zapper of Iego, but just as many landing on the damaged mountain peaks.

Compared to the previous wave of beasts, their levels were negligible, but the Lich brought numbers with him and most importantly himself. Although the undead were burning on the hot molten rock, they didn’t care and started attacking the enchantments with the remaining beast.

Seeing their attempts, Tatzel acted quickly. He couldn’t allow them to damage Iego, or Al’Zalsar would be angry with him! In a hurry, he cast Greater Chain Lightning to burn the horde of zombies to ashes, however, the Lich jumped in his way and canceled the magic with a wave of his bony arm.

“I will play with you, pseudo dragon,” the undead said in his deep, hollow voice.

WroooM! A bright beam of light struck the elder lich, but the attack only revealed that the floating torso was encased in several layers of magic shields, that formed a blue sphere, encasing and protecting the mage from the attack. Although the attack was unable to penetrate, it crushed several layers and pushed several hundred meters back.

~Who do you think you are, to ignore the great me!?~ the slightly dilapidated nightmare centipede rejoined the battle. He was missing a few legs, and his white, smooth carapace was a little singed at the edges, but he was fine otherwise. Puffles had taken the dragon breath better than the Iego system. (Although the attack that hit him was much smaller than the first attack)

“ A giant pest is still a pest. I don’t have the time to play with insects!” Piotr spoke arrogantly, firing a spell at Puffles.

Tatzel’s heart dropped for a beat. It wasn’t because of the massive wave of cursed magic that was closing in on Puffles, a magic that could easily destroy a whole city- No. It was the way Piotr had spoken to his brother and the consequences his words would have.

~A PEST!? The rat king dares call ME, Puffles the Great, a pest?!~

The Nightmare Centipede shouted in unbridled rage, as his giant body suddenly twitched, slightly contracting. The plates of his carapace struck against each other and a sphere of golden waves visibly expanded with incredible speed.

This sphere of holy light easily atomized the fiendish spell. When the golden waves washed over Tatzel, they revealed themselves as the sound of the bell of a church or the gongs of a temple. The waves struck the legendary elder lich and he could be seen hurriedly reinforcing his shell, to withstand the sudden attack of holy power.

~ Watch closely what I do to your pack, rat king! I will show you what a pest extermination looks like! ~

For the first time, Tatzel remembered what Puffles had told them about his origin. Ivicer’s were like angels, they were the divine creations of Ivice, the god of the Sun. although their god had long fallen, it didn’t change what they were.

Following the announcement, Puffles began to shine. Immense amounts of light emitted from the centipede as he momentarily turned into a miniature sun. At first, Tatzel didn’t understand the meaning behind this action, but he realized it immediately when he looked down.

The hordes of undead that had landed on the floating islands, were burning in the cleansing light of a new sun, that unleashed its wrath upon their unpure souls. Even the undead among Spatia and those controlled by Evee were suffering slight damage.

While some of the stronger ones were able to barely withstand the attack, the horde of zombies Piotr brought along were helplessly purified. It was truly an extermination of pests.