The Trumpets

 

 

 

"Chaaaaaaarge!!!" - "PUSH, draw back, and to death, these motherfuckeeers!!" - "Push, push, push!!" - "To all units... squeeze these miserable scum to death! PUUUSH!" From all over the sea of enemy Inhabitants, a few or several remaining enemy Journeyers at most and Synfyl, it was time for all the soldiers of The Order to become incensed and as if injected by drugs; and not by the ones used by Staff Sergeant Gytto and his Battalion Regiment for that matter.

"AAAH! Help, please no!!" - "I surrender, I sur- I said I SURRENDER!!" - "Please!! I have sons and daug-" - "I have family-I HAVE FAMILY!!-" It didn't take long, at all, for the already incredibly weaker in strength but abundant in number enemy forces' army to crumble after just a few tens of seconds, leaving even Synfyl speechless as he had to fend off against more and more Inhabitant soldiers from The Order and flee more constantly and faster.

From a 4th point of view angle, overlooking the entire several kilometers long battlefield which had been full of the enemy's resisting force, of their soldiers. The now incredibly fast decreasing amount of the same could be seen as if they were being actually 'pushed' against each other while the soldiers from The Order killed faster and crueler, not leaving a single gap, and if a limb, torso or head was to find one to protrude itself from the lines of soldiers, it would do so only to get immediately severed and fly off to the sky at the next moment; or to the ground.

It looked as if the lives of the resisting forces didn’t matter, as if their lives really did not matter and amounted to anything at all; it was as if a retarded and bored kid suddenly chose to drown thousands of lives by flooding an ant colony, in which there was no going back and nothing nor no one was there nor even able to save them at all!

Being pushed around was just lightly dying in an awful manner, the enemy Inhabitant soldiers had an insane 8 million, 2 Army Groups attacking them directly from their right flank, while another Army Group was going at them from the left flank. Additionally, there were 4 million soldiers from The Order who began moving towards the right flank of the resisting enemy forces from the middle.

Even though it was ‘only’ of that number and they had great spaces made from between each other, while being mounted on their Abysmal Creatures that spared no effort to continue on massacring these enemies, no one could get to escape in-between those gaps as their lives would be reaped even before stepping towards the backside of the soldiers from The Order from the middle.

As for the left flank of the enemy, that 1 Army Group had the aid of at least 3 million troops that were in the middle, who then, like the other group of 4 million troops, moved towards the left flank in this case so as to kill, kill and kill the enemy!

Meanwhile, more and more soldiers would either come from the rear of the enemy, or join in on the fray by entering the path that was made by the previous fellow riding comrades that annihilated the whole lot of Journeyers in just less than a few minutes. Most remained at the rear, and the strenuous, intense and sweat-making ‘job’ of not allowing any escape was a great role in this strategy; simple, but difficult to employ.

At this moment…after a certain figure had suddenly invoked lights right before his right and from which a towering Journeyer was suddenly there and already ready to fight for the figure that had summoned him. And once both figures began fighting side to side with the towering one doing all he could to aid the figure that summoned him make it out alive.

…step, step, step!!

“?!” With his face distorting in dear fear, clear confusion and hopeful dreams of a regretting, falling man; Synfyl was barely able to heard the footsteps of an incredibly powerful, valiant enemy that made his way towards his back in just a few moments as he was fighting another bunch of soldiers who he was then going to proceed to run away from!

Crrgrr~-wheesh~...! Shin-shin-CLAANKK~!!

Suddenly turning his head around and with Rog taking his time to look at his back and barely able to look at a blurry figure that had just now intercepted his boss, Synfyl could just barely raise his weirdly thick normal-length sword up and vertically right in front of his chest to avoid a sickle that was trying to take his neck, but a second weapon was then instantly moved as it aimed at his neck from the right!

Without hesitating, not allowing himself to be too conceited, Synfyl began separating the weapon that he was grabbing with both his hands. Momentarily, the sword glowed dully for an instant before the look of the blade was revealed to be 2 blades in one instead! As Synfyl grabbed the handle of the second twin blade with his right hand, he immediately sent it to his right to avoid a dangerous threat from instantly killing him.

CL-CLANK~~!

In just a mere 1.5 seconds, Synfyl was forced to stop an attack that didn’t even seemed to be made with the rival’s full force, with his full strength. But before he could even look at the rival’s face, another weapon forced him to divert his strength to stop that other attack. Right now, just as his right twin blade had just stopped a short scythe from doing the same as what the sickle ‘wanted’ and as Synfyl could finally get a good view of his enemy’s face; he could only see the typical helmet for soldiers from The Order before the enemey was sent flying by a bull-like charging Rog.

STEP STEP STEP STEP-POAAAAH~!! WHOOOSH…!!

As if not expecting it at all, Staff Sergeant Gytto was sent flying for about 20 feet away with his upper back leading the ‘flight’ before making an acrobatic wheel in midair and stabilizing his body on the flat ground filled with flesh and blood and organs. Rog, on the other hand, was still charging at Gytto as the former began to relentlessly attack the latter when another sound made the former’s eyes wide as he looked back at his boss.

…whooosh… bing! CLANK!!!

Swish! Bvreee-Vwlsht~~...

-49,985.

“Hey, what are you doing to gladly be giving me such an easy time killing you, hm?” Staff Sergeant Gytto spoke as his right sickle crossed Rog’s torso immediately, as soon as that insane number appeared on his bar HP, the latter broke into a cold sweat while trying to recuperate that 70% of his HP with some potions but also while looking at Gytto.

‘Boss… I have to trust you in this one, forgive me for my recklessness.’ Rog, who was just now barely entering into the battlefield once more and had already warmed up, couldn’t see the expression on Synfyl’s face as he seemingly said back to his loyal subordinate, ‘It’s okay buddy, I can deal with weaklings like this!’.

For as, when Synfyl was silently feeling glad with himself that it wasn’t that one female monster leader from The Order who attacked him, just then, another figure emerged from the ton other dying Inhabitants of the resisting forces as that figure leaped up and held a short sword with both hands, intending to cleave Synfyl into two with it.

However, Synfyl covered his body with white colored spiritual blade energy, that turned like flames meeting oil at the moment that they reached his blades. Synfyl is a Blade Spirit class player, and hence, he could have even his body become the blade and for the blade turn into his spiritual energy/force and strength, let alone enhancing his own body along with his blades with the cost of his HP and survivability.

In just that moment, Synfyl was glad once again that this wasn’t that female monstrous general, but at the moment of feeling this other soldier’s short sword; besides being able to tell that this one wasn’t a master of the sword, he was also able to get some inkling towards the fighting style and presence of that female monster.

“Ah, hahaha. What, you’re that monster’s apprentice, lover, family? Hahahah, I’m gonna kill you, I wonder what will she feel when she sees you die like tha-” Synfyl had a face just full of wickedness and ugly intentions, his mouth was opening more and more when his right cheek was suddenly slapped by the silent soldier’s left hand.

Slap! Whoosh, swish, whistle~~! Clank , clank, clank, clank, clank, clank!!

-22,830.

Synfyl might’ve been distracted, but he wasn’t an idiot nor inexperienced fighter, at least not that much for the former one. So when his face was slapped, hard; he was already stepping backwards twice as his left and right blades directly went over to intercept the thrusting sword that was aimed at his sternum! But just as his blades were about to touch even the edges of the small sword, sounds of even more weapons were heard that Synfyl could barely have the time to face on his own!

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A scythe was sent aiming at Synfyl’s right eye and side of his forehead, while a short spear was swiped at Synfyl’s left ribs with a motion of from his left to his right, intending to open up a path for ‘4’ lungs to breathe more easily! Yet, as Synfyl sacrificed the possibility of entering into the Critically Injured state by letting that small sword almost graze against the skin of his neck on the left, his left twin blade was sent upwards to his right instead.

With that movement alone, Synfyl deviated just slightly the incoming scythe while ducking his head to the left, while the short spear was now going to swipe at his head as well, putting him in even more danger than before. But with his right twin blade being thrust horizontally at his left and with his whole right arm hurting, Synfyl managed to stop the incoming short spear.

While his right twin blade seemed about to break, the short spear was at least fully stopped, but his left twin blade had the strength put into it lowered as Lotto took this chance to slash at Synfyl’s collarbone, only to be repelled in a flash by Synfyl’s right twin blade that couldn’t have any other perfect angle to defend against the incoming short scythe.

Lotto didn’t leave it at that, as he retracted and sent forward his short scythe over and over again, as for the small sword from before? It had long ago killed a dozen Inhabitants from the resisting forces ‘by accident’. With Synfyl sweating badly every time, he still gritted his teeth and did his utmost best to not falter at the incessant, committed and feral attacks made by Lotto.

The short spear was mostly swiped, while sometimes it would be used to hack from up to down without reservations, yet its speed was astounding, leaving Synfyl no choice but to block it head on as dodging it was not possible. As for parrying it, Synfyl might be good, but that was only when dealing with Journeyers, for a graded BOSS, not even Baston nor Raoundozia were sure of themselves to even parry with the lowest quality possible.

Meanwhile, Lotto was deflecting, not parrying, any attack that Synfyl did his best to combo around to strike at Synfyl, as the latter’s body or blades would be covered in white spiritual energy, and then a certain type of movement would also be made from the latter before a showy and domineering-looking skill was activated or effectuated.

Some times, Synfyl would grow from his blades a pair of huge and slightly thick blades that could rose up to even 3 meters long, but that was only for a moment each few rounds before Synfyl had to force himself to back down, deactivate such skill and sweat as well as to stagger.

Meanwhile, Lotto had a damn good pair of eyes to evade the skill ‘just in time’ for his sexy body and manly self to be all perfectly seen by the idling certain Colonel General who was biting the back of her fingers and knuckles while seeing him dodge and lunge at the enemy like that. On the other hand, Lotto was way too focused in the fight and way too weak to sense the gaze of an almost Mythical being, so he merely kept on fighting like nothing else mattered versus Synfyl.

Plash! Fuuwmp! Crowlk! Pshiiffyghu~! …Woooong~.

At this moment, Synfyl began to rotate on the spot while moving his hands, wrists and elbows nonstop, his twin blades in his hands were making a beautiful dance out of nowhere as they were handed, backhanded and even dancing between the gap of his fingers as if they didn’t even had a handle to speak of.

Meanwhile, beautiful streams of blade-like white spiritual energy were shot and shot, created and given the every onlooker that turned their heads in Synfyl and Lotto’s fight’s direction for only just half a moment to be taken aback thanks to such mastery of the blade and art of the technique employed.

Sometimes, those feeble streams of white spiritual energy was shot to sure-kill Lotto, being almost momentaneous-quick and even penetrating the solid ground whenever it could; other times, it looked more like a beyblade as the dancing, spinning and jumping twin blades in Synfyl’s hands had some laser-like white spiritual energy remain at the tip of their sword that was up to 2 meters long.

Accidentally killing his own allies even though they were under a preset from the system that should have been avoided, as if only to show off how insanely unique, powerful and fantastic technique that Synfyl was employing.

However, while Lotto was even using the knuckles from his armored fist’s gauntlet, a sound similar to that of calling the force of Main Kingdom sounded out, as for what kind of sound that was. It was like being connected for an iota to the whole Kingdom itself, then gaining a strength that did not belong to themselves as…

WOOOONG~!

…as Synfyl’s twin blades were adjoined together, raised into the air and seemingly became one with each other once again. Becoming an incredible 20 meters large and even 3 meters wide blade made out of pure spiritual energy, Synfyl’s spiritual blade showed at last, and in the form of the skill that Masters would give to the Journeyer after several quests and acknowledgement from the Master himself or herself were all achieved.

“!!” Gytto, as he was now cleaning his sickle from the blood of the towering Journeyer whose body had already gone back to where it belonged, was astonished at finally seeing a skill that wasn’t a mere enhanced power or Healing Efficiency, so this was what their Lord always told his people to never take lightly; a Journeyer’s potential! Indeed!!

‘Lotto…’ Colonel General Katalyia, who was a few thousands of meters away from him, muttered inside her heart. Not out of worry, but pride! He could fight so well without suffering any damage, and even though that Journeyer had an incredible potential and immensely great capabilities already, her man was only sweating a droplet every few tens of rounds!

On the other hand, Lotto, who had the front seat to the spectacle that even the surrounding resisting forces’ Inhabitants stopped to look at in astonishment and bafflement, was only looking up with his eyes glimmering at the knowledge that this was his point to become what he has to be.

“Hahh…” Lotto suddenly felt a sensation of within and all over his entire being, as if he had just found a knowledge that formed a path that was so stretched that it felt claustrophobic to be in, but that was increasing in size bit by bit as each moment went by. He could feel himself becoming truly stronger as that as the sensation and feeling grew stronger itself and as the path made by his own knowledge turned more and more habitable, yet, before that path could even be completed…

STEP!!

“RRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!” He… Lotto… jumped from the ground with a single step and threw his body into the air, he was just 7 meters away from Synfyl, and this single leap was more than enough to directly sent him towards that white spiritual energy blade, but as huge as that blade was and as impossible to block it was, let alone clash against…

Fwoooowiiiishhh~~~!

Just as soon as Lotto sent his body flying upwards and his left foot was just leaving the ground while his right knee was bent and even higher up already, his back began transmitting some type of brown, warmest and the most attractive of them all. It went from out of his shoulder blades and under them, they came out of his body like slow streams of a river in the form of energy.

As he was slowly encompassed from his back to right above him, however slow it appeared to be, it was faster than even lightning as the shape of a gigantic bear began to condense right before and above Lotto’s head. From Lotto’s wide open mouth, a roar was being effectuated, and with everything seemingly going slow mode, the energy bear in front and above him seemed to be condensed while it was roaring as well!

As more and more iotas of time went by, the bear condensed fully and to a whole. It was at the very least, but only, that of 10 meters or so, while it was as wide as almost 4 meters however. It had a huge head, and only its upper body was fully seen, as it roared with all its might towards the white spiritual energy blade and not even Synfyl was taken into consideration as he was blindly looking at Lotto’s action with ‘slow eyes’.

The bear was ethereal, translucent; but it wasn’t see-thru. One could, however, see through-within it in a matter of magnificence and marvel. With its black eyes and long, crooked claws, it began moving at an oh so slow pace its limbs and body to fly up and meet the now incoming down white spiritual energy blade.

…ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRHHHH~!!!!

Suddenly and as if the world had returned to its normal pace of time and space, Synfyl had roared out as well but his’ was ultimately and instantly drowned by the roaring bear who roared for both itself and Lotto at the same time for a second time on its own, as it then finally went all up to destroy the spiritual blade in front of themselves!

The bear made its way upwards, Synfyl was blinded by his own power and skill, Gytto was scared the shit out of himself as he ran away the moment he heard Lotto’s scream; and the distant onlooker stepped forwards with her left foot put at her front, her left shoulder following it and her slender body trembling in excitation as her eyes went incredulous and incredibly tender at the same time!

 

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