Chapter 131: Chapter 202 – Carnage of the Night

“Miria, Selene, Silvia, please take care of the enemies on the ground,” Asterios said, moving his gaze over them.

“Leave it to us, Master!” Miria thumped her chest with her fist while showing a bright grin.

“Fufufu~ I’ve been waiting to test the eighth stage in a battle for some time already.” Selene chuckled softly and looked at the arriving monsters and beasts with a hungry gaze.

“Don’t worry. We will make sure not to let anything get past us while protecting the knights too.” Silvia smiled at him gently while spinning her staff.

“Great. In the meanwhile, Tina and I will take the skies to get rid of any flying enemies,” Asterios added while glancing at his blue-haired partner.

“Right after you.” She looked up at him with a faint trace of a blush on her rosy cheeks.

“What about me, Master?” Bryn asked with an eager expression.

“Roam around the battlefield and act according to your own judgment. If you feel like fighting directly, you are free to do so. But, I would like you to assist anyone who gets hurt, considering your area of expertise,” he replied.

“Very well. I’ll keep an eye on everyone.” The golden-haired Valkyrie made a small bow and soared into the air.

“Umbra, be on the lookout too. Warn us if anything more serious approaches or if something unusual happens. Utilize your shadows to check on the elves back in the guild now and then too. Same as Bryn, feel free to enjoy the battle. I’m not trying to limit you only to pure support,” Asterios added as the shape of a black, misty raven materialized on his shoulder.

~I do not mind. Selene’s spiritual moon inconveniences me a little on the prepared battlefield but I’ll have some fun within the woods. Call for me anytime.~

After he disappeared, Asterios and the leftover girls turned their eyes back to the front. The few single beasts that had reached the first line of defense had been easily taken care of and the main wave was just crossing the halfway point of the stump-filled plains. Many animalistic beasts charged forward, similar to the ones they had fought before, but the monster army was also riddled with exactly that—monsters. Various scary-looking creatures ran along the ferocious animals.

“Looks like the implosion caused the array to tap into some voidal dimensions,” Asterios commented, spotting the ominous, purple-and-black entities. “Alright. Let’s get this party started.”

He raised his right arm towards the sky and the black blade of his Spellslinger extended out of its hidden sheath. A blood-red crystal began glowing increasingly within the circular slot and scarlet streaks surged out of it, creeping toward the edges of the entire weapon. The air around him grew heavy and tense from the accumulated spiritual energy and everyone stepped back to give Asterios some space.

After just a moment, the bright red marks spilled out of the onyx blade and violent arcs of crimson lightning danced around Ast’s figure, hitting the ground with a loud, buzzing noise. The created static caused his hair to begin standing up while his clothes fluttered from the high fluctuations of mana. As his right arm started shaking from the accumulated power, he had to support it with his left hand, holding it steadily in one place. He didn’t want to discharge the spell into something or someone by accident.

Checking the position of the monsters in the corner of his eye, he finally stopped holding back the immense surge of spiritual power and an uneven, crackling orb of scarlet lighting shot out of his extended arm like from a cannon, sending a wave of force into his surroundings. The weird projectile whizzed through the air with a deep arc, releasing high-pitched whistling noise.

Everyone on the ground followed the spell with curiosity, wondering what would happen this time. Then, the jagged sphere exploded with a bright red flash and split into two. Those two halves split again, increasing the total number of them to four. It happened again, and again, and again, covering the entire battlefield in a wide row of thirty-two scarlet spheres of sparkling energy like some elaborate fireworks.

Finally, after the last division, all of the multiplied projectiles exploded once more at the same time. Each of them launched twelve rays of crimson, crackling energy which arced toward the ground at a different pace. They fell onto the rushing monsters one by one, blasting groups of incoming enemies into oblivion as the earth shook from the mighty impact of almost four hundred cascading blasts. 

The soldiers stared at the spectacle in awe and astonishment. A single spell from their lord wiped out about three-fourths of the visible monster army in a blink. The powerful noise of the explosions still echoed around them for a good few seconds after the last one took place. The men and women roared in joy again and clashed with the remaining opponents which had luckily managed to survive the attack.

“High-quality Runic Chips are something else.” Asterios whistled. “We gotta give it to Endymion, I don’t think Scarlet Curtain had this many explosions.”

“It was so beautiful and eerie yet so scary and devastating at the same time,” Silvia commented with an amazed expression.

“We better work hard if we want to catch up to Master’s kill count.” Miria giggled and flashed them a smile. “I’m taking second place!”

Still laughing to herself, the energetic panthergirl jumped off the roof and plunged to the ground.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Selene smirked and lunged after her, causing a small blast of spiritual energy.

“Since when was this a competition?” Tina raised a brow at Asterios.

He chuckled and shrugged at her. “No idea but let’s not get left behind.”

Silvia and Tina exchanged nods with Asterios while smiling warmly at each other and followed after the beastfolk girls, joining their assigned positions.

Miria obviously made it to the fight first and immediately sliced through numerous beasts and monsters with her sharpened shortswords, using her activated bloodline to dash from place to place faster than they could perceive. Not that it was even necessary since her opponents paid her no attention until she caused them any injury, which was already too late for them as Miria assumed the policy of one hit, one kill.

She danced and spun around with a big smile on her adorable face. Every step she took was followed by a light thud of a falling body belonging to one of her opponents. Her sharpening techniques had grown unbelievably strong over time and her heightened senses from the partial transformation allowed her to strike with pinpoint accuracy and precision. It was almost effortless for her to hit the most efficient points on each beast’s body.

Suddenly, all her hair and fur covering her body stood up to attention and she jumped backward. Right after, a giant, ethereal palm of light blue slammed into the ground in front of her, smashing the poor monsters underneath it into a paste, leaving a shallow handprint in the earth after disappearing. She glanced up and spotted floating Selene with a mischievous grin curling the fox lady’s lips.

“Not fair! These were mine!” Miria complained with a frustrated whine.

Selene chuckled and waved her hand, sending a bunch of spiritual javelins into the monstrous crowd. “It’s a free-for-all, isn’t it?”

The ground began trembling again, much weaker this time, and they turned towards the edge of the forest. Something big was making its way toward them and Miria immediately launched herself forward, not wanting to miss the opportunity.

She reached the source of the powerful stomping just as it stepped into the artificial clearing, revealing itself as a huge elephant-like monster of obsidian skin, purple glowing eyes, and three heads. It was on par with the tallest trees and its legs were thicker than any of them. But, she didn’t let it intimidate her and continued her advance.

Arriving in front of it, Miria dug her heels into the ground and sliced the monster’s powerful leg with both blades, easily cutting into its flesh with her Mana Coating. The ominous elephant bellowed in pain and dropped to one knee. In an instant, she was next to one of its three trunks and sank one blade into the tube-like appendage.

The monster howled again and whipped its hurt trunk up with a lot of force, launching the still-attached panthergirl high into the sky. Miria sent Asterios a quick flash of her perspective and she didn’t even have to mention her intentions as she felt a spiritual platform forming under her feet when she flipped herself upside down in the air.

Crouching on the solid surface, she crossed her dual blades in front of her and let out a powerful roar while launching herself off it. Her body quickly assumed a spinning motion and she shot toward the elephant’s skull at a sharp angle. She struck her target true and drilled through the monster’s head and the rest of its body with barely any resistance, plunging into the ground underneath it. Her opponent wobbled on its thick legs and fell to the side with a mighty thud.

Miria whipped her head around to get rid of the blood in her hair and glanced up at Selene again.

“That still counts as one.” Her vulpine friend snorted at her.

The cheerful panthergirl clicked her tongue, but before she could reply, numerous yowls and screeches of pain captured their attention. Turning around, they spotted three massive tornadoes of pure amber fire rolling around a specific point of the battlefield, scorching everything on their path to literal ash. A figure of a dancing, scarlet-haired woman flashed in the middle between them each time one of the merciless cyclones passed by, sucking in more helpless monsters into their embrace.

“Magic is cheating!” Miria groaned as Selene chuckled at the beautiful spectacle before flying away to rejoin the fight.

~Come here. I’ll give you a hand.~ Ast’s voice echoed in her head and she perked back up almost instantly.

Quickly locating her beloved master in the sky, she sheathed her weapons and shifted into her panther form to sprint toward Asterios. Moving between the rushing monsters like a blur, she reached him at the same time as he descended to the ground to meet her.

“Stay like this. I have an idea,” Asterios instructed her and Miria growled softly in anticipation.

While he hastily carved some sigils and patterns in the grass, she mauled a few passing beasts with her claws and sharp fangs. Soon, he recalled her to him and traced some more lines and symbols over her fur. She could see the light crimson glow coming from her back.

“Alright. Worst case scenario, half of this is going to work. The other half is more of a thought experiment after considering how you can kind of magically change shapes,” Asterios said, patting her feline head a few times. “Here we go. It might feel weird for a moment.”

Miria growled in response to let him know that she didn’t mind and the array under her paws lit up too. Asterios slapped his hands together and she began experiencing a slightly uncomfortable prickling sensation all over her body, even on the inside. She noticed a trace of the familiar black mist appearing around her before she had to close her eyes to focus on bearing with the unusual experience.

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After what felt like long, unpleasant minutes of her body tingling and twisting, everything finally stopped.

“Damn. That’s way more than I would have thought.” Ast’s voice reached her ears from the side.

But, the weird thing was, it had come not just from the side, which felt somehow farther than before, but also kind of from below. She opened her eyes, turned her head towards the source, and immediately frowned in confusion. As much as she could in her panther form, of course.

A miniature version of Asterios stood next to her humongous paw. He could literally use it as a sofa if he wanted, resting on its furry surface comfortably. Raising it slightly up, she could squash him easily too. The weird sight made her very perplexed.

~Why did you make yourself small, Master?~ Miria asked, cutely tilting her head to the side.

He chuckled and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “Look around.”

She did as instructed and gasped mentally. It wasn’t that Asterios had gotten smaller, it was she who had gotten big. Her body was now as tall as the treeline, rivaling the elephant monster she had felled not that long ago. She could literally peek over the crowns full of leaves. 

Spotting many small and tiny monsters running around the battlefield, she got an urge to roar and did exactly that. An immense shockwave exploded from her position, bending the nearby trees in half as the force of her voice rolled over the plain. Even the mind-controlled beasts stopped dead in their tracks for a second.

“And now, let’s make you prettier,” Asterios said after the echoing noise faded away.

Something flashed bright red, and with a loud whoosh, Miria’s entire panther body lit up in crimson flames, just like her fur had in the past during one of Ast’s techniques. She looked herself over in wonder before turning her head back to Asterios.

Spotting his wide smile, she gave his small figure a mighty lick, almost toppling him as he chuckled at her action, overcame with pure joy and happiness.

“Enough!” Asterios laughed and pushed her giant muzzle away. “Go. You have quite some catching up to do. And don’t transform back until you are done. The spell will definitely fade away when you do, so don’t expect to turn into a giant.”

~Thank you, Master! I love you so much!~

Miria spun around, lowered her posture, and leaped forward, crossing almost half of the battlefield. An enormous panther of pure crimson flames suddenly pounced on a group of completely unaware beasts and began tearing them into shreds while releasing ferocious, booming growls. The soldiers watching her go cheered merrily at the deadly sight.

“So, you grew wings now, huh?”

An unexpected voice reached Ast’s ears from behind, somewhat familiar but he wasn’t exactly sure how. Turning around, he found the figure of a warrior woman wielding a greatsword with dark brown hair woven into a ponytail cleaving through some poor wolf.

“Rudy?” He raised a brow at her.

“Oh, so you still remember me?” The woman chuckled heartily. “Hiya, handsome. Long time no see, right?”

Asterios was mildly surprised to see his old friend right next to him. A quick look around allowed him to spot the rest of Rudy’s team scattered over the battlefield, now that he knew what he was looking for. Tesser and Douhlim fought their own small battles amongst the soldiers and a bunch of other adventurers he had seen in the guild earlier.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, stabbing a running horse-shaped monstrosity with his armblade as it passed by.

“Fighting, what else?” Rudy laughed openly with a wide smile. “Can’t miss a good party, can we?”

Asterios shook his head and chuckled too. “You know exactly what I meant.”

“Eh, details.” She spun around and wounded a few more beasts on her path. “We can talk more after the fun time is over, but basically, we heard that Glimmervale gained a new lord whose name was suspiciously similar to a person we are familiar with so the boys and I decided to give it a check and showed up literally around this evening. We didn’t expect you to throw us such a nice welcoming party, though.”

“You are welcome,” he answered with a smirk.

Rudy shot him a grin and grunted, swinging her heavy sword to the side. “Alright. Talk to ya later. Both of us have places to be right now. See ya!”

The muscular woman threw a sloppy salute at him and sped away to join one of her friends.

Asterios shook his head again with a small smile, flapped his wings to launch himself into the air, and joined Tina, who had just cut two Wyverns in half with her incredible water scythe by spinning vertically. She flicked her hair aside with her free hand after finishing and locked gazes with Asterios, blushing lightly.

No more flying monsters or beasts came their way yet so they observed the battlefield together. Countless creatures rushed into the plain they had created. Their numbers were seemingly unending. It looked like one giant flood spilling out of the forest.

But, that flood crashed right into the almighty and powerful women standing proudly against it. 

Selene’s abilities were perfect to take care of multiple opponents and the shining fox lady rained technique after technique on the poor entities. Each of her punches or kicks, boosted by spiritual energy, carved craters, holes, tunnels, and corridors in the ground, pulverizing anything standing in their path. Various swords, blades, spheres, and other projectiles made of cerulean mana swung around her and finished the leftover opponents the other techniques missed.

Silvia was not that far after her when it came to devastating power. The fiery princess’ spells and abilities burned entire clusters of monsters each time she cast something. Her three tornadoes kept circling her position whenever she moved, giving her enough peace of mind to focus on dancing and preparing other attacks undisturbed. Just now, she finished another spell and a giant head of a True Dragon made of pure amber fire peeked out of a glowing formation, breathing orange hellfire on her enemies, drowning them in a sea of flames.

Now buffed by Asterios, Miria also left a lot of scorched ground behind herself, pouncing and rolling around her own part of the battlefield. Each swipe of her impressive claws sent violent arcs of crimson flames forward, slicing through rows of enemies. Her jumps caused explosions of fire to spread in circles, pulsing repeatedly for a good few seconds afterward. Of course, she still swiped and tore the monsters with her natural weapons, enlarged to be even more impressive and deadly.

Bryn followed her role and circled above their forces, throwing a simple shielding spell at a man or woman in danger, or diving down to aid the injured soldiers with her Healing Magic. As she had said, her golden barrier was impenetrable. The few beasts that had managed to sneak close to it, couldn’t do anything against the solid wall of spiritual energy no matter how strongly they attacked.

In the meanwhile, Asterios and Tina handled the sky without any issues too. The number of flying enemies was much lower but they usually were slightly bigger and more dangerous. But, the blue-haired Summoner lady handled herself better than well, utilizing her strengths to their full potential. And, paired with her beloved, she danced in the air with pure glee and happiness as they assisted each other, coordinating their attacks perfectly, thanks to the deep bond they shared. Most of the time, Asterios could leave the beasts to her and focus on supporting the others with various techniques.

Naturally, the girls weren’t the only ones fighting this small war. The guards and soldiers dealt with their own opponents bravely too. Thanks to the culling commenced by Ast’s companions, they could fight more confidently. Their new, freshly enhanced gear straight after professional and meticulous maintenance certainly played a big role in their performance too. Literally, everyone was more than happy to slash, stab, or smack their enemies with their extremely sharp and durable weapons. It was pure joy to use them.

Among them, Venuzathor’s minions wreaked chaos in the enemy’s ranks. The frightening Lightning Elementals launched themselves after the beasts and monsters with pure, animalistic ferocity, using their glowing white claws of both their hands and feet to tear their opponents to shreds while releasing various screeching and ominous noises. They bit, swiped, stabbed, and ripped everything in sight. They didn’t lack magic either, often using various simple lightning-based spells or just covering their limbs with a shocking layer of crackling energy. They knew no fear and lived for only one goal, to pulverize their enemies.

Now and then, a black spike or two shot out of the monsters’ and beasts’ shadows, piercing their vital organs, which usually resulted in the death of their owners. Umbra mostly preyed on the poor creatures deep in the forest, where no one could see him sinisterly suck all the life and spiritual energy out of his prey, but he still assisted the main forces whenever he felt like it. He appreciated the chance to fully let go without having to worry about holding back. The people near the town could only feel some ominous energy coming from his direction, unaware of what was happening in the shadow-filled forest.

Asterios slotted a new token into his Spellslinger and activated the mid-tier spell. Brown energy formed the shape of a crossbow-sized bow over his blade and he drew the spiritual string back. Letting it go, he launched a quick arc of mana at the nearby Jade-Skinned Gargoyle. The spinning disc decapitated the creature and he repeated the motion against three more of its kind. Right after he was done, the Runic Chip cracked and was pushed out of the slot with a whizz of pressurized air.

“There’s literally no end to them,” Tina commented after arriving next to his side, flapping her magnificent wings to hang still in the air.

“That’s what I’ve been afraid of after seeing that huge, chaotic gate. Who knows how much contaminated mana the formation absorbed in the years of its existence.” Asterios sighed. “Thankfully, the ritual doesn’t seem to be strong enough to control more powerful entities or we would be in much more trouble.”

“It’s already incredible that we can hold out against an entire stampede on our own. The town doesn’t even have walls but it’s not like it needs them with Bryn present. I’m sure that this battle will birth many tales and legends considering the perspectives of normal people and soldiers watching it unfold from the sidelines.”

“Who knows?” He chuckled. “We certainly need the walls just in case we won’t be around. I’m sure our parents will take good care of them with Imadil and Cynthia.”

~Hey. I think we might be ready to have a try at it.~ Grea’s voice echoed in their heads.

Asterios and Tina shared a look and he smiled at her. “Great. Let’s wrap it up and get back to sleep.”

 

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