Crusader Jerome
Subsisting on Supplication
- Location
- My home away from Rome
It'a baaaack!
Well, this is a fine pickle.
Well, this is a fine pickle.
In Another World with JUST MONIKA (Book 2 complete)
- Thread starter bluepencil
- Start date
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- Tags
- comedy (humour)
- Location
- Wishing I was somewhere much colder, I asssume.
So the Demon Lord can tank the sun somehow. Or the sun is magical in some way in this world.
Grey Rook
Genuine Nerd
- Location
- The Quantum Foam
It was stated in the chapter that the sun represents purity, holiness and things like that in-universe, which means that yes, the sun is magical. Presumably, his Spear of Lorentz would get a better result. Something to think about when the band gets back together.
- Location
- Earth
The sun laser is cool, and I totally didn't see it coming. Zorah getting chucked out a window is amazing. She owes Playa for saving her by means of throwing her out a window. No physical treasure as a reward could be worth more to Playa than holding that over her head after this fight.
What I expected (and still am expecting) is a air-vane-steered spear dropped from high up.
What I expected (and still am expecting) is a air-vane-steered spear dropped from high up.
JBcristal
Bring Me All The Puppies!
- Location
- Somewhere that doesn't have enough puppies.
Oh, this absolute insanity is back. Yay!
...and uh, wow that's a troublesome foe. Well if sun-portal beams won't do the trick... vertical free-fall portals, maybe? Use projectiles instead? Did Playa ever get around to figuring a railgun trick, maybe? Man this one is a tricky fucker, disabling not only magic but Required Secondary Effects too.
...and uh, wow that's a troublesome foe. Well if sun-portal beams won't do the trick... vertical free-fall portals, maybe? Use projectiles instead? Did Playa ever get around to figuring a railgun trick, maybe? Man this one is a tricky fucker, disabling not only magic but Required Secondary Effects too.
Interesting I guess, so the demon lord took damage, and the beam had to be pushed back from the general. Implying that it pressed in initially and wasn't perhaps quite so trivial a thing, even if not enough.
One wonders if the general is really so dismissive either, or if they upgraded the group from harmless, to perhaps a threat if given to much time to think of something.
On the other hand, they seem insane I guess.
One wonders if the general is really so dismissive either, or if they upgraded the group from harmless, to perhaps a threat if given to much time to think of something.
On the other hand, they seem insane I guess.
- Location
- Somewhere
fucker literally pull the "there go all those rounds you spent on buffs and raising tension" wave from DQ8
It's actually simpler than that. If you think about it other than its trick to get past antimagic absorption, a solar laser is basically a heat ray so any magic barrier would do. The Demon Lord is also a spellcaster after all.
If Monika was still active they could pull Ghosts of Solomon pulling all axis all range beam attacks from undefended angles, but Playa doesn't have Null magic per se. That's all Monika.
If Monika was still active they could pull Ghosts of Solomon pulling all axis all range beam attacks from undefended angles, but Playa doesn't have Null magic per se. That's all Monika.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
(I mean he does technically have Null Magic - it's just it's limited to "knowing where Monika is," which is pretty useless when he's literally using her as a substitute for glasses.)
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
Worth pointing out there's a huge difference between demons, demon lords, and the asshole sitting in the big chair.
He's a human, a human with two extremely powerful magic artifacts and a connection to a demon lord. He's been Playa's primary target because in terms of vulnerability, between a human and a demon lord, that should be no contest - though obviously it is.
Bazoar bragging in canon on first meeting revealing the source of his invulnerabilities even to someone he thinks he can kill was so blinkeringly stupid even I'm not sure he should do that even if Playa... play-acts... like the melodramatic little shite that he is.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
It's been a while since I said it (cuz it's been a while since you've written here) but the fact that Playa has things more difficult than canon makes it sooooooo much better.
That said, in here, Bazoar is also pretty mind-numbingly stupid. His plan is basically to start killing and assume at some point he'll be able to stop killing.
That said, in here, Bazoar is also pretty mind-numbingly stupid. His plan is basically to start killing and assume at some point he'll be able to stop killing.
Bazoar> But I like killing.
This is a guy who would happily be Lord Humongous in a wasteland of his own making.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
I also feel like killing off your population - or that of the territory you conquer - would make it hard to settle and develop said territory. Or keep your empire alive once all the non-soldiers are gone. Kinda~ need woman for the next gen, and all.
Crusader Jerome
Subsisting on Supplication
- Location
- My home away from Rome
It's almost weird having such a played-straight stupid evil villain for once.
He's Regulus. Belfast isn't his country, it's his enemy's country. Depopulating enemy lands merely makes it "free real estate". He's still keeping the women. Only the pretty ones.
It would be monster beast infested hellholes, which would make it less viable for anyone to try and escape his new Empire.
Gas monies pls.
Unfortunately, I have to say this.
Guys, I am working without electric power. Two months already, and though surprisingly it has been productive as hell due to being forced to think or be bored out of my skull, but it's not really sustainable. Need gas monies. Support is needed to keep things going.
I'm not going to ask for free monies. Commission me or spread this around please.
Guys, I am working without electric power. Two months already, and though surprisingly it has been productive as hell due to being forced to think or be bored out of my skull, but it's not really sustainable. Need gas monies. Support is needed to keep things going.
I'm not going to ask for free monies. Commission me or spread this around please.
I'm going to update Doki Doki Interplanetary Club first then next IWJM chapter on Tuesday.
41.2 Blood of Kings
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At first there was darkness.
And then a dim light, coming through frosted eyepieces.
And then darkness again.
And a yawning terrible silence.
"... Monika?" I whispered.
The feeling I had of my own [Null] ability, one that would not light up a magic crystal amplifier due to there being nothing to amplify, returned a feeling of emptiness.
"Babycakes?"
I had a natural sense of Monika-as-a-smartphone's position anywhere in the world.
Except now.
Everything felt like it was contracting. I shivered in place. My palms sweated under my gloves, I was unable to breathe!
My thumb and fingers automatically tapped out a sequence, embedded magic stones on magic stones: Wind, Water, Wind, Fire.
"... Playa-dono?" Yae's voice seemed so far away.
And then my [Air Sense] spread out.
Blind as the apocryphical bat, my magic sense fed me awareness of my surroundings. To my left, Yae was half-crouched in a fast-draw position for her sword, ready to slice away with an air blade. I shook my head.
In front of me was a fuzzy man-shaped thing, as the general's magic shield absorbed the invisible ultrasonic vibrations of the spell.
Behind me, the Demon Lord's physique was presented in unnatural clarity, because it absorbed magic waves at the very tip of its skin and hairs and - like lines of charcoal defining shapes and shadows, I could discern it more by termination of input. Unlike echolocation, [Air Sense] worked via passive incoming pressure and displacement.
I spoke. "Yae. Go."
She nodded, understanding my intent perfectly. Yae took her hand off her sword and waited for my opening.
A part of me was going 'What… this is wrong. Why am I acting so calm and composed?I should be freaking out. I want to freak out. Why am I not freaking out?
'I want to scream. I want to rage. Why can't I show that on the outside? Is this shock? Is this denial? Do I have a split personality now?
'... Am I the evil side? Fuck me, I'm the evil side.'
Rage? Fear? Despair? Why can't I scream at the world for taking my love - my reason to exist - away from me?
'I would look super stupid with a goatee.'
That was the part that was still thinking. Everything else felt automatic. Dissociative breaks were common in substance abuse, concussions, high stress situations, and as a symptom of depersonalization disorder.
It was like watching my own body move, flicking my arm out in a circle, whispering "Come [Earth], bared fangs of stone, [Earth Spike!]" and as it passed the stone floor undulated, growing a line of sharp conical spikes, bigger and bigger as the move completed, like a cobra lunging at its prey.
Shrak. The Demon Lord stepped back to avoid the wave of spikes aimed at its neck, and as my whirl completed back to front, the arc of spikes lessened in height as if the waves retreating down and away from the shore.
Yae grabbed grabbed Elze and Linze like a sack of potatoes under each arm and like a thief skedaddled forthwith leaping out the nearby open window.
And then as my right arm swung around back to the front, the flat of my fingers pointing towards the General, I went "Go [Earth], stab this frakker, [Stone Daggers!]"
The thin line of conical spikes following on the ground beneath my extended arm suddenly punched out, becoming a hail of sharp stone missiles.
All of which slowed to a stop in front of my enemy like e was frikkin Neo or something.
He sneered back at me, curling his lips and raising his chin. He sat back down on the throne, completely dismissing me as a threat.
"I AM INVINCIBLE!" he cackled.
I did not cry out - "Bullshit!", because I had my own [Air Shield] after all, and any decent magic swordsman ought to have defenses against ranged attacks. I always assumed that about anyone going around in plate armor without a helmet.
I turned towards the window, so that I had the Demon Lord and the General directly to my left and right, and dropped to sit on my knees.
Without thinking. Without planning. My brain was completely clear, and cold, like still waters.
With both hands I raised my long-handled sword, Zanzibar Mark Two, above my head.
"It's too late to surrender, boy. It's too bad, I wanted those girls to live - but what they're going to find out there… gaha. There are a lot of demons that can fly, you know."
I let go of my hands, opened my arms out and lowered my head in weariness, and with my two index fingers pointing at each of my enemy's faces; as if crucified.
My sword remained hanging impossibly in mid-air.
General Bazoar stood there, confident against this new line of trickery. The Demon Lord, not being a moron, but still contracted to remain and assist its summoner, opened a palm out to cast another magic shield.
From out under my cape floated a pair of tempered steel daggers, for [Mage Hand] was the laziest and best of magics, and the daggers each took position just over my outstretched fingers.
I breathed "Oh, [Wind], oh [Light], in sufficient velocity, [Knife Missile]."
One after the other, in opposite directions, the knives abruptly went hypersonic.
This was my solution to the magic railgun with a 200-meter rail that would break my arms. The knife missiles were not equivalent to a 120mm APFSDS, around 55mm APCR at best, due to the drastically lowered acceleration corridor.
General Bazoar blinked, staring at the knife that suddenly appeared fixed in space, hovering right in front of his right eyeball.
The Demon Lord let out a screech of pain as the other knife missile hit the shield, punched through, and embedded into its hand.
Considering the sheer size of its hand, the damage was nowhere near significant, but for the first time it was wounded.
"Well…" I said out loud as I stood back up. "Looks like one of you _isn't_ immune to physical damage."
"Wa… what, how dare you! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
The Demon Lord bent forward, opened its mouth and let out an ear-piercing screech!
Magic purple-pink lightning sparked around its horns and glowing balls of witch-fire appeared around its head. I dropped and rolled backwards, as the balls of eldritch fire blasted my formed position.
I slapped at the ground and somersaulted into a spin, in the limited confines of the room managing to make one, two, three - the last bounce against the wall, angling myself to slash-jump at the Demon Lord.
The sword clanged against the bare flesh of its right forearm.
"Hahaha! The Demon Lord is as strong as the magic power it can absorb! With me providing it with infinite magic power, it is also invincible!"
I kicked off the Demon Lord's shoulder and acrobatically swooped around to face the throne again.
Well if he's going to be so obliging as to sit down and remove the ability to dodge and parry effectively, I'll take it!
I landed then rushed forward. Theory: Like a Holtzmann Shield, the slow blade passes through the shield.
Wind burst out in a circle around my feet, and I blasted off with [Jet Bootsu] swinging down putting all my weight into the blow, with the godspeed fast enough to defeat any attempts at blocking.
The tip of my blade stopped just before plunging into his neck.
General Bazoar raised a hand, and pinched the blade between thumb and forefinger, and locked it in place.
"I am a veteran of two decades, you little shit. Even if I didn't have this, you would never have won a clash of swords against me."
The sword was ripped right out of my grasp as he kicked me right in the gut. This close to his antimagic draining field, my [Air Shield] collapsed immediately on contact. If I had stubbornly tried to hang on to the grip, the kick from a steel-shod boot would have torn up my insides.
Instead I was flung all the way back into the center of the room, sapping the violence of the blow by converting impact into momentum. I somersaulted in mid-air and slid backwards to a stop in a three-point landing.
I tilted my head aside and a thin line of red appeared across my cheek, as the knife-missile I had thrown earlier was tossed at my head, expertly aimed at where I would land.
Then I began dry-heaving from the pain right in the pressure point.
Ghhurk. Hork. Hork.
So this is agony?
I rolled to the side as another tingling of [Air Sense] warned of an attack from behind. The Demon Lord crashed onto the spot I was in, landing in a crouch with its talons digging into the floor tiles, its wings softly folding down around its shoulders like Batman like a cloak.
This was not agony. Actually Elze had punched me harder than this. This was fine. Combat was all about reaching past your limits.
I still felt oddly removed from it all. No fear at all.
Scrambling backwards, I pointed towards the general from Regulus again, and cast "Come, [Earth], come [Fire], fill this space with choking fog, [Cloudkill!]"
Dark acrid smoke billowed around the general.
He contemptuously sniffed and raised his open hand. "More fool, you! If you want to give me more magic from the spell trying to turn my air into poison, I'll take it!"
The custom spell [Cloudkill], which combined the oxygen-starved conditions of a fire with obscuring smoke for battlefield control, turned wispy and vanished, lacking magic power to fuel its creation.
Uggh. It was Monika who had the [Boom Tube] and all other [Null] Powers such as [Fortify Physical], [Magic Drain], [Stacking], [Auto-casting], et cetera.
If only we had access to [Boom Tube] and my reserve arsenal, there was colorless odorless poison gas. White phosphorus. [Blood to Acid] conversion. A lot of options in our warcrimes closet.
The Demon Lord began spitting out micro-fireballs at me.
With a round shield of air [Vent Rondel] I was able to deflect most of it, but then I staggered as the shield vanished abruptly from another anti-magic - or rather, magic-devouring wave.
The explosion struck me in the side, burning through the armor cloth there, and blasted me against a wall. I ducked, and just narrowly avoided getting my head punched clean off. The Demon Lord's fist cracked the stone wall, sinking deep.
I grimaced and side-stepped again, one hand covering the raw red flesh at my hips, and pointed towards the general again.
"[Earth!] Smash him between two walls, [Slab Trap!]"
My ring finger exploded into blood and viscera. Blood pumped out of the open hole in my gloves, staining the white leather red.
I grimaced in pain, but too busy dodging the Demon Lord now coming in completely unafraid to get into the thick of melee.
"Gyahahah I really can't believe there's still someone stupid enough to use spell-gloves!"
As I ducked under the Demon Lord's punch, and sliding between its legs, I managed to point two remaining fingers again at the general and shouted:
"From [Light] and [Fire], GET CANCER AND DIE, [RADION PULSER!]"
The air crackled with a distinctive frantic clicking noise of the Geiger Counter.
The General looked confused, patting his chest, even as I began rolling on the ground trying to avoid being set on fire. "Was that supposed to do something?"
Fukken intent-based Formalized magic! Fukken Ancient Civilization! Why you so dang competent?!
The Demon Lord snagged me by the cape and I only a moment to think /'No! Edna Mode! I'm sorry for rejecting your proscriptions!'/ before being flicked up and then slammed into the ground with a meaty crunch.
My vision blanked out red-hot with pain. This was fine. As long as it's not to the brain, I can heal tha-
The Demon Lord then whipped me about and tossed me into the wall. I face-slammed into it, and in a cartoon this would have been funny with me sliding down like a frog on a pane of glass.
[Heal]. [Heal] that shite. [Heal] it quickly.
Once on the ground I began to crawl away like a worm and rested with my back to the wall section right underneath the window where Yae escaped. I rested my back upon the cold stone and had one hand over the hole in my side, as if trying to keep my insides from spilling out through the paper-thin remaining skin tissue.
I took deep desperate lungfuls of breath.
"No… this can't be true, this is impossible!" I began to scream out hoarsely.
The Demon Lord stomped onwards to finish me off, but was stopped by a gesture from its summoner.
General Bazoar let out a dark chuckle. "Yess. That despair. That awful truth. You are going to die, and nothing, and no one, can stop it. I LIKE IT."
Thumping the back of my head against the wall, I muttered "I can understand the Demon Lord being this strong, but how can you A MERE HUMAN, have this much power? What are you doing? No one is that good at magic control without being a trained mage," I began to moan despondently. "No one!"
"GYAHAHA. There's a good reason I contracted with a Demon Lord. Not only can it absorb magic, it can shield against against magic, it can use magic to make its body stronger, it can SHARE that ability with its host."
He raised his right arm. "No mage can defeat me, I take their power, and give it back to the Demon Lord. I am perfectly immune to all magic attacks!"
He raised his left arm. "No fighter can defeat me, I am completely immune to physical attack. I block all of them!"
He raised both fists high and laughed maniacally. "I AM INVINCIBLE! This is the perfect trifecta of protection! In battle I am a GOD OF WAR! I AM THE CHOSEN BY THE GODS, and this whole world will become MY GLORIOUS EMPIRE!"
I stared dully at him through a hole in my mask, one of the lenses had been chipped out of its socket. I could barely see him at even this distance, but those bracers over his forearms just clashed terribly with the rest of his ensemble.
While the rest of his armor was brass-gold, the bracers were a pale silver I recognized as the same platinum-iridium that high-value currency was made of. They melted that out of Ancient Civilization coinage and materials because no one had any idea how to make such an alloy from scratch anymore.
I began laughing, first a slow chuckle, then rising to a mad loud cackling.
General Bazoar tilted his head. "What, you cracked already?"
Then he paused and looked up and around "... And where is that music coming from?"
A slow rhythmic sound, almost like a heartbeat.
I said softly "Come, [Water], come [Light], dispel the illusion, [Minor Image]."
I flicked away blood from my fingers created by [Blood Maker] and clenched five perfectly intact digits into a fist. I gingerly got up and cricked my neck from side to side, limbering up, super casual after just getting my ass beat.
I looked to my right, at the Demon Lord, and our eyes met.
Its eyes were surprisingly human-looking in that goat face, with brown pupils and perfectly expressive.
I opened my palm out to my left, my sword Zanzibar Mk II sprang up into the air by itself to slap onto my waiting palm. I grinned at it, and its eyes widened in the sudden realization.
And I whispered "Shoooryuken."
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AN:
Next chapter up probably on Friday.
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At first there was darkness.
And then a dim light, coming through frosted eyepieces.
And then darkness again.
And a yawning terrible silence.
"... Monika?" I whispered.
The feeling I had of my own [Null] ability, one that would not light up a magic crystal amplifier due to there being nothing to amplify, returned a feeling of emptiness.
"Babycakes?"
I had a natural sense of Monika-as-a-smartphone's position anywhere in the world.
Except now.
Everything felt like it was contracting. I shivered in place. My palms sweated under my gloves, I was unable to breathe!
My thumb and fingers automatically tapped out a sequence, embedded magic stones on magic stones: Wind, Water, Wind, Fire.
"... Playa-dono?" Yae's voice seemed so far away.
And then my [Air Sense] spread out.
Blind as the apocryphical bat, my magic sense fed me awareness of my surroundings. To my left, Yae was half-crouched in a fast-draw position for her sword, ready to slice away with an air blade. I shook my head.
In front of me was a fuzzy man-shaped thing, as the general's magic shield absorbed the invisible ultrasonic vibrations of the spell.
Behind me, the Demon Lord's physique was presented in unnatural clarity, because it absorbed magic waves at the very tip of its skin and hairs and - like lines of charcoal defining shapes and shadows, I could discern it more by termination of input. Unlike echolocation, [Air Sense] worked via passive incoming pressure and displacement.
I spoke. "Yae. Go."
She nodded, understanding my intent perfectly. Yae took her hand off her sword and waited for my opening.
A part of me was going 'What… this is wrong. Why am I acting so calm and composed?I should be freaking out. I want to freak out. Why am I not freaking out?
'I want to scream. I want to rage. Why can't I show that on the outside? Is this shock? Is this denial? Do I have a split personality now?
'... Am I the evil side? Fuck me, I'm the evil side.'
Rage? Fear? Despair? Why can't I scream at the world for taking my love - my reason to exist - away from me?
'I would look super stupid with a goatee.'
That was the part that was still thinking. Everything else felt automatic. Dissociative breaks were common in substance abuse, concussions, high stress situations, and as a symptom of depersonalization disorder.
It was like watching my own body move, flicking my arm out in a circle, whispering "Come [Earth], bared fangs of stone, [Earth Spike!]" and as it passed the stone floor undulated, growing a line of sharp conical spikes, bigger and bigger as the move completed, like a cobra lunging at its prey.
Shrak. The Demon Lord stepped back to avoid the wave of spikes aimed at its neck, and as my whirl completed back to front, the arc of spikes lessened in height as if the waves retreating down and away from the shore.
Yae grabbed grabbed Elze and Linze like a sack of potatoes under each arm and like a thief skedaddled forthwith leaping out the nearby open window.
And then as my right arm swung around back to the front, the flat of my fingers pointing towards the General, I went "Go [Earth], stab this frakker, [Stone Daggers!]"
The thin line of conical spikes following on the ground beneath my extended arm suddenly punched out, becoming a hail of sharp stone missiles.
All of which slowed to a stop in front of my enemy like e was frikkin Neo or something.
He sneered back at me, curling his lips and raising his chin. He sat back down on the throne, completely dismissing me as a threat.
"I AM INVINCIBLE!" he cackled.
I did not cry out - "Bullshit!", because I had my own [Air Shield] after all, and any decent magic swordsman ought to have defenses against ranged attacks. I always assumed that about anyone going around in plate armor without a helmet.
I turned towards the window, so that I had the Demon Lord and the General directly to my left and right, and dropped to sit on my knees.
Without thinking. Without planning. My brain was completely clear, and cold, like still waters.
With both hands I raised my long-handled sword, Zanzibar Mark Two, above my head.
"It's too late to surrender, boy. It's too bad, I wanted those girls to live - but what they're going to find out there… gaha. There are a lot of demons that can fly, you know."
I let go of my hands, opened my arms out and lowered my head in weariness, and with my two index fingers pointing at each of my enemy's faces; as if crucified.
My sword remained hanging impossibly in mid-air.
General Bazoar stood there, confident against this new line of trickery. The Demon Lord, not being a moron, but still contracted to remain and assist its summoner, opened a palm out to cast another magic shield.
From out under my cape floated a pair of tempered steel daggers, for [Mage Hand] was the laziest and best of magics, and the daggers each took position just over my outstretched fingers.
I breathed "Oh, [Wind], oh [Light], in sufficient velocity, [Knife Missile]."
One after the other, in opposite directions, the knives abruptly went hypersonic.
This was my solution to the magic railgun with a 200-meter rail that would break my arms. The knife missiles were not equivalent to a 120mm APFSDS, around 55mm APCR at best, due to the drastically lowered acceleration corridor.
General Bazoar blinked, staring at the knife that suddenly appeared fixed in space, hovering right in front of his right eyeball.
The Demon Lord let out a screech of pain as the other knife missile hit the shield, punched through, and embedded into its hand.
Considering the sheer size of its hand, the damage was nowhere near significant, but for the first time it was wounded.
"Well…" I said out loud as I stood back up. "Looks like one of you _isn't_ immune to physical damage."
"Wa… what, how dare you! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
The Demon Lord bent forward, opened its mouth and let out an ear-piercing screech!
Magic purple-pink lightning sparked around its horns and glowing balls of witch-fire appeared around its head. I dropped and rolled backwards, as the balls of eldritch fire blasted my formed position.
I slapped at the ground and somersaulted into a spin, in the limited confines of the room managing to make one, two, three - the last bounce against the wall, angling myself to slash-jump at the Demon Lord.
The sword clanged against the bare flesh of its right forearm.
"Hahaha! The Demon Lord is as strong as the magic power it can absorb! With me providing it with infinite magic power, it is also invincible!"
I kicked off the Demon Lord's shoulder and acrobatically swooped around to face the throne again.
Well if he's going to be so obliging as to sit down and remove the ability to dodge and parry effectively, I'll take it!
I landed then rushed forward. Theory: Like a Holtzmann Shield, the slow blade passes through the shield.
Wind burst out in a circle around my feet, and I blasted off with [Jet Bootsu] swinging down putting all my weight into the blow, with the godspeed fast enough to defeat any attempts at blocking.
The tip of my blade stopped just before plunging into his neck.
General Bazoar raised a hand, and pinched the blade between thumb and forefinger, and locked it in place.
"I am a veteran of two decades, you little shit. Even if I didn't have this, you would never have won a clash of swords against me."
The sword was ripped right out of my grasp as he kicked me right in the gut. This close to his antimagic draining field, my [Air Shield] collapsed immediately on contact. If I had stubbornly tried to hang on to the grip, the kick from a steel-shod boot would have torn up my insides.
Instead I was flung all the way back into the center of the room, sapping the violence of the blow by converting impact into momentum. I somersaulted in mid-air and slid backwards to a stop in a three-point landing.
I tilted my head aside and a thin line of red appeared across my cheek, as the knife-missile I had thrown earlier was tossed at my head, expertly aimed at where I would land.
Then I began dry-heaving from the pain right in the pressure point.
Ghhurk. Hork. Hork.
So this is agony?
I rolled to the side as another tingling of [Air Sense] warned of an attack from behind. The Demon Lord crashed onto the spot I was in, landing in a crouch with its talons digging into the floor tiles, its wings softly folding down around its shoulders like Batman like a cloak.
This was not agony. Actually Elze had punched me harder than this. This was fine. Combat was all about reaching past your limits.
I still felt oddly removed from it all. No fear at all.
Scrambling backwards, I pointed towards the general from Regulus again, and cast "Come, [Earth], come [Fire], fill this space with choking fog, [Cloudkill!]"
Dark acrid smoke billowed around the general.
He contemptuously sniffed and raised his open hand. "More fool, you! If you want to give me more magic from the spell trying to turn my air into poison, I'll take it!"
The custom spell [Cloudkill], which combined the oxygen-starved conditions of a fire with obscuring smoke for battlefield control, turned wispy and vanished, lacking magic power to fuel its creation.
Uggh. It was Monika who had the [Boom Tube] and all other [Null] Powers such as [Fortify Physical], [Magic Drain], [Stacking], [Auto-casting], et cetera.
If only we had access to [Boom Tube] and my reserve arsenal, there was colorless odorless poison gas. White phosphorus. [Blood to Acid] conversion. A lot of options in our warcrimes closet.
The Demon Lord began spitting out micro-fireballs at me.
With a round shield of air [Vent Rondel] I was able to deflect most of it, but then I staggered as the shield vanished abruptly from another anti-magic - or rather, magic-devouring wave.
The explosion struck me in the side, burning through the armor cloth there, and blasted me against a wall. I ducked, and just narrowly avoided getting my head punched clean off. The Demon Lord's fist cracked the stone wall, sinking deep.
I grimaced and side-stepped again, one hand covering the raw red flesh at my hips, and pointed towards the general again.
"[Earth!] Smash him between two walls, [Slab Trap!]"
My ring finger exploded into blood and viscera. Blood pumped out of the open hole in my gloves, staining the white leather red.
I grimaced in pain, but too busy dodging the Demon Lord now coming in completely unafraid to get into the thick of melee.
"Gyahahah I really can't believe there's still someone stupid enough to use spell-gloves!"
As I ducked under the Demon Lord's punch, and sliding between its legs, I managed to point two remaining fingers again at the general and shouted:
"From [Light] and [Fire], GET CANCER AND DIE, [RADION PULSER!]"
The air crackled with a distinctive frantic clicking noise of the Geiger Counter.
The General looked confused, patting his chest, even as I began rolling on the ground trying to avoid being set on fire. "Was that supposed to do something?"
Fukken intent-based Formalized magic! Fukken Ancient Civilization! Why you so dang competent?!
The Demon Lord snagged me by the cape and I only a moment to think /'No! Edna Mode! I'm sorry for rejecting your proscriptions!'/ before being flicked up and then slammed into the ground with a meaty crunch.
My vision blanked out red-hot with pain. This was fine. As long as it's not to the brain, I can heal tha-
The Demon Lord then whipped me about and tossed me into the wall. I face-slammed into it, and in a cartoon this would have been funny with me sliding down like a frog on a pane of glass.
[Heal]. [Heal] that shite. [Heal] it quickly.
Once on the ground I began to crawl away like a worm and rested with my back to the wall section right underneath the window where Yae escaped. I rested my back upon the cold stone and had one hand over the hole in my side, as if trying to keep my insides from spilling out through the paper-thin remaining skin tissue.
I took deep desperate lungfuls of breath.
"No… this can't be true, this is impossible!" I began to scream out hoarsely.
The Demon Lord stomped onwards to finish me off, but was stopped by a gesture from its summoner.
General Bazoar let out a dark chuckle. "Yess. That despair. That awful truth. You are going to die, and nothing, and no one, can stop it. I LIKE IT."
Thumping the back of my head against the wall, I muttered "I can understand the Demon Lord being this strong, but how can you A MERE HUMAN, have this much power? What are you doing? No one is that good at magic control without being a trained mage," I began to moan despondently. "No one!"
"GYAHAHA. There's a good reason I contracted with a Demon Lord. Not only can it absorb magic, it can shield against against magic, it can use magic to make its body stronger, it can SHARE that ability with its host."
He raised his right arm. "No mage can defeat me, I take their power, and give it back to the Demon Lord. I am perfectly immune to all magic attacks!"
He raised his left arm. "No fighter can defeat me, I am completely immune to physical attack. I block all of them!"
He raised both fists high and laughed maniacally. "I AM INVINCIBLE! This is the perfect trifecta of protection! In battle I am a GOD OF WAR! I AM THE CHOSEN BY THE GODS, and this whole world will become MY GLORIOUS EMPIRE!"
I stared dully at him through a hole in my mask, one of the lenses had been chipped out of its socket. I could barely see him at even this distance, but those bracers over his forearms just clashed terribly with the rest of his ensemble.
While the rest of his armor was brass-gold, the bracers were a pale silver I recognized as the same platinum-iridium that high-value currency was made of. They melted that out of Ancient Civilization coinage and materials because no one had any idea how to make such an alloy from scratch anymore.
I began laughing, first a slow chuckle, then rising to a mad loud cackling.
General Bazoar tilted his head. "What, you cracked already?"
Then he paused and looked up and around "... And where is that music coming from?"
A slow rhythmic sound, almost like a heartbeat.
I said softly "Come, [Water], come [Light], dispel the illusion, [Minor Image]."
I flicked away blood from my fingers created by [Blood Maker] and clenched five perfectly intact digits into a fist. I gingerly got up and cricked my neck from side to side, limbering up, super casual after just getting my ass beat.
I looked to my right, at the Demon Lord, and our eyes met.
Its eyes were surprisingly human-looking in that goat face, with brown pupils and perfectly expressive.
I opened my palm out to my left, my sword Zanzibar Mk II sprang up into the air by itself to slap onto my waiting palm. I grinned at it, and its eyes widened in the sudden realization.
And I whispered "Shoooryuken."
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AN:
Next chapter up probably on Friday.
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JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
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- Chicago
Reading that I said to myself "No way he's verbalizing his dispair like this. It must be a ploy!"
And...yeah, Bezaor is totally the guy who'd fall for that ploy and rant.
And...yeah, Bezaor is totally the guy who'd fall for that ploy and rant.
Mizu
Software Developer
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- Victoria, Australia
Immune to both physical and magic attacks provided his demon lord summon lives, eh? Well, Playa has demonstrated he can harm said demon lord, so I guess one route is to take out the summon before beating up the military commander. Wonder if his anti-magic shield applies to the ground beneath him? Could be worth sending a chunk of earth (with the nutter warrior on it) sky-high and let gravity do the rest.
Microwaves are non-ionizing and can't cause cancer. If they could the cellphone would have given half the world hip cancer by now.
You're going to want ionizing radiation like ultraviolet, x-ray, or gamma ray.
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JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
A valid point, though microwaves also won't trigger a Geiger counter. Though come to think of it, there's no Geiger counter present, so that 'crackling noise' had to be added by Playa.