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Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 265: B3: C55: A Hundred Master Rankers 1
Chapter 265: B3: C55: A Hundred Master Rankers 1
The world was wrong, and Prince Ruven felt it like suffering from motion sickness. The placement of his body felt off. His sense of timing was extremely off. Everything was wrong and off, and the elf prince had no idea why or how.
The first thing he noticed outside of himself was the black sun in the sky. Seeing such a thing was horrifying, especially when the black sun was the Corma Star, leaving only the Star Core to shine some light on their world.
The next thing Prince Ruven noticed was the lack of a certain powerful presence.
Where had Regressor Justin gone?
Gripping his magic staff tensely, Ruven looked around, feeling just as confused as his nearest companions.
The central square of a pig stein city for humans wasn’t darkened by the horrible taint of the Dark Lord anymore. Prince Ruven could see the colorful flags and banners that festooned the city, especially the square he stood on.
However, he also sensed the cobblestone under his legendary-quality boots had a powerful magic coursing through the materials and the surrounding grounds. Prince Ruven felt the same magic coursing over all the nearest structures.
He quickly identified the magic as powerful defensive wards that might or might not be a part of a large array or a ward network. Arrays were powerful but short, while ward networks could last for ages but came out weaker.
Ruven wasn’t sure what he was facing here. The wards were extremely powerful, while also made to last. He found no imperfection he and his companions could crack.
These magical works didn’t belong to the Dark Lord. They belonged to someone else Prince Ruven both hoped and dreaded to see.
Still, what had happened to Regressor Justin? The Champion Ranker was just there a moment ago, promising to capture and finally put away the Dark Lord. Then he’d vanished.
The elf prince recalled Regressor Justin engaging in combat with the Dark Lord. A great and explosive power emitted from the first arrow had blinded Ruven to the action.
The barrier surrounding him and the other Slayer Scout Masters had strained to keep them safe. The carved talisman on Prince Ruven’s belt, a safety measure gifted by Regressor Justin, had smoldered with heat that was scalding to even Ruven’s touch. A tremendous amount of aura had run through the medium to keep Ruven alive.
Now there was nothing but uneasy silence while under a black sun.
There was wrongness all around him and inside of him. He sensed it because of all the cruel and horrible training he’d undergone as a great grandson to Empress Ruvaria. He sensed the magical wards at work and knew their maker because they were like what Empress Ruvaria had shown him and her other descendants.
She was here. There was no doubt about it.
“Great Grandmother!” Ruven yelled, moving ahead of the others. “We’ve come to rescue you from the evil grasp of the Dark Lord! Please come back home! Come back to the grace of goodness! Our great ancestor, Good Goddess Purehome, will forgive you of all transgressions! It is not too late to be saved!”
The other Slayer Scout Masters nodded along with Prince Ruven’s words.
The others were lesser princes and princesses who shared some blood with him. They weren’t as high up the line as him based on purity of blood, achievements, and familial politics.
He had the privilege of being thirty-third in line to the imperial throne despite being a young elf, only a few centuries old.
However, he didn’t look at the others as lesser for not being as fortunate as him. They were all in this together. And they were elves, a perfect race. They were unlike the weak and lowly pigs, such as humans, goblins, and the other mongrel races who could adventure.
His party of five wasn’t the only ones here. There were other Slayer Scouts waiting in the water. Together, they were an army like no other.
Such a powerful collection of elves, all Master Rankers, hadn’t set foot on the Walled Continent ever since they left this accursed, orc-shite place thousands of years ago.
Yet, the Dark Lord kept forcing the world to change for the worse.
The Dark Lord kept making the Dark Era grow ever darker.
The Dark Lord was forcing the empire and kingdoms of the Promised Continent to grow desperate about their Sorceress Queen and Chosen One, their ruler.
“Please, Great Grandmother! Return to your good senses! Return home! Break free from the fell curse of the Dark Lord!” Ruven pleaded.
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Finally, Prince Ruven had a response. But it was not what he hoped to hear. Nor did it come from who he wanted to save.
“Sorry, kiddos, but your great grandmother is having too much fun fooling around on the side of freedom and being her bad self.”
The Dark Lord’s voice was darkness incarnate. It was deep, terrifying, and intimidating. There was a heaviness to that voice that was almost crushing.
Ruven couldn’t believe how much the Dark Lord had grown in power when the monster already had a doomsday magic that could annihilate the entire universe.
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Apparently, being a bane to the entire Star System wasn’t enough for the Dark Lord. He had to acquire more power while throwing the world into further chaos.
Ruven wanted nothing more than to strike the Dark Lord until the humanoid fiend was mentally lame, then place the Dark Lord in the most painful and inescapable sealed prison possible.
But even with that desire burning in his chest, Prince Ruven struggled to reconcile with the obvious range of power the Dark Lord held. Ruven and the others could feel that power expressed through the sound of the Dark Lord’s voice.
“She’s not under a curse. She chose freedom and loves it. No more ridiculous alignment brainwashing. She can be whatever sub alignment she wants to be, and she chose free evil, by the way. It makes sense. Free evil is the best sub-alignment for us magical nerds.”
“No! No, no, no! She couldn’t have chosen evil!” cried one of the lesser princesses.
“Ruven, how can this horrible fiend get away with this?” shouted one of the lesser princes.
“Yeah, Ruven, how can I get away with this? It’s not like you nearly caused an international incident, leading to Ruvaria and me having to do politics and become really chummy together,” the Dark Lord said mockingly.
Prince Ruven tried not to shirk his shoulders and lower his head from the weight of the Dark Lord’s voice and the horrible nature of his words. He saw his companions shrink into themselves as the Dark Lord’s words hammered down upon them from above.
He saw the terror and horror in the eyes of his cousins. Then he felt the flame in his chest set ablaze instead of giving into the chill of fear.
Angered, Ruven straightened and looked upward like a proper elf prince should.
He saw how the Dark Lord positioned himself in the air with the black sun behind him. To lay eyes upon such a man was hellish. It was like looking at the bottommost and darkest layer of Hidden Hell shaped into a humanoid person.
Prince Ruven tried to hold his glare and set his face to that of a fierce combatant. But his deposition crumbled some when he saw his great grandmother holding onto the Dark Lord’s arm.
It was a gut-wrenching sight. His great grandmother was the purest, most heroic, and the greatest representation of a world-bound goddess, gifted with many blessings from the Ascended Heavens.
Yet, she acted as if she was the play thing of the black monstrosity. The rosy tint on her cheeks and adoration in her remaining eye sickened Ruven to the core. The gem eye and prosthetic arm were another stomach-churning sight for Ruven and his companions.
They had never seen such lameness from a proper elf, such imperfection. No matter what injury they’d suffered, the Forever Green Empire had the best healers who could deal with such issues.
What power could hurt their great grandmother and make her permanently lame?
What power other than the Dark Lord’s?
“You fiend! You orc-shite monster! You will pay for what you’ve done!” Ruven pointed his staff at the black villain. “You’ve ruined everything! You’re the reason the Dark Era is so dark! You hold the entire universe hostage! And you’ve hurt my great grandmother and enslaved her purity with your evil freedom! We won’t stop! We won’t rest! We won’t quit until you are put down and sealed away forever!”
“Children,” Ruvaria called softly, making her great grandson and her other descendents lose some of their fire. “I’m happy. Please, just stop. Whatever fate befalls you if you continue to antagonize my lovely student will be yours to suffer. I will not shed a tear if you fuck around and find out.”
“ATTACK!” Ruven roared, spiraling his staff with gusto.
He carved runic symbols into the air. The others did the same, conjuring arrays as taught to them by their family and their work as Continental Slayer Scouts.
Ruven’s green runic array gave him the power of nature and made his staff stronger.
The others took on blue runic arrays for more defensive magic arts or they used red runic arrays for more aggressive and fiery strikes. The runes flashed brightly around them, green, blue, red, before releasing a humming energetic sound that signaled that they were fully engaged.
They also had Justin’s talismans still, which were all mythical quality. Regardless of what damage they would absorb, the talisman could recharge quickly and keep the barrier strong for another strike.
If that wasn’t enough, Ruven had cast his voice afar with magic to reach everyone waiting in reserve.
A hundred Slayer Scouts, all Master Rankers between Level 100 and 120, came running out of the water, whirling their staffs. Flashes of green, blue, red, yellow, white runic arrays shone colorfully around their bodies, the best elvish script and symbols coming to life, enhancing each Slayer Scout for a specific purpose.
The reds shot through the air like burning missiles with their staffs swirling with righteous fury.
The greens became stronger and faster and more nature-bound, like Ruven, able to call in treants and other woodsy creatures as servants.
The blues became more defensively minded and prepared to respond to any threats while at the front of the fight.
The yellows put every magical emphasis they had on striking at range with crescents, streams, or bolts of golden magic that worked well against evil creatures.
Finally, the whites prepared to heal their comrades and call down the support from the Ascended Heavens.
“Do not worry,” the Dark Lord said with a chuckle. “I won’t kill you, since you’re practically family.”
He slipped away from the Chosen One, leaving her behind as if she was an afterthought. He hovered down toward the cobblestones at the center of the square, conjuring no immediate solution to the first wave attacks raining from the skies and toward his exact location.
Golden yellow crescents, beams, bolts, lashes, and other strikes from the yellow scouts attacked in a barrage from all sides.
Ruven and everyone in the army knew the routine by heart: attack with yellow barrages first, then strike with reds, greens, and blues together, while the whites prepare to heal or call down heavenly assistance from afar.
They’d studied and practiced the tactic of the Continental Slayer Scouts for years. Rarely had any evil creature, no matter how mighty, could handle the collective might of the colorful scouts when attacking in such a way.
The Dark Lord showed Ruven something he’d never seen before.
A ghostly, dark red entity, almost like a wraith that was a crossbreed between an endowed woman and a mighty serpent, flickered into view while coiling around the Dark Lord. It didn’t stay visible for long, slinking away just as fast as it appeared, leaving Ruven feeling cold and haunted.
It was then Ruven noticed for the first time the many horrid wounds covering the Dark Lord. The evil fiend had wriggling dark red strings filling the gaps where human flesh was missing.
The strings seemed to hold him together like a patchwork mannequin. The strings also had an air to them similar to the ghostly wraith that had appeared around the Dark Lord.
Then things only grew more terrifying when the Dark Lord and another voice, feminine and ghoulish, chanted out some string of accursed magic at blurring speeds before the barrage struck.
Ruven couldn’t quite catch hold of what the black fiend and the invisible snake woman had said, nor did he see any grimoires getting summoned into existence – which red scouts and white scouts could target and eliminate out of the equation.
Instead, he saw the Dark Lord become even darker, as if his entire body were a portal into the void.