Revenge of the Sorcerer King 3 - 12

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Chapter 12

Alessa

“Girl. Calm down,” I heard Oberon say as if from the end of a tunnel.

“CALM DOWN!?” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was angrier than I had ever been in my life. I couldn’t even remember what the word calm meant. Red was starting to coat the edges of my vision as the rage started to spiral out of control.

A shockwave sent me face first into the ground as Helena slammed me bodily to the ground just as I exited the tower. “I understand your pain, but if you rush out right now, you’ll only be going to your death.”

“I… Don’t… Care!” I tried to yell as dirt got in my mouth. I struggled to get out from under her hand, but Helena was showcasing just how much of a higher level being that she was. Try as I might, I couldn’t budge her hand. This lasted for longer than I cared to admit before I managed to make the red recede and calm down as Oberon had wanted.

Helena released me and I sat up and cleaned my face off. At one point, some pebbles had been ground into my skin due to my struggling. The cuts were healing, but I was still covered in my own blood.

“They made good time. Even faster than I anticipated,” Oberon said looking off into the distance.

“They are the national party. They have the best of the best, including mounts. This is going to be difficult,” Helena said biting her thumbnail.

“What are you saying?” Oberon asked shaking his head. “This makes my life so much easier that they decided to come here rather than hole up in their city.”

“I don’t care how we do it as long as I get to kill the woman that murdered my Familia!” I growled.

“Of course. Maya will you watch the tower for me?” He asked getting a nod from the girl. “Now then.” Oberon placed a hand on Helena and I’s shoulder before teleporting us to the wall surrounding the city. I had to grind my teeth as I spotted where they beheaded my girls. A group of two dozen people stood in obvious readiness for battle, armed to the teeth. From the several glows that I spotted, more than one of their weapons was enchanted.

Oberon placed a hand on his throat before he grinned at us. “Welcome heroes!” His voice echoed out over the plains that separated us from the party. “I believe I am the undead that you are here to subdue. Sadly, I have a lot on my plate, and I have to make sure you’re worthy of an audience with me. I am a king after all. I can’t just let any rabble in without a proper vetting.”

Oberon then clapped his hands and the gate under us opened. Lines of undead started marching out with complete precision. The miasma started rising from the concentration of undead causing the grass and plants near the road to wilt and turn to ash. It was quite the sight that had I been mortal would have sent shivers down my spine. I just hoped that the same was true for the party across the divide.

Someone among the enemy raised their hand before a blast of fire the size of a house exploded out. Oberon raised his hand in response and a barrier formed in front of the targeted undead. He then adjusted his aim before a fireball easily five times the size of the national party’s mage’s launched from his hand. It looked like he deliberately missed as it scorched a section of the forest to the right of the party. The explosion along cleared a few hundred meters of land.

“Why’d you miss?” Helena asked squinting at the destruction.

“Old habits. I like to showoff.”

“No surprise there.”

They both stared at each other before they started laughing. I just shook my head wondering if they had gone mad. Or at least, madder. The enemy party took up a new formation and prepared to meet the undead in the field. I was surprised that they hadn’t decided to retreat. Happy, but surprised.

“Someone is overconfident,” Oberon said rubbing his chin.

“Most National parties don’t know what a true threat is. They deal with things their government decides is a threat. I don’t doubt these children haven’t fought anything like you before.”

“Should I just aim to be a demon lord?” Oberon asked and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “Now seems like the perfect time to do so.”

“Do you mean something different than the bedtime stories?”

“Ah. Hm. I’m not sure. In my time, a demon lord was someone aiming to become a god. It is rather straight forward but dangerous path. You had to kill, oh, seventy percent of all mortals in the world. This allows you to absorb enough soul energy to ascend as it were. Of course, the title gives demons a bad rap, but the ones to have attempt it the most were from the demon race.”

“So, about what I thought,” I mumbled with a shudder. I remember my mother telling me the stories to make me behave. I ground my teeth as I thought of her.

“Now then. Time to get to work.” He made a sweeping gesture and all the undead in the plains began to charge the enemy party. Like a wave against a cliff, the undead crashed in around them. They at least could hold their own against the weakest of the undead being thrown at them. The defenders held the line while the mages launched spells into the closer ranks of undead.

Whenever a mages tried to do a large spell to make some room, Oberon would counter it before it was finished. Glancing at his face, he seemed to be enjoying toying with the mortals. I was starting to get irritated as I wanted to join the melee and dig my claws through some human flesh.

This went on for close to ten minutes. Helena was sitting on the wall and was filing her nails. Oberon was literally playing with them. I’d seen him adjust the undead ranks to put the weakest toward them whenever they looked like they were about to break. He was raising their spirits for them.

“Can we stop this?” I asked with a sigh. “Let’s just kill them and be over with it.”

“I plan to let one escape before we are done. I need his tale to be thrilling so that people will understand that I am a force not to be reckoned with.

Oberon

I almost wanted to start humming to myself. Compared to the Avatar of a goddess, these children weren’t anything too great. For sure, they were heads above their peers, but like Helena said they were spoiled gofers. If I wasn’t playing with them, they would have lost a few of their members already.

Adjusting the ranks again, I allowed them a chance to recover. I couldn’t let them start to lose to badly then retreat. I wanted their corpses for some necromancy experiments. Considering all that, I couldn’t let this farce go on for too much longer. Each undead did cost me mana to create and they were needed for conquering the capital. They had already trimmed the fat from the army by killing close to five hundred of my undead.

I began adjusting the undead again so that it would look like the party was gaining ground toward the city. They seemed to be taking the bait when I felt an explosion from behind me. Glaring, I spun around to see an outer building in flames.

“What is going on?” I demanded with a growl.

Using a spell, I found a group of mortals that were obviously a few levels above the ones outside making their way into the city. They were slaughtering the undead with ease. My hand started to twitch as I realized the ones outside the city were a distraction. And a ridiculously obvious one if I stopped to think about it.

“Someone was overconfident, and it was me!” I shouted. Angier at myself than I was at the mortals. I aimed my hands to point at the group outside. “Rot and Decay!”

A black cloud formed above us and moved like a swarm of insects to surround the party. The undead rushed with renewed energy unlike just a moment ago. The cloud dropped over the party and screams that could be heard even from here resounded. Their healer tried to fight it, but as I was channeling mana continuously, the spell was unstoppable unless I died.

In only a few heartbeats, the screams stopped as the two dozen or so mortals stopped moving, dropping to the ground. I ordered the undead to make sure they were all dead with no mercy. I knew there wasn’t going to be anything left of their bodies after that order, but I didn’t care anymore.

“Oberon. They are getting closer. Open or narrow battlefield?”

“I’m not waiting. I’ll crush them whether they’re on an open street or in a wide plaza.” I grabbed the two girls before teleporting us in the path of the enemy. The second party had just a dozen people in it, but like I saw through my spell. They were much stronger than the ones outside.

“Ah. I knew you’d show up if we’d make a little mess.” An elf that was dressed in the markings of a scout said with an impish smile. “There’s the cutie from yesterday. I found a few of your friends.”

“Deldrach!” Alessa growled her fangs on full display.

“You were playing with them?” a woman suddenly asked from behind the elf.

“Not anymore. They are all quite dead,” I replied letting my undead aura wash off me. I usually suppressed it, but I was pissed. I was pleased to see several of the party take a step back.

“A pity. Not that they matter. We had already paid-up front and I hate to see money go to waste,” she said shaking her head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you join them.” I formed two condensed fireballs that were just slightly bigger than my palm. With a thought, they flashed across the space between us only to impact a barrier around the group. Their power still managed to crack the barrier along with causing the two buildings on either side of the street to collapse. A man in the back of the group coughed up some blood, likely due to spell feedback.

“Impressive. I worried that they lord was overreacting, but you truly have some strength to you. I guess it’s time for me to put in some work,” the woman said drawing a fine sword that was more like a needle.

The rest of the party followed her lead and got into battle stances. I looked the group over and narrowed my eyes. Flashbacks to my time as an adventurer flying through my mind. That only served to make me increasingly angrier.

“I am going to enjoy adding you to my collection.”

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