Tunder on the stage suddenly smiled amidst the storm, a smile filled with the confidence in his own power and skill that was unmistakable in the eyes of the core members who were watching on with different expressions.
The purple light around him surged once more, this time canceling out the shockwave that stormed the area, converging into Tunder’s now empty hands to form a purple glowing bow and arrow out of pure energy.
The moment he nocked this arrow, a gleam of light flashed from the string of the bow and spread out behind him. Raw power surged up from the bottom of Tunder’s feet, flowing throughout his body if it was transparent, visible enough for even a blind man to see.
His crackling bow and arrow reached the pinnacle of the power and in that instant, Tunder released!
The arrow left his bow at a speed that the resulting afterimage seemed real enough to trick the human eye into believing that it was flying slowly. It glowed with such brightness that the entire sky was covered by its glow, the sun overshadowed and pushed to the side.
Right when it reached the pinnacle of the atmosphere, a huge wormhole was ripped through the air, revealing the City of Light that was flying over an ocean on the other side, as if a two-way mirror had been installed in the sky.
The arrow passed through this milky film like water and appeared on the other side, gleaming with light as it brightened the entire horizon there as well, causing all existences on the City of Light to look at and stare foolishly at such beauty.
Even its target, Hera, was enraptured by the sight despite her body’s instincts screaming at the world to give her a chance of survival. Unfortunately, some things were bound to remain pipe dreams.
Just like that, the arrow pierced through the Rank 10 barrier that covered the City of Light at all times and struck Hera right in the forehead.
The core member’s body staggered backwards a few steps in silence, gazing at Tunder at the other side, almost as if she could see him. Then she smiled bitterly, accepting her defeat in her heart.
At that moment, the arrow detonated and released waves of caustic spatial energy within the City of Light. Hundreds of buildings were reduced to rubble and all Arcanists below Rank 5 Masters were almost hewn apart.
Only those who were close to Masters and Grandmasters could be hurriedly saved by the higher ups in time, their hearts shaken at the damage caused. Even when Mystra lead her army to invade them, they did not suffer such a loss.
At this moment, the Rank 7 Gods in the core of the City of Light who had been in the midst of a discussion that had lasted for the past 3,900 years suddenly stopped their debate and rose to their feet, horror and rage on their faces.
“WHO? WHO? WHO?!”
“ATROCIOUS BEHAVIOR!”
“WHY?! WHY?????!”
They all searched for the culprit with their vast spirits and mental power, and honed in on the portal in the sky that was still open, showing the personal arena space of Umbra. Seeing Tunder who was sweating profusely after emptying his bloodline reserves on the stage, staring at them without a hint of regret or shame, they becane even more furious!
?System to Player Announcement
You have caused unparalleled destruction and mayhem to the City of Light, Holy City of the Arcanists! You have gained a -1,000,000 reputation with the Arcanist faction, descending straight to ‘Irreconcilable Enemies Who Cannot Exist In This World Together’!?
“CAPTURE THAT BASTARD!”
“We’ll use his flesh to feed our Darkworms and his soul to burn as fuel for the Litefire!”
“What a mongrel! Kill that little shit!”
They all glowed with their various Arcane powers, readying Level 6 and above spells. After he had just fought an Arcanists, would Tunder just stand there and let them have their fun?
He only took about 5 deep breaths and his Bloodline Energy was back to about 40%. He immediately lifted his bloodline conjured bow and manifested an arrow that had nowhere near the power of the first one, but was more versatile.
Tunder then fired it out before generating another and firing that one again. Each arrow had 10% Bloodline Energy which may only be a tenth of the first arrow, but it was more than necessary given that Bloodline Energy was an easily renewable resource.
The arrows tore through space and appeared on the other side through the still open portal.
The Rank 7 Gods sneered and screeched with mocking laughter when they saw the arrows come at them. They disdained the thought that a mere fellow like Tunder could have the audacity to try and take them down with such pathetic little trash!
One even stretched his hand out to catch the arrow and break it, but froze when the arrow dodged him and passed right by. Not only did this arrow do so, but all those who came after. They bypassed the Rank 7 fellows and passed through the already torn barrier and landed amongst the remaining survivors who were patching themselves up.
When the survivors saw the arrows stuck in the ground that were pulsing with a gentle purple light, they were almost mesmerized.
And then… there was nothing.
The arrows detonated with caustic spatial energy on a smaller scale, turning these fellows into corpses with their parts in different random dimensions. Bringing them back to life would be a Herculean task for even Hikari, much less these fellows.
Only three arrows had landed in the city, but the damage was even technically greater than the big one from before!
Seeing this, how could the Rank 7 God Arcanists not know they had been played by this brat? What was even worse was that the core members were spectating and shaking their heads, passing comments.
“My god, that BDSM freak Eva has always said that these Rank 7 NPCs are retards of the highest order, but this is too much!” Sublime stated with a sigh.
“Now, now, Little Princess, this is 2065. We don’t make fun of ‘special’ people for being… ‘deficient’ anymore, okay?” Misery chided Sublime while patting her head, something only he and Eva could do, as anyone else would be subjected to a fate worse than death.
“Hmm, okayyy~” Sublime pouted, not seeing the big deal.
“Man, I can’t wait to reach, like, Rank 6 or 7. These guys might even be easier to deal with than monsters at Rank 1 and 2 with such computing abilities!” RamButt commented as he folded his arms.
“An idiot from birth, not much expectations, an idiot till death, not much of a revelation.” AP_Berzerker added as he shook his head.
Tunder simply smirked and continued nocking arrows as his bloodline energy recovered. He continued firing shots that bypassed the Rank 7 Gods and detonated in the City of Light, making them feel helpless.
At the same time, some who had calmly been focused on their casting were done, releasing truly powerful high level spells towards the portal in the sky.
Level 6 Spell: Lightning Storm!
Level 6 Spell: Summon Elemental Flame Lord!
Level 7 Spell: Vortex of Death!
Level 8 Spell: Tsunami!
Level 8 Spell: Cyclone!
The spells poured through into the space of Umbra’s arena, aiming for any and all core members. After all, these Rank 7 Gods didn’t care what was going on or whether they were accomplices. Since they dared to stand near Tunder, they should be slaughtered in order to establish their prestige!
The casual smiles and laughter of the core members seized as their faces became cold and filled with murderous intent.
“IMPUDENT!”
“MERE NPCS DOGS DARE?!”
“COURTING FUCKING DEATH!!!”
The Rank 7 Gods who sent attacks were so angered they wanted to scream. What do you mean by those words and why are you more arrogant than we are? We lost so many people and were attacked, so it’s fine for us to be angry, but you got mad just because we dared to seek justice?!
How overbearing could you be?!?!
“Hmph, it seems that I can finally make a move after being suppressed.” Fitter Cleric said as he walked forth and used one of his class skills.
Wish Upon a Shooting Star!
?Wish Upon A Shooting Star – Active skill
Effect: Make a wish with any parameters. Its chances of success vary depending on the details of the wish, and the closer it is to reality as well as being achievable, the more likely it will occur.
Cooldown: 1 month.?
Fitter glowed with reality-bending energy of probability and luck, raising his hands to the sky grandly as he made his wish, as if speaking to some asian dragon manifested from 7 yellow balls.
“I wish the Guild Leader and Lady Boss were able to defeat these bastard for us!”
The surrounding energy dispersed and traveled to a far off place, where Draco and Eva were seated cross-legged and sensing their bloodline as well as communing with it.
The energy wafted around them and woke them up, entering their noggins through their brains. Draco and Eva shared a strange look.
“Should I say that these fellows truly deserve the title of core members of our guild? We were gone for a few days and they’ve already caused so much trouble.” Eva commented with a look of amusement.
“As a parent, I’m so proud.” Draco remarked while wiping a tear from his eye.
“Right, so who’s handling this?” Eva asked boredly.
“Meh, lemme do it. Go back into your meditation babe, I can handle this.” Draco offered while rolling up his metaphorical sleeves.
Eva smiled and closed her eyes while Draco swiped at the air beside him using Fragarach. Using its ability to tear any form of defense, he ripped through spacetime and created a channel between his realm, the Umbra arena and the area where the City of Light was.
Seeing a portal showing the two guild leaders manifested, ever core member cheered except for sublime who trembled and hid, hoping that Eva wouldn’t see her and discover the slanderous words she used earlier.
Draco then punched out, sending a huge wave of Bloodline Energy hurtling towards the portal in the sky. The wave was so thick and huge that all the core members with bloodline fell to their knees and began vomiting in horror.
If what Tunder released was like a grenade, then what Draco released was like the attack of the Death Star. The difference in scale was so great that it caused a violent reaction for them just by witnessing it, not even being the ones to feel it.
The Rank 7 Gods on the other side were shocked when they saw that their spells that were above Level 6 were smashed apart by this incoming wave, not even fazing it in the least as it hurtled towards them with menacing intent.
“BLOCK IT!!”
“DEFEND!!”
The Rank 7 Arcanists roared and used their best methods to defend themselves and the City of Light behind them, but when the wave reached, it simply shattered all defenses and sent each one of them flying while spitting blood profusely.
The City of Light behind them was struck and sent flying into the sea below, losing its flight status and becoming severely damaged. It would take some time and a lot of resources for the Rank 7 Arcanists to fix, but thankfully, no one died anymore.
The Rank 7 Arcanists were shocked by such power, and they noticed that the portal linking them to Umbra’s space had been forcefully closed by the power of that wave. They couldn’t help but feel cold, wondering just what kind of entity that group represented.
They had wandered all over the Main Plane and the Unmapped Zones, seeing all kinds of powers and people, but this was just ridiculous!
The Rank 7 Gods couldn’t help but wonder if the fate of the Main Plane in its entirety was about to change drastically from this moment on…
