Cinderclaw was satisfied with the current situation.
Even though his troops were losing heavily against the soldiers carrying various colours of gems as their weapons of choice, he now knew that he could revive them so long he had the Skull of Eternal Unrest and the rest of the artefacts that he had ‘inherited’ from the North and South Scholars.
But as he revels in his joy of doing his very first ‘resurrection’, it seemed as if the humans had already known the potency of the artefact that he was holding even if they did not know anything about the strength of his innate talents. Still, he was rather taken aback by the display of spells from Baal where every word he uttered was a total destruction of Prideblood.
It made Cinderclaw think that the humans have some knowledge of the Skull of Eternal Unrest or it was a mere coincidence that they would kill Prideblood before his regeneration was fully complete. This was because the Skull of Eternal Unrest could not be dispelled until the target had fully healed. Not the slightest detail could be missed out and one could say that it was the perfect resurrection item.
The only problem was that when used in battle, the enemies would not stop and wait for their target to be fully resurrected just like in this scenario. Thus, unless the Skull of Eternal Unrest had used up all the user’s mana or in this case, lifestream energy, Prideblood would be stuck in the loop of being killed over and over again by Baal’s varied repertoire of magic spells.
To top it off, Moloch was off the battlefield, feeding Baal magic spells incantations in demon tongue via the System Channel, allowing the previous King of Demopolis to practice magic he had not done for the longest time ever. (Peppers was also recording all the spells on the sidelines despite showing no interest in the current situation.)
This also meant that Prideblood was inadvertently feeling the brunt of every single spell and suffered the start and end of life. It felt like an unending circle of suffering with each regeneration and there was no chance for him to take action since the artefact did not allow him to move from the spot other than his mouth.
And even if he could spew out a spell incantation fast enough, it had been proven repeatedly that his magic was no match against the humans and monsters. His counter spell and absorption spell had zero effect on Baal’s improved spellcasting (courtesy of Moloch) which forced him into an endless loop while keeping Baal amused in this current war.
Prideblood’s only hope was that the artefact is destroyed because of durability issues or from the collateral damage by the clash between that Panda Masked Warrior and his current master which he had recently sworn fealty to. This was mainly due to the fact that the Lifestream energies would not be ceased since Cinderclaw was using another artefact to pull the lifestream energies from his dead comrades. In short, he was akin to a necromancer class with all the artefacts he was holding onto while having the strength of a warrior.
However, that pride of being the strongest warrior flew away the moment Jin had joined blades with him. The Dungeon Supplier was not giving any chance now that he knew he was holding artefacts which Gold, the Eastern Scholar had warned him of. While he did not remember all the strengths and uses of the artefacts that Gold had told about, he was aware of the fact that the Northern and Southern Scholars were holding artefacts that could topple this entire war if Cinderclaw learns of their use.
Not to mention, the threat of the Lifestream Energy Bomb was still lingering in his mind.
Jin was not worried about the death of his comrades or the annihilation of his customers in this current raid. He was more concerned about the aftermath of the attack, rendering the fertile lands of this potential investment to be useless. After all, if he wished to retain a foothold as a world renowned dungeon supplier and ultimately number one dungeon supplier, he had to have the scale of production to back it up.
If Pandapolis was his manufacturing city, the Farming World, specifically the Northern Region would be the city of bountiful resources that provide the raw materials for his manufacturing city to work on. In the meantime, Demopolis was currently acting as a military city where demons and soldiers were trained to use modern weaponry while the city acted as a storage facility for all the items he accumulated for a great war if deemed necessary.
So, to make sure that his prospective city was well and alive, he was giving his all to make sure the general was killed before any major harm was done to the land. The knockback Cinderclaw received was something he had felt before and understood that this particular Masked Warrior was of a high level that could not be taken lightly.
He instantly tapped into his artefacts and the dead Demon Rats around the vicinity started to ‘wake’ up. Even those who had turned into a particular resource were slowly gaining back their Demon Rat forms.
“Tsk, I have no time to handle small fries. If you think you are a skilled necromancer, think again, you insolent rat.” Jin said as he wielded his sword upwards and used it to draw a magic circle above him. Soon, a magic portal emerged and a squad of well armed Orcs were seen jumping down from it.
“About time.” Nubwort, the Black Disaster said as he banged his spear on the ground and it reverberated loudly. The other Orcs roared in unison, causing a warcry effect to spread around not just among the Orcs but also empowering Jin as well.
“I save the last for the best. Beat the shit out of them. Show them my version of necromancy to this second rate one.” Jin ordered and Nubwort grinned with delight.
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