Great Tenma War.
Quite a long chapter..
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Reinhard observed the newly revived Einherjars with a sense of pride and anticipation. Their transformation had been seamless, and now it was time to explain the full extent of the blessings he had bestowed upon them. He rose from his throne, his presence commanding their full attention.
"Feldway," Reinhard began, his voice resonating through the grand hall, "you have been granted the ability of Eleonore von Wittenburg. This power allows you to generate flames that can consume anything in their path. These flames are not ordinary; they possess an intensity that can burn even the heavens themselves. No barrier, no matter how divine, can withstand your fiery wrath. Your enemies will find no refuge from your inferno."
Feldway's eyes gleamed with newfound purpose. He could feel the immense power coursing through him, a burning energy that awaited his command. The prospect of wielding such destructive force filled him with both reverence and determination.
Reinhard then turned his gaze to Zelanus. "Zelanus," he continued, "you have inherited the power of Goetz von Berlichingen. This ability grants you the capacity to destroy anything in existence. No material, no being, no construct can withstand your assault. Your strikes will never miss destruction, guided by an unfathomable precision. However, know this: nothing you face can resist you—except for me, naturally."
Zelanus felt the power surge through him, a force that seemed boundless. The thought of being able to obliterate anything before him filled him with a sense of invincibility. He knew that his role as Reinhard's enforcer was now cemented in a way that left no room for failure.
Finally, Reinhard's gaze settled on Noir. "Noir," he said, his tone carrying an edge of anticipation, "you now possess the ability of Wolfgang Schreiber. This power makes you the fastest creature on the planet. Your speed surpasses all known limits, allowing you to move faster than the eye can see, faster than thought itself. No one will be able to touch you, and your attacks will strike with blinding swiftness. In battle, you are an untouchable force, a harbinger of inevitable doom."
Noir's eyes sparkled with excitement. He could already feel the power thrumming within him, the exhilarating sensation of unmatched speed. The ability to outmaneuver any foe and deliver decisive blows before they could react filled him with a sense of boundless potential.
Reinhard watched as his Einherjars absorbed the magnitude of their new abilities. Their loyalty had been proven, and now their power had been elevated to unparalleled heights. He felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that they were now equipped to carry out his will with unwavering efficiency.
"Remember," Reinhard concluded, his voice echoing through the chamber, "these abilities are not just gifts but responsibilities. You wield the power to reshape the world, to enforce my will. Use them wisely and remain ever vigilant in your service to me."
The three Einherjars bowed deeply, their expressions filled with solemn determination. They understood the weight of their new powers and the expectations that came with them. As they rose, they were no longer just followers; they were the embodiments of Reinhard's will, ready to execute his commands with unparalleled prowess.
Reinhard leaned back on his throne, his smile growing ever more cruel as a dark idea formed in his mind. He had given his Einherjars formidable new powers and sent them back to their respective realms, but now he sought to push the boundaries of his influence even further. With a simple gesture, he dismissed Feldway, Zelanus, and Noir. They bowed deeply and vanished, returning to their assigned domains with newfound purpose.
The room fell silent as Reinhard's gaze turned inward, contemplating his next move. The air grew heavy with anticipation. He gave a message to a certain someone who was trying his hard to handle the Ultimate Skill given to him by the Creator.
While the call continued, the scene shifted abruptly to the Cardinal World, where the demon lords had returned to their territories, each preparing for the inevitable conflict with Reinhard. The war had been declared, but they did not anticipate an immediate attack. They believed they had time to strategize and strengthen their defenses.
However, the calm was shattered when a massive rift tore open the sky, an event so spectacular and awe-inspiring that it left the demon lords and their followers momentarily stunned. The rift glowed with an otherworldly light, casting long, eerie shadows across the landscape. It was a sight both beautiful and terrifying, a harbinger of the chaos to come.
The silence was broken by the deafening sound of heavenly trumpets. The blasts echoed across the world, reverberating through mountains and valleys, striking fear into the hearts of those who heard them. The skies darkened as millions upon millions of angels poured through the rift, their wings shimmering with divine radiance. They descended in an overwhelming cascade, their sheer numbers blotting out the sun.
Each angel was a paragon of celestial might, their armor gleaming and their swords glowing with righteous fury. They spread out across the Cardinal World with terrifying precision, targeting the most advanced human settlements and the domains of the demon lords. The ground trembled under their combined presence, and the air was thick with the scent of ozone and divine power.
In the midst of this awe-inspiring invasion, Reinhard's wicked voice rang out, resonating through the world with chilling clarity. "The first trial has arrived," he proclaimed. "Let this wave be the measure of your strength. Struggle, fight, and survive—if you can."
The demon lords snapped into action, their initial shock giving way to resolve. Guy, with his characteristic grin, marshaled his forces, ready to meet the celestial onslaught head-on. Milim's eyes blazed with determination as she rallied her dragons, their roars mingling with the trumpets of the angels. Ramiris flitted about, her labyrinth teeming with activity as she prepared her defenses.
Luminous, in her domain, steeled herself for the coming battle, her mind racing with strategies to protect her people. She could not afford to be distracted by her previous encounter with Reinhard; the survival of her realm depended on her focus and resolve. Dagruel, standing guard over the Gate of Heavens, summoned his formidable strength, prepared to hold the line against the invading angels.
Across the Cardinal World, the scene was the same—races of all kinds bracing themselves for the celestial assault. The sheer number of angels and the intensity of their attack were overwhelming. Buildings crumbled under the barrage, and the skies were filled with the sounds of clashing swords and desperate cries.
The demon lords and their allies fought valiantly, their powers unleashed in a desperate bid to repel the invaders. Firestorms erupted, torrents of magical energy surged, and the ground shook with the force of their combined might. Yet, despite their efforts, the angels continued to pour through the rift, an unending tide of divine warriors.
Reinhard's voice echoed again, a chilling reminder of the stakes at hand. "Fight with everything you have," he taunted. "Prove to me that you are worthy adversaries. Show me the strength that I seek to test."
The world had plunged into chaos, a titanic struggle between the forces of heaven and the denizens of the Cardinal World. The battle had just begun, and its outcome would shape the future of all existence. As the demon lords and their allies fought against the celestial onslaught, the true test of their strength, resolve, and unity had begun.
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In the midst of the chaos, Milim's laughter rang out across the battlefield, a sound of pure, unadulterated glee. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she unleashed her devastating power upon the angelic horde. Each spell she cast was a masterpiece of destruction, ripping through the ranks of the celestial invaders with terrifying efficiency. With a single gesture, she conjured a massive firestorm that incinerated tens of thousands of angels, their divine forms reduced to ash in an instant.
"Is this all you've got?" Milim taunted, her voice carrying over the din of battle. Her laughter was infectious, and her joy in the fight was palpable. She reveled in the sheer power she wielded, her magic crackling around her like a living thing. The angels, however, were undeterred. They moved with mechanical precision, their faces devoid of emotion, their actions driven solely by their divine programming.
Milim's fists moved with blinding speed, each punch sending shockwaves through the air that obliterated any angel in its path. She darted through the battlefield, a blur of destructive energy, her movements fluid and graceful despite the carnage she wrought. Her magic flared around her, a kaleidoscope of destructive spells that tore through the angelic ranks without mercy.
"More! Give me more!" she cried, her eyes blazing with excitement. She conjured a massive sphere of raw magical energy, hurling it into the densest concentration of angels. The explosion that followed was cataclysmic, a blinding flash of light followed by a shockwave that leveled everything in its vicinity. The ground trembled beneath the force of the blast, and the angels caught in its wake were utterly annihilated.
Despite the overwhelming power she displayed, the angels continued their relentless advance. They were mass-produced puppets, devoid of fear or hesitation, their only purpose to destroy. They could not comprehend the magnitude of the being they faced, the next heir to the throne of Heaven. But Milim didn't care. To her, this was just another battle, another chance to unleash her full power and enjoy the thrill of combat.
Her laughter echoed through the battlefield as she leapt into the air, a corona of magical energy surrounding her. With a roar, she unleashed a torrent of destruction, a rain of fiery meteors that rained down upon the angels. The ground shook with the force of the impacts, and the air was filled with the screams of disintegrating angels.
Just as she was about to summon another devastating spell, a shift in the air caught her attention. A presence, powerful and menacing, approached from above. Milim's laughter ceased, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the new arrival. An angel, far more formidable than the others, descended from the heavens. His wings were vast and radiant, his armor gleaming with a divine light. This was no ordinary angel. This was a Seraphim, one of the highest ranks within the celestial hierarchy.
Milim's expression shifted from amusement to serious determination. She could sense the strength emanating from the Seraphim, a strength that, while not equal to her own, was formidable enough to be a potential threat. The angel's eyes, unlike those of his lesser counterparts, were filled with purpose and a glimmer of intelligence.
"So, they finally sent someone worth my time," Milim muttered, her voice low and dangerous. She landed lightly on the ground, her aura flaring around her as she prepared for the new challenge. The Seraphim hovered above her, his gaze cold and unyielding.
"Milim Nava," the angel intoned, his voice resonant and commanding. "You have caused enough destruction. I am here to put an end to your rampage."
Milim smirked, her fists clenching with anticipation. "I'd like to see you try," she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. She launched herself at the angel, her speed a blur as she closed the distance in an instant. The clash between them was titanic, the shockwave from their collision rippling across the battlefield.
The battle between Milim and the Seraphim was fierce and relentless. She struck with unmatched ferocity, her blows shattering the air and sending the angel reeling. But the Seraphim was no mere puppet; he countered with divine precision, his sword flashing with holy light as he parried her attacks and struck back with his own.
Milim laughed, exhilarated by the challenge. "Finally, someone who can put up a fight!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with battle lust. She unleashed a barrage of magical attacks, each one more powerful than the last, but the Seraphim dodged and deflected them with remarkable skill.
The battlefield around them became a maelstrom of destruction, the ground torn apart by their fierce combat. Milim's raw power was matched by the angel's divine precision, each of them pushing the other to their limits. The other angels continued their assault on the Cardinal World, but the focus of the battle had shifted to the titanic struggle between Milim and the Seraphim.
Despite the intensity of the fight, Milim knew she had the upper hand. She could feel the angel's strength waning, his movements growing slower and less precise. With a triumphant roar, she delivered a final, devastating blow that sent the Seraphim crashing to the ground, his divine light flickering and fading.
Breathing heavily but victorious, Milim stood over her fallen opponent, her eyes blazing with triumph. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice echoing across the battlefield. The angels paused in their assault, their leader defeated, but the war was far from over. The first trial had begun, and the world braced itself for the coming storm.
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In Dagruel's domain, the chaos of battle raged like a tempest. The giant, a towering behemoth of muscle and might, moved through the throngs of angels like a force of nature. Each swing of his colossal fists sent dozens of celestial beings crashing to the ground, their divine forms shattered by the sheer force of his blows. Beside him, his brother Glassord mirrored his movements, the two of them a devastating pair as they carved a path of destruction through the angelic ranks.
The giants fought with a brutal efficiency that spoke of centuries of warfare. Their bodies defied logics, moving with a speed and agility that belied their immense size. Dagruel's every step left craters in the ground, his punches creating shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield, sending angels flying in all directions. The sky above was a chaotic swirl of wings and light, the angels attempting to regroup and strike back, but their efforts were in vain.
"These angels are nothing but fodder!" Dagruel roared, his voice a deep, resonant boom that carried over the sounds of battle. He grabbed a pair of angels by their wings, slamming them together with enough force to create a sonic boom. The shockwave flattened a swath of angels around him, their bodies crumpling like paper.
Glassord, not to be outdone, unleashed a devastating flurry of blows, his sword moving so fast they were nearly invisible. Each swing connected with the force of a meteor, sending angels hurtling into the sky before they exploded into showers of light. "We will make quick work of these pests," he growled, his eyes glowing with fierce determination.
The giants were a whirlwind of destruction, their movements a symphony of chaos. Angels attempted to regroup, their divine weapons flashing in the light as they struck at the giants, but their efforts were futile. Dagruel and Glassord moved through their ranks with merciless precision, their bodies immune to the angels' attacks.
After what felt like an eternity of relentless slaughter, Dagruel sensed a shift in the air. He paused, his massive frame stilling as he scanned the battlefield. A presence, powerful and arrogant, was approaching. The air crackled with divine energy as the Seraphim made his entrance, descending from the sky with an aura of blinding light.
The Seraphim, resplendent in his celestial armor, landed gracefully before Dagruel. His eyes, filled with disdain, swept over the giant and his fallen kin. "Dagruel, the new King of Giants," the Seraphim sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You and your kind are nothing more than insects beneath my feet. Today, you will learn your place."
Dagruel's eyes narrowed, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. The arrogance of the Seraphim was palpable, his words grating on Dagruel's nerves. "You dare to call us insects?" he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You will regret those words."
The Seraphim laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Regret? The only regret here is that you ever thought to stand against the might of Heaven. Prepare to be annihilated."
Dagruel didn't waste time with further words. He launched himself at the Seraphim, his massive fist arcing through the air with incredible speed. The Seraphim barely had time to react, his eyes widening in surprise as Dagruel's punch connected with his chest. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave of raw power that obliterated everything in its path.
The Seraphim's divine armor shattered under the force of Dagruel's blow, his body crumpling like a ragdoll. The arrogant angel barely had time to register his defeat before his form disintegrated into nothingness, the sheer force of Dagruel's attack reducing him to dust.
The battlefield fell silent, the remaining angels staring in shock at the sudden and brutal demise of their leader. Dagruel stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Let that be a lesson to any who dare underestimate the giants," he declared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
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In the heart of Luminous's domain, chaos reigned supreme. The pristine cityscape of Night Rose, usually a beacon of elegance and order, was under siege. Angels descended from the heavens in droves, their numbers overwhelming and seemingly endless. The vampires, despite their centuries of experience and prowess, found themselves struggling against the relentless tide. Only the high nobility among them could stand their ground, but even they were beginning to falter.
Luminous herself was on the frontlines, her powers blazing as she fought to protect her home. She moved with lethal grace, her attacks precise and devastating. Yet, for every angel she vanquished, it seemed as though ten more took its place. Her frustration grew with each passing moment, her elegant features twisted into a mask of fury. "These damned flies!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare they invade my domain!"
Her energy reserves were dwindling, and the strain of maintaining her defensive spells was beginning to show. The angels were relentless, their divine forms glowing with an almost blinding intensity as they pressed their attack. The sky above was filled with their radiant wings, a swirling maelstrom of light that threatened to engulf the city.
Despite her best efforts, Luminous could see that the situation was dire. The angels were beginning to breach the outer defenses of Night Rose, their relentless assault pushing her forces to the brink. She cursed under her breath, her mind racing as she tried to formulate a plan to turn the tide. "I will not let these wretched beings take my home," she vowed, her voice a fierce whisper. "I will destroy them all, even if it costs me everything."
As the angels pressed forward, Luminous felt a pang of despair. She had always prided herself on her strength, her ability to protect her domain. But now, faced with this overwhelming force, she felt a flicker of doubt. Was this the end for Night Rose? Would her beloved city fall to these celestial invaders?
Just when all seemed lost, a shadow fell over the battlefield. Luminous looked up, her eyes widening in shock as a massive form appeared in the sky. A giant black dragon, its scales gleaming like obsidian, hovered above the city. The dragon's eyes glowed with a fierce intelligence, and a deep, booming laugh echoed across the battlefield. "Who dares to cause such a ruckus in the Cardinal World?" the dragon roared, its voice filled with a mixture of amusement and menace.
The angels paused in their assault, their attention drawn to the newcomer. Luminous's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the dragon. "Veldora," she breathed, her shock quickly giving way to a mixture of relief and irritation. "What is that lizard doing here?"
Veldora, the Storm Dragon, surveyed the scene below with a wide grin. "Ah, what a glorious battlefield!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I couldn't resist joining the fun." He descended with a mighty flap of his wings, landing with a ground-shaking thud. His presence alone seemed to cast a shadow over the angels, their luminous forms dimming in comparison to his overwhelming aura.
Without further ado, Veldora unleashed his power. His breath attack, a devastating stream of pure energy, cut through the angelic ranks like a hot knife through butter. Angels disintegrated on contact, their divine forms reduced to mere dust in an instant. Veldora's laughter rang out, a booming sound that echoed across the battlefield. "Is this all you have?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I expected more of a challenge!"
The angels, undeterred, attempted to regroup and press their attack. But Veldora was relentless. His massive claws and tail swept through their ranks with brutal efficiency, each swipe sending dozens of angels crashing to the ground. He moved with a speed and precision that belied his massive size, his attacks devastating and unstoppable.
Luminous watched in a mixture of awe and irritation as Veldora decimated the angelic forces. Her relief was palpable, but she couldn't help but scowl at the dragon's antics. "You overgrown lizard!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din of battle. "If you insist on helping, at least try not to destroy my city in the process!"
Veldora laughed again, a deep, rumbling sound that shook the very air. "No promises, Bat!" he called back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But I'll do my best." With that, he continued his rampage, his enormous form a whirlwind of destruction as he tore through the angelic ranks.
The battle raged on, but with Veldora's intervention, the tide began to turn. The angels, despite their numbers, found themselves outmatched by the combined might of Luminous and the Storm Dragon. Luminous took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes flickering with a mixture of relief and determination. "We might just make it through this," she muttered to herself, her hands clenching into fists. "But this is far from over. Reinhard, that beautiful bastard is infuriating!."
As the angels fell by the dozens, the battlefield began to clear. Veldora's powerful attacks continued to decimate the remaining forces, and Luminous's vampires, emboldened by the dragon's presence, rallied and pushed back against the invaders. The sky, once filled with the blinding light of angelic wings, began to clear as the last of the celestial beings were driven back.
For now, Night Rose was safe. But Luminous knew this was only the beginning. The war had just begun, and the next challenge was already on the horizon.
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Across the Cardinal World, a scene of utter devastation unfolded. Cities that had stood for centuries, their walls proud and unyielding, now lay in ruins. The once bustling streets were silent, save for the sounds of battle and the cries of the dying. The angels, with their unrelenting assault, moved like a plague upon the land, their divine light casting long shadows over the doomed settlements.
In the kingdom of Blumund, the knights fought valiantly to defend their home. Clad in shining armor and armed with the finest weapons, they formed a defensive line at the city gates. "For Blumund!" their captain shouted, his voice strong and resolute. The knights echoed his cry, their hearts filled with determination. They clashed with the angels, their swords meeting divine blades in a shower of sparks. But the angels were relentless. For every angel that fell, a dozen more took its place. The knights, despite their bravery, were no match for the celestial onslaught. One by one, they were cut down, their blood staining the cobblestones. The captain, fighting with the last of his strength, looked around at his fallen comrades and let out a final, defiant roar before he too was struck down.
In the dense forests of the Lycanthrope kingdom, the howls of the wolf-men filled the air. They fought with a ferocity born of desperation, their claws and teeth tearing into the angelic invaders. "Protect the pack!" their leader, a towering figure with fur as black as night, commanded. The lycanthropes obeyed, their bodies moving with a speed and agility that few could match. But the angels were like an unstoppable tide. Their weapons, forged in the heavens, cut through fur and flesh with ease. The lycanthropes, despite their best efforts, were overwhelmed. The leader, surrounded by the bodies of his fallen kin, let out a mournful howl before he was struck down, his eyes filled with sorrow and defiance.
Beneath the ocean waves, the aquatic races were not spared. The merfolk and sea-dwellers, who had lived in peace for millennia, found themselves under siege. The angels, their wings adapted for underwater combat, descended upon the underwater cities with unrelenting force. The merfolk, armed with tridents and magic, fought back bravely. Their queen, a regal figure with a crown of coral, stood at the forefront, casting powerful spells to fend off the invaders. "We will not be driven from our home!" she declared, her voice carrying through the water. But the angels were relentless. Their weapons glowed with a divine light, cutting through the water like hot knives through butter. The merfolk, despite their best efforts, were no match for the heavenly assault. The queen, her crown shattered and her magic spent, fell to her knees as the angels closed in, her final thoughts a prayer for her people.
The scene across the Cardinal World was apocalyptic. Settlements, once thriving with life, were reduced to smoldering ruins. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. The angels moved with a cold, mechanical efficiency, their expressions devoid of emotion. It was as if they were carrying out a divine mandate, a purge to cleanse the world of its inhabitants. The sky, once clear and blue, was now filled with the glow of angelic wings. The ground trembled under the weight of their numbers, and the sound of their march echoed like thunder.
In the once peaceful plains of Verdant, where farmers had tilled the soil for generations, the angels descended with a fury. The villagers, armed with nothing more than pitchforks and scythes, tried to defend their homes. "We must protect our families!" an elder shouted, rallying the people. They fought with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose, but it was futile. The angels, their divine light blinding and their strength overwhelming, cut through the villagers with ease. The fields, once lush and green, were soaked with blood, the crops trampled underfoot. The elder, the last to fall, looked up at the sky with tear-filled eyes before the light took him.
In the mountains of Dwargon, the dwarves made their stand. Known for their craftsmanship and strength, they forged weapons of incredible power and built defenses that were thought to be impregnable. But even they were not immune to the angelic assault. The angels, their weapons burning with celestial fire, breached the mountain stronghold with terrifying ease. The dwarves, led by their king, fought back with all their might. "For the mountain! For Dwargon!" the king roared, swinging his mighty hammer. The dwarves fought bravely, their axes and hammers meeting the angels' swords in a shower of sparks. But the angels were too many. The dwarves, despite their strength and courage, were slowly pushed back. The king, his armor battered and bloodied, stood as the last line of defense. With a final, defiant swing, he struck down an angel before being overwhelmed, his hammer falling from his grasp as he was consumed by the light.
Even in the remote deserts, the nomadic tribes were not spared. The angels descended upon the desert camps, their light cutting through the night like a blade. The tribesmen, skilled in survival and guerrilla warfare, fought back with everything they had. "Defend our home!" their chieftain cried, his voice a rallying call. The tribesmen, with their curved swords and swift camels, struck at the angels with precision and speed. But the angels, with their divine resilience, were unstoppable. The desert sands ran red with blood as the tribesmen fell one by one. The chieftain, surrounded by the bodies of his people, fought to his last breath, his spirit unbroken even as he was cut down.
The Cardinal World was plunged into chaos, the landscape scarred by the heavenly assault. It was as if a divine hand had reached down to erase all traces of life. The once vibrant and diverse world now lay in ruins, its inhabitants fighting a losing battle against the celestial invaders. The angels moved with purpose, their actions methodical and unyielding. The world, caught in the grip of their wrath, trembled under the weight of their judgment.
Reinhard's wicked voice echoed across the lands, a chilling reminder of the trial that had begun. "The first trial has arrived," he declared, his tone filled with a cruel amusement. "Stop this wave if you can." His words hung in the air like a death sentence, a reminder of the dark times that had befallen the Cardinal World. The apocalypse had begun, and the survivors could only brace themselves for the trials to come.
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