The Ending of The Empire And Life Lord Movements

Near the heart of the Empire's capital, a colossal tent stood, surrounded by a multitude of diverse warriors anticipating an impending attack. Within the tent, leaders from various factions gathered around a table crafted from exquisite minerals and ores. The atmosphere inside was thick with saturated mana, as the continent's most formidable beings convened.

Impatience echoed through the tent as Vagran exclaimed, "When is he going to arrive? We've been waiting for an hour!"

"Calm yourself," Lyza's voice resonated, hushing the leaders as they closed their eyes in anticipation of the Lizard man Emperor's entrance.

Rustling sounds emanated from outside the camp, and Michael materialized behind Lucas. "They are coming," the Angel announced, positioning himself behind the king.

As the tent flung open, a young lizard man adorned in regal gold and precious stones emerged. However, the perplexity arose when it became apparent that the Emperor was no more than a child.

The leaders stared in disbelief—a child was their adversary's ruler. "You are in the presence of Xanathalos the Third!" the child's voice, tinged with unease, announced.

Silence engulfed the tent until Vagran furrowed his brow. "Your Majesty, where is your escort?" inquired the demon.

"I do not need them," the Emperor asserted confidently, striding toward a chair. However, the prepared chair proved too high for the child to reach.

Belketh intervened, causing the chair to shrink and accommodate the young Emperor's height. Lucas telepathically reached out to everyone in the room, excluding the young Emperor.

[It appears his counselors have already abandoned him,] conveyed Lucas.

[Indeed] echoed the Archangel of Death, the consensus shared by all.

"Your Majesty," Lucas addressed the meeting, "We are all here to negotiate a truce among us."

The young Emperor acknowledged with a nod as the meeting commenced.

"As the king of the kingdom you first attacked, I feel compelled to express something," Lucas proclaimed, flexing his mana to create an oppressive atmosphere within the tent. "The unjustly killed cry out for vengeance, and as their king, I will exact the retribution they rightfully deserve."

The young Emperor bit his lip, meeting Lucas's intense gaze.

"You are invaders," the young Emperor retorted. "You disrupt the balance established by us over centuries. Of course, we had to strike back."

Michael's mana surged as memories of Elrio's final stand against the invaders of Rosemary flooded his mind—the pain of his last moments and the anguish of his grieving wife.

"Invaders, you claim. On what grounds are we invading? This continent does not belong to you," Lucas declared, fixing his gaze on Michael.

"It rightfully belongs to us. We vanquished the last overlords, established order, and are the conquerors and rightful heirs of this world!" the young Emperor argued.

"You are merely monsters masquerading as a civilization. You resort to slavery despite your magical advancements, a shame to all civilized beings. You will be held accountable," Lucas retorted, drawing the attention of all the leaders in the tent. Despite Lucas's aggressive stance, the Emperor remained unflinching—a remarkable display of composure.

"Sign the truce, or I assure you, Heaven will pass judgment impartially," Lucas demanded.

"Dare you threaten me, inferior man!" the Emperor snarled. "Your victory in the war was mere luck. The Creators will not let our genocide go unpunished. We are the Chosen ones!"

"The Chosen ones?" Vagran burst into laughter. "You are no Chosen. You were merely bio-engineered weapons, tools manipulated by a Force of the Universe. Nothing more. You are not chosen; you are sacrifices for Life and Death."

"Continue to laugh, unholy abominations," the Emperor declared, fixing his gaze on everyone in the room. "We have already contacted the Lords, sacrificing many of our own in the process. Your retribution will come. I may not be here to witness your demise, but rest assured, I will relish it grandly."

A palpable sense of unease swept through the tent as an impending danger tinged the air.

"[Mass Teleport]," Belketh intoned, opening a scroll crafted in collaboration with Lucas. In an instant, everyone inside the tent and its surroundings was transported back to the last conquered city, now renamed Asha's Cry.

Right on cue, an enormous magical portal manifested where the Empire's capital once stood, devouring everything in its wake and giving rise to an immense forest in place of the city.

"Pinch me, I'm dreaming," exclaimed Vagran, his eyes widening as he observed a torrent of beasts emerging from the newly formed forest. An enormous stag, exuding formidable power, led the onslaught.

"Is this a remake of the War of the Ancients?" Vagran quipped, turning to Lucas.

Lucas, devoid of any humor, shot a serious glance at the demon. "Prepare your legions. We need to close this portal, and we need to do it fast."

Troops from each faction, positioned near the city before the negotiations began, were on high alert. The combined army numbered around 200,000 soldiers, a force roughly equivalent to the tide of beasts charging toward them.

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The vanguard of the force comprised demons and undead, with the undead unleashing cannon fodder in the front lines and demons recklessly charging ahead, reveling in the thrill of slaughter. The artillery from the undead launched bolts of magic, but the stag's horns gleamed, conjuring an enormous forest that sprouted from the ground. The roots absorbed the magical energy within the bolts, rendering them ineffective.

"Tank this, trash!" Vagran exclaimed, channeling his magical energy to create a shower of fireballs from the sky. Simultaneously, Lucas tapped his staff on the ground.

[Earthquake]

The ground trembled as it opened beneath the first line of the beastial army, swallowing them whole.

The stag responded by creating another forest to defend against the fire onslaught and simultaneously conjured an enormous sunflower aimed at the Alliance Army.

[Mass Celestial Armor]

[Elrath Shield]

[Anti-Magic Shield]

Lucas, Michael, and Belketh collaborated to cast spells that covered the entire army, protecting them from the beam of the sunflower. The collision was cataclysmic, causing the ground outside the shields to melt. Tholgar pounded his hammers on the ground, initiating regeneration as the army advanced.

The stag, undeterred, created two more charged sunflowers. Before they could fire, a purple shadow slashed them, revealing the appearance of Erebos.

"We are not pleased with your intrusion into our world, servant of Life," the Faceless declared, trading his daggers for a purple sword.

"You thwarted one of our plans for this universe. You will pay, heathens," the stag responded, launching beams of green magic toward Erebos, who effortlessly dodged them.

"The Mother is displeased. You will pay for that," the Faceless warned as Azkaal descended like a meteor toward the stag.

"I am Lonaria, Son of the Life Lord Priolus. I'll bring retribution to all of you," the stag proclaimed, parrying Azkaal's strike and launching the Legion of Destruction's leader back into the sky.

"Sons of pagan gods, I'll slaughter you all!" Lonaria cried out as beams rained down from the sky, as if the sun itself was striking the battlefield.

[Shalassa's Embrace]

Yue Mei's hands moved gracefully, creating a cocoon of water that enveloped the army, parrying all incoming attacks. The first lines of the two armies collided with a deafening shock, demons tearing through beasts with seemingly impossible force, limbs and guts flying everywhere. The beasts, however, proved resilient, inflicting similar damage upon the demons in a fierce and chaotic clash.

Amidst the chaos, Vagran danced with Malarion, effortlessly decimating the beasts without breaking a sweat. Michael descended upon the back lines of the beast army, orchestrating a true slaughter with the Radiant Glories at his side.

Meanwhile, Lucas, Belketh, and Nur teleported towards the portal. Spatial perturbations prevented them from getting too close.

"We need to close this portal fast. I sense a dangerous presence beyond it, and—" Lucas was cut off as a mysterious woman, composed of wood and plants, materialized. Her magical aura surpassed even Belketh's.

"Look at what we have here—two insects and someone reeking of death," her melodious voice echoed as she gracefully manipulated roots that attempted to ensnare the trio. Lucas dematerialized to dodge, while Belketh wielded his death magic to eliminate everything around him.

[Chain Lightning]

Nur conjured a potent air spell, unleashing a devastating lightning bolt. The wood woman casually flicked it away, creating an enormous tree to absorb the attack.

"What strange magic. I'll enjoy dissecting all of you later. I hope Mother has already set the table," the woman spoke with an eerie tone. Belketh slowed time around her, and Lucas harnessed his staff as a conduit for magical energy.

[Heaven's Judgment]

Radiant light erupted from Lucas, disintegrating everything nearby. This allowed Nur and Belketh to unleash their own magic.

[Death Grip] [Firestorm]

The two spells assaulted the woman's defenses, propelling her skyward like a missile. She cried out in frustration, summoning an enormous tree from the sky, its roots stretching like hands aiming to catch them.

[Death Tempest]

A necrotic tempest drained the tree's energy as Nur and Lucas reappeared above the descending woman. They directed a combined tempest of their respective magic, sending her hurtling towards Belketh's spell.

"You worms!" she muttered as her armor disintegrated. "The Lords of Life will have your heads if you kill me!"

She prepared a devastating spell, but before she could unleash it, a beam of frost magic pierced her from behind. Looking back, she saw one of the autochthones, her face filled with pure hatred.

"Karma, bitch," Nia'Tala muttered as the tree woman dissolved into motes of green light.

Lucas, eyeing the portal, pointed his hand towards it in an attempt to close the spatial tear. Despite his efforts, the power required exceeded his capabilities. Belketh and Nur joined him, their combined strength finally sealing the gateway to another realm. Lucas utilized all the power from his equipment, providing enough mana for everyone to successfully seal the dimensional breach.

"NOOOO ! " the monstrous voice of the deer was heard as he slammed the ground as he created an earthquake and impaled Azkaal with his horns.

"NOOOO!" The monstrous voice of the deer resonated as he slammed the ground, causing an earthquake and impaling Azkaal with his formidable horns. All forces redirected their firepower against the deer, whose strength surpassed everyone on the battlefield. Despite the relentless bombardment, he pressed forward, decimating the frontline with his army of beasts.

Lucas materialized above the deer, and an immense ball of light magic collided with its face, inflicting no apparent damage. Vagran appeared, wielding a flaming sword, striking the monster and leaving dents on its bark-like armor.

Michael swiftly approached the deer, descending from above, and unleashed a barrage of light swords upon it. Undeterred, the deer charged towards the army.

"Stop him!" Lyza shouted, conjuring a massive barrier alongside her teacher to halt the monster. However, roots emerged from the ground, absorbing the entire new barrier.

"You will face nature's fury!" The deer roared defiantly as he withstood an unrelenting barrage of spells. His bark armor crumbled, and his flesh was pulverized by the overwhelming magical assault. The body of the deer disintegrated as every hero unleashed increasingly devastating magic. With the portal closed, Lonaria's Legion crumbled upon itself.

However, the victory came at a great cost for the allied forces. The lines of undead and demons collapsed under the assault of thousands of beasts, overwhelming the golems and Praetorians. The losses were significant as the devastating magics of the beasts tore through lines of elven archers and dwarf mages.

Lonaria's enormous form fell onto the remnants of the plains, and the surrounding forests disintegrated into dust due to Belketh and the Necromancer's death energy.

Turning their attention to the remnants of the beast army, the remaining heroes unleashed a barrage of offensive and defensive spells to bring an end to the war.

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That'll be all for today, I didn't had time to write, you'll the ending tomorrow 🙂

See you soon :)