Rebirth of The Strongest Celestial - Chapter 106

The honoured extends her hand…These people had pushed for the first time in a long time. She had broken her vow in the excitement of battle. Her blood lust had gotten the better of her. She doesn’t care, ‘there is no honour in losing, their no glory in death.” The words of her master a Purple. It had only been for a moment but she had essentially cheated according to Imakandi law. The duels for those touched by magic are very clear. Use of magic is allowed and encouraged it is their birthright a strength unique to them.

She smiles at this moment. Her hand touches the neck of the Protector. Her purple energy with a hue of red. Why should she care about the honour of others, these beasts parading as gods that are ravaging all the lands do not know honour? They don’t live by the old ways. They know not the ways of war, why then should they enjoy honours protection?

They have not had to sacrifice she made to be here, suffered the scars she has. These gods are arrogant unskilled and blessed by Honour, favoured by Honour. It is not fair it was never fair, she fights for her life. These beasts fight for fun. She pulls him closer speaking in a tongue he will understand the language of Prey. “Why do you fight?”

Her magic power is not only killing him slowly it is also paralysing him from the neck down. This is her trick the dishonour that stains her victory. This is like shooting an animal from 50 meters away with a rifle and calling it a hunt and then not even eating the meat. It’s a slaughter a wasteful prideful slaughter. These beasts trust their immortality too much they have yet to learn to the otherways magic can be used. How it can adle the mind and make the bodys’ impetus tame. Her magic power had been used to stifle instinct.

Raylin says, “because I know what it is to be weak.” His voice gargles with pain and struggle, gasping for breath. Odyessy is a place to change oneself. The shame of the real world is wiped away here. Here he isn’t a boy who never stood up for himself. Here is not so poor that his nanites haven’t been updated in a century. What is the use of living four hundred years if you never raise? The world is set the weak will always be weak. Those who become strong have to sell themselves and those they love to raise. Power sits so far above him that he has never even known freedom. He enjoys legal freedom like everyone else however he is locked in a cycle of war and poverty.

This line that Raylin says is shared by many Odyssey is both hope and hell. Every player is here to change something in themselves to gain something for themselves. To show they are worthy here in this game a person can meet all their potential. Without fear of powers so old that they have won the game before you even know there is a game. It is why anyone plays Cantos Industries games. For many, they have offered a ladder to the dredges of society. Those who cannot live in a society where might is right. Where birth trumps merit. Odyssey is such an Eden no matter how the powers above interfere with every generation the poorest of the poor have risen to own mountains, moon bases and others higher still.

There The honours’ Claw squeezes slowly looking into the eyes of her enemy. Raylin can not even struggle only his eyes growing ever red. The crowd roars loud Greens beating their chests as their Champion wins the bout. Blues and yellows surround her weapons out pointing to the ground. The reds all kneeling. They celebrate making way for her to face the losers. Boa-bob is clenching his fist this defeat will make or break them. He will go next he will fight them all.

The Honoured Claw speaks using Prey her high haughty voice, “Who is next our blades are ready?” The reds on their clank their weapons. “Which of you will stand against us now?” The red clank their weapons.  “Who amongst you shall be o…”

The honoured has been touched by a figure that has been observing since the beginning she is the true master following the colours. The honoured Claw red fill with hate, with love, adoration and deep wound squeezes her heart still fresh.

No weapons clank, a female bare-breasted Imakandi appears. She is a true Purple scared high combat mage. She is the living incarnation of death her purple paints singing as magic power hums out of them. Her eyes alone force all to their knees. Player and Imakandi cannot stand against her presence. She is so strong the players believe they have triggered a secret mission or something worse. Her voice is soft a lyric on the ear, ” You dishonour us, child.”

The honoured Claw says, “you will address me by name or not at all.” The purple raises an eyelid a wave of her hand all the claws disappear. sent away by her magic she has some compassion for this honoured claw. ‘No, she isn’t anymore.”

The purple says, “I am Pasha, daughter of Sabiha, True High Mage, sentence you! My child! Halide daughter of Pasha. To the reaping having failed the trail you are consigned to earn your honour.  Do not beg there is no mercy here.” The emotion of the soft voice is registered a gleam of a tear in her eye.

As magic power coils around Halide looks a the eyes of her mother and says, “There is no honour here.”

Pasha says, “You have been dishonoured I cannot undo that. So we offer you a boon.” She hands Boa-bob a small ring [QUEST TRIGGERED]! The window appears above his head. As she fades she leaves a final warning.

Lelo rips through a lance mate. The runt of the lance was a skinny wretched thing holding a sword too big for her frame. The lances everywhere are chaff to these players fighting through them pushing forward. They are a small army reaping lives gaining experience. Tatiana exploding with skill and orders like waves from an ocean storm. Her follows smash against the beaches of lance over ruining them with power. The slaughter happening up above has turned to her forces now nested above providing fire support. They sweep through the Lance after Lance, meeting ahead low Boa-bob close to the centre of the fort.

They have been fighting hard the square is a totem, At the top, a hyena, followed by the lion, then there is the head of a vulture and at the bottom a bear. The wooden Hyena that sits on the top looks like a demon. Teeth curving out its mouth, eyes big like rubies tongue hanging out its mouth. The Lion is different where the hyena is rough and chipped. The Lion is smooth each line carved into the head took life to make. The cold stone shaped overtime in the likeness of greatness. Each whispers a pride. The Vulture is not as cold not as high or as rough it is aloof. Many players having to focus to figure what exactly it is. Then is the iron, cold-forged steel, moulded claws and sharpened teeth. The bear is steel, hard unyielding, unchanging.

The players fill into the square, a countdown begins above the head. They have to prepare themselves to defend the square according to the mission. It is a simple defence mission. Standing in the square the Sunken Reef flag appears after two minutes. Their dead are allowed to teleport in and some even revive in the square. The players come out of the totem. Thirty players stand in the centre. SIx above in the nests all across the square.

Boa-bob takes Tatiana aside handing her the ring and telling of what happened with the colours. Her eyes go wide when he tells her the warning, “The purple said that we after we kill the king and queen. Do not rest for you will kill yourselves.”

Tatiana says, “That doesn’t make sense at all, why after we win would we kill each other.” Such a thing is so also impossible ‘technically since they are all in the same guild.

Boa-bob says, ” That’s why I’m only telling you. This ring should help you too. It can strengthen magic and it has a special quest. I’m not interested in magic but you are.” He hands a ring with a lion carved on it.

The battle before them is coming. She puts the warning to the back of her head. She has to make sure that they are ready. The King and Queen should be boss level monsters which means they need to fight smart.

A red golden-maned man flanked by several beautiful women. All of them well dressed and well armoured…