Reincarnated In The World Of The Last Game I Played - Chapter 96

Anemus fell to her knees as she conceived what was happening.

It was all so fast and chaotic that she didn’t fully process that hellish scenario.

Athena- No.

The shadow-scaled dragon circled over and among the white winged army and dropped them to the ground like flaming flies.

And in a swipe of the beast’s great scaly claw, a four-winged angel fell beside Anemus.

Anemus looked at the man with long golden hair and crumpled helmet with awe and hostility.

The nymph grabbed the infants she was holding and spread her wings, flying close to the giant wolf, wounded and stunned by the chaos that was taking place.

“Fotiá!” shouted Anemus with deep confusion in her voice.. “Here, take care of them.”

“Anemus, Mommy is-…”

“I know, I saw. No, I’m seeing!”

“”How did this happen?” Mifa asked with her mouth full of sharp teeth. “”She does not-..”

“I do not know!” Anemus yelled at the wolf. “She was…”

Anemus fell silent and looked at Veron as she remembered the man. What she saw made her mind even more confused.

The four-winged angel, the archangel, had his hand on Veron’s chest and they both glowed with a wavering golden light in shades of white.

Suddenly the light intensified and the world was bathed in a shimmering golden glow.

The light was warm and comforting, making people who were touched by it feel calm and at peace.

Everyone but the dragon, that flew towards the light without anyone seeing.

When the light went out, the dragon that was once Athena was in a fierce battle against the archangel who now had eight wings on his back and a spear of pure light in his hands.

Anemus urged them, the wolf with Fotiá and the others, to all flee from there.

“Anemus, what about you?”

“Me?” Anemus looked at the battle that would not end so soon. “Athena will need me. Now, go!” She would stay and if Athena lost… (No, Athena won’t…)

Inside the dragon, Athena’s mind was mended by dense, pervasive darkness, tying her and binding her with chains as the wrath was injected into her body.

At that moment, even her soul was like that of a chaotic dragon and then when she saw the light, she attacked.

It penetrated the scales, burned the flesh and hit her soul.

A soul painted in darkness could not resist so much light that with a violent and murderous aggression it hit her, causing her to react.

“I am Doutrina!” Screamed the archangel. “And today, in Lhia’s name, I will seal Faena for eternity!”

Not giving a damn what the archangel was saying, the dragon hit him with a breath of boiling blue lightning that also hit and split the ground, creating intense tremors throughout.

Not satisfied, the dragon stomped its claws against the ground, three, four times creating waves of earth and tremors as strong as the previous ones and then another elemental breath.

This time, darkness like lost souls blasted from the giant reptile’s mouth and instantly rotted the ground as the energy touched it. Eroding stones into polluted dark sand and making the earth swallow like desert funnels.

***

For some unknown reason, even after Athena slaughtered tens of thousands of angels, their numbers didn’t decreased.

It was as if with every one killed, two emerged to replace the fallen one and now that the dragon was busy squashing another target, the winged army was free to complete its mission.

They surrounded the giant, brown and bloody wolf who had a young girl and children on it’s back, and attacked without any mercy even seeing the infants in the nymph’s arms.

Mifa withstood the blows received and spat blasts of fire, blades of wind and ice stakes to drive away the creatures worshiped as gods, or something close to it, while Fotiá struggled with her almost exhausted mana.

Even with difficulty keeping conscious, Fotiá kept a fire shield that moved around her, melting weapons and burning the angels to death, but all in vain.

The angels continued to attack and tug at Faena, ripping her dress and tearing out her hair. But Faena showed surprising strength in her slender arms and clung to Fotiá with everything she had.

Anemus watched Athena not knowing what to do and when she looked back and saw Fotiá’s situation.

As seeing it, Anemus flew casting a protective spell around the wolf and in a fierce assault, the nymph cast spells that a nymph of her element should not be able to use .

Spears of fire struck and burned angels that fell in flames from the sky, blades of wind slashed them and lightnings fell from the sky at the command of Anemus, and struck tens or hundreds of angels at the same time, while columns of ice suddenly appeared and imprisoned numberless others angels inside it.

But even that didn’t stop the angels, who with irritating persistence continued to attack the wind dome that Anemus had created.

As she fights, Anemus saw an angel grab another and, as if him were a shield, use him against the dome of sharp winds that shredded the angel’s flesh, painting the dome in red.

As showing the white of the screaming angel’s skull, they both broke through the now red wall and grabbed Faena.

Fotiá had nothing else to use, not even an drop of mana would leave her body even if she tried hard.

Well, maybe if she did, she’d still be able to use a spell one last time and then fall down lifeless. Obviously she didn’t.

She would not be so foolish as to die from something Lunnia had warned her so many times to be careful about. In this way, Fotiá was just using her physical strength, which wasn’t that great, to hold the baby in her arms.

Which turned out to be an arduous task when her body is so weak from the lack of mana.

With the jolts caused by the angels and Mifa’s footsteps, Fotiá lost her balance and slipped off Mifa’s back, who quickly returned to her original form, kicked the angels and grabbed Fotiá and Faena in midair.

“We will have to fight in the traditional way.” Mifa said and looked at Fotiá who was panting because of her fright. “Where are my clothes?”

“They are with me.” Faena said with a deformed swelling in her belly.

The girl lifted the dress and pulled out a yellow dress, a pair of short brown leather boots and a black leather strap with several daggers attached to it.

“Perfect, but I won’t need the boots.” Mifa said while picking up her belongings.

With her eyes on the angels still lying on the ground, Mifa quickly put on her dress which, as quickly as it was put on, gained red spots, and then jumped in a rush against the rising angels again and against those who, imitating the two first angels, entered the dome.

It was seven to one and the battle quickly escalated, just as it was outside.

***

Away from the depravity of battle that subjugated Mizhardians who had nothing to do with that all, the lands on the north were not so different.

Greaters and lessers demons and hordes of demonic creatures walked over the northern islands and the northernmost part of the floating continent, causing tragedy wherever they passed.

Unlike the demon lords who continued their paths to where they felt the call of darkness draw them.

The demon and demonic creatures attacked any living thing without discrimination. Were they children, old, woman, male, white, black, human or inhuman.

Anyone who lacked the strength to fight and subjugate the cruel and untempered enemy were killed in a variety of ways.

However, unlike other places, Veand did not face any difficulties.

Demons and creatures passed quietly through the cold lands of the kingdom. Which caused even more fear and anxiety in the people.

But which- Better, who caused this was someone who shouldn’t even be in this kingdom, or awake.

Theikós, a young blue dragon that woke up due to the stimulus of the presence of another dragon that suddenly appeared in the world.

Before that, she slept peacefully in the catacombs of the kings of Veand, as the first queen of the kingdom.

Now she was looking out the window with a bored look as she held an almost empty cup.

The woman in the short light blue dress turned her face, looking at the man behind the desk with her big, sharp sapphire blue eyes and sighed.

“They’re taking a long time to get through.”

“Maybe if they weren’t too scared, they would have passed by.” King Elanor said, looked up at the woman and smiled a suggestive smile.

“I do not want.” Theikós said and looked back at the snowy land through the window. “With such an intense presence coming from the south… I’m not in the mood to copulate with you.”

Elanor’s warm gaze, turned cold at Theikós rejection and the man turned back to looking at the documents on his desk, thinking that perhaps if Edrik hadn’t run away, he wouldn’t be in even more of a hurry for an heir.

“Well you won’t be able to get out of here for a while.”

“I know… Fuh…” Theikós sighed anxiously again and again.

“Why do you want to meet this dragon so badly? Maybe it’s an old lover?”

Theikós smiled at her reflection in the windowpane and found Elanor’s jealousy cute, but said nothing.

She wanted to find the dragon responsible for waking her five hundred thousand years earlier. But as soon as she woke up, the presence disappeared and now, two years later, she felt the presence of the one who woke her up again.

Theikós wanted to see him, wanted to hear him and wanted to have a child of this dragon so different that it caught her attention even while she slept a sleep of three thousand years, but…

Theikós was linked to Veand for another thousand years by a blood oath and as long as Veand was in danger, she could not leave the kingdom’s territory.

“Fuu…” Theikós sighed again, blowing her bangs as she shrugged.

***

Athena’s attacks continued unabated and Doutrina did nothing. He couldn’t do anything as he was overwhelmed by one blast after another that made him sprawl on the ground like a puppet with no strings.

The archangel was truly surprised that this continued to happen even after devouring a soul that should have doubled his powers.

This situation continued until the ground cracked, crumbled, swallowed and he was hurled downward to the other side of the mainland island.

“What is happening?” Doutrina’s bright eyes were wide for the first time in his life. “I should have the upper hand in this battle since my enemy is a dark being…”

Doutrina decapitated a wyvern that flew towards him and looked at the power that was pouring out of the hole from which he was expelled like a piece of turd.

He didn’t like that.

Even though he hadn’t been hurt in any way, he didn’t like the bitter taste that permeated the inside of his mouth.

The intimate taste of defeat.

Doutrina was one of six archangels to fight alongside Lhia against Faena and the Demon Lords, and even though he was the weakest of them, he should have had enough power to defeat a being of darkness that wasn’t a demon lord or Faena herself.

“What is this thing?”

Doutrina’s heart, which should always be calm, was agitated, beating hard and his skin tingled with the cold that crept up his spine.

“Fear? Me?” Doutrina laughed. “Impossible! An archangel can’t have fear… Can?”

If they had, none of them would know. On the very day the angels were born, Lhia was sealed by the accursed saint and taught her children nothing.

Suddenly, Doutrina was seized by a deep and sinister grief as he remembered his brothers and sisters killed during that battle, his stomach turned in his core and he wanted to vomit but, nothing came out.

That was the effect of taking a soul for himself when he didn’t have one himself. The feelings, the desires, the pain came with what he thought was just energy.

Doutrina began to tremble with every noise that came from above and seeing the oppressive power that came out of that hole.

And then everything fell silent.

There was no more power falling from the hole, just sand and no more rumbling noises echoing through the earth, just natural noises.

***

Anemus and Mifa fought hard and fiercely.

Their abilities didn’t lag behind at all against the angels, but no matter how much they killed, the angels just didn’t decreased their numbers.

In the end, Mifa lost too much blood to continue fighting and fell motionless to the ground.

Anemus ran out of mana and several angels held her to the ground.

With Anemus’ mana exhausted, the magic that had protected Fotiá, Faena, the children and Mifa, was gone.

Now, clinging to Fotiá, Faena cried and resisted as she could, while Fotiá who also clung to Faena and was beaten while she tried to protect the babies too.

“Faena is someone Mommy saved! I won’t let you take her!” Fotiá yelled in a broken, hoarse voice. “Let her go! Mom!”

The angels, even with all of Fotiá’s protests, did not move away and then, an open hand appeared in front of Fotiá’s eyes and shone a bluish white light.

“No…!” Anemus tried to scream when she saw what was about to happen to Fotiá. “Don’t do that! Athena!”

They called, but Athena’s mind was completely dark.

An endless pitch where the woman’s conscience slumbered, giving way to a dense and bloodthirsty fury.

All that was possible to hear there, were the high and accelerated beats of the her heart and in the form of an insane dragon, attacked the ground where it was not even known if there was something there.

“Athena, please!” Faena cried out, pleading in her helplessness. “You owe me this! Save me!”

Darkness…

“Mommy…”

Darkness…

“Athena!”

Darkness…

“Athena…”

Darkness…

Darkness…

Darkness…

Darkness…

Darkness…

Darkness…

Darkness…

Mommy!

Athena!

Athena…

Light.