The Achievement Junkie - 608 Jack's Interference

“Lyrun was slain! KILL MORANTI NOW!”

As Halmut ended the connection, Torian immediately turned around and rushed back to the other battlefields. Halmut’s roar was enough to bring him back to his senses, let alone the mention of Lyrun’s death. Such a thing could cause their entire side to lose in a matter of minutes. Without Lyrun’s support and with Moranti feeling less pressured, there was no telling what would happen.

The Thundering God then realized what Jack’s plan was. To stall and separate Torian from the others.

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There was no time for anyone to think carefully.

The legendary gods able to see Lyrun’s demise were in shock. Seeing their ally with the strongest magical defenses die so brutally… They felt like a timer began to tick, counting down their demise at Moranti’s hands. Grixor remained hopeful but only in preserving his life. With Moranti gaining boosts from Dragas, he knew that defeating Moranti alone was an impossibility.

At the same time, the legendary gods were glad to see Kori killed and witness Tralbok’s killing descent toward the Draconic Centipede below.

The leisure gods were also shaken. They didn’t expect to see Lyrun die like that, which gave them hope of victory, but they also didn’t expect to see Kori silently undergo an even more brutal death.

While Moranti stored the corpse of his now fallen friend, Tralbok allowed the body of his dead foe to plummet to the ground. The God of Time quickly passed the corpse and gathered wind energy en route to kill Dragov.

But a sudden flash of purple light caused Tralbok to hesitate. As the purple light appeared, the God of Time immediately put up a defense and retrieved an amulet in his free hand. Tralbok clutched the item tightly, ready to activate it at any moment.

Yet Tralbok’s eyes seemed to deceive him, as did everyone else’s eyes.

From that flash of purple energy, Jack appeared and spat a spectral flare directly into Tralbok’s face. A mental order was shouted into the minds of all the leisure gods. ‘Tralbok is mine! Bowzer, Kori will be fine!’

The Hell-flame Fox howled and snarled, struggling to keep himself from charging against Tralbok or rushing after his father’s corpse. Hearing the roar of another Quake Dragon, Bowzer turned to notice that Karronteel strategically let one slip past him, forcing Bowzer to fight as planned.

Tralbok instantly used time magic to evade the attack. Sidestepping Jack, Tralbok chuckled and threw his prepared wind blade without mercy.

But Jack suddenly appeared in front of Tralbok again, surprising the God of Time. “Too easy…” Jack snarled and used a spectral flare to consume the wind blade and for Tralbok back.

“Who says I still can’t!”

Jack was the one who clearly shouted but the Jack standing before Tralbok wasn’t the one to respond. A second image of Jack appeared below, along with a third image of the hero. The third was coming from the battlefield on the ground and holding a severed tail and arm. The second carefully held Kori’s head and the rest of the Fox God’s body.

“NO!”

Torian’s sudden roar alarmed every from the Leisure Guild and brought relief to the legendary gods, showing everyone that Torian was back and preparing an attack. But the moment Torian came into view, the Thundering God was caught off guard by the abrupt sensation of a cold blade stabbing into his scales.

Looking back, Torian spotted a copy of Jack, the one which he had been chasing. After noticing that Jack had duped him, the Thundering God gave up all attention on the Jack that was following him as it was obviously a weak fake. But that weak fake managed to stab some sort of ornate, black dagger into Torian before he was rendered nonexistent.

That lapse of focus gave Jack the time he needed. Once the second and third copies of him met halfway in the air, bringing together each of Kori’s limbs and severed body parts, a subtle and warm light enveloped the dead body.

Before everyone’s eyes, Jack cast Revivification for the first time and Kori’s next breath entered his lungs. Those two copies of Jack forced the fox to guzzle one of Jack’s personal health potions the moment his body was reconnected and breathing. The ancient potion was more potent than anything that Modern Kartonia could produce, potent enough to fully heal a lv. 85 in one go. Or enough to heal a revived lv. 89 fox to nearly full health.

“You can revive as well?!” Tralbok shouted, furious to see his efforts instantly wasted.

“Revivification, a spell commonly used by any ancient hero that’s undergone at least one class change,” Jack stated in a matter of fact way. “From a guy that experienced all the classes, what else can you expect?”

Before Tralbok had a chance to reply, more images of Jack appeared and surrounded the God of Time. “I can make body doubles, ninja clones, mirrored illusions, and more! Guess what these are!”

Tralbok emitted a small cyclone, shredding the false Jack’s to pieces.

“You can’t tell the difference, right?” Jack laughed. “You may have been a god for thousands of years, but my experience surpasses even yours, maybe Halmut’s!”

“You–”

The moment Tralbok felt something touch his head, he used time magic to remove himself and reappear a couple of meters away.

“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you!”

“Why you–”

Again, something touched Tralbok’s head, as well as his torso. The God of Time wanted to give nothing though and used time magic to avoid the possible spells or attacks incoming.

“If you’re gonna stay quiet, then maybe I’ll teach you a lesson!” Jack laughed but his focus was sharper than ever. The hero easily recognized the item in Tralbok’s hand, which kept Jack focused but also hyped him up for what may come. “After I’m done learning you, then I’ll make sure and teach that runt Halmut a few things!”