Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1246: Summoning...Interrupted

"Of course, my lord," Alfonzo agreed in an servile tone. "I will send out a signal and order the others to—"

[There's no need to do something like that, allow me to summon the relevant ones,] a voice like poisonous honey suddenly echoed throughout the underground throne room.

"Who was that?!"

"Well...this just got significantly more interesting."

The sudden voice appearing out of nowhere made everyone present go on their guards and begin branding their weapons in every direction as if they were protective talismans. However, this turned out to be a pointless gesture.

"Where did that voice come from?"

"It was if it was from nowhere and everywhere all at once."

"Whatever it was, it made my skin—what the fuck?!"

Before the eyes of the Silver Jungle Dragon Shipping Company warriors and Duke Diamoro, the young man seated at the strange throne in the center of the room, suddenly began to quiver and shake like a puppet that had just been given new strings.

This display went on for awhile until the young man finally stopped twitching and sat himself upright.

An unnatural aura filled the room soon after this unsettling display of movement, and the aforementioned young man opened his eyes.

It is often said that the eyes were the window to the soul, and at this moment, everyone could see that this man's soul was either missing or being actively suppressed.

This unsettling sight caused most of the warriors present to become understandably unnerved.

They may have been powerful Aether Masters and Grandmasters in their own right and have explored wandering ruins in the past, but the dangers they faced were more or less "typical".

Dangerous aether beasts, ancients traps, the occasional puzzle that determined whether or not someone was worthy of acquiring the legacy of a place.

This time around though, this was the first time any of them had faced whatever this was.

Well, except for Duke Diamoro that is.

"Honored predecessor," the Duke suddenly said with reverence in his voice as he cupped his hands and bowed before the possessed young man. "My name is Diamoro. May I ask for yours?"

[No need for such formalities yet,] the young man said in a double voice that sounded like the one that previously echoed throughout the room. [I am not even fully present yet.]

"Oh?"

[But your sacrifices have done wonders to strengthen my presence so far, so allow me to, as they say, get you over the finish line.]

With unnaturally shaky hands, the young man began to channel a strange feeling aether into the mirrors one by one, starting with the white colored one.

[First the West...]

________At the Mirror Beast Nest__________

After thoroughly defeating the Mirror Beast alpha, the Golden Gorilla Union didn't see much of a need to explore the place further. However, had they done so, they would've realized that there was one particular statue that appeared to be made of a material other than glass.

If they had someone with a craftsman's eye with the them, they'd realize that this statue was made of a strange type of clear jade, and that inside of it was a crystal serpent pendent that just radiated with power.

But alas, they would never have the chance to get their hands on this treasure even if they backtracked to retrieve it.

Because, manifesting before this statue was a spectral hand adorned in all manner of trinkets and tattoos that floated there like a hummingbird before a flower.

Once the hand had manifested enough of its being though, it plunged directly into the statue and removed the pendent from the statue's depth before disappearing.

After this had occurred, the statue seemed to lose all of its luster and innate power.

________Back to the throne room__________

Moments later, a white jade serpent pendent fell out of the mirror and landed perfectly in the indent in front of it, causing a hidden mechanism to react and the white mirror to suddenly sink into the ground.

After it had fully disappeared, a new surge of energy filled the room once more.

[Now for the East,] the young man declared while directing his attention to the blue mirror.

_______In the Hall of Glass Warriors________

[To the victors, go the spoils,] the giant blue skeleton rumbled as Lythero, Antonio and Olstenna gathered together after their victory.

This should've been a moment of celebration for the trio, due to having survived such a gauntlet, but there was great feeling of unease that hung over their heads that they just couldn't shake.

Even when they were given their reward.

[Aside from your lives, your performance in this battle was admirable enough for me to bestow upon you these prizes of war,] the giant blue skeleton rumbled before it started circulating energy throughout it's massive form.

For a brief moment, the trio of warriors saw that the blue skeletal giant was briefly covered in flesh and blood before it had expelled four glowing balls of energy from its insides.

Three of these energy balls floated down and placed themselves in front of the three warriors, while the fourth floated above the rest.

Funnily enough, they resembled the burning balls of fire that had served as their countdown timer.

[For the Aetherii, I present you the Azure Flame of War. I trust you know what to do with this?] The Blue Mirror of War asked.

As this question left his non-existent lips, the ball of flame took on a darker shade of blue and radiated a strange energy.

"Oh, I do," Olstenna said with a smile as he absorbed the flame into his being, feeling stronger than before.

Next, the fireball in front of Antonio changed into a jaguar-shaped hood. From what he could he feel, it was a Silver Grade Aether Treasure...but that there was something more to it as well.

[In times past, low ranked soldiers could earn their way to the upper tiers of society through merits of war. This jaguar skin, is a symbol of that progression. Child from nothing, child of in-between, may you become a warrior of renown.]

"Well that's symbolic and...wait a minute, what did you just say?"

As for the third ball of fire, it transformed into a pair of boots for Lythero.

"Huh?"

[You are someone who wishes to walk in the footsteps of your predecessors, honor them. But eventually, you will have to walk your own path. May these boots help serve as your guide for your own way of the sword.]

"That's...huh."

As the trio admired their prizes, and took in the meaning behind them, the final fireball transformed into an obsidian knife that almost fell to the ground before being grabbed by Olstenna.

[This last gift is the true prize of this hall, but you won't find out it's use just yet,] Blue Mirror of War cryptically explained. [Well, you're about to find out in a few moments.]

"Huh?"

Zwip!

"Oh shit!"

Before the group could figure out the meaning behind Blue Mirror's words, a literal portal opened up beneath their feet.

[Good luck, and may Smoking Mirror fail to take your souls.]

____Back to the throne, one last time_______

From the blue mirror, Lythero, Antonio and Olstenna had fallen out of it as if they fell through a door.

At the same time, a strange obsidian knife came flying out of the mirror before falling perfectly into the indent before it.

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As the blue mirror sank into the ground like the white mirror, the aforementioned trio of warriors were trying to get their bearings.

"Ugh...what just-wait...Duke Diamoro?! Why the fuck-"

Click!

"Oh fuck."

It was a jarring experience going from a victorious bout to now being surrounded by a veritable army of enemy warriors, but alas, that was their reality.

"Put them with Kidanna, over there," Alfonzo ordered, now fully acclimated to this strange situation.

Halfway done with summoning the items he needed to completely whatever strange machinations he had in mind, the occupier of the center throne directed his attention to the red glass mirror.

[And now it's time for the Flayed One's tribute.]

A surge of aether flowed towards the mirror and began to—

Clunk

[Huh?]

"What?"

"That...didn't sound right..."

[Hmmm.]

With a shaky hand the young man on the throne directed a surge of aether towards the red mirror and—

Klank

"What the fuck?"

"Did...did the sound change?"

[Alright, what the shit?]

Now thoroughly confused about what's going on, the young man on the throne began manipulating the aether in area in order to thoroughly analyze what was going on with the mirror.

It had actually gotten to the point where the man on the throne extracted the souls that were sealed in the mirror to figure out what was going on.

When he did this though, the temperature in the room suddenly plummeted as the sheer amount of bloodlust and rage coming off of him suddenly surged.

[Are you fucking kidding me?]