Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1530: Helping no one but themselves
*Bing-Bong*
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...Alright, be honest with me right now. Did you, or did you not, forget about the fact that you gave your main character the ability to absorb aether flames?
| Maybe? I've been writing this for a thousand chapters, sue me. |
For what money?
| Bitch... |
Anyways! The following scene is going to be pivoting to the enemies that our protagonist has to run away from.
Here we go!
*Bing-Bong!*
_______The Angel and the Dark_______
'Well...looks like changing my face was the best call,' Alain thought to himself as he watched the disciples of Saint Devourer flit about the skies like vultures. 'Good thing they can't detect [Chaos], otherwise, of be screwed.'
After the battle with Smoking Mirror and the City Lord had ended in a stalemate, Alain had decided that the wisest course of action was to simply fuck off and hide somewhere in the city.
This wasn't that hard to do, as he just used a bit fo [Chaos] to change his face and a bit of money to have records indicate that he was staying somewhere other than his real base of operations.
Evidently, this turned out to be a prudent course of action.
Shortly after he had done these preventative measures, the City Lord of Rainbowden had sent a message for assistance from the nearest Aether Saint, a warrior who went by the name/title of "The Flame That Devours All", aka, Saint Devourer.
Out of all the Aether Saints on the Dozing Salamander Continent, Saint Devourer had the reputation of being the most violent yet oddly amicable. As long as someone could direct him towards a way to satisfy his "hunger", Saint Devourer could be easily moved.
And nothing satisfied his "hunger" better than those with the power of [Law].
That stated, Alain didn't want to take any chances if he could help it.
At this moment in time, he was sitting at an outdoor dining garden table, eating lunch and keeping an eye out.
'Looks like I'm going to have to get out of the city while the going is still good,' Alain concluded as he finished his meal and prepared to leave. 'Hopefully the manual will be enough—'
"Apologies, but is this seat taken?"
"No, feel free to...huh?"
Interrupting his train of thought, a comely woman with features native to the Soaring Griffion continent had seated herself at the table across from Alain. Alain had been in the process of simply giving her the seat and moving on but paused when he noticed something very odd about her.
Namley, that there was a very subtle seam on the perimeters of her face.
"Is something wrong?" The woman asked, clearly noticing Alain's hesitation.
"No, I just thought you looked like someone I knew" Alain recovered before making moves to leave. "My apologies for staring."
"Oh it's quite alright, darling," the mysterious woman replied with a wave of her hand. "I mean, I could understand being wary after being blasted by that much [Chaos]."
"!!!"
As soon as Alain heard that sentence come out of the woman's mouth, every hair on the back of his neck began to rise and his wings, began to invisibly flex in a defensive posture.
"What did you just—"
"Oh come now, Prince Alain," the woman said in a tone of voice that felt like ice. "If we wanted you dead, we would have reported your presence to the saint's lapdogs up there."
Acting as if she was simply waving her hand, she gestured to the flying disciples.
"We only wish to talk about a...mutual interest of ours."
"Mutual...how?" Alain asked while squinting his eyes towards the strange woman.
"A mutual enemy of ours," the woman answered, her grin growing wide. "Someone who seems to have an army of monsters at his beck and call."
"Ah...a mutual interest indeed."
Once he heard that lovely little sentence, Alain sat back down at the table.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well..."
____An Angry God's New Warriors____
^Accursed shaper. Accursed Saint! Fuck. Fuck!^
To say Smoking Mirror was having a bad week would be an understatement.
In the span of a few short days, he had lost one of his gifted warriors, had his base blown up because he had accidentally invited people associated with his greatest threat, and was now hiding in the catacombs of Rainbowden like a rat from the prying eyes of an Aether Saint.
^Accursed mortal...^
If he was at his prime, a mere Aether Saint would be as easy to kill as a mayfly. However, in his current injured state, such a battle would be...costly at best.
Either way, he had no choice but to hide away until his other servants, who were outside of the city, had secured a way for him to escape.
^That so-called duke better deliver on his promises,^ Smoking Mirror growled in frustration before taking a breath and composing. ^At the very least, this gives me time to take full stock of everything I have left.^
Usually, when one has their base of operations blown to smithereens, the survivors of the explosion would have no choice but to mop the mess and see what could be salvaged from the wreckage.
Smoking Mirror, however, didn't have that problem.
Due to his actions of taking over underworld organization after underworld organization, Smoking Mirror had managed to secure several strongholds that he was...honestly just going to abandon.
His advisors and subordinates, however, managed to convince him to convert some of the more fortified areas to be either warehouses or prison holds.
This turned out to be a prudent decision.
During the mayhem that played out immediately after his base had blown, many of his conscripted warriors had used the opportunity to escape either out of the massive hole in the ceiling or deeper into the catacombs.
Some of these escapees had reclaimed their treasures, while others made moves to free their comrades.
The most valuable treasures, though, were a tucked away someplace only Smoking Mirror had access to.
As such, he made use of this fact to see if there was anything that could be of immediate use to himself.
And as luck would have it, he did have such a treasure.
Treasures in fact, that used to belong to a certain society dedicated to the art of aether puppetry.
'Perhaps relying on convicts as my main fighting force was a short-sighted decision on my end. They have the power and ruthlessness I need, but they lack the loyalty that is absolutely mandatory,' Lord Smoking Mirror thought to himself as he walked over to a set of caskets that were covered in seals and runes. 'Perhaps I should take a page out of the shaper's book.'
Manipulating his [Law], Smoking Mirror proceeded to open the caskets before him with a snap of his fingers.
Several dozen or so perfectly preserved corpses laid in these caskets, alongside even more human-sized marionettes. In one of these caskets,Smoking Mirror could see the remains of a Platinum-tiered aether puppet he had destroyed not too long ago.
'In hindsight, I probably should've spared more of that silly little puppet society so that they could fine-tune and control these puppets for me...oh well,' Smoking Mirror thought to himself as he pulled an obsidian dagger from his belt and slashed open his palm.
Instead of crimson blood bubbling in his palm, golden ichor began to form a pool in his hand. If one were to sweep their senses over the ichor, they would be driven mad over the sheer density of [Law] and divine power that composed this blood.
"Now then," Smoking Mirror said in a tongue that wasn't native to this world. "Arise my warriors of the damned. Arise so we may wage a new war."
The ichor in Smoking Mirror's hand began to wiggle and rise before forming little golden tendrils that began to creep towards all the corpses before him.
The tendrils, once they had chosen their bodies, began to hover over where the hearts were located and pierced them.
Gasp!
The moment these golden tendrils has properly embedded themselves into the hearts of these corpse puppets, the puppets began to gasp and breathe as if they were alive again. However, the original occupants of these bodies were long gone.
"Oh? What's this?" Smoking Mirror asked himself as he noticed that one of the bodies seemed to carry themselves a bit differently from the rest. "It appears this one is actually a craftsman moreso than a warrior...one that specializes in making treasures and weapons no less. How...excellent."
As Smoking Mirror admired his handiwork, the shadow of a giant jagusr began to form behind him, looking just as sinister as its owner.
___Now back to our protagonist..._____
"Alright, I'm going to preface this entire conversation with the declaration that I'll be heading back to the Dozing Salamander continent for...well, a variety of reasons but the important part is that I'm going to be dealing with enemies and helping Axer here get access to the [Mother Sun Flame]. Y'all don't have to come, but if you want to, I won't stop you."
