Surprise! I know it took too long, but here's Chapter 8! It's getting increasingly difficult for me to write the next chapters because this week's our periodical test. But after it, surely I can write all day. Now, there are some things I need to say. First, I'm going to make a new book alongside this one, something about Blaster Blade. And second, I know you guys are reading this, but I need more reviews! It's what keeps me going, and the reviews are also fun to read! Can you please leave reviews for this one? Pretty please? Phantom Blaster Overlord might get angry!
Chapter 8: The Trump Card: Phantom Blaster Overlord!
Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark gaped at the gigantic figure towering over them. With the sun directly behind him, his red glowing eyes seemed to be the core of his burning, raging soul. His great black and gold wings, shadowing the battlefield, were lined with the same telltale streaks of sparkling blue that Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark also have.
In his right hand, a great double spear rested. Although it looked the same as Phantom Blaster Dragon's, his was a lot larger, and the handle sparkled with gold.
"That's one big dragon," Tristan announced loudly. His voice broke the silence. The black knights cheered, while the royal knights retreated to where Alfred was standing. They were all scared of the dragon.
Phantom Blaster Overlord, as Phantom Blaster Dragon had called him, advanced towards to the place where the two brothers were standing. Blaster Dark cowered with fear behind Blaster Blade, while Blade returned the dragon's baleful stare with his "royal glare". The dragon threw back his head and laughed.
"This is the first time I have seen a knight that is not afraid of me. Perhaps you haven't seen how terribly strong I am, huh?" He mocked Blaster Blade.
"I don't care who you are, or how strong you are. But if you are angry at my brother for some reason, then it is I who will ask for forgiveness." Blade coolly answered as he took one step forward. This reply of his changed Phantom Blaster Overlord's mood.
"You imbecile. You'd think I'll forgive your brother for betraying me?" To Blaster Dark he said, "You may lie to me, hurt me, or curse me, and you may still live after. But if you betray me, I will make sure that you will never walk on the face of the planet!" Phantom Blaster Overlord's voice could be heard throughout the entire field.
Blaster Blade took another step forward. "If you think I'll let you hurt my brother, then you're dead wrong." With a powerful leap, he sprang into the air in front of Blaster Overlord and gripped his sword tightly, preparing to swing it. But before he did, Overlord swatted him like a fly, sending him crashing into a boulder. He rolled off the stone, unconscious, with blood streaming down his head.
"Puny knights," Overlord scoffed.
"No one ever does that to my brother and gets away with it!" Blaster Dark yelled, his fear giving way to anger. With a war cry, he did the same thing Blade had done. However, instead of swatting him, he crushed Dark in an iron grip. Dark's sword slipped from his hands, which fell down to the earth like a stone.
"I'll crush the life out of you," Overlord sneered at Dark.
"Get your hands off my son!" Alfred screamed and launched himself into the air. Overlord sent him flying with a flick of his tail.
That moment, Nemain regained consciousness and saw Overlord crushing her future husband. She ran to Overlord's feet and knelt.
"Please, my Lord! Please forgive my love! I cannot live without him!" Nemain begged, while tears streaked down her face. Blood was dripping on her shoulder, and Blaster Dark screamed from above.
"Betrayal has only one punishment. Death!" Overlord remarked.
"N-Nemain… leave now… I c-cannot… bear to… s-see you... like t-this…" Blaster Dark managed, while blood dripped from his mouth.
"No! I will not leave you like this!" Nemain argued, the tears falling from her eyes.
"Leave now… N-Nemain… please?" Blaster Dark begged. Tears were beginning to form around his eyes.
All of a sudden, a familiar thunderbolt struck Overlord, and he loosened his grip on Dark, making him fall. Nemain reacted fast and caught him. Overlord roared with rage, looking for the source of the bolt. Overlord turned around to see who struck him.
There was Blaster Blade, his blade stuck in the ground, a trail of burnt grass tracing the path of the bolt. He was still a little bruised, but thanks to the magical power from his Blaster Blade, his wounds heal faster than a normal human's.
"That hurt, didn't it?" Blade smiled.
"You puny creature!" With a powerful flap of his wings, he took flight and charged at Blade.
"Uh-oh. Not good…" Blade said as he watched the speeding form of Phantom Blaster Overlord, hurtling at him. He turned to run, but…
"Gaaahh!" The target was hit, and the impact crushed Blade, sending him crashing into the ground, where he was half-buried. Phantom Blaster Overlord took his spear and aimed it at the white knight.
Blaster Blade turned around in spite of the sheer pain he was enduring, just in time to see the giant spear arcing down. He moved quickly and blocked the seemingly unstoppable attack with his sword. Sparks flew as the giant spear collided with the small sword. Blade was literally fighting for his life. If the spear made it to him, he will surely die.
Elaine had healed Alfred, while Nemain healed Blaster Dark. The battle had raged on, with no end in sight. Brigitte tried to pry the spear loose from Overlord's grip by shooting fireballs at him, but Overlord deflected the fireballs, scorching Brigitte.
"Nnngggh!" Blaster Blade grunted as the spear inched nearer to him. He was already exhausted, not to mention his wounds and fractures from Overlord's crushing tackle. Yet he continued to fight. His sword kept sliding nearer, nearer to his chest, while Overlord was babbling incoherently.
"Finally, I'll be able to destroy you, then there'll be no one to stop me from killing Blaster Dark!" Overlord cackled.
It was obvious that Overlord was leaning his full weight on the spear, but somehow, Blaster Blade was able to carry it. Elaine helped the King up a rocky knoll to see how Blaster Blade was doing, when they both saw the scene. The King struggled to stand up.
"Your Majesty! Please, take some rest! You're still weak!" Elaine said.
"That's my son right there! You think I'll just stay here and watch while he's being crushed?" Alfred yelled, emotions welling up inside him. Elaine didn't have the heart to stop him as he searched for his broadsword.
The sun had hidden behind a thick patch of clouds as Blaster Blade sunk deeper into the earth, Overlord's weight pushing him down. Blade had heard a whisper, but disregarded it as a hallucination.
Meanwhile, the stranger finally made it to the battlefield with Bedivere. The sight was awful. Most of the Royal Paladins were already weakened, and the Shadow Paladins were just beating them up.
"Alright. Where's Alfred?" The stranger asked.
Bedivere looked round and spotted the King hulking about on the edge of a cliff. He seemed to be looking for something. Behind him, a great black dragon was leaning on a white knight. He was about to tell the stranger what he saw when he felt a strange tingle on his skin, as if the air around suddenly became charged. He turned around and to his surprise, the stranger who was with him was glowing brightly. Even the stranger looked amazed.
"Well, well! This hasn't happened in a few decades, at least! It seems that the two powerful forces are near each other, and their relative closeness is beckoning to me!"
"Uh, Your Great Majesty, pardon me but, what do you mean?" Bedivere asked.
"Think of it as two magnets, sir knight. The north and south poles are near each other, and as you know, opposite poles attract each other. In this case, I am the force that can bring the two forces together."
"But, exactly what kind of forces are you talking about, Your Great Majesty?"
"You shall know soon enough. But for now, let us divert our attention to that poor knight. For some strange reason, he seems kinda familiar…"
The white knight of courage fought for his life as the dragon of infinite darkness kept him pinned down. There was a slim chance that he could get out of this mess. There's no one here that's strong enough to help me, Blaster Blade thought.
"We've got to do something for Blade!" Epona screamed.
"Yeah, but what?" Gordon asked.
"That dragon's too strong for us," Brigitte commented, bandaging his open wound with clean linen from Stardust Trumpeter.
When he saw the painful and cruel trial his brother had been put into, Blaster Dark literally hurled himself down the cliff, Nemain following close behind. He landed with a less-than-painful thud on the ground, while his fiancé lowered herself down using her hex powers. She was by Dark's side in a second. "Are you hurt?" Nemain cautiously helped him stand up.
"N-no, I'm fine," Dark lied. He didn't want to cause more trouble.
"Do we really have to help that arrogant knight? He's an opponent, right?"
"Yeah, but he saved my life twice, and he's also my brother."
"Your brother?" Nemain asked incredulously.
"I'll explain later. But for now, helping my brother will be our top priority." Blaster Dark stood up on his own and gripped his sword. He felt the familiar surge of dark power filling him, energizing him until he felt fresh. Nemain did the same, and absorbed the dark energy flowing within her magical skull which she always brought with her.
With Nemain behind him, he literally threw himself straight at his Lord. At the same time, King Alfred found his Broadsword and did a Geronimo leap, aiming straight at Phantom Blaster Overlord. From the other side, Wingal and his hastily-acquired team of High Beasts were charging at the same dragon. And from above, the stranger, wielding his glowing, transparent sword, did a complete somersault in the air as he prepared to slash at Overlord.
All of them were intent on freeing Blaster Blade of his heavy burden. The dragon was unable to block the incoming attacks, and when the attacks hit, he stumbled backward and lost grip of his spear.
"All right! We've got him!" Alfred cheered.
"But he'll recover soon enough," Wingal said.
"Then let's not give him time to do so!" Flogal barked. At this statement, they flocked towards the recovering dragon, beating him up until he couldn't stand anymore.
Blaster Dark helped Blade stand up, while Alfred and Wingal's team continued battering the dragon. Finally, They ceased beating him and regrouped with Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark. "Are you guys ok?" Alfred asked.
"We're fine, dad," both of them answered in chorus. This sent a mild laughter from Alfred and his two sons. Nemain was now more confused than ever. She was about to ask more information from Dark when the stranger landed a few feet from their group, attempting a cool entrance, but the dusty, rocky plain had other ideas, making him slip and sent up a plume of smoke in the process.
Alfred and his friends couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune this funny stranger just befell in front of them. Meanwhile, hearing the knight's laughter, he blushed and quickly stood up to polished his armor.
"Oh, the damned dust!" He cursed loudly. He turned around to face them.
Blaster Blade, Blaster Dark, Nemain, Wingal and Alfred started at the voice of the stranger. Alfred's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he recognized his father. Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark did a double take as they saw their grandfather standing in front of them. Wingal nearly let out a scream as he saw the man that everyone praised. Even Nemain seemed to have an inkling of who he was, and took a step back while she covered her open mouth with the back of her hand.
All of them said the same thing at the same time.
"Majesty Lord Blaster?!"
