A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while, but I lost a load of data when my laptop died, plus my health has been really crap, so I've been otherwise occupied. Also heads up! I brought out an Overlord crossover recently if you want to check it out. Now enjoy this long overdue chapter.
Dingir the curse of God, and now Campione?
Campione X Grey Faction crossover
Chapter Seven: rumours of a great knight
The mages of the Copper Black Cross contacted Dingir shortly after returning with an unconscious Godou, they had another mission for him.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Dingir-signor," said a handsome, blonde man in his middle years when Dingir was escorted into a nobleman's office, elegantly dressed in the way only nobles were. Dingir was glad he hadn't dressed casually.
"It's fine; I sustained no lasting damage against Horatius Cocles and Attila the Hun." Dingir replied. "The Roman fled, but the Hun is dead. Godou now has the sword of Mars that Attila stole the God of War."
"Good to know."
"The boy needs training with the sword, unlike his sword of victory, which acts more as a finishing blow; the other will require some knowledge and skill."
"I will speak to my niece about training him," the man replied.
"Your niece?"
"Erica Blandelli."
"Ah, the suspicious blonde knight with Godou," Dingir realised. "So that would make you?"
"Of course, we've yet to introduce ourselves, I am Paolo Blandelli, as for why you've been summoned here; we have had recent sightings of a Heretic God off the cost of Dover, our contacts in England have informed us that the other English Campione, Black Prince Alec has headed off on a journey and has ignored their summons, so we request your help."
"Sure, no problem," Dingir said immediately without a care. "Any information on which Heretic God it is?"
Paolo looked surprised, most Campione were difficult to deal with, Alec being a prime example due to his arrogance of being a God Slayer. "A-Ah, yes of course, due to the weaponry and armour worn by the God, we are almost certain that it is Gawain."
"Gawain!" Dingir suddenly exclaimed, leaning forward. "Are you sure, as in the Knights of the Round's Gawain?"
"That's right," Paolo replied, confused by my sudden excitement. "I take it that Gawain is of interest to you?"
"Absolutely, I love old legends, but more importantly, he has one of the two Excaliburs, and I love to collect swords, three of my authorities are swords, and I would like the opportunity to make my way through all the pantheons swords if I can." Dingir smiled at thought of increasing his armoury.
'A collector?' thought Paolo, frowning slightly; the black prince was a collector, and caused havoc to find what he desired, even robbing mage orders for their artefacts. "Just make sure you don't rob any of our swords, we've had enough problems with another Campione who steals whatever artefact he wants." Paolo knew he was pushing his luck here, as strong as he was, any Campione could kill him with ease. But at the same time he wanted things firmly understood on what was acceptable.
Dingir quirked a brow in confusion, then after a moment, snorted in amusement. "Unless you've somehow hidden away any sword Authorities in your vaults, I promise it'll never be a problem. I intend to fill my armoury from Heretic Gods alone, and given your people have helped me when I was stranded abroad without any papers, money, or clothing, I'm not about to betray that kindness."
Paolo's eyes noticeably widened, before smiling. He could sense no lie in this god slayer, they were fortunate that the eighth Campione was very different to the norm, and unlike Godou who was naïve to magic prior to fighting the Persian war god, and had an excuse for being different, Dingir seemed an honourable enough person. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "Now since you will need to take a plane, we have taken the precaution of preparing a passport, plane ticket, and credit card, along with the forged documentation we sent you earlier." Pulling out an envelope and sliding it forward.
Dingir took it and smiled. "Thank you," he gave the contents a brief check to confirm it was all there, it was. "When do I need to leave?"
"A member of my staff will drive you there momentarily, and if you can, please try to limit the damage in your battle."
"That depends on Gawain," Dingir replied. "But I will try my best to avoid dragging others into the conflict."
"I appreciate it."
(Later)
Dingir stretched after waking from a dream, he was currently on-board the international flight from Italy to England that Paolo had arranged so he could battle against the Heretic God Gawain, who possessed a sword that Dingir desperately desired. One of the two Excaliburs, the Excalibur Galatine, like his Alternate Gram, it drew power from the aspect of the sun, and allowed him to cut anywhere the sun shone, cutting even at a distance. Galatine however was in a completely different league; it was the sun itself, using intense heat and power. Dingir wanted it. With such a weapon, he could split mountains or turn cities to ash; it would make an excellent addition to his armoury to defeat future gods as well as the enemies in his own reality.
"Only two hours until we reach our destination," came the pilot's voice through the speaker system.
"Care for another beverage?" enquired one of the staff, pushing a trolley down the narrow gap between the rows of seats.
"A beer, any kind will be fine."
"Here you go, your highness," she said with a smile, not taking his offered bank note.
'Of course…' obviously they had followed him. Taking a sip of his beer, he sighed, well at least the sixth Campione had honoured his promise, Dingir now wore a fine Italian suit, black with faint pinstripes, a blood red shirt, and black tie with a solid gold tie clip in the shape of the copper black cross group, it had been hidden in the envelope Paolo had given him. The rest of his clothes had been meticulously folded in his new suitcase to avoid creasing; he had worked with suits in the past and knew the correct method. Only two hours to go.
When he landed, a suited man, built like a tank, but clearly nervous of him, was waiting outside the plane with Dingir's suitcase in hand. Dingir had left the plane through another entrance on the other side of the plane, via steps extending down to the runway. Next to the man was an incredibly expensive looking limo, Dingir could sense dense magical energy inside. They were reps from the English equivalent of the Copper Black Cross in Italy, the Witenagemot. It sounded like something out of Harry Potter.
"Welcome sir," the large man said, lowering his head slightly in greeting. "The speaker of the Witenagemot wishes to speak to you." Opening the car door, and politely gesturing to get in.
"Very well."
Inside was a beautiful, if frail blonde woman, possibly late teens or early twenties, it was difficult to gauge, blue eyed, and dressed in an elegant noblewoman's dress. She didn't seem dangerous by appearance, but Dingir's senses told a different story, she had a lot of magical power for someone not a Campione or God. His grey eyes momentarily flickered gold as he noticed something rather interesting about her, she recoiled minutely at his eyes changing. This young lady wasn't actually there; she was a projection made of ectoplasm, enough to have a mild physical presence by…was that telekinesis for physical interactions?
"How very interesting," he noted. "You're not actually here."
The young lady had probably been about to introduce herself, but paused in surprise that he had immediately realised her secret. As a result of a divine possession and her own overwhelming magic, her physical body was slowly dying, bedbound with a very weak constitution. She wouldn't know it, but Dingir had suffered similar difficulties after repeated use of Origin magic, straining himself to the utter limit against Devils, using magic far beyond his capacity to endure. But neither did he know why she projected herself.
"How very impressive that you noticed that," she replied. "I suppose introductions are in order, I am Alice Louise, speaker of the Witenagemot."
"Nice to meet you, as you already know, I'm Dingir the eighth Campione, so are there any updates on Gawain's location?"
"He remains on the edge of Dover," Alice replied. "Perhaps waiting for something; however his power of the sun flares up at noon, and causes severe damage to the surroundings for many miles. Farms crops have been destroyed, trees burning, and thousands have died from sunstrokes and dehydration, and each day it grows stronger, spreads further. We have arranged an emergency evacuation, but it will be difficult to keep them away from their homes for long."
Dingir nodded, he glanced to his wrist watch, a cheap digital one he had brought at the airport in Italy. It was 10am, two hours until noon. "It's going to be close to defeat him prior to that including travel time, but I'll do my best," he informed the witch.
"Good," she nodded.
The large man was also the driver, and after putting away the suitcase into the car-boot and quickly jumped back into the limo, and started up the engine. "We're ready to go, my lady."
"Excellent, get us there as soon as possible," Alice replied.
The limo sped away at speeds closer to a race car, no doubt modified in some manner, but Dingir knew little of cars, and wasn't trusted behind the wheel of one by anybody. He and Alice chatted on the journey, she became bubblier and friendly as time passed, which seemed to be her natural personality, while the formal manner she conducted herself with seemed to be facade she wore when dealing with the other English Campione, who was apparently quite the handful.
While they chatted, Dingir considered how to handle the sun wielding knight, his original Gram and demonic powers would be his best bet to deal damage at a distance, while using Balmung to regenerate his body being burnt by sun. The real issue would be crushing the legendary knight fast enough to avoid creating anymore victims. Unlike with Horiatis and Attila, there were real stakes in taking this victory.
'Bring it on, Gawain, the curse of God vs. the knight of the sun.'
CHAPTER END
Next Chapter: the curse against the sun
A/N: Next chapter will be Gawain against Dingir, and no bitching about fight length, real fights don't last long. However given the strength of Gawain's authorities I'll probably need two chapters for the full fight, so something to look forward to.
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Grey Faction: Arrival of the Grey Queen
Grey Faction: Mistaken Apostles
Grey Faction Comic: Jinhai's Justice 2018
Grey Faction Comic: School Wars (chapter one free to download)
Detective Michael: The Scalpel Murder
Detective Michael: Riverside Mystery
Detective Michael Comic: Volume 1
Vampire Attack: Empire of Shadows
Secret Yuuki & the Guilty Heart Chronicles: Dimension Wars
Secret Yuuki & the Guilty Heart Chronicles: Starlight Alliance
Nexus Comic: Volume 1
Corpses 'N' Things
Monsters 'N' Things
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