Chapter 11 Like a boy before you
The treemite roared and raised one of it´s clublike arms. Arashmiel calmly raised his shield to meet his enemy´s attack. And like a giant hammer it decended upon him. And like a not so giant anvil he took the blow. For a short moment worry filled the dragoness, but then worry was replaced by surprise.
Beneath the giant weaponlimb stood Arashmiel, his shield above his head, his boots deep in the ground, but completly unharmed. He pushed against the giant extremity, freed himself from the ground and jumped back, creating distance between himself and the enemy.
Master Kelos words: observe, assess, act.
Observe.
He quickly checked his HUD. His hp took a hit, but only minimal, within one minute it would regenerate on it´s own. He quickly operated his menu. His character page. Lea. Durability 599.8/600.
Assess.
The treemite might be a powerful enemy for a normal human, even for a young dragon. But not for him. The difference in power was simply to great. Not only was he of a much higher level but his equipment was also high end, he was the guild leader of one of european top 10 guilds and one of the very few in the entire world who reached Firstborn-rank with one of their classes. He did not think about IF he could beat his opponent, but how he would do that.
Act.
Arashmiel pointed his sword at his enemy. "Mag Cul Nos, [Cycle Beam]" Ambra´s golden blade began to glow a fiery red, before the red wandered towards the tip, where it formed into a ball of flame, which quickly condensed itself until it was only half as big as in the beginning. A large shockwave of heat burned the grass in front of Arashmiel to cinders as the ball released it´s power in form of a laser-like high temperature lance.
The treemite roared in agony when the beam burned trough it´s defenses and scorched it´s inner organs, the chitin armor was easily penetrated, the point of entry surrounded by scorched and blackend chitin.
Arashmiel checked the AR reading. The treemite´s hp was reduced by around 30%. Not bad for a tier 3 spell.
Eventough the treemite wanted to kill him and the dragon, it was not evil, it was a simple beast that followed it´s instincts. He did not want it to suffer needlessly. He would finish this quickly. His next attack would end it.
"[Judgement: Destruction]"
Divine wrath filled him and his weapon. Under the influence of that judgement his damage would greatly increase.
With the sound of a small thunder a green mist-like aura formed around him and beneath his helmet his hair turned green. With [Paramina] his combat abilities skyrocketed.
Powered up like that, finishing a foe that was that vast inferior to him would be easy.
Dust was whirled up when his boots kicked the ground, driving him with intense speed towards his enemy. In a flash, he had covered the distance and jumped into the air.
"[Crusader Strike]!", he shouted and his blade glowed in golden light. Like a hot knife trough butter Ambra glided trough the treemite´s thick hide. The power of the strike was not limited to his blade, but surged trough the entire treemite. Blood spurted out from the wound and the treemite roared in pain once more. Arashmiel stepped onto it and pushed his body away from the enemy. Midair he checked his AR.
Mature treemite
HP: 0 %
He had won.
He dampened his landing with his knees and shortly after that, with a loud crash, the treemite´s lifeless form crashed on the ground.
He sighed and released the energy that surrounded him. No longer bound by [Paramina] the green aura quickly spread into the surrounding area, before quickly thinning out and vanishing completly.
Arashmiel sheated his blade and placed his shield on his back, where the magic bindings kicked in and held it in place. He placed both of his hands on his helmet and began pushing it off his head. But instead it reformed back to it´s beret form.
He turned around and with calm steps approached dragon again. He smiled softly when she made a step back.
First she had thought him a weak and fragile being, but now she realized just how much stronger he was. With just two attacks he had finished an enemy that she herself could not beat. And he made it look so easy. He was not to be trifled with.
The closer he came, the more tense her body became. She knew, in a fight she could not win, but atleast she had to fight to her last breath, she was a dragon. But when he approached, she did not know what to do. She knew, she would only survive, if he wanted it. But again, he did save her, and called her sister, maybe he was not an enemy. This was her only chance. Her thoughts raced.
He was right in front of her, raised his hand...and began to pet the side of her head lightly.
Her entire form relaxed visibly, apparently he truely meant her no harm. His smile widend when she even began to growl lightly. This was not a threating growl, but a satisfied one, almost a growl-purr.
A loud boom from the skies tore apart the peaceful atmosphere.
Magical glyphs appeared on the sky, high above the clearing. With the sound of shattering glass, one of the seals gave in and a dragon appeared. And then another and then another.
He quickly jumped a few feet away from the dragon and mentally prepared to fight. If they were friendly, that was good, and if they wanted his life, well, then he would make sure they would have to work for it. They had their pride, and he had his.
More dragons decended, more powerful dragons descended and he began to understood how foolish his thinking has been. With each dragon his chance of victory got smaller and smaller, and when the last one descended, he knew, there was no victory to attain.
He glanced at the first kind dragons that had descended, the weakest and most numerous ones.
Name: Doranth, Mature Red Dragon
Level: 571
Dragon, Superbeast
Name: Nesenth, Mature Black Dragon
Level: 589
Dragon, Superbeast
Dragons like that were many, but nothing that he could not handle. True they were many, but if he relied on his small frame and his speed he had a chance of winning. He alone against that many dragons, that would be very hard, but he alone against a single dragon but that many times in succesion, that was very much doable.
Against them he would win.
The next ones were only a handful, but far stronger.
Name: Gavarenth, Ancient Green Dragon
Level: 650
Dragon, Ultrabeast
Name: Kaleth, Ancient Black Dragon
Level: 661
Dragon, Ultrabeast
He would get close to his limit, but again, against them, he could win.
Among the many dragons, were a few special dragons, towering over their smaller kin, and the other dragons seemed to protect them. He dared not to overlook even a single one of them, for that could spell his doom.
Name: Frederick Bag von Svarok, King of the Red Dragon Flight
Level: 790
Dragon, Megabeast, Boss
His appearance was the one that sprung into Arashmiels mind when he hears the word dragon. A lizard that stands proubdly on four legs that ended in giant claws. His wings spread widely and a strong tail swayed behind his back.
Name: Heiron von Niddhog, King of the Black Dragon Flight
Level: 783
Dragon, Megabeast, Boss
He was similiar to the dragoness Arashmiel had just saved. He did not stand on all fours like the red dragons, but on his hindlegs like a raptor, giving him a more viscious appearance.
Name: Maria Vivi von Leviathan, Queen of the Blue Dragon Flight
Level: 758
Dragon, Megabeast, Boss
She reminded him of the pictures of the monster from Loch Ness, was there not somekind of ocean dino that looked like that? A creature clearly build for the life in the water, she had not claws but muscular fins. Her long neck carried her head high above her body.
Name: Carl von Lily Lindwurm, King of the White Dragon Flight
Level: 764
Dragon, Megabeast, Boss
In appearance similar to the red dragons, but slightly smaller and he had not the typical leather wings that most people associate with dragons, but two pairs of feathery wings.
Name: Meriela von Leila Wyrm, Queen of the Green Dragon Flight
Level: 757
Dragon, Megabeast, Boss
Like an asian dragon, she had a long and slender form, almost like a very muscular snake. Her limbs were almost to small for someone her size, yet they carried her form apparently without trouble. Three pairs of small wings were distributed along her body.
They had not only the megabeast tag, but also boss tag. That would be very difficult. But not impossible. One of them he could beat. It would be a hard battle, but he could win, as long as the others did not interfere, because if even two of them attacked him together, he had no chance of victory. He had to prepare to run. He could try to teleport back into the throne room.
His eyes returned to the last dragon. So overwhelming, he had difficulity to look at it, but at the same time, so overwhelming, he could barely look away. And he knew, nothing he would try would work. His fate would be whatever this last one decided.
He had battled countless enemies and could fight the kings and queens of the different dragon flights, but in front of her, it was all meaningless.
She stood on her hindlegs, but completly upright, without the the slight crouch that the black dragons had. Her form towered above the other dragons, her golden scales reflected the sunlight, sparkling beautifully. From her body sprouded five long necks with matching heads.
One was brown and covered in rocks.
One was blue, the water on it sparkled in the sunlight.
One was red, the air danced from the intense heat.
One was a yellow-green, sparks of electricity jumped around.
And the central one was golden like the rest of her body and appeared to be her main head. Or her first head, he was not sure, he had never met a dragon like her before.
Name: Goddess Tiamat, Mother of all Dragons
Level: ?
Dragon, Divine, Alphabeast, Supreme Entity, God, Boss
Yep, he was fucked.