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Chapter 37
The tomb of the Ancient One, a place of extraordinary beauty and mystery. Would normally be a harmonious place of miracle, and wonders. But now, at this moment. A pandemonium is taking place, thanks to the fighting of the people with different goals. And The Black Scripture is fighting for their life.
The storm was horrible for them; they had never seen anything like that before. But it didn't stop them. They continued to move forward, and they arrived in a huge clearing. At first, the snow was beautiful, but the unusual change in the sky, and the bloody rain. Changed everything for them.
The Black Scripture organization has fought many things in its long history serving humanity. But for the first time in their life, they didn't know if they could fight the being before them.
When they arrived at the strange hill, they expected a quick and fast mission. Tackle the adamantine group, kill the demon, and push the Dragonlord away. That was the plan but in their arrogance. They forgot that sometimes plans do not go according to what they expected.
And meeting two little strange kids wearing an unusual outfit with long hoods and silver mask. And with extraordinary strength, was not something they expected. Well, none of this is what they expected.
"We have woken up for our lady protection!"
"Y-yeah, you f-fools!"
"Now face our lady wrath, you weak mortals!"
"And Ea-eat dirt!"
"Mare said something more offensive!"
"Eat poop!"
They fought a strenuous battle. Well, in reality, both Guardians of the tomb. Mare and Aura were merely performing a spectacle. They didn't care if they hurt them too seriously. The only thing they wanted to avoid is to kill the divine girl. Besides that, they care little if they end up killing the rest.
And although they hold their power back. One of the Black Scripture took this challenge and attacked viciously at both twins. Try would be the word here.
Zesshi Zetsumei went on the offensive. Using her power to fight them, believing that it will be a quick fight. But the moment one twin could stop her attack with ease. And how she seems to look unfazed by her. It was the minute that Zesshi Zetsumei, the strongest of the Black Scripture. The triumph card of the Theocracy. The protector of Humanity.
Saw a power gap that she never believes existed.
Zesshi War Scythe is one treasure of the Slane Theocracy. A weapon capable of unimaginable power. And in her hands. More than a deadly weapon. And to see a little girl blocking it with just a staff. Shock Zesshi beyond anything she has experienced in her life.
The Black Scripture as a whole didn't believe it. But then, after watching the attacks that would have normally destroyed anyone, something changed. Witnessing how their triumph card can't even harm a small girl. Their perspective on this whole world shifted.
"Sister, what do I do?"
"Just don't kill her, Mare!"
"Ah! Okay!"
The battle continues as the twins hold back a lot of the power, just to lure them to the tomb. Where they will bear witness to their lady revival. Aura did an outstanding job annoying them. She noticed the one capable of summoning beast. It didn't impress her at all. Still, she did her work. All for her lady.
Quaisse did his best to use his beast to bring some support, but Aura just had better abilities. So the creatures ended up being useless against her.
The newest member of the Black Scripture, Beaumarchais. Tried to impress his colleagues by attacking with his chains and looking for a weak spot on the twins' side. His arrogance blinded him. And pushing his luck, Beaumarchais used [Gods Chain] A spell capable of trapping anyone. A Tier V ability. One of his strongest.
But failed miserably, as Aura with an annoyed look. Broke the chain, and the hand of the human with ease.
"So annoying! Really, they are so irritating! Why can we just kill them?"
"Sister, we can't do that! Remember the plan!"
Zesshi didn't even bother to look at the new guy. She attacked using [Death Moon] an attack capable of slicing anything. And for a moment Aura looked surprised. The attack of Zesshi harmed Aura. A little. Aura didn't even feel it completely. But she notices that she took some damage. Mare tilted her head, watching his sister with a worried expression.
"Ah, I think I took some damage."
"Are you al-alright?!"
"Mm? Ah, yeah, don't worry."
Zesshi is afraid, thrilled, excited. All of it. She didn't care if she died today, as long as she can see the power gap between them. That's all that matters to her.
On the other side, Divine Chant didn't do much to help them. Why should she help them fight two guardians of the Ancient One? It made little sense to her. The only thing that matters in her mind was to stop the demon, and the Dragonlord. That's it.
The rest of the Black Scripture could only watch and do the best they can. But they realize that they are over their league. The disparity was just too much.
"Come to me, little one, allow me to slice you! Face me! Beat me! Show me your power, show me you can be the one!" Mare did not understand girls at all.
Aura for her part is fuming mad. Looking at the fearless girl trying to do that to her brother.
"Just don't kill her, I can hurt her. As long I don't kill her," Aura mumbles to herself again and again.
This girl was annoying Mare with each attack on him. And that was a tremendous deal for him since he knows Shalltear. Zesshi didn't want to leave him alone. Attacking repeatedly with that intense and crazy look on her face. Regardless, it was a good thing they arrived at the tomb where the rest of the fighting was taking place.
Now, in the present. The chaos around the tomb is beyond anything, all of them expected. The Black Scripture saw how the adamantite group is doing their best fighting Jaldabaoth subordinates. While the Dragonlord is doing his best trying to keep both the demon and the Witch Queen at bay.
The Platinum Dragon Lord is against the wall. He should have used the item long before. But not knowing how much it would take. Or the repercussion it could have on him, or the place. He avoided using it. Now, The Dragon Lord is regretting it.
Using Wild Magic in this place would be dangerous, too. Especially with the surrounding people. When he saw the Black Scripture, he thought that perhaps they could join forces to defeat the demon. But now, seeing another two guardians of the tomb. He didn't know what to do.
"Any plan, Tsa?!" Rigrit yelled, avoiding one of the maid's attack.
"I don't know," he whispered anxiously.
He is fighting a three-way battle. Against Jaldabaoth and the Witch Queen, no matter how much he tries. He seems to be at a disadvantage. And looking at his companions, they seem to hold themselves against the maids with no much problem. Still, this is not a good thing for them.
In the middle of the tomb, a huge red orb is shooting light to the sky. Diving everything around it. The key to the world is doing the job to break up the last defense of the tomb. And if what Jaldabaoth said is truth. He then will use the orb to absorb the power of the Ancient One.
He will do what he has to avoid that. Even if he has to use his full power and cast his most powerful spell. And the distraction will lead to allowing him to cast his item ability upon the burial and hide it away. A risky maneuver, but the future of the world lies on his shoulders.
This world is under my protection and only I can save it. I know Rigrit will understand. For the sake of this world, I must do sacrifices. For the greater good. The Dragon Lord thought, all high and mighty.
My brethren, I should have listened to you. In my vanity, I thought I could stop this before getting out of my control. But now, is too late. The Dragon Lord weep, preparing himself for the inevitable.
Before something else could happen. From the sky, a dark warrior arrived.
"Lady Elian!" Evileye yelled with delight.
The small magic caster of the adamantite team, Blue Roses. Looks battered, weak, and tired. When she saw the insect maid again. Evileye shiver in revolt. But when the battle started.
Evileye felt that they wanted to kill her in the most painful way ever. They took their time hurting her like they have a problem with her personally. And glancing at her sisters, they all look utterly exhausted as well. The maids are stronger than before, Evileye thought. The battle itself is swift and vicious. Every side is doing it's best trying to beat the enemies before them.
And a part of her, believe now that with the dark hero on their side. They can turn the tide. And for the Dragonlord, an immense relief.
"Sorry for taking a long time, the demon didn't want to die," Elian the dark hero said.
Everyone stared at her from the Black Scripture to the maids and the dragon lord and Blue Roses. None of the ones calling her the dark hero. Knew that she is in fact a Doppelgänger.
Demiurge doing his best interpretation of a wild demon. Laugh loudly as he pushes himself away from Pandora's Actor, who did his best to strike the overgrown lizard with his strength, just because the dragon annoys him. Looking around, he notices that everybody is in the perfect spot, and ready to witness his lady glory. All according to plan.
The Pleiades kept the Blue Roses at bay, and with some new items. They could easily overcome them. Rigrit, the old lady did her best and surprise the Nazarick citizen with cool firework as Cz mentioned. When the old lady struck the robot maid with a spell called [Lightning Blue Meteor].
The rest of the Black Scripture could only look at them from the other side. As they have their own hands full with those twins. The captain of the Black Scripture is sweating profusely. Using every ability and spell on his inventory to change the battlefield, but with no avail.
He used his creation [Thousand Deadly Spears] And he saw how the little girl just blocks them lazily. He then used [Spear Storm] And nothing. His comrades used their best too. But without success.
Thousand League Astrologers couldn't do much here. Her support role served little against the foes of this power. The hallucinations of her death. The presence of the monster in the shadows. Everything is taking a toll on her mind. But she noticed the look on her friend's face.
Divine Chant had this disturbing smile on her face. She looked around the tomb, watching the work of her god. Her mind, all of her, is watching at the orb. And praying for it to open her lady's resting place.
Demiurge using his Jaldabaoth persona. Started the show with a huge opening. Punching the Dragonlord away with his giant fist before leaving, since he seems to find the dragon lord bothersome. He approached the orb. The rest of the Nazarick subordinates notices the signal. And act according to the plan.
"Enough of this! All of you who try to stop me should realize how hopeless it is!" Jaldabaoth said.
"Stop him, someone! ~" Yelled Lupusregina, with a fake voice. As she is on her knees, faking an injury.
"Oh, no, stop him…" Narberal said with her best expression.
The rest of the Pleiades did their best to cover their master. Both with Mare and Aura with them in this place. There is nothing to worry about. Still, they have orders to stop the Dragon Lord if he used the World item on their lady. Or if more Dragonlords appeared.
They are holding a lot of their anger, to just not kill him especially. The Dragon Lord is indeed lucky.
Everyone is staring at them. The Black Scripture, like everyone else, didn't look good. Zesshi had this manic look on her face, even though she had wounds all over her. The half-elf didn't seem scared.
"Give me the power to rule this world! All of it!" Jaldabaoth yelled as the orb got redder and then vast light blinded everyone in the chamber. A fierce explosion pushed everyone away. The debris and the dust in the air didn't allow them to see properly.
But they heard something that makes them shudder. Something so unnatural. Steps, following an echo of a mystic voice.
"Who dares to disturb my rest?"
Galadriel is waiting below the burial. Waiting for the signal for her to come out and show herself to everyone.
"How do I look, Albedo?" Galadriel asked as she poses for her succubus lover.
"Divine, my lady. Like the most powerful and beautiful woman in this world!" Albedo gushed.
Galadriel smiled at her. Using her World Championship armor will surely prove to everyone how powerful she is. And besides that, she is using a bunch of Divine items to increase her power, and some cash items too. And having two World items is just to overkill in her humble opinion. Besides she just buff herself up.
[Bor Soul and Legacy] Is cloak golden cloak with silver Viking scripture around it. The item passive can increase all physical damage, but the reason it is such a good item for any fighter class. This is because when you activate the item, you are immune to any damage, crow control, or anything else honestly. You are immortal and unstoppable for around 15 seconds.
And in PvP, 15 seconds is a lot.
And every time you do a certain amount of damage, the active reset. And you can use it again. It was like being a Berserk, but with no penalty in your health bar or stamina.
Galadriel bought this item from one of the best Fencers of Yggdrasil. It was a nice guy overall. But something about him made her uncomfortable.
Then there is [The Master of All Magik], a staff made of crystal and many types of ornaments with flowers and shinning stones. The bright light at the top of the staff, and the delicate silvery glow, is astonishing.
"Ulbert using this shinning staff would have been so ridiculous! He never liked cute things," Galadriel thought with a beam. Remembering the old days.
This World Item is more straightforward. A special staff capable of breaking the limits in one Magic attack, MP, and special ability. Galadriel didn't see too much difference between this one, and the staff of Ain Ooal Gown.
"Well, I suppose this staff is technically more impressive, just because it is a world item. But I do not want to bring the pride of my guild outside of Nazarick. Is very risky. And I guess, while using [The Master of All Magik] I can actually just spam all my abilities, without caring too much for my low MP. I wonder how powerful my spells will be when I am using this staff," Galadriel thought.
"Ulbert said that this is a broken item for Magic Casters. I am not a full Magic Caster, so I guess I won't use his full potential. But I wonder how powerful would Mare be while using this staff," Galadriel thought.
"Well, Ulbert was one of merely 50 individuals with the World Disaster job class. I believe with this staff, he would have been the strongest among all Magic oriented players, in Yggdrasil," Galadriel sigh.
"My lady, is everything alright?" Albedo asked, with a concerned expression on her face.
"Yes, I was just thinking," Galadriel said.
"Mm, now should I use my [True Midnight Catastrophe Blade] or [Wrath of the Demon Linch]? Both weapons are the strongest I have. What to do?" Galadriel thought, and suddenly she felt an enormous explosion above her.
"I suppose that's the signal," Galadriel said.
"Yes, my lady," Albedo replied.
Galadriel got ready to step out, and with one last glimpse at Albedo. She grinned.
"It's time to show them who I am," Galadriel said.
Galadriel walks the stairs, taking her time to use the dust and suspicious silence around the chamber to her advantage. It still impresses Galadriel how they build this tomb. As she arrives at the last steps, she breathes and using her most delicate and icy tone. She spoke.
"Who dares to disturb my rest?" Galadriel said loudly.
Everyone's face went pale, and Galadriel rejoices at the reaction she causes. Her figure is now apparent to everyone, and what they are witnessing is above any sculpture or portrait of her. Like everything they know about her is a lie.
Her majestic long black wings, gently protecting her from any dust, circling her. Her long and lavish horns. They conflict with the mind of the Dragon Lord. He has seen the horns of demon and monster alike. And never in his long life, he has witnessed something as delicate and magnificent as them.
Her face is serene and tender. Her stony expression adds to her otherworldly pose. Her white-hair and the bright golden eyes. Bring elegance to her face like a glowing star to the night sky.
And while her beauty is something to behold. The power emanating from her is the one thing, making everyone feel uneasy.
Like the eye of a hurricane. Peaceful and quiet. But they know that it could change at any moment.
Galadriel moved her body like someone would when they just woke up. Stretching her arms and leg. Ignoring the people below her.
"Who did it?" Galadriel asked one more time.
Demiurge smiled and holding the orb in his hand he spoke with a provoking tone.
"Me, the one and only, Jaldabaoth!" Demiurge said, and for a moment. Galadriel almost burst out laughing at the voice of Demiurge. But she had to hold it back.
Galadriel only glared at him with an unfazed look on her face.
"With this orb in my hand. Your power will be mine!" He said.
"The sky is so dark, I don't like it," Galadriel said, ignoring the demon before her.
"Mare, I want sun and a clear sky," Galadriel said, and the dark elf boy happily oblige.
Mare use [Control Weather] and [Control Cloud] and the red sky, and horrible darkness slowly fade away. Leaving only a beautiful shining sun with a blue sky. Galadriel sighs happily, enjoying the pleasant affection of the sunlight on her skin. Everyone else didn't know what to do, as they observe what is unfolding in front of them. The fact she is ignoring Jaldabaoth like he is nothing but a worm under her heels brings discomfort to everyone.
"This is better, so much better," Galadriel said with a soft and joyful voice.
"Don't dare to ignore me! With this orb, my dreams of controlling this world will become real!" Galadriel only stares and moving her arm, she uses the force and destroys the orb. Everyone gasp.
"That was so cool! My god! I look so cool!" Galadriel thought.
Thankfully, the orb is just an accessory, and it is Demiurge, the one that broke it. They wanted to make her look more mysterious. And making her power beyond anything in this world. So, what is better to show something they can't understand? Humans fear the unknown. And Galadriel wanted to be the unknown.
"The belief that you have power over me is… Blasphemous," Galadriel's voice mocks down the demon.
Her wings spread wide so everyone could see. Her golden eyes flare with intensity.
"Know me, lesser beast. Know what you have brought to this world. You will kneel," Galadriel's voice brought a shiver to everyone in the chamber. Like a touch of death.
"[Demonic Aura IX]"
The people in the chamber felt to their knees. Every single one, Galadriel felt horrible for using this ability. Knowing that Demiurge will be one of the most affected by it. But she must.
"I walk through the ages of beings of unparalleled power and seek to build my throne out of their bones. And now, after a thousand years. To wake up at the sight of a pretender," Galadriel said in disgust.
"Your presence is an insult. Like a flying vermin in the wall," Galadriel hand grab Demiurge by the throat.
Galadriel throws the demon away, and destruction ensues. Galadriel stops her skill. She wanted to make sure everyone sees how Jaldabaoth escapes. They are going to keep using him for futures projects. Especially in the south, in the Holy Kingdom. And besides, there is some fun to have.
"Where are my guardians?" Galadriel spoke, and immediately the Witch Queen and the twins appeared at her sight. Everyone is still trying to stand up. But their eyes can look away from her.
"My lady," the three said.
"My guardians, why there are intruders in my resting place?" Galadriel spoke with no genuine expression in her voice. Glaring daggers at the poor mortals standing there. The Dragon Lord did not know what to do.
The Ancient One is there before him. What can he do to stop her? To avoid the end of the world? I have to stop her, whatever the cost! The Dragonlord thought.
"We have failed, my lady! The defenses were breaking down! And I lost the key," The Witch Queen said.
"I see," Galadriel only replied, and everyone notices that from the rubbles the demon knows as Jaldabaoth looks horrible.
"I can't lose like this! All my plans!" Galadriel only stares with an amused face by how Demiurge is acting. Now the act of a enrage demon is coming together.
"Slaves attack! Do something!" The Pleiades stood ready to attack and before they could do anything, Galadriel raises her hand at them.
"They aren't yours, they never were," Galadriel said, and the Pleiades mask broke off. The shards fell to the ground, and the maids too. Just like puppets whose strings had been cut off.
"A pretender and a thief. How low can you fall before I laugh? But It matters not, I should not abuse the fool, because it's below me," Galadriel said.
"Well, is a good thing we erase the memories of the people who saw Solution face in the kingdom. And for Yuri, well, the empire is far away. I will have to do the same, or something different. This is for another time," Galadriel thought.
"How could this be possible?! The orb, it should have worked!" Jaldabaoth yelled in panic.
"I do not know how you get my servants to do your bidding, or the orb you claim possesses the power to steal my own," Galadriel said, approaching at the demon who is shaking in fear.
"You feel the wind blow, and you think you know where the leaf will fall. You're a pathetic beast, with the gall to defy me. Many have tried, none succeeded. What makes you so different?" Galadriel mocks.
"A scavenger, nothing more," Galadriel sneered.
"Your power should be mine!" Jaldabaoth yelled in fury. Demiurge used [Hell Flame] And Evileye even in the shock she is right now. She can recognize the ability that killed two of her sister in one move. That spell didn't work on Galadriel for obvious reasons. Like throwing a bucket of water into the ocean.
Everyone saw how the flame didn't seem to bother her. Galadriel just stood there, unfazed. By the demon attack.
"Impossible!" He said.
"Words lesser beings often hurled when facing the unknown. You know me. Fear me. There is no impossible with me," Galadriel's voice echo through the chamber.
"You are nothing but dust under my fingernails. So insignificant and frail. Why would I even bother to kill something so small?" Galadriel said.
Jaldabaoth opens a portal, everyone gasps knowing he is leaving. Escaping his fate, like a coward. Or that is what everyone thought.
"This is not over! I will have my redemption!" He said, running away in fear.
"A coward," Galadriel whispered.
Galadriel glared at the audience. She saw Lakyus and smile inwardly. This is a wonderful moment for her to improvise and see where she can take things.
"You, child. Where did you get that sword?" Galadriel said, pointing her finger at Lakyus, who is at the edge of a panic attack.
"I gave it away a long time ago. Why you have it?" Galadriel asked.
Lakyus didn't know what to do. She felt her heart beating like a mad dog. She said nothing and only tremble on her knees.
"A mute, then," Galadriel mock.
"I see many people in my tomb, and I wonder. Why? Are you enemies? What are you looking for?" Galadriel spoke, watching intensely at the group before her. The Black Scripture didn't know what to do.
What could they do? There she is, the Ancient One. Standing before them, and there is not a single clue of what can they do. Galadriel Melkor is one that the Six Great Gods revered. She is a vital part of their belief. What can they do?
On the other side, Blue Roses and the Dragonlord were not doing better. They fail, but not really. Jaldabaoth is gone, not by their hand. But gone none the less. But now they are facing something far worse. The Ancient One. And they can't fight someone like her.
"It seems all of you are mute and is annoying me," Galadriel said and pointing her finger to a small crack in the tomb's giant door. She spoke with an irritated tone.
"And what do we have here? A lost soul looking for a way out? Or something else?" Galadriel said with a smirk.
"You human girl. Come here, do not run away from me," Galadriel said, and everyone is glaring at where Galadriel is pointing and saw nothing.
"Don't hide away from me, little girl. Not even in the deeps of the darkness can you hide from me. I see everything step into the light," Galadriel said, and with a small shriek of fear everyone saw a young girl with short blonde hair and black eyes.
Even though she is afraid, Neia Baraja looks at the Ancient One with reverence.
"Holy shit! What's with her eyes? She looks scary!" Galadriel thought.
"Do you have a tongue? Or is everyone in this place unable to speak?" Galadriel replied with anger in her voice.
"Yes! I'm Neia Baraja from the Roble Holy Kingdom!" Neia said with the highest pitch in her voice.
"Now that's better. Finally, some common courtesy. No, much from what can I see from this lot," Galadriel said, looking at the other group of people.
"So tell, Neia Baraja, what are you? Friend or foe?" Galadriel asked, and Neia did the smartest thing she could do. And kneel. The only natural thing to do.
"I am nothing but a humble servant of the Ancient One. Galadriel Melkor," Neia said with a trembling voice.
"A servant, I see. Good to know that some still remember," Galadriel said.
"And what about you lot? Do I have to open your mouth by force so you can say something? I rarely let people ignore my commands. But all of you are making me furious. And the last time that happened, a thousand Players die," Galadriel said.
The group stare with open eyes, Rigrit only glare in fear those golden eyes. This is beyond any of us. Rigrit thought. The Black Scripture didn't know what to do, but then Divine Chant seems to ignore all of them. She walks to the Ancient One and kneels before her.
"Please Ancient One, allow me to serve you! I live only for you!" Divine Chant said, with a fanatic look on her face. Then she kissed Galadriel's feet.
"Uwa, what's with these people?! She is kissing my feet! Well, I like this," Galadriel thought.
The Dragonlord only glare with an unhealthy intensity. He can now see that Ancient One only cares for herself. He sees that she a danger to everyone in the world. Galadriel Melkor will conquer and ruin the world, I need to stop her. Now before it's too late! The Dragon Lord thought.
He is not the only one thinking something between those lines. Zesshi Zetsumei had this grin on her face and holding her Scythe she attacked. All at the same time as the Dragonlord.
"So it begins," Galadriel whisper.