Heaven or Hell

by Scarabeye3000

An Overlord of Death, and a Fallen Angel leads Nazarick into the New World. OC.

10. Oposing Fronts

Disclaimer: Not mine, nor yours. Bugger then.

Title: Heaven or Hell

Chapter 10 - Opposing Fronts

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E-Rantel

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How could this have happened?

The Magistrate or the overall commander of the army garrison pounded on his table as he contemplated on what to do. Of all the damned time, this crisis just dropped on his lap when his brother, the Mayor Panasolei Rettenmeier, was actually away and at the Capital right now doing an important report regarding the recent 'disturbance' made by the Slane Theocracy. He sighed as he stood up and looked out the window. Outside his garrison, chaos reigned as he saw soldiers struggling to erect makeshift barriers and defensive strong points on the 2nd wall of the fortress city. Their red-robed enemy seemed to appear out of nowhere, like a rain of confetti, they dropped down from the sky from white iron crosses that now jutted the surrounding area. Until it quickly devolved into the most brutal melee he had ever seen in his life. It seemed unreal and totally out of this world the ferocity and methodical way their enemy fought, but then again, the way they look was anything but ordinary.

In fact, he couldn't even believe the first time he saw their enemy's appearance up front.

The memory of it stuck in his mind clearly as day. He came with a detachment of soldiers that was shoring up defenses on the Eastern Gate on the beginning of the fighting and they were shocked at the overwhelming speed upon which they were attacked. The garrison on the gate had been wiped out in less than a few minutes and they were alerted on their headquarters and they quickly headed over. An initial reinforcement was sent and he could see that they were actively fighting with them already, they got down to the melee right away and began to help his beleaguered soldiers. But when he engaged one, what he saw baffled him, the sword their enemy carried was flimsy yet he saw the same sword pierce through an armored soldier effortlessly. They were wearing iron masks of varying make and was covered in blood red robes and their arms were gilded in metal, additionally the metal seemed to be fused to their bodies. He also saw and felt that the enemy was strong, individually they could fight 2 or 3 of his soldiers and win. But right now, his men seemed to overwhelm them with sheer number and brute strength.

He also remembered that as soon as he was sure that the enemy leader or officer was dead, it suddenly got up and exploded sending those nearest it flying in a concussive wave, all the while shouting 'I am one with the Machine-God!'. And the only reason he survived was that there were 2 men in front of him and they took most of the brunt of the blast. After that encounter they retreated from the Eastern Gate as it was firmly taken by the enemy a few hours later. They were driven back to the 2nd fortification wall that housed most of the commerce and the distribution line of the water supply for the whole city. It was also the main headquarters of the city garrison. From outside, their enemy strengthened their positions and cut them off from the outside, curiously, they had not deployed any siege weapons nor they do not seem to have fielded any that seemed similar to them. He was still contemplating on what he can do when a soldier stepped up to him and saluted.

"Sir, our enemy are gathering at our doorstep."

The Magistrate sighed dejectedly, "So, it has begun again. Do they not offer parley?"

"None so far sir, they have only taken potshots of the tower. And our archers are exchanging shots with them."

"Stop them, they waste our arrows by sending it to the enemy. Have the 4th Division relieve the garrison, gods know they deserved a rest after being decimated holding the northern gates."

"As you will sire."

Before the soldier can even leave though, another soldier came rushing through and saluted.

"Sir! An envoy of the enemy has arrived, additionally sir, they brought siege engines with them now."

'Bugger' the Magistrate shook his head in frustration and shouldered his weapon. They made their way towards one of the battlements on the gate to see the envoy and the arrayed siege works against them. Along the way he looked at the state of his soldiers, they were still fresh, some have been pulled out of sentry duty and others pulled out of the militia. He had sent out riders prior to the alarm and then another batch when it seemed evident that the first gate would have fallen. He was a bit emboldened when he saw his men were going about their work, keeping busy and arraying weapons, and building siege works of their own. Probably as an answer to those arrayed outside, well, since the 2nd gate was already fortified then he could at least delay them until reinforcements he requested arrives.

The Magistrate soon reached the top of the battlement, but he noticed the silence of those that manned the towers and was able to see the enemy lined up against them.

He soon understood their silence, a veritable wall of blood red robes as far as he can see was gathered before him. The moat was the only thing keeping them away and stopping them from converging on the 2nd wall, but it was a sight too befuddling to comprehend. They easily numbered 5,000 men and according to the previous reports, there are armies also gathered on the other gates except the southern gate, which seemed to have escaped this deluge of men. From the center, he could see an angel with individually feathered wings and covered with black plate armor, flanked by two officers that were also robed in red, but have distinctive helmets that are very much different from their peers. Like a centurion, they stood behind the Angel as it waited for him, he was still scrutinizing the Angel when it suddenly spoke in a loud voice.

"IS THERE NO ONE HERE TO PARLAY WITH!?"

'Bugger, that would be me then huh?', he stepped forward from his line of men and shouted in reply, "Aye! I am the Magistrate and de-facto commander of the City Guards. What is it that you wish?"

""I wish to speak with you face to face, and on that note you have my word that you will not be harmed if you lower your drawbridge and let me come across to speak with you."

A moment of contemplation and the Magistrate gave a small nod, the drawbridge to the 2nd gate lowered and finally gave passage across the moat. The Angel flapped its wings once and hovered or floated a few inches of the ground and moved forward the gate. His 2 guards stayed where they were as the Angel and the Magistrate met on the gate. As he approached the human's mind raced, the enemy's commander is a sentient Angel, a summon that is utilized by the Slane Theocracy and the Roble Holy Kingdom. But for it to appear before him and exude such a frightening aura, he could almost feel his knees buckle in fright. He was not able to notice it when he first saw him, but this Angel had black plate armor, but white light seemed to dance within giving the appearance of white stripes appearing then disappearing in random places.

"Greetings, I am General Bardiel, Commander of the 3rd Legion under the banner of the Warmaster Sammael~."

'Warmaster? What sort of title is that?' he cleared his throat to remove his nervousness and answered crisply, "I am Otto Rettenmaier, Magistrate of the Fortress City of E-Rantel."

The Angel took hold of its helmet and began to remove it, maybe due to anticipation or surprise, Otto looked on as he heard a hiss as if something pressurized was being opened and he finally saw the face of the Angel. Its face was angelic and its hair looked like very fine silver threads, but its eyes were cold and black and fearsome to look at, a face that have seen a thousand battles stood in front of him now.

"We have come to offer terms for your surrender Magistrate," the Angel began, "As you can see, our army far outnumbers yours, is stronger than yours and considering we have not deployed our most terrible weapons at the moment, would eventually overwhelm yours. Our Lord and Master does not wish further bloodshed, but he wishes his intentions to be clear to you. He wishes you to surrender this city for his use, this will be the first step on their ascension to this world. You will be granted safe passage back to any city you wish, but this does not extend the protection to the city that you will make your way to. You may also change your allegiance and serve my Lord, thus eliminating the need for you to vacate your homes and making your way to a neighboring city~."

"... and if we refuse your terms?"

Bardiel casually raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, from afar a loud 'BOOM' came from the direction of the first gate. A whistling sound came after that and a section of the wall directly behind the Angel exploded violently. With fire and flame it destroyed the wall as the Magistrate's eyes registered his fear and surprise, if a single snap from his fingers could bring a wall down, what hope do they have of fighting against them.

"You will be destroyed. All the leniency we have shown will be all for naught~."

The sea of red parted and out marched their wounded, their soldiers that were cut-off and then 6 out of the 7 riders he had sent out. Despair gripped him, it seems only one of the messengers managed to escape, but who could it be?

"We have deemed to allow the last rider escape since he seemed to have the most recent information on your situation. And so we allowed him to go forth and call an army to liberate this city~."

So that means, they have been capable of stopping all of the messengers but chose not to interfere with the last one because they wish to bring forth more of the army of the Kingdom down on them. Whoever commands this army wishes to fight, but what about the civilians-

"Ah yes, the civilians. Well, we do not touch them for they do not take up arms against us. You can be assured, as mandated by our Lord and Master. Civilians are to be unharmed however, should they take up arms then they would be considered combatants and subject to the rules of engagement~."

Otto Rettenmaier looked down and kept a grim visage, he turned to the frightening Angel and sighed, "I would change my allegiance, if only to spare my soldiers more bloodshed. But I am only a Magistrate and I do not have the sway of the people, we cannot persuade them to join the banner of your Lord, nor force them to do so. Additionally, there are those of my men who would be loyal to the Kingdom, are they assured safe passage too?"

"Please be assured, as mentioned if they do not take arms against our flag then they would not be slain. You are also assured that if there are those who do not wish to join and fight under the glorious flag of our Warmaster, then they have my word that they would not be harmed, but they must surrender a piece of their equipment of our own choosing as war plunder. Is that fair~?"

"Indeed it is, let me speak to those who are movers in this city and I shall give you my reply within the day," Otto turned to leave and bowed his head slightly, "I bid you farewell for now."

"Fortuna favorae," Bardiel also bowed and replaced his helmet with an audible hiss as he watched the Magistrate retreat towards the gate and the heavy iron doors sealing shut once more. Returning back to his own battle lines he walked over to a group of Magos and gestured for them that he has a message, "Magos of the Vox, please send this report at once."

'Spoke with Magistrate of Fortress City E-Rantel, will give decision about terms of surrender within 2400 hours.'
'Skitarii Legio Tria in full complement, skirmish phase completed.'
'Recommend mobilization of Panzergruppen Kleist and releasing of heavy weapons support.'
'Preparing assault phase at your command.'

With his report sent, Bardiel gripped the handles of his weapons and waited for the return of the Magistrate.

Back at the Magistrate's Headquarters, he quickly marched up to his most trusted Captains and ordered them to bring specific men that would represent the remaining backbone of the city. From the Merchants Guild, Adventurers Guild, and the Mages Guild, they were all gathered to speak with him and offer him counsel in regards to the terms set forth by the enemy at their gates. Within a few minutes the representatives of the numerous Guilds walked in attendance as Magistrate Rittenmaier sat alone contemplating in front of his table.

From the Merchants Guild, Baldo Lauffray, a provisions merchant came up since the Guildmaster of the Merchants in E-Rantel is currently in the capital. Baron Cheneko, the estate where they have hidden the magical artifact also came up to them, he has elected himself to be the representative of the Noble Faction. Likewise the Adventurers and Magicians Guild are represented by their own respective master, Theo Rakheshir and Pluton Ainzach.

"Welcome to you all, I wish I could bring you more cheer, but I only bring nothing except our terms of surrender."

"WHAT!?" Baron Cheneko shouted in rage, "How dare you accept such words from them? The Crown will not stand for this!"

The Magistrate sighed, "The Crown would certainly not standby for this, but have you recently seen the forces arrayed against us outside? And I am pretty sure you are aware of that large gaping hole on our 2nd wall. Their General- a completely sentient Angel if I may add- snapped his fingers and blew it to smithereens!"

"Now, if you have any counter against such magic and their overbearing numbers I suggest you say it now Baron-" Otto Rittenmaier was standing up now in his frustration and anger as this dim-witted man decided to elect himself as the Noble Faction leader. Just in time for his brother to be actually at the capital now, he didn't just had to deal with the army outside, he had to handle fools like this one too.

"I beseech you both to be calm," Theo Rakhshir raised his hand in a comforting manner and gestured to the Magistrate, "Let us then hear first the terms before we offer our opinion of it. I am pretty sure we would be duly enlightened after your explanation dear Otto."

Otto returned to his seat and clasped his hands in front of him, "They have offered safe passage to all those that do not bear arms against them, so far, I have not seen any civilian that was killed by them, frightened maybe. They also offered the choice to fight along side them or not, if we do not wish to do so, then we are free to go to any city within the Re-Estize Kingdom. They also said that all items that will be brought out of the city will need to be inspected, they claim that they will be taking items made by the Gods- that is all they have told me."

"So, they do not plan to plunder the city? What would they be doing here?"

"On that note, the Angel gave me an insight," Otto turned to Ainzach, "He said that this would be one of the stepping stones that would ensure the arrival of the Supreme Beings. They are commanded by a- a Warmaster-"

"A what?" the guildmaster of the Adventurers frowned as he interrupted, "Is that similar to a Martial Lord maybe?"

"It could be, nevertheless, to be able to command such powerful beings, it is most certain we are dealing with a very powerful individual."

The Baron stood up and walked over to the window, from where they were ensconced he could see the gaping hole on their wall and beyond a solid sea of red robes. He then turned to the gathered men and said, "I will take the remaining of the Noble Faction and retreat to the Capital. If what they said is true and they intend to honor it then I assume the unoccupied City gate is where they were planning to let us go?"

Magistrate Otto nods his head, "I would assume so, there is no other way to think otherwise. Additionally, that way has the best roads going to the Capital."

"Its too easy-"

"Maybe they ARE making it easy for us-"

"-or making sure we do not stray to the Baharuth or the Theocracy."

"Since the Baron has made his intentions clear," Baldo interjected, "I might as well clarify the position of the Merchants, we would come with you to clarify the coverage of this reprieve and would need to ensure those that would choose to remain here will still continue to ply their trade."

Ainzach also stood up and clasped his hands behind his back, "Theo and I will remain, not only to ensure the safety of our members who have initially fought and managed to survive the first skirmishes, but also to remain and see the situation on what the invaders will be doing to this city," at this words Theo nodded in affirmative.

"Then it is set- the Noble Faction will retreat to the Capital and gather strength while half of the Merchant will remain together with the Adventurer and Magicians guild."

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A few hours later

Bardiel floated a few inches of the ground as he saw Magistrate Rettenmaier come out of the smaller gate followed by a few 'well-dressed' men. They looked fearful and he held back his contempt with such cowards as is expected from him by his Master. He approached them and he noticed the look of exasperation on the Magistrate's face, nevertheless he gave a small bow and again removed his helmet with an audible 'hiss'. The men gathered before him gasped as they saw his already intimidating figure amplified with his blank eyes.

"Greetings Magistrate, I trust you have favorable news~?"

"Apologies General, but as previously mentioned. I do not hold sole command of this city," he gestured to the men behind him, "These men constitute the representatives of every aspect of our society here," he pointed to a brown haired man with a beard and was dressed like a merchant, "Baldo Lauffray, representative of the Merchant guild," he then pointed to a violet robed individual that was carrying a staff, "Theo Rakheshir, Guildmaster of the Magician's Guild," and he lastly presented a white haired man with a powerful shoulder and curly mustache and beard, "... and lastly, Pluton Ainzach, Guildmaster of the Adventurer's Guild."

"I am Theo Rakheshir," the guildmaster of the Mages Guild was gaunt and seemed necrotic with his pale skin, yet there was fire in his eyes that was not tempered with his age, "Permit me to ask, but some of our guild members and those of the Adventurers Guild who are not part of the City Guards fought and perished in the defense of the city. Since we have taken up arms, will we not be encompassed by the terms of surrender?"

"You have our assurance, that you will not be harmed since you have done so for the purposes of defending yourselves however, if you choose to leave the city then we would need to take a piece of your equipment as part of war plunder~"

"Understood," Theo looked at Ainzach and both nodded knowingly, the magical item with the 8th Tier magic was outside the city and hidden in a noble's house. They have already sent messages to those guarding it to take it back to the capital. There, the Magicians Guild can analyze it and hopefully, harness the incredible magic that laid within.

The representative of the Merchant Guild then approached and bowed, "Greetings, I am Baldo Lauffray, I would just like to dissipate the fear my colleagues have. We, who have been merchants for all our lives wishes not to lose everything. Yet, to the victor go the spoils, we only ask that we are permitted to bring a fraction of our wealth-"

"Take it all, our Master has no need for such riches."

Baldo's eyes widened, a conquering army plundered everything. From the wealth of the city treasury, the merchant's coffers and wares, including wives and slaves. But this army seemed to be dismissing all of their advantages including sure material wealth in front of them.

"However, we will need to still inspect each and every item that you possess as only the items from the Gods holds true value in their eyes~. Is that favorable?"

'Hmm, not like we own something from the Gods,' the merchant's head bowed respectfully and said, "That is most satisfactory honorable General."

Bardiel opened his arms and stood up to his full height, he then turned to his army, "SKITARII LEGIO TRIA! WE HAVE THE CITY! GLORY TO AINZ OOAL GOWN AND TO THE WARMASTER!"

stomp "GLORY!"

stomp "GLORY!"

stomp "GLORY!"

The sound of ten thousand boots slamming down on the ground at the same time with every utterance of the word 'glory', the clanging of weapons and the acknowledging answer brought an immense feeling of fear and awe at the gathered soldiers of the Kingdom and the 4 men standing behind the Angel. They could not comprehend the manner upon which they would have fought if they decided to duke it out. At the very least, they have their lives and that is enough for now.

In a few hours, the more affluent citizens of the Fortress city of E-Rantel would vacate their homes and disperse towards the other cities. Some merchants and most of the peasantry would remain since they would not be able to afford uprooting from where they live. They could only hope their new masters would be lenient and would not drag their already pitiful existence to the ground. As the exodus of the citizens began the innumerable soldiers of the Warmaster began hoisting 8 pointed star flags with the flag of Nazarick symbolizing the territory of the Sorcerer Kingdom on every high point and every tower. Proclaiming the power and the de-facto ruler of the Fortress City.

As the citizenry moved around them, Bardiel and 4 Magos walked to the center of the city and looked at the deserted citadel. This was supposed to be the last strong point and defensible area for this city, they were looking around the grounds as the Angel turned to the gathered Magos and said, "We would proceed as planned, is there any hindrances that you foresee Magos of the Administratum."

"Certainly General, the vacating of position, especially on the administrative side of things since this is a city will be daunting. Provided we have assistance from the Elder Liches on administering the city we propose to streamline the workings of this bureaucracy."

"Indeed," General Bardiel bent down as he inspected the large gates into the citadel, "Magos of the Vox, how soon can we begin the construction of the Astronomic Array?"

A one-eyed Magos stepped forward and bowed, "It will depend on the survey we will conduct on the viability of this location to the Array we will construct. Of course, this structure must also be supported by the columns and minarets of this citadel, initial scans are promising however, we would need additional time to ensure a more permanent facility can be erected."

"Can we do a temporary one? Like a relay station perhaps? The [Message] spell according to a reliable source from our Warmaster can be compromised and it is important we do not suffer that fate."

"I assure you, we can erect arrays and countermeasures against scrying and viewing magic which will be sufficient for the requirements of the Supreme Being until such time we can erect the Array."

Bardiel nods his head, "Magos of the Armaments, can we build forges in this city and begin the rearmament of those that have switched allegiances?"

"General, we have Skitariis and heralds proclaiming the training and equipment coverage for those willing to fight, including the stipend we would give them," a Magos with two swords on its back bowed and unraveled a roll of parchment, "However, we would be experiencing delays in the disbursements of the armaments since we need to consolidate how much of the old gear is left and how many can be re-purposed or just simply melted down to make a new one."

"How long do you need Magos?"

"According to estimates from the Archmagos of the Armaments, a veritable 1 week to consolidate those information and another week for confirmation of this information and finally the disbursement of equipment. Additionally, unforeseen delay can happen since we are still scheduled to reinforce this city, in particular the walls against magical incursion."

The General sighed, "Then make it so, our Warmaster might not be happy with the delays. Administratum Magos, will there be any issues with the resources and processing of raw materials?"

Checking his own parchment, the Magos in question withdrew a quill and began writing down on his paper, "We have a surplus of lumber as supplied by the Forest and its extension, Lord Mare has conjured his magic and replenishes the trees where we gather our materials. Stone are transported by golems from the nearby shale and stone mine at the foot of the Azerlisia Mountains."

"What of the status of the fleet?"

"They are currently holding orbit above Nazarick, the Stellarum Nex however, does not leave the side of Lord Sammael," the Magos of the Navigators looked down at his own parchment and sighed, "According to latest intel, the Warmaster is scheduled to go back to the Empire and the Trading House."

"Very well, keep us posted."

All 4 Magos saluted and separated to go ahead with their duties, Bardiel sighed forlornly and shook his head as he caressed his weapon, "I didn't even get to do any scourging done."

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"So, what do you think will happen now to our fair city?"

"Who knows? With the Kingdom relinquishing this city to the enemy."

3 men sat forlornly in front of a bar as their bartender served them their drinks. He also looked sadly outside as red-robed soldiers walked around outside.

"Will you be leaving too?"

"We can't, our land is here. Plus, we have no money to leave."

"Same here, sure is nice to be a noble."

They were still contemplating and nursing their drinks when suddenly the door opened and six fully armed red-robed soldiers stepped inside. The temperature of the plummeted as an uneasy silence gripped the bartender and his 3 patrons. 2 more persons marched inside that was dressed in the same manner as the soldiers who came in first. They walked up to the bar and it gripped all men present with a renewed fear. Fear of oppression, bodily harm, or death, they do not know. A fact their new masters would certainly have in store for them.

"I am Magos Rakshir," the one who spoke removed his mask and they saw it had a human face, but one of his eye was different from the other, it was metallic and his voice was too even for a human, "May I know the name of the patron of this bar?"

"T-that would be me sir, my name is Tom," the bartender raised up his hand, "How can I help you?"

The Magos nodded to his bodyguard and they moved forward, "I will need a sample of your beverages as a part of our recording system."

"O-ok."

Hurriedly, the bartender got the drinks he has on hand and the Magos began tasting them one by one. A few whispered comments could be heard as all humans looked on at this strange man tasting every single drink in front of him.

"Hmm, slight burning sensation on the trachea-" the Magos gave a small cough and swilled the drink in his glass.

"-bitter at the front and a hint of sweetness on the end-" he tasted another one and nods sagely.

"-taste like diesel at the end." Rakshir actually heaved and smacked his lips.

"urgh- my intestines have been changed to the specification of the Machine God but- but what is this swill!?" his pale face got paler as he puts the glass down.

Magos Rakshir began making notes on his roll of parchment, he took out a single gold piece from inside his robes and offered it to the bartender, "Thank you for your cooperation and your service, I trust this will suffice as payment."

The bartender looked down at the gold piece and quickly snatched it up, he bit into it and found it soft and malleable just like real pure gold. He nodded imperceptibly as the Magos turned to the 3 patrons on the bar.

"Greetings, I would need to ask a few questions."

A burly man at the back snorted, "Whatever the hell for?"

"It is a necessary procedure we must do to prepare the city for a progressive leap forward, we need to know if you wish to stay or work here. Incidentally, we would not force conscription and merely wish to know how many citizens wish to be ruled by us.

"Not much I presume?" a thin wizard looking man took a drink from his glass and smiled, "Considering almost all of the populace is afraid of you guys."

"Indeed that is the case," the Magos replied with a smile of his own, "Regardless of the reasons we will still need to know if you wish to go or stay in E-Rantel."

A poor looking sod also grunted in response, "We're dirt poor, how in the world can we even leave this place?"

"You are poor yet you while away your day inside a bar?" the Magos' mouth suddenly opened and an awkward silence gripped everyone. Sure humans gripe every single day for any transgressions they feel in regarsd to their person, but this takes the cake.

"Please provide your profession," the Magos said seemingly unperturbed.

"Carpenter."

"Blacksmith."

"Poet."

Magos Rakshir continued writing in his parchment as the 3 gave their personal information to him. He then proceeded to show them a map of the city, he pointed to the nobles district and said, "You are to return to your homes, gather your family and belongings and report to the nobles district."

"B-but why?"

"We will be demolishing your homes to make way for the manufactoras that will be constructed," he raised his hands in a calming manner as he saw their hesitant faces, "I assure you that this is only temporary. You will be assigned a noble's house to be your temporary dwelling and if you do not wish to stay then you may vacate the assigned house to you and just return back to Administratum building to be assigned a new home. I assure you though that a noble's house would be more than a fit for 2 to 3 families for the time being."

"You mean to tell me we will live in a noble's house?"

"You are correct human," Magos Rakshir replaced his metal mask and bowed slightly, "With the nobles leaving, you would not need to be afraid anymore of social status. Keep in mind that we would require carpenters, blacksmith of all kind to assist in construction projects that our Kingdom will be establishing. You will be properly compensated for it. I bid you all farewell."

"Excuse me," the burly looking man and the most sceptical of the 3 stood up and raised his hand, "Why are you doing this? And what are your plans for us?"

A full minute passed before the Magos answered, "I do not know, but our Supreme Master has brought you something that you will never get from your noble masters."

"And that is?"

"Freedom of choice," the soldiers marched out and the Magos quickly followed them.

His last words lingered around them as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. The burly looking man sets his jaw and walked towards the door, he was the carpenter of the 3 and quickly went out the door and shuts it behind him. The blacksmith followed him soon after as the poet sat back down in front of the bartender and sighed.

"You know I can't help but wonder on that last thing that the Magos told us."

Bartender pockets the gold piece and serves another drink to his sole remaining patron, "You mean that thing about freedom of choice?"

The poet nodded, "Actually, it sounds to me like he wanted to say they brought us 'hope'."

But that would be totally absurd. Right?

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Elven Kingdom

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A few hours after the arrival of Nazarick's envoys and the following disappearance of the Elven King, the strained peace and stability that he held devolved into open revolt and civil war. With his numerous progenitors over the centuries, they have increased not just in number, skill and pride, but with greed, resentment and a strong sense of superiority complex wedged in-between. With the particularly large void of power their father have left, the siblings from the eldest to the youngest began to devolve into in fighting and struggling to retake the main Elven Citadel now held by the Sorcerer Kingdom and its legion of red-robed soldiers. The situation is not helped by the mistrust, contempt and bitterness of the Royal Family against each other that all efforts are mostly standalone and not a concerted effort to succeed.

It is with this scene that a silver haired High Elf walked towards the stables with four black guards in tow. All four surrounded him like sentinels as they scanned their surroundings for any presence of the enemy. Though armored and fully armed their footsteps were but a whisper, their movements as fluid as the flowing waters. From afar, the sound of battle, blades and screams of the dying resounded.

Prince Caradhas, the eldest offspring of the Elven King looked grim. His father was reportedly attacked by unknown heralds of a neighboring Elven Kingdom and was presumed dead. They reached an open terrace and he caught a glimpse of the main citadel, numerous 30 foot steel crosses could be seen standing on the ground beside the western wall crushing it and throwing rubble with bits and pieces of the wall around the area. It fell from the heavens and destroyed the main battlements and surrounding walls of the citadel. Even from this distance, his Elven eyes could see that numerous doors were opened on the sides and from them poured out an army cloaked in red and armed with various weaponry. Even with the Black Guard protecting the King, they would be hard-pressed against such an army. In fact, he doubted there were still Black Guards making a hold inside the Citadel.

For all intents and purposes, their father is most likely dead.

The army that poured forth from the white cross was like a flood of blood, it quickly spread and took hold of the Citadel. Unyielding,immensely quick and efficient in all aspects. From where they were walking, he could see the great flags they were raising. A maroon flag with an 8 pointed star in the middle. He shook his head, his other 'more rational' siblings are probably gathering their own Kabals and preparing to repel their enemy. As head of the leading 6 Kabals in the Hidden City, he should rally his men quickly and gather all he can around him. From a side alley, 2 groups of the same number approached as they all nodded knowingly at each other.

"Ai muindor Caradhas," a blond haired, pony tailed elf bowed his head, "It is good to see you brother."

"Tyladhras," he puts his open right palm on his left chest and then puts it on his brother's shoulder as they approached each other, "It is also good to see you, and you as well Araghas."

The last Elven Prince had black hair and violet eyes, he was the offspring of the Elven King and a particularly powerful dark elf warrior. A mask covers the lower half of his face as a savage burn marred his beautiful face, a scar from engaging a fire drake when they attempted to hunt with their father before. While his brothers carried the traditional green and white themed armors, he mostly carried gray and black scale armor.

"Ai muindor Caradhas," his muffled voice was raspy, but his eyes were clear and sharp. All the brothers were armed with the specialist armaments of their race. Caradhas had a long spear, Tyladhras had a long bow, while Araghas carried a pair of dagger-like short swords.

"Tell me Araghas, is it truly confirmed that father fell?"

The youngest of the 3 nods his head, "Its true, the Black Guards that were with him that managed to survive reported to me directly. It is by my word that I sent for reinforcements that mobilized the home guards."

"But who are these attackers that have overwhelmed father? Did he not attack the Theocracy before and got that human warrior as her concubine?"

"True, father is strong, both in brute strength, skill, mana, and magic. But the Black Guards that retreated to my position spoke of Angels and twin Elven children that carried the Mark of the Gods. They were beautiful, powerful, charming and carried even surpassed our Father's power... their eyes are the same."

"You mean, the symbol of the Perfect Union?"

Araghas nodded as he led the way towards a maze of streets and fortifications, the sound of battle was getting farther away as they maneuvered left and right through dizzying speed. Though they conversed casually, they were running full speed, vaulting over obsctacles, going around, lithely jumping footfalls and crumbling debris.

The enemy brought war machines never before seen on their lands. It spouted fire from its large cylindrical tube, while smaller tubes spew out death wherever its pointed. Every spell it used accompanied the sound of thunder, and every time it did a swathe of his kin are slain. Based on the reports, the Black Guards defending the King had died to the last man, now they only have the Home Guardians commanded by Prince Tyladhras, the Eldar Spears commanded by Prince Caradhas, and the rest of the surviving Black Guards by Araghas.

All 3 who were the eldest sons of the Elven King felt bitter about their father's indifference towards them, but his loss still felt like barbs wrapped around their hearts. They were Elves, and their feelings were too intense and far too much for humans to bear.

Still, it was expected that their many siblings would split apart and fight themselves off with their own Kabals. At the very least, the 3 eldest sons held the largest Kabals that is beginning to fight back at the enemy. The 3 brothers turned into an open courtyard and abruptly stopped.

A black plate armored angel stood in the middle of the courtyard, the Elven soldiers with them arrayed in a line behind the 3 Elven Princes as the Angel twirled his deadly scythe. As they were contemplating their next move, two dark Elven Children jumped down from the roof as the young boy gave them a 'V' sign for victory, his smile was as bright and energetic as the sun, while his sister stood behind him nervously. She would have looked adorable except that all 3 brothers knew that they were the enemy that killed off their father.

"Yo!" Aura greeted as Leliel spun his weapon at the ready, "You old guys got some time?"

The 3 brothers looked at each other, though the gesture was playful they knew it was different otherwise.

"Muindros, hurin an maeth"

"Aww," Aura's eyes drooped, "Your speaking gibberish again... can you even understand me?"

Caradhas stepped forward as Araghas and Tyladhras flanked him on the side and behind, "Of course druiichi, what is it that you want?"

"Nothing much, since we already have old wrinkly dude with us, the Supreme Beings are probably gutting him alive now-" her voice was playful and melancholic and all 3 could not believe the ease upon which she spoke of their father's fate, "-but we have to make safe this city once and for all, of course under the banner of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

'Great Tomb?'

"If you can give us proof of my father's death-" he turned to his two brothers and gathered them at the front as his equal, "nay- show us his head, then we will have words."

Aura turned to Mare and she noticeably nods her head, the young elf girl puts two fingers on her temple. A void-like [Gate] opened near him and a few minutes later a red robed soldier steps out carrying a severed head by the hair.

All 3 of them looked at the severed head of their father, its eyes were unseeing and lifeless, they could see that a savage wound opened the jugular and the clean cut wound below to sever it from the rest of the body was made postmortem.

They looked at each other and nodded knowingly, then turned back to the Elven Children with the black armored Angel.

"What is it you would have us do?"

The black armored angel's body relaxed as he puts the two handed scythe and rested it on his shoulder, "We require only 1 thing. Submit to the will of the Supreme Beings, serve them loyally and faithfully, and love them forevermore."

Araghas stepped up and bowed a bit, "Fealty on Elves is forevermore, our long life binds us in eternal time and our severity of this bond is... quite painful for mere mortal hearts."

At this words Aura smiled even more and approached them closely, "Then you would not need to fear, our Supreme Beings surpass those of the Gods. Immortal and certainly more powerful than your Elven King and the 6 Gods could ever be."

The 3 brothers looked at each other nervously, "May we meet them?"

"That can certainly be arranged," Aura cups her chin in thought, "However, you must prove your loyalty first."

"How?"

Leliel strikes the end of his scythe to the ground and said, "We have the perfect test for you. This will not only consolidate your place as the ruling monarchs, this will cement your place as the favored by the Supreme Beings."

Opening another [Gate] red-robed soldiers began marching out as they led prisoners of war, prisoners that were awfully familiar with the 3 brothers. He could recognize them all, their siblings who commanded smaller Kabals were captured and brought before them. They were brought down to their knees as Caradhas, Tyladhras, and Araghas looked with their faces carefully twisted in veiled horror and pity.

"These are the instigators of the rebellion against the newly established monarchy," Aura began pleasantly with a smile on her face, "We have erected flags denoting our allegiance and ruling monarchs when they decided to assault our newly designated citadel."

The captured Elves all looked at their eldest brothers in despair, their Kabals were mobilized in defense of the citadel, yet when they were engaged against this enemy. Their formations and battle prowess meant naught a thing. For all their finesse and hardiness in battle, none can match Nazarick's war machine, both in a protracted, or a war of attrition. With their Capital lost to their race, they have no choice, but to fight for there is no retreat when your refuge has been taken from you.

"It has been decided to have the insurrectionists sentenced to death."

If they were affected, the 3 brothers did not show it.

"-and the ones who will carry out the executions are you 3."

Araghas drew his black blades and began to approach his captured siblings, "As the Supreme Beings command."

"Wait!" one voice of reason quipped as Tyladhras, "Please reconsider this order, we shall serve you faithfully without fail, but let us do so in the fullness of our hearts. I believe they merely acted on the natural reaction of a being that is being subjugated. Though feebly we do cry against such fate, rather than bow one's head and succumb."

"Lord Momonga said 1 of you would have done that without question," Aura pointed to Araghas, "-and 1 of you would oppose such a plan-"immediately pointing to Tyladhras.

Aura nods her head and their captured siblings were marched back to the opened [Gate].

"For this you have passed, you will follow me, the Supreme Beings would wish to speak with you now," she beckoned for the brothers to follow them as the 3 brothers waved to their guards to stand down. Walking up to the dimension gate, they were apprehensive and nervous. The one's who conquered their city was inviting them to their main base, but what can the 3 brothers lose that they have not lost yet. If their intention was to kill them, they all thought that why waste through all this effort. As they passed the threshold of the gate, all 3 of them gasped as they found a different world on the other side. A world of metal, fire and strongly smelled the scent of war. This was one of the great hangars in the belly of the great airship of the Warmaster himself, they were taken to the staging area where they were mustering his forces on board the Stellarum Nex. Soldiers in red hoods formed ranks 10 abreast and 10 deep per group, the 3 Elven Princes were urged forward as they stood transfixed at the forming masses in front of them.

Their gazes focused on every object, every artifact, everything that they have not seen or not any knowledge of.

'So, those 'cross' objects were what they used to invade our lands... unorthodox, but quite clever,' Caradhas thought as they passed one of the white crosses now full to the brim with soldiers. Maroon robed Magis sealed the doors as they began to position it for immediate deployment. He knew that one cross represent an army sized unit, a number similar to the ones that have seized the Elven Citadel so easily.

Bitterly, he recalled the initial confusion of the battle as the enemy easily subdued and laid low their capital. The same way that monstrous treant drove them from their first home centuries before.

"What are they going to do with those troops on those transports?"

One of their escorts spoke in a gravelly voice, but continued to urge them forward, "They are preparing the transports for immediate deployment, our Warmaster will be opening 3 fronts soon and time is of the essence."

"So, the 'Warmaster' who had subjugated our realm plans to attack and start a war?" Caradhas brow creased, "That's something unheard of? How can you possibly wage war on 3 nations at the same time?"

There was a chuckle at the front as Aura looked back at them and said as a matter of factly, "The same way your realm had fallen, with overwhelming might, number and power."

They turned into another entry point and were led to the above deck where a large winged Angel was flanked by two more angels that were hunched over a tactical map. Apprehensively, the 2 Elven children looked back at them and said, "The one in the middle is Lord Sammael, I believe I do not need to stress the need for respect in addressing him."

Caradhas nodded, if this Angel could command such an army, just how powerful is he?

Reaching the Supreme Being, they all bowed respectfully as Aura and Mare introduced the 3 Elven Princes. "My Lord Sammael, may I introduce the 3 Princes. Eldest sons of the former Elven King, heir to his Throne."

The eldest of the 3 bowed down in respect, the aura and feeling of this being in front of them commanded such respect, fear and power they cannot help but think a Martial Ruler has appeared before them.

"My lord, I am Caradhas, Eldest of the Eldar kin. I command the Eldar War Host."

The second brother with the dark green armor also bowed down beside him, "I am Tyladhras, my lord, 2nd to the Eldest. I command the Home Guards."

"-and I am Araghas, my Lord," the last of the 3 and the only visible dark elf of the 3 spoke in a husky voice, "I command the special forces of the Eldar. The Black Guards."

"It is nice to meet you, I do hope you come and look at my tactical map display."

They approached him and they focused on the tactical map displayed in front of them, there were moving lights on it as the Supreme Being analyzed it methodically. They all frowned as they saw it being familiar territory, how could they not know it, they were looking at the old Elven Capital at the middle of the Forest of Tob. In the middle was a black blight that probably represented the 'rogue' treant that have uprooted them from their old home. Caradhas looked at Sammael and saw his golden eyes focused on him, could it be they are planning to attack that cursed tree? Impossible, not even adamantite adventurers can lay low its branches on a partial awakening. It was said that the 13 Heroes were not able to defeat it and only managed to weaken it to force it back into a meditative state. How is it possible for them to contemplate such a foolish move? A waste of men, material, money, and time?

"You are correct Caradhas," the Supreme Being said to him, "I am planning to cleanse your old home of this blight, not only will this consolidate your power. This will also allow the Elven people to prosper by going back to your old home, to your roots if you must."

Puzzled, they looked at him as he went in front of another terminal and pushed a few buttons, "Based on my research, it is essential for the Eldar race to have a peaceful place to commune with nature and to remove all worries to proliferate breeding."

Tyladhras blushed as Araghas spluttered in response. Only Caradhas seemed unaffected until he stuttered in response, "E-excuse me, I did not quite understand that one bit? Breeding?"

"Yes, you heard me correctly. I am concerned that the Eldar breed quite slowly. Compared to humans who carry their young for 9 months and then wean them to adulthood, elves grow differently from them," the Fallen pointed to Mare and Aura, "For example, my favored twins are both aged at 76 years old. Too old to be called a child in human society, but certainly very young for an Elf. Am I understood?"

"Clearly my Lord."

"Now, I plan to encompass the Elven Kingdom as one of the vassal states of the Sorcerer Kingdom. I wish for you to be self-sustaining, have a wealthy economy, and a strong military force however, all of that is out of the question right now."

"With all due respect my lord, you have subjugated us and laid low our defenses in a day. Slain our most powerful King and have the 3 of us at your mercy, we cannot understand why such a focus on our race when we are almost beaten on all sides by our human enemies."

"Aha!" Sammael wagged his gauntlet finger at Caradhas, "I am a Supreme Being, ruling your race and uplifting it is but a small part of my overall objective. Though I will not interfere with your rule, I ask that you do it with my representatives. I ask that you work hand in hand in restoring the glory of the Eldar to its former luster."

Tyladhras nods his head, if his analysis is true then they have already met those 'representatives'.

"If we will pledge you our loyalty, then it is for life," Caradhas took out a glowing scroll and opened it, the 2 Angel Generals grabbed the hilt of their swords, but the Prince raised his hands and assured them. "Rest assured, this scroll is but the instrument that we will pledge our fealty."

"Our powers are meager compared to you Supreme Being, but let us be of use to you," Caradhas's left hand glowed as he touched the end of the scroll and it lit up with numerous runes, "As the Eldest of the Eldar Kingdom, I, Caradhas engrave my name on this scroll to affirm our fealty to the Supreme Being. May the blessings of the Moon and Mother Nature grant us this day, and for days to come. You have my sword!"

Tyladhras stepped forward and raised his spear, "... and my Spear!"

"And my daggers," Araghas approached and bowed, "... are yours Supreme Being."

"Then it is settled," Sammael gave a small smile, "We shall cleanse this filth out of your homeland."

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A few hours later, Sammael sat on his iron throne and looked at the view screen in front of him. A large dead tree stood on the side of an old Elven city that now lie in ruins, its former glory gone with the battle that was previously waged here against this blighted entity left the city in a state of ruin and disrepair. On his side stood 3 of his Generals, while on the other the 3 Elven brothers also stood stock still. As the old city loomed into view, he leaned forward in his Throne and turned to his Angels.

"Baraqiel and Leliel, return to your respective ships. Once I have this monster in my grip I will not let go, but you must be quick in disposing of it."

Both Angels bowed respectfully, "Yes my Lord."

"Ramiel."

The blue armored general bowed, "My liege-"

"Protect me and this ship for any enemy that is about to die would certainly lash out. You will be joining me in the observatory together with our new vassals."

Caradhas also gestured the same, "We will follow you everywhere you may tread my Lord."

"Very good, you have your orders, go now."

With one last bow, Leliel and Baraqiel opened their wings and shot up into the sky, their flight trail went straight up then went separate ways. Both Angels landed on 2 ships following behind the Stellarum Nex, both gracefully landed near the bridge of the ship, walking inside amidst the saluting crew members they turned to their respective 2nd in command and gave the orders of the Supreme Being.

Back at the 'Stellarum Nex', Sammael was already walking the cobblestone pathway from the Cathedral towards the observatory. General Ramiel and the 3 Elven brothers trailing behind him.

"Ramiel, stay close to me. You will be my shield for this campaign."

The blue armored giant pounded his mailed chest, "It is an honor my Lord, incidentally, what spell will you be using to hold the enemy?"

"Spatia Obliquio."

Much to the Elves puzzlement, the General gave a sigh of recognition and seemed to smile inside his helment.

In quick order they reached the observatory atop the prow of the ship by an eagles head

"My Lord," a red-robed magos genuflected towards Sammael as the screens show they have reached the old Elven Capital, "The Heavenly Bolt and the Night Haunter are maintaining synchronous flight with the 'Stellarum Nex' and currently reporting that the drop pods are all prepared and all guns are hot."

"Thank you Magos," the Fallen Angel took a sip from his goblet of wine and puts it down on his console, he turned away from it and began walking down from his throne on the control room of the Stellarum Nex, "Let us wake up this sleeping monstrosity and be done with this."

"At your command," the Magos turned back to the consoles and began issuing orders, "Vengeance rounds loaded and prepare to fire on our 'Mark'."

A disemboweled voice rose up from the speakers, "Affirmative Magos."

"Warmaster, we are prepared to fire!"

Sammael grinned and gathered power in his hands, "Feuer Frei."

At once a loud boom like thunder shook the 3 Elven brothers, from behind them they were unable to notice, but the once luscious garden turned into an array of battleship cannons that was firing salvo after salvo of their explosive rounds at the blighted tree. From behind, the guns of both the Heavenly Bolt and Night Haunter joined in. Although smaller than the Stellarum Nex, both ships carried weapons that could shoot out 8th-Tier Explosive Magic shells at any enemy. Fire rained from the heavens as the Elven Princes looked at the destruction in front of their eyes, the rotten trunk was giving way and fire was beginning to spread on its corrupted bark. Its thick branches were beginning to ember and the sky seemed to shatter at every explosion that was being sent downrange.

Suddenly, a loud roar came from the tree and a great upheaval of boulder and rocks was hurled towards the 3 ships.

"EVASIVE MANEUVERS! TURN TO PORT AND FIRE JUPITER GUNS!" Ramiel cried out to the bridge as Sammael kept silent, all the while concentrating on the gathered power before him.

The large ship obeyed without question and turned left, as it turned boulders and rocks as large as a 2-story house whizzed above their heads. The 3 ships separated, the flagship Stellarum Nex maintained a synchronous orbit around the tree while the 2 destroyers surged forward their cannons singing death and destruction. With a deep rumbling roar, the blighted tree finally awakens as more and more of its branches waved in the sun. The Elven Princes looked in horror at this.

A large tree, more than a 100 meters in height roared out into the heavens. A large gaping maw erupted on the base of its great trunk and six branches or it seemed roots for they were buried underground was raised and began a complex dance of 'whipper-snapper' to defend itself. The shells they were sending downrange were beginning to get swatted away and sometimes miss the target entirely.

"Hmm, pretty smart for a beast wouldn't you say Ramiel?"

"Indeed my Lord."

'Perhaps like our NPCs, the entities from the game are learning as well- although unlike this one who obviously succumbed to the passing of time," Sammael mused as he saw another salvo swatted away. One of the shells was suddenly redirected towards them and his General cried out to his Master.

"My Lord!" a golden hexagon shield blocked the shell and not a piece of the ship was touched, "The enemy is firing back."

"Hmm, very well, Leliel, Baraqiel wait for my spell-" he raised his 2 power suffused hands and his eyes glowed in an inner light, "Spatia Obliquio!"

In a blink of an eye 10 magic circles appeared around him and the effect on the tree was instantaneous. It shimmered for a moment and a grayish tinge enveloped it completely, from its outstretched limbs, gaping maw and quaking trunk. Its waving branches froze in mid-air and its roaring stopped abruptly. The Elven princes looked on as the two charging ships began firing again while seeing two Angels taking flight and adding their own power to the destruction of the accursed tree.

"[Titan Smasher]" Baraqiel's weapon floated in front of him as it glowed brightly, from the heavens a rift opened and a similar looking staff plummeted from the ground. Mind you, this staff was 100 feet in diameter and its size was taller than a skyscraper. It was covered in magical runes and it literally smashed into the tree with an earth-shattering force.

Without pause, Leliel braces his weapon behind him and swung it forward so fast a sonic boom could be heard from afar with its passing, "[Soul Harvest]" six waves of cutting energy emanated from him and sliced the branches that was stopped by their commander. Mind you, these tree branches were easily at least half a kilometer in length as it constituted the primary offensive capability of this tree. But against the might of the Angels, it was like a babe against the seas.

"Keep. Firing." Sammael grits his teeth as he felt the strain of the enemy. Usually, he would effortlessly fight without much preamble and come out on top, but this was the first time he used a spell that is channeling and is honestly draining for him.

Ramiel saw the strain on his Lord and Master, he gripped his sword and stood in front of him. For now, all he can do is follow the plan and protect his Lord. He cannot move or attack independently as this might leave his Warmaster in the open. Unbeknownst to them, on the highest part of the Stellarum Nex a woman was holding her hands tight as she perceived in her 'mindscape' the magnitude of power the Supreme Being is pouring forth. The Fallen on the other hand tried to grit his teeth as his men poured in onto the enemy's body. Something as large as 100 feet jutting out into the sky is a pretty big target and quite hard to miss, but he was not expecting its HP to be off the charts. He actually researched the nature of the beast before committing to the attack because it is simply common sense, but what he found and recalled was not comforting.

This entity, which has been confirmed to be a Treant, is a boss monster for a section of a map in Niflheim, a mini-dungeon boss if you will. He could only speculate, but the presence of this tree could signify a player coming into contact with it, then brought to this world together with the player. Sammael contemplated this while concentrating against the enemy, "If this treant is an entity from Yggdrasil and it would be foolish not to study it to the fullest. However, it seems that my estimates about its HP and the effects of a channeling spell on this creature was conservative at the most."

"[Titan Smasher]"

Another large skyscraper sized staff fell down from the heavens as Leliel took hold with two hands his scythe, the treant reeled back from the collossal hit while the black armored angel suffused power on his weapon. The 2 handed weapon glowed a deep bluish purple and the angel heaved it above its head and threw it at their enemy.

[Earthsplitter]

A powerful wave spreads from the weapon and splits the trunk almost in half, with the treant still immobilized and its branches cauterized, it cannot fire back or retaliate against them. It can only groan and roar in defiance at the destruction it is given.

"Ramiel."

The angel bowed, "Yes my Lord?"

"Time for the killing blow."

"Understood."

The spell holding the treant steady was released and as soon as the tension was gone the treant went full-on berserk at them. Ramiel spreads his wings and took flight, he soon joined in the fight as the Fallen puts his palm together.

'Another 10th tier spell, I must be on a roll today...'

His golden eyes glowed in a holy power and his wings were awashed with golden lights. The 3 brothers knelt in fear and awe as the Fallen opened his palm and said.

"Ad Astra, et deicio"
"et lapis ex petra in carcerem"
"facies incolo"

The heavens seemed to open as Sammael threw a small ball of condensed gravity towards the blighted tree.

"10th Tier spell [FONS GRAVITAS]"

The small sphere seemed inconceivable to the naked eye from afar, but a distortion can be seen from a distance as the spell collided with the rotten tree. A blinding light erupted from it and no visible damage can be seen. As soon as he released the spell, all 3 Angels hurtled away towards their ships as Sammael aimed his open right palm at the tree and pushed at an invisible wall. The treant soon quaked from its roots to its branches, flailing and smashing everything within reach, trees, boulders, anything and everything it could get its thick limbs on. Everything became a projectile in its grasp, but it was all for naught. They all saw as the great tree, all 200 feet of its girth above and below ground was uprooted in an upheaval of rock and stone never before seen in the new world. Even as it slowly floated to the sky it still futilely tried to send boulders and trees it could hurl at them, but Ramiel enveloped the fleet with his protection and they were simply swatted away.

His eyes still having a golden glow, Sammael clasped his hands together and poured forth more of his energy forward. He could feel his MP draining like a pocket of water in the desert, his illusion of subtlety on his being was lifted as more and more of his power was sent towards the spell. From the ground, more and more piece of earth broke off and flew towards the treant. It could only howl and roar now as the gravity well it was infused with attracted more and more materials from the surrounding area. A large hill lifted off from the ground and literally torn to shreds by the force of the gravity as even granite stones were sliced and pulverized by the effects of the spell. The floating materials covered and shredded the treant's wooden body as more and more earth began to fuse with it, bonding and preventing regeneration to a cellular level. Everything was taken, stone, rock, earth, trees, even a portion of the Elven city walls, fortunately since no animals ever ventured near the cursed tree anyway, no living being was caught up by the destruction. The howling and roaring finally grew silent as the ball of floating earth easily reach a size that cannot be measured from afar.

Ramiel can only kneel and shake in his armor as the Supreme Being displayed his power, the Elven Princes on the other hand were kneeling face down on the ground.

It was terrible, simply horrifying and unbelievable to look at. A 100 meter malevolent tree was thrown to the air, shredded with earth, then entombed within it. All 3 Elves looked at each other quaking in fear, he is truly a God and if he so chooses then they could be dead in a blink of an eye, their race thrown into oblivion.

The large satellite hovered in the air and was easily larger than the Stellarum Nex, Sammael opened his palm again and the large earthen ball rose into the sky. The Fallen nods to Ramiel then to the 3 Princes and walked outside into the now changed garden deck. Silently they headed for the main gazebo as the Supreme Being sat down and looked out into the receding earthen ball towards space.

"Do you wish to drink something my Lord?"

He shook his head and sighed, "Bring me Chaldea, I wish to be- comforted."

"Right away," Ramiel banged his breastplate, folded his wings and walked away leaving the 3 Princes to the company of the Supreme Beings.

The Angel smiled and turned to them, "I want you three to consolidate your people, you are free to go back now to your old homes. I suggest sharing the Kingdom with the Dark Elves wherever they are. I shall visit you 1 of these days or I shall send my 'representatives', is that clear?"

"As you command Supreme Being!" all 3 banged their armor and they turned to leave.

They finally exhaled their held breath as they reached the bottom of the stairs of the gazebo, silently they walked towards the Cathedral and one by one they looked back at the receding form of the satellite their new 'God' made.

"Araghas, Tyladhras-"

"Yes brother?"

"We have our home back."

The two younger ones smiled sweetly, "Including mother's grave."

"Indeed, we must give praise-" they stopped as they saw a green robed human running towards them, she did not seem to mind them and she hurriedly ran towards the gazebo. Something oddly familiar was with that girl and it nagged at their mind to identify her.

And then suddenly it clicked.

"She's from the Slane Theocracies Black Scripture!"

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To be continued... Omake Theater:

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Nigun Grid Luin sighed as he looked out of his home's terrace, the cult has grown right under the noses of the Cardinal. Soon, very soon, he would welcome the coming of his Lord and Master with open arms, but to be able to do so, he must get close to at least one of the Cardinals. However, who should he seduce with the promise of his Gods.

Who is the most susceptible?

"Feeling crafty human?"

He turned and saw two diamond eyes that glittered in the gloom of the night, "Lord Demiurge, it is a pleasure."

The demon smiled evily and showed his fangs, "Coming from you who have embraced the Supreme Beings, I shall take your word for it. But my question goes unanswered."

"I am merely thinking if I should go ahead with a coup d'etat or simply seduce the Cardinals or at least one of them with the 'gifts' of my Lord Sammael."

"It depends on what you wish to attain and how you usually approach such an undertaking."

"Subtlety would be to our advantage for it would not give them time to be prepared."

"While a bloody coup d'etat would have its merits," Demiurge nods and puts a finger on his chin, "Subtlety has a quality of its own. Is there something else you wish to say?"

Nigun bowed again and kept his head lowered, "I do not wish to disrespect, but I know your time is valued. I cannot see a creation of my Lord to idle with small talk with a human."

Demiurge had to laugh at that, "It seems you became sharper still in your thinking? Very well, you are correct. I bring word from Lord Sammael, he has begun the consolidation of the Sorcerer Kingdom and established its de-facto capital at E-Rantel."

"E-Rantel? The Slane Theocracies black operatives were taken there after their skirmish with the Warmaster, I have never seen their Captain so defeated like that."

"My Lord, most of the Black Scriptures that have survived were given furloughs. The bodies of the others that were slain are still missing, is it safe to assume that the Master has them?"

"Indeed, he means to utilize them for a means to an end. Despair maybe? Who knows what the Supreme Beings plan to be? I can only think of several reasons, but our Lords truly astound me for their reasoning and methods are unlike I have considered."

Demiurge walked back to the darkness, "I shall take my leave now, you will prepare a report with all the information you have gathered thus far, and your future plans for the subjugation of the Theocracy. Additionally, you have to know that Lord Sammael has already conquered E-Rantel."

"What? And so quickly too?"

"Fufufu, truly I was unable to anticipate this, the skills upon which he commands his army is beyond my calculations," Demiurge laughed softly in the shadows, "With the might of Lord Sammael's military and the infinite mind of Lord Ainz, we would sweep away all opposition in this world."

Nigun bowed again and puts a fist on his chest, "I serve the Supreme Beings."

He felt the presence of Demiurge go away, alone once more he turned back in looking over the city as he pondered who would be best to seduce with the promise of the Supreme Beings. Someone powerful, has a high station and truly above suspicion and notice that-

Nigun smiled as he thought of 1 individual that he could have the privilege of being counseled upon. A single name that truly fits the criteria he is looking for. A fellow servant of the 6 Great Gods, a person with high station and such is above suspicion and showered with trust and devotion by his followers. A former soldier of the Sunlight Scripture that he formerly led, this person can definitely be spoken with and offered a chance to join the Supreme Beings.

Satisfied with his choice he walked back inside, headed to his desk and began composing a letter.

'To his Eminence Cardinal Dominic Ihre Partouche'
I bid thee good day, if I may be so bold to ask an audience to assuage a thought that is bothering me since my return.
I will truly endeavor to come to your place of residence or to mine as with your most preferred choice will be done.
My failure weighs heavily on my shoulder and I have found no sympathetic ears to hear my plight.
Please send a reply with my servant so we would be able to accord your acceptance.

After rereading it a 3rd time, he dropped a dollop of wax on the parchment and puts the seal of his family on it. Summoning one of the still surviving human servants, he tasked it to take it straight to the Cathedral of the Cardinal and wait for a reply. He then stood up and poured himself a drink.

"I cOuLD hAvE doNe iT yoOu kNoW. BrINg tHe LettER I meEaN"

"No you cannot," Nigun said exasperatedly, "The Cathedrals are one of the most heavily guarded institutions of the Theocracy, not only will they have guards. Divine magic users will detect your powers, no matter how much you wish to hide your true face."

"ThIS is My truE faCE!"

Nigun chuckled, "Please. The fact your sprouting extra arms, nibbling like a mantis on your food and actually looked so much stronger than your diminutive size does not just betray the obvious. Your blood lust is practically bleeding everywhere. Not to worry though, if all of this does not go according to plan, well you get to eat an extremely... dry prune."

"I'lL holD yOU to ThAT."

"By the way, thank you I suppose for not eating all my stay-out staff."

It was Entoma's turn to simper and laugh, "I was actually full then already, besides they're getting suspicious."

With that said, she vanished in the shadows while Nigun continued consuming his drink.

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Author's note:

"Spatia Obliquio." - Spacial Void

"Ad Astra, et deicio" - From the heavens, You fell,
"et lapis ex petra in carcerem" - And in this earthly prison of rock and stone,
"facies incolo" - You shall dwell.

"FONS GRAVITAS" - Gravity Well

"Muindros, hurin an maeth" = Brothers, prepare for battle

"Ai Muindros." = Hail Brother.

"Druichii" = Dark Eldar

I know most of you my readers would balk at the suddenness of the scenes, but I was intending it to progress further then remain there for a longer period of time like the subjugation of the Elves. I know that it is a whole nation and the build-up usually takes 1 chapter at least, I progressed it further since I do not wished to be bogged down with the story.

Additionally, I just went back to school and I am so happy. Believe me when your already working and helping society function and doing your daily grind. I swear school life is like vacation.