Chapter 137: How to troll a hundred million demons

Chapter 137: How to troll a hundred million demons

Time ticked down and no more demonic waves appeared. The Castrum Mortis moved back outside the gatehouse and there continued scanning the horizon. It seemed restless. A few gears within its hips made a worrying grinding sound as it moved, and Jessica ejected her Omni from the Somnia so that she could move to hover around its workings and fix whatever had gone wrong.

The Somnia stood still, head bowed, an alien and magnetically beautiful statue in the center of the bailey.

So that was it? asked Denzel. He leaned against the balconys stone railing, munching on a chunk of manna bread Jessica had manifested through her Omni. Everybody was chowing down, but James could tell that nobody went more than a few minutes without checking the count-down clock. A momentarily vacant expression would cross their face as they gazed out into the middle distance.

I think this level wasnt ready for us, said Jason.

Hell no it wasnt! Yadriel raised his hand for a hi-five. We were too much motherfuckin sand for its little truck.

Right, said Jason weakly, hi fiving Yadriel. What I meant was that we brought way too much firepower to this knife fight. Which makes me wonder how a regular team would have fared. A group that would be leveling up from the first level, trying to keep their chin above water.

Hakim pushed his spectacles up his nose. Wed probably be seeing the same form of attrition that we saw during the Nemesis waves. People being cut down as only the strongest survived. If youre correct - and I believe you are - then this level would have been truly desperate. Even with our enormous spiritual resources we felt a little pressure. Imagine if we were a couple of hundred levels lower.

Ouch, winced Denzel.

Not good, agreed Olaf.

Glad we aint playing this game straight, then. Yadriel tore a chunk out of his bread and chewed with his mouth open.

Jessicas Omni flew back over the wall, its silver sphere incongruous against the medieval architecture. Ive managed to restore the Castrums mechanical integrity. The armor plating isnt comprehensive as it needs sufficient space between the plating for mobility. Im worried about itll fare against future waves.

One way to find out, said James. We can always teleport back up if we need to get another one, right?

True. Anyway, I want to examine those glass chambers at the top of the towers. Theyre fascinating. I wish we had a Structuralist with us.

Is it worth my teleporting one in? asked James.

Let me take a look first. It doesnt feel responsible to bring some so low leveled down here without doing my due diligence first.

Sounds good, said James. When I saw the levels from outside the system, I saw them overlapped, remember?

Yes.

The uppermost layer - superimposed as it was -was this ruined mess. But the farther down I looked, or the deeper into it I looked, or whatever, the more ordered and figured out it became. And one of them had these, like James frowned, trying to disentangle the memory. Blue channels of light? That wove around the building? Im getting a headache just thinking about it, but it felt connected to the towers.

Hmm. Perhaps there is a way to restore the technology. Ill take a look. So saying, she soared up to the closest lens room.

Talking about technology, said Denzel. Remember what I told you about those cogs and things? Theres more going on in the walls.

And in the basement levels, said Serenity. We saw huge pistons down there. It felt like we were ants that had dropped inside an old school watch. This - And she waved at the castle. This aint even the half of whats going on here.

So - what does that mean? James took a bite from his bread. This castle is a transformer?

Autobots roll out! shouted Yadriel in delight. Maybe this bitch up and becomes Optimus Prime, yo!

We already have an Optimus Prime, said Jason with a wry smile. Or did you miss our Castrum Mortis?

James checked the countdown timer. We got another three hours or so till the timer counts down. From what I saw of the lower levels, its just a series of castles just like this one. Either we move down to a version of this place, or stay here and its just survival rounds.

Tower defense, said Yadriel approvingly. One of my favorite games. Especially when we all got cheat codes.

Miriam half-raised her hand.

You dont have to raise your hand, said James.

Oh. Right. Well, you described what you saw in the lower levels being versions of this castle, correct? And we know that each round will feature tougher opponents coming at us? Perhaps were meant to upgrade the castle between rounds to ensure we survive whats to come next? The lensrooms, the mechanical aspects, and so forth?

James considered what hed seen. The massive bands of blue light, the huge articulated walls that had risen, the movement of new defenders fighting off the foes.

I think youre right. A twist of impatience wormed within him. But you know what? Lets try something else.

Oh, I love it when James get crazy, said Denzel.

Yeah, either billions die, or - what? Yadriel met everyones stares in surprise. I didnt say it was like, his fault or anything.

Jelly? Fly out toward the horizon. If the upgradeable defenses are already here and we can activate them, then maybe the next rounds enemies are out there, waiting to be activated.

You got it, boss! Jelly zipped away, a flash of gold that disappeared over the ruined outer buildings.

Hes cute, said Serenity. Calling you boss like I do. So much better than a pet. No poop.

At least yours has personality, said Denzel. Ours are like chatbots. Speak only when spoken to, answer questions usually with an I dont know and just offer passive ability buffs.

Jason grinned lazily. Next apocalypse you might want to grab the gloria first, then.

Right, said Denzel. Ill hold onto that tip.

Jessicas Omni was floating around the lensroom, a gleaming sphere that occasionally let forth a curtain of green light that played over the chambers interior. The Castrum stood stoically, alert and focused on possible threats. Three hours to go.

Anybody who wants can go check out the machines underground, said James. Stay close and keep an ear out. Im going to wait for Jellys report on the wall.

James pivoted and glanced up at Jessica. Her Omni had entered the lensroom and was now examining parts of it up close. Jason was experimenting with his flight, exploding into the equivalent of sprints through the air, blurring as he burst forth and then stopped on a dime.

Serenity was lounging on the Castrums foot, fingers interlaced behind her head, ankles crossed, having fished out a pair of aviators from somewhere as she napped.

James frowned. Thoughts swirled, coalesced, and he nodded.

Jessica! he called. Then: Jason, summon those below.

Jason paused in his antics, frowned in confusion, then nodded and dove into one of the huge holes.

James hopped off the tower, plummeted to the ground, landed neatly, and waited for everyone in the center of the ruined gate.

Jessicas Omni flew down. James?

New plan. I think youre going to like it.

Ive already learned a lot from the technology on display above. This place was clearly not meant to be examined by a level 500 Battle Engineer. First, Ive detected evidence that each round was meant to last twenty-four hours, not six.

That right? James raised both brows. You sure?

Completely. All manner of resets and cycles are designed to work on twenty-four hour time frames. Its all been changed to match the new six hour round, but its the equivalent of a coder changing the code but neglecting to edit the comments or deleting the now defunct parts.

James considered this and then slowly grinned. We got them on their heels.

Its clear they didnt think we needed twenty-four hours.

Its more than that. Theyre scrambling to fix their own fucking Pits. This place wasnt designed to challenge nine Lords of the Increate. Were cake walking their show and theyre pissed.

Serenity strolled up. Whos pissed?

Whoevers running this shit show. All his emotions started to come roaring up, the anger, the grief, the horror, the trauma. Everything his arete had allowed him to process and displace and compartmentalize. James leaped, flew back up to the top of the tower, landed on the buckled flagstones and strode up to the parapet once more. Jelly came rushing in to circle him, but James trained his gaze on the roiling clouds that obscured the heavens.

You guys mad? James pitched his roar to carry, his tone thunderous. You guys upset were kicking over your sandcastles? This not how its meant to go?

James? called Serenity from below. Maybe dont piss off the demon overlords?

Nah, fuck em, said James. He felt like a fury elemental, in control but not wishing to restrain himself. The poor bastards thought wed be easy prey. Didnt you? He raised his voice again. You thought wed just follow your cues blindly, ey? That wed march like sheep into the slaughter house? But now look at you. Cheating again and again to stay ahead of us. Moving the Pits up, then cutting the cycles down. You poor pathetic shits! You can kill us by the billions but youre still falling over yourselves to keep ahead of us, to keep us challenged, to stop this from being a fucking laugh. Well it wont work!

James searched the heavens, waiting for a response. Nothing came.

Were just getting started, you pathetic absurdities. With your horns and masks, your wings and black fire. Fucking second-rate vaudevillian knock-off villains who cant do better than kill the weak and pretend to be in control. Well, I hope youre paying close attention, you shit stain lickers. Im about to put on a real show.

His words were swallowed by the vastness of the desert.

James swallowed his fury, turned, hopped back down, landed neatly as the others ran up from below.

Whats going on? asked Olaf. James, what is wrong?

Only our approach. Listen, all of you. Gather up.

The other seven and Jessicas Omni drew in close.

This is how this place is supposed to work. Every six hours another wave is loosed, tougher than the last. Were meant to jump through hoops and fix this castle up so its defenses can help us withstand each successive assault. Well face another eight assaults Im guessing, and then be allowed to actually move on down to the nineteenth level. Jelly just confirmed that there are hundreds of millions of demons encircling the castle just beyond the horizon, waiting for their roll call, with some dipshit white kid demon at the very back as the big boss.

Yadriel blinked. A dipshit white kid?

But were not going to play ball. Waste of time. Were still too powerful for this place. And any time we find ourselves doing whats expected of us we lose. So were going to take the initiative and go on the attack.

Miriam half raised her hand again, but quickly caught herself and snatched it back down. Were going to attack hundreds of millions of demons?

Yeah. But first were going to fuck with them.

Ok, said Serenity. Tell me how were gonna troll a hundred million demons.

We each have, what, eight Host Angels left? Thats 72 of them. It takes them about thirty seconds to reform after being killed. Im not going to bother with the math, but if we drop them off in front of this army, theyre going to be -

- pissed, interjected Denzel.

Growing exponentially, said Kerim softly. Of course. 288 of them at the end of the first minute. Over a thousand by the end of the second minute. Almost 5,000 by the end of the third. Almost 300,000 by the end of the fifth minute.

We have three hours before the next round, said James. There are hundreds of millions of demons, but well soon have just as many Host Angels.

Fucking brilliant, said Serenity. But wait. At some point their numbers wont matter, not when they reach demons that are just too tough for them.

Thats when we come in, said James. The angels will have removed the filler. Well -

- bring the killer, cut in Denzel. Oh, sorry. Im just getting excited.

We cant trust those little fucks to hustle out there, said Yadriel. We gotta drop them off front and center.

No problem. Lets mount up. I want to get this show started.