"Huff, Huff, Huff"
"Is this all you can do?" A somewhat dull voice sounded out.
It had a feeling to it that made it weaken the will of an enemy. As if it came from the bottom of hell, the voice had an eerie touch to it and if one's will were weak, such a person would be drowned in darkness and madness, forever lost from reality.
Bishop Enzo Giovanni stared at the speaker with a little bit of dejection and frustration in his eyes.
His current appearance was far different from when he made his first move. Right now his hair was disheveled with his pellegrina and cassock was also damaged at some parts. If not for it's high quality, the damage would have been worse.
Deval, on the other hand, wasn't as lucky as Bishop Enzo. Not only was his hair messed up, his body was also covered in injuries here and there.
As a close combat class, Deval had to approach the Emissary and fight him toe-to-toe. As such he didn't have the luxury of attacking from a distance like Bishop Enzo and this factor made him the most likely combatant to be injured. His turban was no where to be seen, possibly destroyed, as blood was dripping from his forehead. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself steady but even at that, they could all see that he wouldn't last for long.
If it wasn't for Bishop Enzo and Arman interrupting the Emissary, Deval might have lost his life.
Arman, thanks to his special class, was the least injured but even at that, he was quickly running out of mana and stamina.
All three of them had been walking on the edge of a cliff once they began fighting the Emissary. They all had to boost their perception to it's limits and doing such would consume their stamina at a faster rate.
'Deval is almost done. Enzo can still go on but we wouldn't be able to finish this battle quickly.' Arman stared at his partners as he assessed the battlefield in thought.
Even though their team was injured and weary, the Emissary looked unwinded and reposed. Arman though, was aware that this was due to the fact that it is a projection before but even still, the fact that it remained stable should that the main body didn't have a hard time keeping up.
A projection is the solidification of an individual's energy and presence to take form. Simply put, the individual send stheir consciousness alongside their energy, which would house the consciousness, to any location with a specific radius.
You can take it like a video call, where your imagery and audio sounds are sent to another person elsewhere. Here however, energy is sent over with part of or the entire consciousness being sent over to control the energy.
To defeat a projection, you either isolate it from the real world, preventing energy from being supplied to it and destroy it's current form or you destroy the projection faster than energy is supplied to it from the main body.
Arman and co, not being able to perfectly isolate the Emissary's projection, decided to try and destroy it faster than it can repair itself.
They would have tried to seal it but it was too strong for any seal in their possession.
They theorized that the main body must be at the maximum distance away from the projection. With that, the energy supply rate would be far slower than usual. As such they applied the idea of destroying the projection before it can recover however,they didn't know that they were in for a surprise.
'We could've won but he just powered up quickly. What was that sensation?'
Earlier on, when Bishop Enzo and Deval had joined the brawl, the team of Arman, Enzo and Deval had gotten the upper hand in their fight, easily forcing the Emissary to be on the defensive while getting a few attacks past his defense once in awhile.
But things took a sudden change 5 minutes into the bout. The Emissary had brought out a blood colored orb and smashed it, with red liquid spilling through the cracks and flowing into his body like mercury.
As the crimson liquid entered his body, the Emissary's aura took a sudden dive before bursting out with full force and new life.
The hazy matte mist around him even experienced a new change to it as apart from the feeling of chaos, destruction and darkness that permeated through being strengthened, it also gave a feeling of madness and suffering to anyone who stared too long or got in contact with it.
But of course, for people at the level of Arman, Enzo and Deval, they wouldn't simply be affected by just staring at it but each time they came in contact with the gas, the effects slowly strengthened. With the injuries they currently suffered, the effects of the mist further strengthened on them especially on Deval whose eyes exhibited a tinge of red due to the madness effect.
"Who the hell do you serve? The demon king doesn't have any authority over madness. Speak!" Bishop Enzo yelled at the Emissary.
"Foolish. As I said before, minor characters like yourselves aren't worthy of his name."
"Hmph." Frustrated at the reply, Bishop Enzo fired a light ray at the Emissary. "A weak god is indeed not worth my attention."
Maybe it was due to the madness also slight affecting or maybe he wanted to catch his breath by engaging in a conversation, Bishop Enzo seemed like he wouldn't stop till he got an answer.
He spammed low level spells while bad-mouthing the Emissary's god, in an attempt to make him lose his focus and reveal either an opening or his master's identity.
"Let me tell you something interesting. Haven't you wondered why the battle over there isn't over yet?" The Emissary chuckled abruptly.
Arman frowned at his words and also wondered the same.
Though their team was outnumbered 1:8, the NPCs were far stronger than the regular goblins so normally they should have won the battle. With the players on their side, their numbers got boosted even more, so for them to still haven't defeated the goblins either means that there are far more goblins than they thought or that something is going wrong.
'An elite unit? But even if they still had one, our men would be able to defeat them easily. Unless they are hiding and assassinating in the dark...but goblins aren't that smart. As time goes on they should be making errors except if there is someone controlling behind the scenes'
"You have a commander?" Arman stated exactly what was in his mind.
"Not just that. They should have arrived by now." The Emissary smirked as he stood still.
"They?" Seeing the Emissary not responding, Arman linked his vision with that of a mirror image he had planted earlier at the main battlefield.
Staring at the plain, he noticed a bunch of huge figures battling the human forces. Rather than battling, they seemed to just be throwing rocks or smashing their huge clubs all around.
Apart from them, there were a few elite goblins that actually used magic. Unlike the other goblins, these ones seemed more civilized as they aimed their attacks at the weak points of the human forces and while scurrying through the battlefield reeking havoc.
These two groups were actually Trolls and Goblin mages. Something the human troops from Riverdale never expected to encounter.
With his eyes fixed at the scene, Arman frowned even more. Bishop Enzo, who obviously had his own way of communicating with the team at the plains also frowned. Deval looked perplexed but seeing their faces, he realized that something must have gone wrong.
"Impressive right? It's only a matter of time before you end up wiped out. Give up."
A few seconds later, Arman smirked.
"I wonder, how long can you keep this form of yours? You should have been able to smuggle yourselves in somehow, but with the power level you have displayed right now, the Kingdom should be alerted.
Trying to make us quit so easily? I have one word for you. Foolish."
AN :
Mirror image is the same as a spacial reflection.
Well I have been busy for awhile now but after this Sunday, I will be free. So that means more chapters to make up for this week's mess. Remember, I am an author for fun(inspired by Saitama..) so my release rate might take a dive at times depending on real life private issues.