Chapter 907: An Unlikely Party

Chapter 907: An Unlikely Party

Magic threads spread out from the dragons body, covering any injuries it had sustained. Two wingsone orange and one purpleflapped, lifting the creature into the air. Raw power mixed with hatred emanated from it, having an effect on even the top-level awakened.

Thats a great dragon, Dallion thought. It would have been nice if he could use his empathy skills to resolve this without a fight. It would be even better if he could make the creature his familiar. Compared to Aquilequia, all the dragons so far seemed like kittens; not only the dragonlets and young adolescents, but the two ancient ones Dallion had met as well.

You can stop pretending, mageling, the dragon snorted, splitting into three instances. In two, its head turned to its right, staring seemingly at nothing. Youre not particularly good at it.

Initially, nothing happened. After a few seconds, a flicker of purple light flashed half a mile away, revealing Eleria of the Shimmering Circle. The mage seemed rather well, considering the circumstances. Even so, it was no secret she would have preferred not to be there.

Now, amuse me! All three instances of the dragon flew in different directions.

One darted straight towards Eleria, another swooped down towards Abla and the surrounding gathering, while the first specifically targeted Dallion. There was no time for hesitation.

Spark spiral! He executed the attack.

Every awakened knew that they had to hide their trump cards until their last moment. Using powerful skills carelessly provided information to the world, inevitably weakening the owner in the long term. When facing an opponent of this caliber, though, not going all out was risking a quick death.

A thin curvy line of white emerged, constantly growing as it flew to strike the dragon. Although strong, it wasnt a difficult attack to counter. To Dallions surprise, that instant of the dragon merely faded away.

Knowing he had to take the initiative, Dallion burst into instances, flying towards the two remaining dragon instances.

The one that attempted to attack Abla was quickly met by a pair of flying weapons. All except Tors were aware they had to be on guard, so they reacted as Dallion had. Eleria was the only exception, choosing to flee while casting minor protective spells rather than take the creature head on. The mages form flickered, then vanished, likely teleporting miles away.

The flying weapons changed form, extending so as to tear off as many dragon scales as possible. Before they got the chance, the instance faded away, leaving the one in the air.

Its toying with us, Abla said, full of frustration. If he were in better condition, he would have loved matching strength with such a dangerous specimen. As he was, though, his motivation for fighting was to stay alive.

No, Dallion corrected. Its scouting us. Just like area improvers, only we are the area.

Ive never seen anything like this, Vihrogon said within Dallions realm. I think youll need me for this.

As he spoke, Dallion summoned the armadil shield and cast a levitation spell on it.

Gem, Dallion said. Wrap me.

Slight confusion emanated from the aetherfish, but it emerged as well, covering Dallion like a thick layer of jelly. While unable to heal as efficiently as Lux, the familiar knew a fair number of spells and, more importantly, had the ability to multiply any spell Dallion cast.

Dallions hands and fingers moved at great speed, starting the ray of destruction spell, while also holding two weapons. To anyone beneath a level hundred, it would seem that he had grown two more arms. At such speeds, even reality itself would agree to the illusion.

I shouldnt have used all my echo cylinders, Dallion thought. Even with infinity in the awakened realms, it would be too risky trying to make more now. The moment of confusion upon returning to the real world would be more than enough for Aquilequia to take advantage.

Why didnt you escape centuries ago? Dallion asked. His aim wasnt to get an answer from the dragon, but rather use the pride within it as a wedge to perform further attacks.

Aquilequia either understood what he was going for, or didnt particularly care, for instead of an answer she swung around, slapping Dallion with her tail.

Now, it was his turn to feel pain. The moment the dragon had chosen had precisely coincided with the one he used to create a new wave of instances. In his mind, he could almost see the red rectangle of damage as he flew back, all his other instances instantly fading away.

Knowing better than admitting defeat in the slightest, Dallion combat split again just as the pain spread through his body. It was a good thing he did, too, for Aquilequia followed up her attack by having thousands of her scales break off her body and propel towards him, like a wave of bullets.

Shes learning fast, the harpsissword said.

Of course she is, Dallion thought. She was a magic awakened being that had the benefit of observing the actions of those that attacked her. It didnt help that the attempt on Ablas life had forced many to reveal some of their hidden moves. Looking back, Dallion was outright astonished he had managed to survive so long. So much of what hed done during his early levels was outright wrong. The only reason he had won was because most of his opponents were no better and those that were had much more significant matters to worry about.

Dont think too poorly of yourself, dear boy. Youre actually holding your own against a great dragon.

Maybe, Dallion muttered. But Im not winning.

Two more spiral attacks filled the air, sending a slight shot of pain up his arms. Despite his best attempts, that remained an attack he couldnt use as often as he would have liked. Each next strike risked numbing his hands which, in turn, could disrupt the spell he needed for victory.

Dallions mind raced as it tried to come up with the optimal combination of skills. The truth was that while in the air, spellcraft and music remained his best options. Everything else was either rendered useless because of Aquilequias speed and aether coating, or helped in a purely defensive capacity. As Dallion had grown to know well, defense didnt win battles, it only provided a better opportunity for attack.

A new instance of the dragon spiraled towards Dallion. The movement was elegant, almost mesmerizing. The goal, without a doubt, was to eliminate as many of his instances in a new wave of fire, before following up with another scale attack. Not a bad plan, considering that each action killed off about a hundred instances on average.

Just then, a metalin the size of a building flew up from the ground and launched two thirty-foot lances at the dragon. Naturally, the particular instances quickly faded out of existence.

A mecha? Dallion couldnt believe his eyes. Unlike all the metalins hed seen so far, this one had more than a passing resemblance to the giant sci-fi robots from earth. It was large, blocky, made entirely out of sky silver and sun gold, and had way more decorations than were functionally necessary. Also, several of its parts glowed bright purple with magic.

You wont be able to take it on yourself. The Counts voice came from the metalin. Well have to team up on this one.

Count? Dallion asked. Whats this?

The last remaining living armor, given to the Order as a present from saint Jeremy.

Internally, Dallion laughed. Only an otherworlder would have come up with something like thata faithful recreation of an Earth toy made with what the awakened world had to offer. Both as a mage and a forger, Dallion was impressed at the skill and effort that had been put in creating such an artifact. He also acknowledged the waste. The creator could have single-handedly pulled out the world from its medieval level of development into modernity. And yet the person had chosen to forge a toy instead.

Are you up for it?

COUNT and ABLA TAMIN have invited you to their party.

Do you accept?

A purple rectangle flashed in front of Dallion. Before the fraction of time it took to disappear was over, he had already accepted twice.