Chapter 538: Aggressive Recruitment

Chapter 538: Aggressive Recruitment

A broad grinrevealing row upon row of demonic fangsspread across Kaz-Mowangs face, malice gleamed in his eyes like a cruel child who'd just received a new toy to break.

But beneath that smile? An incalculable ageless rage simmered.

Well, well, what treachery is this? he snarled.

Alexs eyes were fixed on the portal, measuring distance, tuning out Kaz-Mowangs arrogant voice.

Tell me, is Hannar-Cim with you now? Or is she hiding elsewhere? The bull-headed demon glanced around. Or maybe

Everyone grab on! Alex shouted.

His companions reached for him.

Kaz-Mowangs expression dropped.

And his tridents tines flared with golden lightning. Bolts of power danced between the prongs.

Before Alex could utter the second syllable of his incantation, lightning tore toward them with a hungry crackle, raising the hairs on their bodies.

Claygon moved, jumping between them and the bolt.

Iron still covered him.

No! Claygon! Get

The lightning bolt struck, arcing through his iron coating, current arcing through Claygons stone form. Alex felt havoc rage through the golems mana pathways as shock waves streaked through their link.

Lightning flashedusing the iron like a nodehungry magic curved outward, rushing through their companions.

And in that moment, searing pain was all Alex knew.

His body stiffened, turned completely rigid, and every muscle locked. Heat burned him to the core and his saliva steamed, his hair sparked, rising straight up.

Beside him, choking noises escaped Thundars throat and Ezeraks growls were anguished

but the others were unharmed.

Ripp, Guntile, and Kyembe had jumped clear before the lightning hit, and were coming for Kaz-Mowang. Ripps knives were out as he surged forward, Kyembes ring built power, and Guntiles hand blurred into her bag, whipping a flurry of stones at the looming monster blocking their escape.

His self-satisfied grin turned to a scowl as the stones found their target, detonating like pops of thunder exploding against his hide. The greater demon stumbled back and as the lightning sputtered, Alex, Thundar, and Ezeraks limp bodies dropped to the ground.

Claygon was struggling to free himself, and havoc still raged through his mana pathways, he shuddered like a wind-caught leaf. Alexs mana twitched and twisted: something in the tridents lightning attacked mana, completely disrupting it.

Kyembe snarled, poised to unleash the power of hellfire, but Kaz-Mowangs voice suddenly boomed: Wait!

His hoof pounded the ground beneath him. I meant you no harm mortals, I was simply getting your attention. You would be corpses if I actually wanted you dead. Lets talk, shall we?

His army ringed the portal as he spoke, forming a wall that promised death.

He then tapped his trident against the ground rhythmically, demonic warriors abruptly stepped through the portal and into the world beyond.

There now, theyll be waiting to welcome the first of you to go through your little portal, he said, his voice disturbingly cheery. Now no one will flee my glorious presence toosoon. We have business to attend to! Much to discuss!

Celpahophon, Kaz-Mowangs enormous, fly-headed archivist, buzzed up beside his master and took out a quillsomething that looked suspiciously like a human bone with a sharpened tipand an inkwell of red liquid from the folds of his pig-like body.

Gleefully, he captured his masters every word.

The only thing we want to talk about is you and your goons moving aside, Guntile snorted, holding her stones high. Before we kill you.

Her words were strong, but a note of fear lay in her voice. The half-orcs eyes were scanning the massive army ringing the portalstanding between them and freedomand Alex knew she had come to the same conclusion he had: they were in trouble.

Breaking through the demon army would be tough on such open groundhis team would be surrounded in a heartbeat since more monsters waited beyond the portal. Ezerak, him, and Thundar were still suffering the effects of the lightning strike, and Claygon still fought to recover, his frustration bleeding through their link. The aeld staffs mana was shuddering and sparking frantically.

Things were grim.

And from the smug look on Kaz-Mowangs face, he knew it too. Lets not be too hasty with the killing. After all, I have no interest in killing you. His grin widened. I only want information.

Ezeraks tattoos had stopped shuddering and Thundar was gripping his weapon with conviction.

The Thameish wizards mercenaries looked at him over their shoulders, waiting for instructions: any signal to attack.

Alex caught Kyembes eye, and his nod to the Spirit Killer was barely perceptible.

But those sharp crimson eyes hardened.

The half-dark elf turned back to Kaz-Mowang, his shoulders going slack.

Around the demon, his army bristled with a mix of hunger, anticipation and disappointment: the outcome they wanted was clear. Peaceful solutions were not on their minds.

Celpahophon gurgled. You would be wise to take my masters offer! His glory knows no bounds and in the shade of such glory, you can only prosper! Come! Become a part of his chronicle! His voice bubbled with something akin to worship. You will not regret it.

Do you truly mean this? Kyembe asked, taking a hesitant step forward. His eyes shone, he rubbed his hands together greedily. You shall make us wealthy beyond our wildest dreams?

Kyembe? Alex whirled on the mercenary, his voice shocked. What are you doing? We have a deal!

Indeed, and how much are you paying me again? the Spirit Killer looked at him pointedly. Enough to face down an entire army? I think wealth beyond our wildest dreams is a little more enticing. Come now, join me. We need not die for foolishness.

Alex looked at him carefully: not long ago such words would have meant the mans end. Buteven though his body language wasn't easy to readhed found trust in the mercenary; he had half-burned himself to death to save him from Yantrahpretaye, hadnt he?

That tended to do a lot for ones trust in another.

However, Kaz-Mowang didnt need to know that.

Alex scowled at the lean man as though in disgust. The others were catching on to the ruse, shifting uncomfortably, while their eyes measured the enemy ranks for weaknesses.

The young wizard himselfprepared to call on the Travellers power.

You know, Kyembe, Alex growled. You can be a real bastard.

You would be wise to listen to your subordinate, Celpahophon suggested. Do not throw your life away over nothing.

I Alex made a show of looking at his companions with a mask of emotional agony, as though he was being torn apart by internal turmoil.

Kaz-Mowangs smile positively dripped glee.

Meanwhile, Kyembes ringfacing away from the demonswas slowly starting to glow. Eldritch power poured into it. Burns crept up his arm.

Alex tensed.

I do have one question, Kyembe slowly turned back to the demon. How would

He cut his own sentence off.

His ring-hand snapped up.

White hellfire blazed brighter than before, andeven more burns seared his arm from the extra power pouring into the ring. Even from his distance, heat washed over Alex, he slammed his eyes shut, tears running freely as he spoke the incantation for Planar Doorway.

The white beam screamed from Kyembes ring with a crackle of bursting bone, arcing straight for Kaz-Mowangs sneering face.

His wings snapped outhe shot awayclaws grabbing the fawning archivist.

Master? Celpahophon shrieked, the greater demons powerful hand gripped him as they ascended. Whatre youNo! No please! I must record your gloryAaaaargh!

His adored master threw the screaming, fly-headed demon in the path of the beam streaking toward him. Blinding light flashed, the archivist erupted in a cloud of ash, hungry hellfire ran wild, seeking the ranks of Kaz-Mowangs army, turning row upon row of pazuzites into boiling metal and ash.

But the fly-headed demons sacrifice had given his master what hed sought, the chance to escape the hellfire blazing below.

Kyembe cursed.

Oh shit! Thundar lifted his mace. Were in for it now.

Above them, Kaz-Mowangs wings beat the air, but his expression hadnt changed: even with his archivists death, he exuded utter confidence, levelling his trident at his enemies.

Fall on them with all the wrath of Jaretha! he roared. But do not kill them: I want them alive. His eyes lit up. You will work for me, mortals, even if you have to lose a limb or two before you realise it! Attack, my minions!

And the final battle to escape Cretalikon began.