3.30 In Which the Dark Lord Goes to Hell and Gets a Souvenir

3.30 In Which the Dark Lord Goes to Hell and Gets a Souvenir

The Flats was another astonishingly scenic location, one more surprising example of how there were more picturesque spots under Dount than on it. Because apparently nothing in Fflyr hands could ever be worth a damn.

At first glance, it reminded me strikingly of an airplane hangarit had that shape. The cavern was longer than wide, with a smoothly arched roof, and its opposite end open to the empty sky, offering a horrifying view of the drop into eternal nothing. As everywhere else, goblins didnt seem to bother with safety rails. The name of the place doubtless came from the tiered floor, where flat sections of ground ascended in a series of short, smooth steps that looked carved by eons of water. Each step was a few centimeters at most, not an imposition even for goblins, but rising the length of the cavern they came to the highest point right at the open end, and there sat the Spirit altar. Its base was about at my waist level when I stood at the entrance, so about at eye height for the locals. The arched ceiling had been completely painted with those mixed murals goblins liked, and structures had been built along and into the walls. Down here at the front end, two other tunnels crossed the path right in front of us, a track for Sneppits tram running out of one and down the other.

And that first glance was all the time I had to take it in, because Hoy had beaten us here.

Too slow, and too weak, dipshit, he called, turning his head to grin at me over his shoulder without taking his hand off the top of the Spirits altar. Already the thing had no glowing head as normal; its usual blue-green lights were pulsing rhythmically up from the base, flickering to red where they reached his palm, and then resuming their normal color.

I had no idea what this process was, how long it took, or even how long hed been here; by all accounts he shouldnt have been able to beat us. That meant we had no time. Hoy had a brand-new entourage, nine other goblins with slingshots, who now spread themselves out in a line facing us as my own followers did likewise.

Biribo, I said quietly, do they have bombs?

I cant make hundred percent guarantees on finicky details at this range, boss, but Im mostly sure thosere just iron balls.

Mostly sure will have to do. I studied their formation, the terrain, the open end of the cavern, and contemplated as rapidly as I ever had in my life. All right. Im changing the plan. Swap ammo, everybody. Open with whatever explosive rounds youve got; aim to take out his support, not Hoy himself. Deeyo, Fire Lance any stragglers we miss. After that take your shots at Hoy if you get a clear one, but please try not to shoot us in the back. Aster.

I drew my rapier and stepped forward. She fell into step beside me, and then pulled slightly ahead, reaching up to draw her greatsword. I really appreciated how that things scabbard worked; you physically could not pull a sword that size out of a normal scabbard from that position, so it was open all along one side with an ingenious little clip-like device at the top, so she could snap it in and out at the base of the blade. Efficiency aside, it was great for showtime: she basically just reached up, grabbed the handle, and pulled the magic lever that left her with a big-ass blade resting across her shoulders in Cloud Strife pose.

Stay behind me, I murmured.

Fuck off, my lord.

Ah, thats my Aster. Living proof that loyalty and obedience are very different concepts.

I will give you once chance, I said, projecting; my voice boomed throughout the cavern. Hot damn, the acoustics in here were phenomenal. Why was this not being used as a concert venue? Surrender now, and youll be taken under my protection. Hoy may try to kill you if you do, but he will definitely try to kill you if you stay with him. Thats what hes done to every group of suckers Ive seen him lead so far. The Dark Lord shows mercy, when possible. Thats better than youll get from the Goblin King as his own loyal supporters.

I came to a stop, Aster pausing and then moving backward one step to stand alongside me. The goblins shuffled, glancing nervously and unhappily at each other; I was just close enough to see their expressions. It made me uncomfortably aware that I was about to kill people who were mostly fighting me because they were too scared to quit.

Well, fine. Killing people should never feel comfortable. We all do what we have to.

What the fuck? Hoy looked up from the Spirit again, incredulously. What are you morons doing? Just shoot his ass!

I had my amulet and Aster her chain mail, and we were far enough back that the artifacts werent neutralized by Hoys Void magic. Plus, I had Heal. Still, best not to get shot if we didnt have to. I raised my rapier overhead as the goblins brought up their slingshots and whipped it down to point at them. We hadnt prearranged the signal, but my people knew one when they saw one.

Slingshots twanged; Aster shifted in front of me, raising one arm to cover her face, and I tried to pull her back. As a result we both got hit, but glancing blows onlystill enough to nearly knock both of us down.

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The bombs impacted with beautiful precision; my slingers had taken aim at the feet of the enemy goblins, and I couldnt be sure but I suspected a couple had deliberately shot at Hoy so his Repulsion Aura would fling the incoming rounds back into his own defenders. Smoke, shrapnel, and pieces of goblins flew, and the entire line of them went down.

Including Hoy. Oh, he wasnt killed or probably even singed too badly, I never got to be that lucky. But it takes a special kind of person to stand their ground while everything around them was being pelted with grenades, and Hoys entire problem was that nothing about him was special. He yelled, staggering away from the Spirit and covering his head with both arms, also barely keeping on his feet amid the shrapnel.

I cast a quick Heal on myself and Aster.

Son of a fucking bitch, Hoy spat, turning to glare at us. A meter away, the Spirit had gone dark again. Whatever that Void process was, he had to start over.

So of course, he immediately lunged back for it, palm outstretched to slap down on top.

And I knew what I had to do, had known before I came here.

Unrelenting attack.

We both charged forward in unison, Aster going straight down the middle while I peeled to the side and drew my dagger, vanishing from sight. This time, Hoy had positioned himself behind the Spirit, facing the front of the cavern, and he wasnt having this.

Fire Lance! Fire Lance! Fire Lance! Fire Lance!

The first hit nailed Aster in the chest, singing her coat and stopping her momentum dead; the artifact mail should have protected her from serious injury, but I Healed her anyway. It was all I could do, as I had my own problems now. Hoy shot a Fire Lance at a pretty good guess of where I would be, and wouldve scored a hit had I not zigzagged immediately after going invisible. But he just kept throwing those damn things, and in the next three seconds I had two near misses. My Amulet of Final Luck wasnt going to do a whole lot against thatand hed accidentally found the weakness in my target-blocking ring. It didnt block shit if I wasnt being targeted.

All the trouble Id gone through to work around this damn artifact and this little green asshole immediately found a counter. I had the stray thought that I clearly wasnt using it as effectively as Lady Gray had, which was good, because the resulting surge of venomous rage was exactly what I needed to keep myself motivated and charging forward.

Fire Lance!

Heal!

Hed found another counter, unfortunately; I wasnt going to let him just blast Aster to bits. Already her overcoat was in charred rags, revealing the form-fitting silver-white mail beneath, and the artifacts effect of drawing fire toward itself and away from uncovered areas was probably the only reason she hadnt lost a limb, or her head.

Fire Lance! FIRE LANCE, asshole!

Deeyo tried, bless him. Those fire spells flickered away to nothing by the time they got within two meters of Hoy, though. The Void witch, who I could usually rely on to stop what he was doing and ineptly trash-talk in the middle of a fight, only gave Deeyo a contemptuous glance before resuming his barrage at Aster. He seemed to get the stakes here. Of all the damn times for this idiot to finally pull some professionalism out of his ass.

I was closing fast, but I knew the invisibility would fade once I got close to sword range. Maybe Deeyos covering fire would at least distract Hoy enough that I could

Nope. His eyes suddenly shifted, locking onto me the instant I was a vague outline. I was just out of range to lunge at him. He wasted time pointing his finger at me and shouting the spell, having apparently forgotten I was untargetable

Force Wave!

Aw, fuck, wrong spell.

Well, I did regain my invisibility as I was sent hurtling backward. Unfortunately, now Hoy knew roughly where I wasbut only in a general sense, which meant he could just hammer the vicinity with Fire Lances and my ring wouldnt protect me. Aster was down; struggling to get back to her feet, but those repeated spellfire hits had taken a lot out of her, even with my Healing.

And then a green streak with a punk rock haircut shot out of one of the side structures, beelining for Hoy.

He saw the motion and reflexively turned, but having been about to fire at me he was all the way in the wrong orientation, having not expected an attack from that direction.

Zui hopped nimbly over the body of a blown-up goblin, hit the smooth stone floor on her knees in a gloriously absurd powerslide, and cannoned right into him just as he turned toward her. Hoys belated shift in position only meant that her uppercut hit him right between the legs.

At least half a dozen people hissed in sympathy; the wonderful acoustics meant I heard them all.

Their decaying mass filled the world, occupying most of the space between the core of the broken planet and the surface of the islands. Justan endless expanse of slaughtered cosmic monsters. Broken claws bigger than skyscrapers lay scattered, unthinkably colossal bones connecting them to city-sized tentacles that lay slumped, half-dissolved into rotted slime. Vast eyeballs like lakes and mountains were clouded in death, or popped and collapsed, staring into the infinite nothingness of the blank, green sky.

Whatever calamity had destroyed Ephemera had clearly killed even its eldritch horrors. Just what kind of powers were Virya and Sanora messing around with?

Look, man, I said, immensely satisfied to find my voice even, I know you like to blame me for all of your disappointments in life, but I have no idea what the fuck this even is.

What the fuck this is, he hissed, is that you got us sent to the Void, you stupid fuck! Physically! We are in the fucking Void!

Ohhh, right, of course. Because I was fucking around with devils and Voidifying Spirits. I forgot it was me who did that.

We cant be here! Hoy shrieked. Nothing but devils can live in the Void!

Okay, well I shrugged and made a vague gesture with my rapier. Here we are, though.

I thought he was gonna have an aneurysm right on the spot. Dude was so dementedly angry he could only make a one-handed throttling motion at me, not even trying to attack with the weapon he was holding.

The ex-Spirit, now Void altar, interrupted our extremely productive debate with what passed for an explanation.

Isolation sequence successful. User hierarchy will now be resolved. One user per activation, please.

It had that processed, resonant quality that Spirit voices did, but this was nothing like their usual delivery; rather than mimicking human intonation it was deliberately flat, clinical, like one of those AI-generated robot voices except even worse.

Me! Im the user!Hoy screamed, waving his polearm about in impotent rage. I corrupted you! You will serve me, Spirit!

This node is compromised. Spirit routines are inactive. User-on-user elimination is deemed improbable in this instance. Hierarchy will be determined by level of system access.

Did we really need to be sent to an alternate dimension to do that? I demanded. Seriously, if youre just gonna play twenty questions, what was wrong with Ephemera?

User requests will be processed by ambient local magic. State your requests.

I demand power! Hoy yelled, beating me to the punch. Whatever power you are supposed to give me! In the name of the devil Ozyraph, you will grant meuhspells! Void magic! Goddammit, whatever you were supposed to!

User Ozyraph is not present. Directive unclear.

Ohnow I saw how this worked. I understood why a Spirit had told me to push the attack now, to stay in contact with this while it went down.

And I finally understood what another Spirit had done to prepare me for this moment, before Id even considered it.

Hey, Im Omura Seiji, I said. Champion of Virya. I believe she should have some access credentials, yes?

You cant fucking do that! Hoy screamed, lunging at me with his polearm. Fortunately he was too mad to focus on magic; I deflected his wild swing with my sword and kicked him again, hard. He went tumbling ears-over-boots to impact the glowing hex-wall, dropping his weapon in a daze.

Administrator Virya is not present. User hierarchy cannot be resolved by affiliation.

Okay, I said. It was worth a try, but I still had the advice Head Start had given me. Then if youll examine myuhaura? Magical data storage? Whatever it is, youll seeAdministrator Virya gave me the unique ability of spell combination.

Confirmed.

All right, so far, so good. Youll also find I have an un-activated spell, Cast Illusion. I would like a copy of the spell Create Material, to be integrated with it using my spell combination, according to the following parameters

Confirmed. Access granted to user Omura Seiji. Notation has been attached for fulfillment of these conditions by Administrator Virya. Combined spell has now been installed.

Wait, no, I wanted

I felt it burst behind my mind the way gaining new spells usually did, except this was different. Cast Illusion took on a formone I had not designated for itand combined with the new spell, Create Material. It was totally unlike my own fumbling attempts to make spell combination work. It was seamless, fluid, and utterly precise, guided by the system itself and not my inept jury-rigging.

And it gave me the ability to conjure what Virya thought I should. Immediately I sympathized with Hoy. The rage suddenly pounding in my temples felt like it wanted to explode out of them. Was there nothing she couldnt stick her greedy little fingers into and fuck up for me?

User hierarchy resolved, the dead Spirits voice intoned flatly. Reward administered. Users will now be removed from the dimensional insulation layer. Thank you for participating in Test World Six.

No, Hoy whispered, his voice cracking. Youre not evenyou cant

Looks like I just did, sport, I said, giving him my most insufferable smile. The fury pounded in me, but unlike him, I rode the wave like an expert surfer instead of letting it just throw me wherever it wanted. Rage filled my limbs with tingling energy, and I remained lucid atop the current.

I lunged at him with my sword, and got Force Waved again for my trouble.

This time, though, I landed neatly on my feet, outside theoh, huh. The wall was gone. So was the Void. We were back, and there was a lot of yelling.

Boss! Biribo shouted, zipping around my head in a full circle. What happened?! Are you okay?

I didnt answer, because I was really enjoying the sight of Hoy having to dodge a massive greatsword sweep from Aster. Just because the artifacts powers didnt work against him didnt change the fact that it was a big chunk of sharpened metal (or akornin? I didnt actually know) capable of cleaving a man in half, in the hands of a fit woman twice his height. He barely got out of range with his head still on, which resulted in him dodging right into Zuis brass knuckles.

Blood flew, along with a tooth, and Hoy went spinning into the now-inert Spirit altar, bonking the side of his face against it. He managed to stay conscious, though, tumbling to the ground in a roll that brought him upright a couple meters distant, back toward the front of the cavern.

That put him directly in the line of fire of my goblin allies, plus Nazralind and Adelly, all of whom immediately unloaded at him. His Repulsion Aura meant none of the projectiles hitand in fact, Zui had to skitter back as they began to ricochetbut every impact was wearing that aura down.

We had him on the ropes, and he knew it. Even his magic seemed to be fading, otherwise Zui couldnt have landed such an effective hitnor could I, for that matter. I could see the looming realization of it in his eyes. The combination of rage and satisfaction roared through me like Well, I kind of regretted never having tried cocaine, now. I bet it must feel something like this.

Dont you dare look smug, the defeated Void witch snarled. You got one win; youll get no more. You dont have what it takes, you worthless tallboy fucker.

Oh, let me just show you what I have, I declaimed, letting the showtime take me.

I could feel it there, hovering in my awareness. Forming the weight of magic as I brought it to the forefront of my thoughts, ready to deploy. Viryas latest joke at my expense, my much-anticipated combination of Cast Illusion and Create Material squandered to make this.

Wellstill. It was ridiculous, and I did not doubt she was laughing her ass off at me, but still. In an ass-backward place like Ephemera? Yeah, I couldnt say it was worthless. In fact, I could get a lot of mileage out of this. Starting right now.

I call upon the arbiter of the fates! I thundered, my voice booming from the arched walls around us. I invoke the slayer of uncounted champions, the valkyrie who ferries the souls of heroes to wage their eternal Ragnarok! Come to my side, faithful guardian of the road between worlds! Summon Delivery Truck!!