Chapter 11: fighting

  Momonga walked forth. The forest that she was in was an awfully dense thing, and plenty of pnt life got in her way. Though, she didn’t really mind. After all, her mind was on other things.

  Such as, her strategies for fighting Shalltear. The whole situation made her blood boil before her emotional suppression went off and cooled her head and mind. This brought forth even more strategizing, even after her game pn had already been pnned out.

  “This shall not happen again,” she swore to herself as she pushed a tree out of the way and it bent back to stand, “If I find whoever did this. I shall make them pay,” she said with utter contempt as she then kicked a log out of the way.

  She soon made it to the clearing in which Shalltear was standing. The true-blooded vampire was still standing there. It was as if she was a statue. Her body was even unaffected by the wind. Her hair was still as the rest of her.

  Momonga looked around the clearing, probing with several spells as she did so, yet she found only the tomb looking into this fight. She nodded her head as she stepped forward, then stepped back and decided to prep some buffs.

  “Well, if no one is to interrupt me, then I shall take this time to buff myself,” she said, and raised her arms as a staff appeared in her hand.

  It was a simple, yet powerful thing. After all, it was a prototype for the guild staff. Weaker than the real thing, yet still potent. She felt her magic and spells ruin through the thing as she looked to the sky.

  The clearing danced with dozens of magic spells that she cast upon herself. For around twenty minutes, she strengthened herself. The spells that she used were unable to be cast by others not of her css. Many of them simply buffed her attack, both normal and magical.

  She stopped, her mana pool a bit lower than it had been before. She then looked forward again, looking into Shalltear’s bnk eyes. What she saw made her sigh in slight sadness.

  She then flexed her magic once more. Magic circles danced around her, their blue light casting light across her features. They towered into the heavens and rose wide across the area. This was super tier magic, the magic of the divine.

  “Hm, well I guess I better continue to make use of this,” she said and cast her first spell of the battle, “Super tier magic: fallen down.”

  The light crashed inward, her mana dipping a tad bit more. the nd around her was obliterated. The pnt life was eradicated, the animals were exterminated. All that was left was sand, the stone and dirt beneath her feet ground into dust and sand.

  Then, the light faded, and there stood Shalltear, donned in her full armor, still carrying her nce. Yet this time, her face was alive. Her gaze still told Momonga that this wasn’t yet done. Though, this was still going to be a battle, if her smile was anything to say about it.

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  “Shalltear, how are you feeling?” her mistress said with worry, “I don’t know what has happened to you, but I need to know how you are feeling; as well as what you think of me,” she said, which changed her look of violence filled lust for her dy to that of confusion.

  “I am feeling fine, I think,” she said, “But I want to fight you, for some odd reason. I also want to fuck you senseless, but that is on the back burner,” she expined, and Momonga grimaced.

  “Well, I would rather you not, “fuck me senseless.” You seem to have partially mind controlled by a world level item. I’m going to have to kill you to reset you. I’m sure you won’t this easy for me, won’t you?” she asked, and Shalltear smiled.

  “Of course not, my dy! I was simply thinking about fun this will be! After all, it is not every day that one might be able to face a supreme being in combat!” she said and rushed forth.

  Momonga simple brought her bde from her inventory to bare, and blocked.

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  Demiurge walked forward into the room where the rest of the floor guardians pnned to pn out more of a sound strategy with their dy. The room was spacious, the simple table in the middle of the room was low, with tea pced upon it for them to drink, not that they needed to drink at all.

  Albedo sat at the table, with a cup of tea in her hands. Cocytus was also there. He stood off to the side, frost filling the air by his head when he breathed. A mirror of remote viewing was in front of him, by where Demiurge would sit.

  He sat down, waiting for the lovely overseer Albedo to pce her cup on its saucer. She took her time, drinking the whole before pcing it down on the table. She then looked at her compatriot with a slight smirk on her face.

  “Cocytus, I was wondering, did I tell Demiurge where our dy is?” she asked without looking away from Demiurge, the Archdemon arching a brow.

  “No. You. Did. Not.” He said in his cssic tone of voice.

  “My mistake then,” she said, and gred at the archdemon as if goading him to speak out against her, “She’s down there, with Shalltear.”

  “What!” Demiurge screamed, his face gzing over with wrath, “why didn’t you tell me!? We could have gone down there together and fought as one! She could die!” he screamed out, smming his hands onto the table.

  Albedo simply grabbed the teapot again and poured another cup of tea for herself. She then brought it to her lips as she looked at him. He then decided that enough was enough and stood up and turned about.

  As he began to walk back to the doorway, Cocytus stopped him in his path. Demiurge scowled, and rounded on Albedo. As this was surely her doing and pn, he needed answers from her. Her face was still impassive.

  “Our Lady tasked me with keeping you here. after all, she knew that you would want to aid her, yet she felt that this was her responsibility alone,” she said while swirling the tea in her cup, “isn’t that just what the perfect leader would do?” she asked rhetorically.

  He sat back down, his arms crossed. She simply called over the mirror of remote to a view point from where all could see it. Then, she started the viewing, and the battle commenced at the same time.

  It, of course, ended with her victory, but not without some stress from their side as they watched. Now, the author is tired, his mind is a bit ggy. So, we will not see the rest of this battle. Yet, he can safely say that it was more grandiose than in cannon.

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  Zogsalken