《My Orange Glove》Golith
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As Pef and Rejin stepped into their Fay universe, the stars shifted, almost like they weren't there at all.
Pef gazed at the new galaxies around, trying to figure out the source of the sense of wrongness. He poked the void gently, listening for an echo of something hidden, but whatever the spell was it was not easily discerned, not for a Tier 5 like himself.
"Do you sense it?" he asked out loud, only to notice the Alchemist frown deeply, his focus on a distant spot of the new universe.
"Ready yourself, young one. They are here" Rejin spoke in a grave voice, while summoning a purple armor around himself, and the cauldron to his side.
'Contact confirmed. Golith signatures in quadrants 174 to 177.' the glove added with a red contour superimposed onto the sky.
Tiny pricks of light flashed in the distant quadrants, possibly the sign of galactic scale combat. Pef smiled grimly, while covering himself with his Blue Jade armor and the new Voidshield. "Well, it's time to see if my skill is really as strong as I think it is." he muttered gently as he took out a certain Tier 6 sword 'taken' from the Shin Admiralty.
Rejin sighed and held his shoulder then took a single step to move them closer to the fight.
The horrors of war exploded all around them, as planets and star systems were being contested among trillions of low-level cultivators and many more distorted beasts, all corrupted beyond belief. Limbs and organs were being sliced and splattered everywhere, not only in this galaxy but all along a frontline extending thousands of galaxies wide.
But even worse, the civilians still located on planets or various stations and ring worlds were getting killed by both sides, often simply by shockwaves and wide-area spells.
Bands of warriors were grouping together to fight a stronger enemy beast, while small beasts were multiplying rapidly by devouring corpses all over the battlefield.
For second, Pef was almost overwhelmed by the pain he felt around, then he grit his teeth and began unleashing his Voidswords, while taking care not to kill too many civilians.
It worked great, as this galactic sector in his weapon range was mostly devoid of high-level combat, and merely seven Tier 5 corrupted beasts had to be put down.
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In the background, he sensed the Alchemist conduct healing and recovery, as Rejin extracted as many people as he could before the flames of war engulfed them, or he resurrected fallen warriors before they were too far gone.
Still, as the immediate danger was dealt with, Pef noticed that Rejin declined to recover those bitten by the beasts.
He took a break and landed among the mangled corpses and bitten victims to find out the reason. It didn't take too long, as he observed the bitten ones erupt in pustules of infection and corruption and getting converted rapidly into more enemy beasts. With a disgusted sigh, Pef waved a hand and extended his Water Domain over the infested planet, then with a single thought he obliterated the victims and the emerging beasts alike.
"Thank you" he heard a timid voice.
Pef turned towards the speaker to see a band of warriors, going from Sovereign to Saint realm land nearby. Their leader was a man with long white hair and pair of axes in his hands, close to the peak of Saint Realm.
"Where are your Elders? This invasion could have been stopped easily by a Tier 4 God." Pef asked with a sharp voice.
The warriors lowered their heads, as if in shame. "I think the galactic pond fell in the first wave. Perhaps it was the main target..." the white haired guy replied with a hesitant voice.
Rejin stepped beside him, and casually began wiping the blood off his cauldron, while bits of bones and flesh fell aside and got incinerated by green flames.
Pef didn't need much warning to consider what might happen to someone splattered by a giant indestructible cauldron.
"You are?" the Alchemist asked with a soft voice, and a minute glance at the warrior.
"Blade Guard, Auxiliary Forces, Flying Captain Collin West." the leader answered while straining to remain standing. Tiredness was obvious, as was qi depletion.
"Under the Blade Fairy?" Rejin asked, sounding surprised.
"...We never saw her Highness, her being Fay and divine and all." the man muttered smartly.
Pef grinned and poked the Alchemist in the shoulder. "That's your woman, eh?"
Rejin sighed and grumbled something like 'murder'.
Pef just smiled again, while taking out a bottle of voidwine and handing it over to the brave warrior. "We'll go check the situation with the pond. You guys drink up and recover...while you can."
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He wouldn't give out precious Godwine to unknown people, even if they were fighting the same enemy. There were risks in being too generous, same as with being too callous.
However, Pef did take note of the 'Auxiliary Forces' ranks, composed of humans in a Fay-dominated universe.
Something to negotiate over, later.
With a nod towards Rejin, they vanished from the pacified sector and re-emerged into a new battlefield at the center of the galaxy. Here the fighting was even more intense, and a couple of higher level beasts were spreading mayhem and destruction at gigantic scale. Tier 6 entities were capable of great damage and destruction, and behind them a single golith was having fun, impaling countless victims onto its stings.
Before Rejin could even say anything, Pef launched a dozen Voidsplitters, two of them striking and killing the Tier 6 beasts, while the remaining ten skills fell onto the Tier 7 golith, with minimal effect.
"Now you drew its attention, Pef Xi." Rejin grumbled as he parried a dozen golith stings with his giant purple cauldron.
Pef Blinked forward and beneath the floating eye-chandelier, then stabbed his Tier 6 sword just as the Heavenly Tribulation fell.
Lightning splashed on the Voidshield and then hit the golith, causing numerous eyes to explode in blood and tears, while also making the monster scream in unending pain.
Pef smiled grandly as he launched more and more skills at the target, then blinked away and around to avoid a direct counter-strike. He learned that lesson painfully.
His Water Domain extended to maximum to freeze and prevent the golith from escaping, while thousands of Voidswords struck at the injured eyes to cause even more pain to the golith. The screams intensified while thousands of flying spears flew away from the golith then changed course to home in on the aggressor.
Pef laughed and blinked away and in again, firing of more and more Voidsplitters at any giant eye he could find. Like a multi-sided polygon, the golith had thousands of eyes on its surfaces, and millions of tendrils and stings spread outwards, all writhing and trembling in pain.
Then dozens, and hundreds and thousands of Heavenly Tribulations fell towards Pef and he gladly accepted the pain for the chance to end this golith. The stings also struck Pef in return, piercing through the Voidshield and his armor, then embedded painfully into Pef's body.
Wounds didn't really matter at this level, but the stings carried along vectors of mind infection, or perhaps strands of soul intent. Pef didn't try to resist that attack too much though.
He merely opened the Voidshield for a second, then howled in pain.
But as painful and dangerous the Tribulation Lightning was for Pef, it was also the best medicine against the golith stings. Like a storm of cleansing rain, the invading stings were washed away and obliterated by the Heavens.
Meanwhile, the golith itself began to shrink and shift, rotating other facets out with new eyes. Pef just grit his teeth and continued the assault, his energy levels refilled to maximum and higher by the constant influx of Heavenly Lightning.
About an hour later, after nearly half of million lightning bolts fell onto the golith, it finally had enough and began to retreat, first by turning into a flat line, and then vanishing completely.
Pef just curled and cried, as his nerves were overwhelmed by pain, and his body was frayed and riddled with spear wounds from the stings. There wasn't a single part of him intact and unhurt, and even worse his soul hurt immensely.
The same familiar song enveloped him as he lay down in pain, healing most of the wounds and calming his mind.
A few hours later, he decided he had enough crying and sobbing, so he stood up and opened his eyes.
"I told you he'll be fine. Kids always cry." Rejin observed with a smirk, while a Fay woman examined Pef with gentle eyes.
Pef nodded cautiously while taking in her phantom wings. "Hello. Excuse the previous behavior, I swear I'm usually not that emotional."
The Fay Goddess giggled a little, although her face remained stern and composed. "Mhm. I sure hope so, Veritas Soldier. So, have you met Misty?" the goddess asked at random.
Pef blinked a bit surprised. "I do know a fairy named Misty, back in my home universe. I bought her from a slave auction." he answered with a wide smile.
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