《The Magic Kings War》Worshipper Arc. Chapter 39: Let there be light.
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Worshipper Arc. Chapter 39: Let there be light.
Valoran is gone.
“Hahaha. Your King has fallen.” Daimos states.
Daimos can’t believe what just happened.
“VALORAN!” Demonlise calls out in frustration.
Demonlise makes his way over to Daimos.
Demonlise casts flug (flight magic).
Demonlise faces Daimos who is still a giant wielding heaven's Judgement.
Demonlise hovers in the air in front of Daimos’s face.
“What have you done?” Demonlise questions with furry.
“Haha. Ahh the second in command, I can see why the King has chosen you to be his right arm…you possess divine power equal that to a high God if not greater.” Daimos states.
“I asked you a question. What have you done to my King?” Demonlise questions with even more frustration.
Daimos chuckles. “I have annihilated your King with the strongest Weapon ever created from the Divine realm, my sword Heaven's Judgement my sword can destroy anything I want gone on an idealistic scale.” Daimos explains.
“Hahaha, you don’t really believe that this will stop him. Even if you destroy him on an idealistic scale he will come back.” Daimos replies.
“I don’t think so, it’s true that his immortality has proven that he can come back from idealistic existence annihilation and his fragment being completely destroyed, but there is more to Heaven's Judgement, it has the ability to go beyond idealistic existence annihilation, annihilating him on a scale which immortality no longer has any meaning. It’s called absolute existence annihilation. Look, it's already taking effect.” Daimos points to the army.
“What…What’s going on?”
“Uhmm why are we here exactly?”
“Why are we fighting?” The soldiers ask themselves.
Artemsia continues to fight the oncoming Angels.
“Men! Keep fighting for your King!” Artemsia yells at the army.
“Our King?”
“Who is our King?” The soldiers question in confusion.
Artemsia’s eyes open in disbelief.
“It can’t be…they forgot who Valoran is…that means that Valoran is actually gone…” Artemsia says with sadness in her voice.
“No, I can't give up. I must keep fighting.” Artemsia tells herself and continues to fight.
In the Capitol.
The Citizens have also forgotten Valoran possessing no memory of him ever existing.
“What’s going on?”
“Why are we in the Capitol with so many people?”
“I’m so confused.”
“I feel like I have forgotten something.” The citizens mumbles among themselves.
“Why do I feel like this?” Selina questions.
“I have this feeling that something important is gone?” Biatrix asks herself.
“I am not sure…” Atticus replies in confusion.
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Merial is confused about what is going on.
“Guys, we are here fighting for our friend and King Valoran.” Merial explains to the other three.
“Valoran?” Biatrix asks in confusion.
“Who is Valoran?” Atticus also asks in confusion.
“He’s our friend…don’t stop fighting.” Merial explains as she continues to fight the Worshipers.
“Merial, I’m not sure what you are saying but we believe you.” Atticus states with a smile.
“That’s right.” Biatrix adds on.
“We will prevail against you Worshipper!” Selina yells at the Worshippers.
“Haha, even with your King gone and the memory of him erased, they still continue to fight on…but that girl still remembers him…how interesting.” The Lead Worshipper looks at Merial.
“Keep fighting!” Merial yells at the others.
At the Battlefield.
“As you can see right hand man of the King of Magic, your King is gone…everyone has forgotten that he’s ever existed because the idea of him is destroyed and his fragment is also as if it had never existed.” Daimos states.
“My Master faced off against a God which destroyed his idea and fragment…if you think Heaven's Judgement is enough then you are wrong.” Demonlise states in frustration.
“Like I explained earlier, you fool. My power makes immortality meaningless no matter how many layers of immortality or regeneration he has it won’t help. He’s gone and you are next.” Daimos points the giant sword at Demonlise.
“I will stop you.” Demonlise states with his sword Zinox.
“Haha you are nothing but an insignificant pest.” Daimos replies.
Daimos raises his sword Heaven’s judgement and prepares to swing it at Demonlise.
The same bright divine light is shining from Heaven's Judgement.
Daimos looks determined to face the attack head on.
“You did well. All of you did well.” Valoran’s voice can be heard.
“M-Master?” Demonlise questions.
Daimos stops Heaven's Judgement. The bright divine light fades away.
“Did I just hear his voice?” Daimos asks himself in confusion.
Daimos looks at the ground and notices something strange.
Cracks in reality appear within a small area.
“What’s going on?” Demonlise also notices the cracks.
More cracks appear rapidly and suddenly the many cracks cause the small area of reality to shatter.
A portal is now visible into nothing but darkness.
From that darkness Valoran steps out.
“Master you are alive…” Demonlise says with happiness.
“What?...How can this be?” Daimos asks in confusion.
“Absolute erasure is not enough to stop me.” Valoran replies.
At an instance all the soldiers and the citizens in the Capitol regain all the memory of Valoran as his idea is now restored.
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“That’s right we fight for our King!”
“For our lord Silver!”
“Keep fighting!” The soldiers are more motivated than ever to continue fighting.
Inside the capitol.
“Wait, I'm beginning to remember now…Valoran.” Selina says.
“Now that we know we must fight harder than ever.” Biatrix states.
“I will fight harder than ever!” Atticus states with determination.
“I can remember now…our King Valoran Silver is fighting for us!”
“Now I remember everything.”
“Our King will prevail!” The citizens remember Valoran now as well.
“With all of them remembering him he must have returned somehow.” The Lead Worshipper states.
“It won’t matter…our King of Gods will destroy him eventually.” Another Worshipper replies.
“We will deal with those four first and then we will assist our King.” The Lead Worshipper orders.
“Yes Sir!” The other Worshippers reply.
“Playtime is over.” Merial says with a serious tone.
“Now I will show you what Valoran has taught me.” Merial further continues to state.
The remaining Worshippers surround Merial.
“Merial watch out!” Selina warns.
The Worshippers fire various magic (fire, ice, water, lighting, earth, wind, gravity) at Merial.
“Merial!” Atticus yells with worry.
“Don’t worry. Valoran taught me something incredible.” Merial replies.
The magic attacks are going to strike Merial.
“Now die. Next are the other three.” The Lead Worshipper says.
The Magic attacks are reflected back at the Worshippers.
“AHHH!” The Worshippers scream in pain.
“WHAT?!” The Worshippers ask in confusion.
“Our attacks have been reflected back at us…” Worshippers state in disbelief.
Atticus, Selina and Biatrix are just as shocked as the Worshippers.
“Merial, how did you…?” Biatrix questions in amazement.
“I manipulated the magnitude and direction of the attacks and reflected them back at the Worshippers. It's the technique known as Vector manipulation.” Merial explains.
“Vector manipulation?” Atticus says confused.
“It’s a rare but powerful technique to master, how did you learn it so quickly?” Biatrix questions.
“When I first met and fought Valoran during the Magic duels Valoran told me that I had this ability, but I struggled using it since it requires a lot of focus and numerous calculations to be done within a matter of seconds. Thanks to Valoran I am now able to do those and use this ability during combat.” Merial explains.
“That’s incredible, Merial.” Selina says with amazement.
More Worshippers approach Merial, Atticus, Selina and Biatrix.
“Careful there are more.” Biatrix states.
“You are completely outnumbered.” The Worshippers threaten.
“They just keep coming!” Biatrix says with frustration.
“Need a hand?” A male voice questions.
Selina, Biatrix, Merial and Atticus turn to look for the person who just spoke.
From the crowd of citizens, multiple adventurers step forward led by Aleister, Cera, Alesia, Egor and Sage (the adventure party Valoran and Tiara had their adventure exam with).
“It’s about time we step in.” Sage states.
“Who are you?” Merial questions.
“We are good friends with Valoran.” Egor explains.
“That’s correct. We owe him a great deal and now we will pay back the debt.” Cera says.
“You are more than welcome to.” Biatrix replies with a smile.
“ADVENTURES! ATTACK!” Aleister instructs.
Adventures yell out a loud war cry and charge at the Worshippers.
“DESTROY THEM!” The Lead Worshippers instruct.
“For our King!” Adventures yell and begin to engage the Worshippers.
Back at the Battlefield.
“How are you still here…?no one ever came back from Heaven's Judgement…” Daimos asks in shock.
“Absolute erasure cannot defeat me.” Valoran replies.
Daimos is in complete shock.
“Then I will use Heaven's Judgement again-” Daimos is cut off.
“-Don’t bother, the same power does not work on me twice.” Valoran replies.
“WHAT…?! If that's the case then I will destroy this marble world no…the entire Universe.” Daimos warns.
“Master…” Demonlise calls out in worry.
Demonlise, I want you to help Artemsia against the Angels.
“I understand my Lord.” Demonlise replies, making his way to Artemsia to assist her in battle.
“I will not let you destroy anything anymore.” Valoran explains.
“So far, all of our attacks were condensed and focused to only harm us both.” Daimos reveals.
“I know, we have each tanked attacks and dealt attacks to wipe out endless Megaverses.” Valoran replies.
“Even more than that, we have gone beyond Megaverses level of destruction and we have entered Ultraverse level.” Daimos states.
“But now I will no longer focus my power on you like a precise strike, I will spread that destruction like a flame and let it loose.” Daimos explains.
“There are more worlds to rule.” Daimos fist begins to glow.
Daimos strikes the ground with his giant fist.
Another bright golden divine light illuminates brighter than a thousand suns…
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