ACT V
THE GLORY WARS
The Elder form, Hans never got to decipher what the book described, but one thing he caught on to was it hinting using himself as the core of the golem. Additionally, instead of producing the golem’s structure from seeds, make it from his own body. When Hans tried it for the first time, his skin pores started generating vegetation, and one time his whole hand turned into a tree. It was hard to reverse at first, but with extensive practice, he found a way to undo it. There was much to decode from the Elder form. But this was enough for him to overpower anyone.
Finally, when he transformed, he was surprised to see himself becoming a gigantic structure. However, the transformation wasn’t complete. No matter how hard he tried he missed several things. And like his practice runs, he was also missing an entire lower body. His bisected torse, tilted, supported by one hand while another stretched back to punch the incoming knight.
When Chris collided with his fist, he understood what kind of pain a fly would feel when swatted, and it was not something he wanted to feel again. The sheer force destroyed the Knight Association corner box where Chris crashed.
The monster was sending shivers to everyone, not many knew, but this was a classless beast called Elderwood, once known for creating havoc in the borders of Grimgar and Indu. However, one day it vanished in thin air, and now it was in front of them fighting in Glory wars.
“What kind of freaks are in the Concordia”
“They are just kids, but they are putting their seniors to shame.”
“One had almost cracked the barrier, and now one transformed into a monster”
Even Walter and Rudolf, who were watching Hans from a distance in his early preparation days in Concordia, were surprised. They had never seen anything like this before. Sierra, worried about the strange sight, asked Rudolf for an explanation, but he could only say, "I don't know, dear."
This left her even more concerned, so she asked, "Is he inside that thing?"
Rudolf clarified, "No, he is not inside it; he is the thing itself, Sierra."
“What?” She stressed her ManaVision to the maximum and was astonished, “I can’t see him. It's not a Golem, but… his life force is all over that creature. It's like—”
“He is an Elderwood himself.” Rudolf completed her words, adding, “Now I understand why his way of using mana was similar to of beasts in Ghost isles… I think that’s how Sam made Hans..or engineered..or modified him…”
Sierra, concerned for Hans's safety, stood up, eager to approach and ask him to stop. However, the Parvians sitting beside Concordia, including Arat, stopped her, saying, "Wait, princess, he's not finished yet.”
“THUD THUD!” A sound echoed like someone had started beating war drums.
“What is happening?” People started whispering.
“Did someone attack Grimgar?” They all started looking here and there.
“THUD THUD THUD!” the war drum echoed further, this time more rapid
Chris was a good guy who rarely disliked anything, but there was an exception to this. He abhorred, Parvians, especially the Imperials, famed for using violence and tyranny. Being raised with elves in Clandor, the enemy nation of Parv. His idealogy took a turn for the worse, he believed his father had made the wisest decision to backstab king Samson and brought the world peace. Now Hans stood in front of him, his very friend whom he wanted to hate, but couldn’t. So he was forcing himself to convince that Hans was his enemy. All he could recall about Hans was the violence and little to no respect he had given to others. His uncontrollable urge when he beat up Delimira.
“Why? You have to be him. THUD THUD”
“Just why…”
“We are destined to fight… THUD THUD”
“I need to beat him, right here and now, THUD THUD.”
“Or else, he will destroy everything. THUD THUD THUD!”
“What the heck is happening?” Hans asked, looking at the source of the drum beating. It was the very place he sent Chris flying. His over-enhanced vision was telling him the mass of aura being constructed in the debris. “I don’t know what it is, But it has to stop.” He muttered.
~VoidZone~
A subtle shock wave originated from the Elderform of Hans, making every mana particle under his control. “Since I’ve grown the size, controlling the mana around is far easier. I can’t allow you—”
“THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD….” The frequency of beating increased and even under his mighty control, the aura began to rise in debris. It surged within Chris, causing the surroundings to tremble. The crackling electricity rose, lifting debris high into the sky as if a thunder god had emerged from the midst of the wreckage. Prompting Hans to curse, “Which fucking bastard wrote this broken script.”
Meanwhile, among Arat many stood up, surprised, “Just why does that power have to got to that traitor.” It was not some grand question that needed answering. The loud thumping noise was the preamble of the awakening of the Imperial bloodline.
“Your petty tricks won’t work on me, now. This is your father’s power, Hans. With each beat it exponentially generates aura. See it yourself. THUD THUD THUD.” His grade already had crossed the mark of 30 and now rising like a child counting numbers, 31, 32, 34, 36…40. Hans was baffled and belatedly realised what was happening, the chairman once told him that he lacked half of the imperial power, he only got ‘Inheritance’ but not the imperial bloodline.
He had only wasted a moment in recalling Dietrich’s words and Chris was already on Grade 50. “Ha. For fucks sake. Plot armour has a limit, you bastard.”
Chris had no idea how their friendship would be after this revelation, all he cared about at this moment, right in front of others, was that he had to beat the child of the Parvian king.
Skill: DivinePunsihment
Chris jumped high, with a massive force leaving behind a dust cloud, another skill that he imitated from Rudolf’s arsenal, and descended on Hans like a falling meteor covered with electricity.
“Boom!” They both clashed, Hans, protecting himself through his thick arm while Chris used the full force of her grade 50 aura. “THUD THUD THUD.” His heartbeat echoed again, filling him with the aura that he lost using the massive skill. While Hans screamed in agony as Chris’s sword pierced his hand, slashing his massive arm. The Elder form was not just a golem, every fibre of his being was connected to Hans, sharing pain and every other sensation.
“Is that all you can offer? THUD THUD.” Chris asked, shouting.
“You have done it, Chris.” Hans declared, regenerating his oozing arm and stopping the green discharge that resembled his blood. His size increased, layering him one after another, the soft green skin was covered with hardened bark, almost as strong as the steel armour. “I’ll stop going easy on you—”
“You just made yourself a bigger target—”
“Come here,” Hans called, his hand stretched back to punch once again and the scene of Chris flinging towards Hans repeated. However, unlike the other time, Chris was not surprised and was even waiting for the moment. Putting every bit of his electricity in front, shielding him from the impending collision, he was ready to clash with Hans’s hand.
“You fell for it.” Hans said, “Swoosh!” Several SeedBullets penetrated Chris’s unguarded back, impaling his legs. As the severe pain broke his concentration, the lighting aura that shielded him from the front, wavered. Giving Hans yet another opportunity to send him flying. “I’ve told you, Know your place, human.” He screamed, and once again, Chris collided with Knight association’s corner.
“THUD THUD”
“Yes, I know this is not enough to pin you down, come here, you idiot,” Hans called out, and the invisible force pulled up Chris from the debris. Let me put some sense into your thick skull. See my superior complex with your eyes, you moron. Come here.”
The scene of Hans calling Chris and pummeling him into the wall is repeated several times. Chris might have had infinite regeneration of aura, but his thick hide could take so much damage. Many wondered how Hans was using psychokinesis. And, when the Parvians had the same question, Arat explained, “It's another use of VoidZone’s second ability. He is using the mana around him as a rope. It was not even possible for Samson, yet the boy is using it like his second nature. Maybe it's because of his..this form.”
Arat was only asserting, but he was right, transforming himself into the Elderwood, Hans has established a far greater connection with nature, allowing his all abilities to grow exponentially with only the cost of mobility.
When Chris had several round trips, Hans asked raising him high, almost unconscious, “Do you had enough—”
“ilween.”
“Say it clearly, Christopher Bernard Holger—”
“I.WILL.WIN.” Chris declared and his aura bursted out, releasing him from Hans’s invisible grasp. “Tsk,” Hans clicked his tongue, “Just let it go you bastard, you can’t even stand properly.”
“I.WILL.WIN.”
“Look at yourself, You might die at this rate,” Hans shouted, almost concerned at this point, adding, “You can’t win, so just surrender.”
“I.WILL.WIN. THUD THUD THUD” His will fueled his aura, propelling him to grade sixty in no time. Giving him the perk of reaching grade sixty, the rapid regeneration.
“Just how far this bastard will go?” Hans was puzzled as to what to use against him to stop him. Yet Chris had one track mind now, “I will win.” He declared once again.
Skill: Maelstrom
***
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ACT V
THE GLORY WARS
The Elder form, Hans never got to decipher what the book described, but one thing he caught on to was it hinting using himself as the core of the golem. Additionally, instead of producing the golem’s structure from seeds, make it from his own body. When Hans tried it for the first time, his skin pores started generating vegetation, and one time his whole hand turned into a tree. It was hard to reverse at first, but with extensive practice, he found a way to undo it. There was much to decode from the Elder form. But this was enough for him to overpower anyone.
Finally, when he transformed, he was surprised to see himself becoming a gigantic structure. However, the transformation wasn’t complete. No matter how hard he tried he missed several things. And like his practice runs, he was also missing an entire lower body. His bisected torse, tilted, supported by one hand while another stretched back to punch the incoming knight.
When Chris collided with his fist, he understood what kind of pain a fly would feel when swatted, and it was not something he wanted to feel again. The sheer force destroyed the Knight Association corner box where Chris crashed.
The monster was sending shivers to everyone, not many knew, but this was a classless beast called Elderwood, once known for creating havoc in the borders of Grimgar and Indu. However, one day it vanished in thin air, and now it was in front of them fighting in Glory wars.
“What kind of freaks are in the Concordia”
“They are just kids, but they are putting their seniors to shame.”
“One had almost cracked the barrier, and now one transformed into a monster”
Even Walter and Rudolf, who were watching Hans from a distance in his early preparation days in Concordia, were surprised. They had never seen anything like this before. Sierra, worried about the strange sight, asked Rudolf for an explanation, but he could only say, "I don't know, dear."
This left her even more concerned, so she asked, "Is he inside that thing?"
Rudolf clarified, "No, he is not inside it; he is the thing itself, Sierra."
“What?” She stressed her ManaVision to the maximum and was astonished, “I can’t see him. It's not a Golem, but… his life force is all over that creature. It's like—”
“He is an Elderwood himself.” Rudolf completed her words, adding, “Now I understand why his way of using mana was similar to of beasts in Ghost isles… I think that’s how Sam made Hans..or engineered..or modified him…”
Sierra, concerned for Hans's safety, stood up, eager to approach and ask him to stop. However, the Parvians sitting beside Concordia, including Arat, stopped her, saying, "Wait, princess, he's not finished yet.”
“THUD THUD!” A sound echoed like someone had started beating war drums.
“What is happening?” People started whispering.
“Did someone attack Grimgar?” They all started looking here and there.
“THUD THUD THUD!” the war drum echoed further, this time more rapid
Chris was a good guy who rarely disliked anything, but there was an exception to this. He abhorred, Parvians, especially the Imperials, famed for using violence and tyranny. Being raised with elves in Clandor, the enemy nation of Parv. His idealogy took a turn for the worse, he believed his father had made the wisest decision to backstab king Samson and brought the world peace. Now Hans stood in front of him, his very friend whom he wanted to hate, but couldn’t. So he was forcing himself to convince that Hans was his enemy. All he could recall about Hans was the violence and little to no respect he had given to others. His uncontrollable urge when he beat up Delimira.
“Why? You have to be him. THUD THUD”
“Just why…”
“We are destined to fight… THUD THUD”
“I need to beat him, right here and now, THUD THUD.”
“Or else, he will destroy everything. THUD THUD THUD!”
“What the heck is happening?” Hans asked, looking at the source of the drum beating. It was the very place he sent Chris flying. His over-enhanced vision was telling him the mass of aura being constructed in the debris. “I don’t know what it is, But it has to stop.” He muttered.
~VoidZone~
A subtle shock wave originated from the Elderform of Hans, making every mana particle under his control. “Since I’ve grown the size, controlling the mana around is far easier. I can’t allow you—”
“THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD….” The frequency of beating increased and even under his mighty control, the aura began to rise in debris. It surged within Chris, causing the surroundings to tremble. The crackling electricity rose, lifting debris high into the sky as if a thunder god had emerged from the midst of the wreckage. Prompting Hans to curse, “Which fucking bastard wrote this broken script.”
Meanwhile, among Arat many stood up, surprised, “Just why does that power have to got to that traitor.” It was not some grand question that needed answering. The loud thumping noise was the preamble of the awakening of the Imperial bloodline.
“Your petty tricks won’t work on me, now. This is your father’s power, Hans. With each beat it exponentially generates aura. See it yourself. THUD THUD THUD.” His grade already had crossed the mark of 30 and now rising like a child counting numbers, 31, 32, 34, 36…40. Hans was baffled and belatedly realised what was happening, the chairman once told him that he lacked half of the imperial power, he only got ‘Inheritance’ but not the imperial bloodline.
He had only wasted a moment in recalling Dietrich’s words and Chris was already on Grade 50. “Ha. For fucks sake. Plot armour has a limit, you bastard.”
Chris had no idea how their friendship would be after this revelation, all he cared about at this moment, right in front of others, was that he had to beat the child of the Parvian king.
Skill: DivinePunsihment
Chris jumped high, with a massive force leaving behind a dust cloud, another skill that he imitated from Rudolf’s arsenal, and descended on Hans like a falling meteor covered with electricity.
“Boom!” They both clashed, Hans, protecting himself through his thick arm while Chris used the full force of her grade 50 aura. “THUD THUD THUD.” His heartbeat echoed again, filling him with the aura that he lost using the massive skill. While Hans screamed in agony as Chris’s sword pierced his hand, slashing his massive arm. The Elder form was not just a golem, every fibre of his being was connected to Hans, sharing pain and every other sensation.
“Is that all you can offer? THUD THUD.” Chris asked, shouting.
“You have done it, Chris.” Hans declared, regenerating his oozing arm and stopping the green discharge that resembled his blood. His size increased, layering him one after another, the soft green skin was covered with hardened bark, almost as strong as the steel armour. “I’ll stop going easy on you—”
“You just made yourself a bigger target—”
“Come here,” Hans called, his hand stretched back to punch once again and the scene of Chris flinging towards Hans repeated. However, unlike the other time, Chris was not surprised and was even waiting for the moment. Putting every bit of his electricity in front, shielding him from the impending collision, he was ready to clash with Hans’s hand.
“You fell for it.” Hans said, “Swoosh!” Several SeedBullets penetrated Chris’s unguarded back, impaling his legs. As the severe pain broke his concentration, the lighting aura that shielded him from the front, wavered. Giving Hans yet another opportunity to send him flying. “I’ve told you, Know your place, human.” He screamed, and once again, Chris collided with Knight association’s corner.
“THUD THUD”
“Yes, I know this is not enough to pin you down, come here, you idiot,” Hans called out, and the invisible force pulled up Chris from the debris. Let me put some sense into your thick skull. See my superior complex with your eyes, you moron. Come here.”
The scene of Hans calling Chris and pummeling him into the wall is repeated several times. Chris might have had infinite regeneration of aura, but his thick hide could take so much damage. Many wondered how Hans was using psychokinesis. And, when the Parvians had the same question, Arat explained, “It's another use of VoidZone’s second ability. He is using the mana around him as a rope. It was not even possible for Samson, yet the boy is using it like his second nature. Maybe it's because of his..this form.”
Arat was only asserting, but he was right, transforming himself into the Elderwood, Hans has established a far greater connection with nature, allowing his all abilities to grow exponentially with only the cost of mobility.
When Chris had several round trips, Hans asked raising him high, almost unconscious, “Do you had enough—”
“ilween.”
“Say it clearly, Christopher Bernard Holger—”
“I.WILL.WIN.” Chris declared and his aura bursted out, releasing him from Hans’s invisible grasp. “Tsk,” Hans clicked his tongue, “Just let it go you bastard, you can’t even stand properly.”
“I.WILL.WIN.”
“Look at yourself, You might die at this rate,” Hans shouted, almost concerned at this point, adding, “You can’t win, so just surrender.”
“I.WILL.WIN. THUD THUD THUD” His will fueled his aura, propelling him to grade sixty in no time. Giving him the perk of reaching grade sixty, the rapid regeneration.
“Just how far this bastard will go?” Hans was puzzled as to what to use against him to stop him. Yet Chris had one track mind now, “I will win.” He declared once again.
Skill: Maelstrom
***
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