at the battle on the front....
Karna knew that she was going to die today but she fought the fear of death with life. Wanting to save her comrades and herself if she could. She fought with all of the vigor for her comrades, in hopes that the gods would hear her prayers and save them all from this hell. All around her people she trained with for months and got to know and live with were dying. Their hopes and dreams they discussed with her during their time together were mercilessly snuffed out. Everywhere she turned they were being slaughtered. She would fight to the death, but she wanted to live most of all!
She withstood the attack from the fire mage by adding ice to her mana shield and repelled his attack with one hand. With the other, Karna was finishing her chant and sent ice saw blades at the fire mage cutting off the stream. The screams of tens of soldiers dying greeted the battlefield, the shocked face of fire mage died in the middle of his chant. His body splitting in two and blood and entrails dropped from the Hellion.
Warriors on both sideds were bring stabbed, decapitated, and mortally maimed all over the battlefield. Yet, one side was clearly taking more losses. Algarian soldiers were being burned alive and turned into ash statues by a powerful fire mage, another mage was dashing through the algarian lines and leaving warriors turned frozen solid and then shattering them to pieces with wind blades. Another mage chanted electricity into his hands and put them to the ground leaving soldiers writhing on the ground, smoking and bleeding from the eyes and ears. A Hellion earth mage chanted and his hands glowing with a light brown translucent light, as he swung his arms and impaled tens of soldiers, laughing as they screamed and writhed in pain on his rock spears.
Karna turned to keep fighting when a small boulder smashed into the back of her head making her stumble forward, shattering her mana shield. She chanted and swung her arm quickly behind her throwing up a hasty wall of ice. The ice wall was suddenly shattered by another large boulder narrowly missing a kill shot to her back. The resulting ice from the wall showering her in sharp pieces of her own attack. The ice digging deep into her flesh. A large piece sticking out of her knee. Karna screamed when the dust settled. She knew that she was about to die. Being a magical prodigy meant nothing here. There was only death here. She could hear death's maniacal laugh of death getting closer. Mocking her frantic looks as she scrambles backwards.
"No, I can't end like this..." She said to herself. The gods hadn't heard her prayers.
Just then a loud boom of thunder was heard above the battlefield but shook the earth also. The sound resonated through everyone on the battlefield from the noise alone. The sky began to darken as dark menacing clouds beginning to cover the area. Fits of loud thunder followed by lightning began echoing in the sky and shaking the earth. Above her a man stepped out of a pitch black void looking like death. She wasn't sure if he was a friend or foe until she witnessed his next actions. Her prayers had been answered.
Damien's POV…
Damien stepped our of the portal high above the battle and was relieved that his distraction that he wanted to cause had worked. He wanted to use some shock and awe to pause the battle to give the Algarian troop a moment of reprieve. Damien carefully observed the battlefield.
The Hellion army stretched for miles. On Damiens map, he seen marching troops in formation ready to step up to reinforce any major loss in the number of troops. It wasn't that the Algarian were incapable of winning. In fact there were many warriors and mages that could take large groups of Hellions with little effort. The issue was the numbers never seemed to cease. Damiens mind couldn't fathom the number of enemies. On his map from the System showed the enemies in formation and in larger red clusters. The largest being at the edge of his map 500 miles away. After this instantaneous assessment due to his arcane cells enhancing his mental capacity. Damiens was also assessing the immediate threats. He noticed the 4 powerful looking mages below him pause to look up at him. Of course after killing more Algarian soldiers. He noticed the woman from the magical live map below and the earth mage poised to attack her.
The Hellions noticed that this new arrival was not normal and broke out of their daze quickly. These soldiers were well tried because they adjusted to the new situation instantly. All of the commanders of the Hellion army ordered the range troops to fire on Damien while still providing support for the warriors attacking on the front line. All of the mages quickly fell back to what they assumed a safe distance and fired on the new threat and continued their attack. The small distraction had given the troops renewed vigor. Some of the Algarian troops took this time to enact some revenge and began firing into the distracted Hellion lines.
Damien had his arcane shield up to max power. Yet, despite the spells and arrows that were bouncing off his shield, Damien felt nothing. When he was training in the separate dimension if he wasn't careful some of the constructs would ravage his shield and in turn his flesh. He didn't use his staff at all the second year in the dimension. Divine Healing had saved him many times. Thinking about healing, Damien had to heal the army back to fighting form but he was going to some room. It was time to let loose.
First, Damien had to eliminate the immediate threats. He threw his staff to the ground, embedding it deep into the earth. He created arcane magical constructs of cages around the 4 mages that basked in the death of countless soldiers. Damien looked into all of their faces. They showed no remorse, only murderous aura radiating off of them. If he let them go they'd go on another killing spree. He held out his arms and began channeling his magic. All would be witness to his justice.
"The murderous aura radiating off of this army is an abomination. It has no right or reason."
Damien channeled his chrono magic and increased the gravity in each of their prisons. The trapped men and women began to grunt, the those turned into screams as their bones began to crack under the increased gravity. Damien closed his fist and each mage was crushed flat and their insides bursting though any exit they could find. Damien didn't stop there.
He then began transformed the crushed bodies into a werewolf using his DP from the system. In particular a tier 7 mythical beast. Damien channeled again, all around the battlefield the dead transformed into mythical beast. Groups of dead began dissolving into motes of golden lights and transformed into griffins, small semi truck sized fire breathing dragons, werewolves, giant Gorgons with bows that shit with superhuman accuracy and turned Hellions into stone with a glare.
Damien sent a mental command the beast and they began slaughtering the enemy anywhere they spawned. Damien used all of his DP to summon these beasts but seeing how they are turning the tides of the battle, it was worth it. The griffin all over the battlefield, flew high into the sky and nose dived into the enemy front line decimating them with beaks and claws. They shot blades of wind, slicing enemy troops in half. The wolves were dashing between warriors slashing and biting out large chucks of flesh leaving massive hemorrhaging wounds. Sometimes almost biting men in half. The dragons were a blur of snapping jaws, claws, and razor sharp tail that sliced tens of men into pieces. Some of the dragons launched into the air attacks of wind storms, or raining fire, raining lightning, or freezing them into blocks of stone ice breath magic.
The gorgons specifically targeted the mages. Firing large 2 meter long arrows with their massive bows. The arrow rarely missing its mark. Flares of mana shields were impacted and shattered and soldiers screamed in pain as arrows pinning them to the ground or into other unfortunate troops standing nearby.
Damien channeled power from his staff a rose a massive thick wall with gaps in between now that the enemy had to fall back and focus on the new threats. Damien didn't let these precious seconds from the algarian army. While still floating above the battle he turned to the Algarian troops and channeled mass healing. Damien pulled deep into into the mana core from his staff emptying its power, the jewel greatly dimming. The troops gasped and grunts as their bodies began mending in seconds, limbs painfully restored themselves, hunger and fatigue were eliminated, and all of their strength and mana pools were restored. The troops were all in a moment of shock. Many of them were injured in some way or on the brink of death. For many of these soldier knew that their death was only a matter of when, not if.
Now they had hope. Many soldiers fell to their knees and cried overwhelmed at the situation they were in only seconds ago, many laughed, or cheered. Damien saw the seasoned Algrarian platoon and company captains gain control of their troops and had them form lines again.
The way Damien was dressed with his crown and battle armor. All of the Algarian troops looked like one of the all powerful sorcerers of old. To the Hellions he looked like the grim reaper. All who laid eyes on this man, shivered in fear. Nothing ever made these men pause, until this man showed up. The commanders saw that the armies were losing control of their men and some started to flee. The fleeing soldier were cut down on the order of the commanders to regain control of their troops.
On Damiens map Damien could see that his summons were cutting large paths into the enemy ranks but their numbers were too big. If he was going to try to kill them all then Damien was going to need help. Damien was going to have to lower the numbers of enemy troops while still saving lives. He had a great idea but it was going to be risky. Damien has never mass channeled to this extent. Only to destroy never to protect. Time to kill their moral.
Damien floated down to the ground and grabbed his staff. Damien turned to an Algarian soldier and spoke.
"Tell your army commander to attack on my signal. Spread the word as fast as possible. I will not be able to save any caught in the attack. Just hold the enemy lines here and don't let them. Go any further."
For Damien's next spell he needed time for the staff to charge. So, Damien ordered all of his summons to hold the front line, while the mana core in the staff regenerated its arcane energy. Damien noticed a large push by the enemy. Some of the summons were being killed. In particular a griffin was frozen on the spot and a werewolf was crushed in a rock tomb. This was a powerful Archmage level dual caster of advanced earth and water magic.
Damien took off towards the new threat. Someone at this level was too much for the army, at least his staff was at full power again. Damien clearly didn't have time to speed the process. The battlefield was ever changing. Damien still has never battled against another real life mage. All of his training simulations were of only what he thought mages battled like. Much of that knowledge was from movies and anime from back at home. Archmages didn't need chants or use runes to cast spells and this one had dual elements.
As Damien flew over the battlefield to the new threat, is shield would flash the occasional purple light to signify it just repelled another attack or arrow. There were still countless troops that hadn't even entered the battle yet. As Damien actually put eyes on the numbers even as he flew deep behind the enemy lines he was shocked at the scene. Damien noticed that this isn't the enemy line. It's their encampment. Damien was intent on ending this quickly and getting back to the Algarian front line. There is no way Damien could win this alone.
Damien forced himself into this battle and made it his mission to save these people. He had the power to help them and he felt he couldn't let these people die. Damien would push this enemy back and he would bring change to the kingdom of Algeria, the like of which this world has never seen.