A large, green gear suddenly materialised in the air. Floating above everyone's heads, it ignited a frenzy, for to them, it signified something important...
Erudia had not yet abandoned them
Each and every single being who was on the battlefield began kneeling on the spot hands clasped in prayer. Despite the nature of their wounds, none gave a single moan, for they feared that Erudia would abandon them for their ungrateful actions...
Yet the same could not be said for the Shadow Beasts
AWOOO!
RARGH!
HNGHH!
Cries of pain could be heard coming from the battlefield, as tendrils made from shadows erupted from their bodies, slowly evaporating from their bodies. It had gotten so bad that the weaker shadow monsters all dissipated in a flash, without giving a single chance to utter any last words. Even the mighty Shadow Knights and Mages all collapsed to their knees, faces filled with agony.
Suddenly, the large gear in the sky began spinning, spinning so fast that all that could be seen was a green sun, too bright to look at (not that anyone was looking– I mean, fanatics would rather die than blaspheme what they worship!). Just when it seemed that everything was finished, a loud voice boomed across the (nearly silent) battlefield:
"Begone, foul servants of chaos! Your dominion has no hold over here! Begone!"
And with the final cry, the world exploded in a bright, green supernova...
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Dragging the last moaning cunt of a man to the side, Vylara wiped the sweat from her brow. Though she was a Tier-6 'Law Enabler', this world, for some very odd reason, had forcefully lowered her tier by one, causing her to revert to being a Tier-5 'Inner Sanctifier'...
But most importantly, the sheer pressure forced her to be kept on her toes all the time, trying her best to make sure that the monsters did not kill her rescuees as she was transporting, not to mention not being killed by her as she's transporting them to a safe location (wounded cunts make horrible passengers to carry with...
Phew, now let's see where I should go next–
WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. THAT!
Just as she was about to carry another body, a gigantic green glare blinded her eyes, nearly sending them to eyeball heaven.
Whoever the fuck did this, I shall kill you once I find out! RAAAAGH!!!
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Huff, huff, huff...
Panting heavily, Scaramond put down his Bolter, tired beyond belief after the arduous duel. Seeing the mottled body of Ercthelion smoking away into oblivion, Scaramond felt that this was one of the most difficult battles in his life– and he's had quite a few to be honest!
Picking up the repair kit from his backpack, he took out the Furovsky Nanites, only to realise that he was cornered by a horde of shadow monsters, each drooling heavily, eyes filled with their hallmark greed and malice. Sighing, Scaramond realised that today might be the day the (self-proclaimed) infamous ranger of Throway Transportations die.
Well, if I'm gonna go down, at least I'll go down swinging!
Wielding his heavily smoking Bolter, he aimed its barrel straight into the mouths of the hungry cunts, ready to blow down the mouths of however many assholes want a bite of him.
Yippee-ka-yay motherfucker!
Schwim!
Suddenly, a bright green gear appeared in the sky. Flashbanged into oblivion, all Scaramond could do was cover his eyes and wait for the bright light to dissipate. In the meantime, the only thing he had accompanying him was the...painful howls of the unholy monsters?
Tearing open his eyes painfully, Scaramond was shocked by the sight before him:
Before the mighty green light, all shadow monsters began dissolving into inky smoke, painfully howling into the sky as they got vaporised into tiny atoms.
Gazing up, he tried to find the source of the light, only to be met face-to-face with a gigantic gear spinning in the sky. Question marks in his face, all Scaramond could think of facing this ridiculous situation was...
Has the Omnitron returned...?