Chapter 126: Everyone vs Everyone, Part I

Chapter 126: Everyone vs Everyone, Part I

Belphegor choked her through layers of rock and steel.

While she didnt fit the stereotype of an out-of-shape wizard, Vasi had to admit she was somewhat lacking in the muscle department. She had instinctively grabbed the Horseman of Deaths arm with one hand, but his grip remained too strong for her to overcome. He slammed her through wall after wall. Each impact was followed by a flash of light from the pain and Belphegors mocking laughter. His wax fingers were so hot that they would have burned her flesh had it not for the fire protection inherited from Bugsy.

Vasi needed to vocalize most complex spells. A squeezed throat made that difficult.

The key word being most.

Shapeshift, Vasi thought. Most would have transformed into another creature more fit for melee, but the witch knew she would never excel in it. Instead, she reshaped her body to open new mouths on her palms and used them to spellcast. Superflare!

An explosion of bright light detonated from her staff; Belphegor hadnt expected her to use such a dangerous spell in melee and he was summarily blasted off Vasi. The witch took no damage. Her staffs special ability excluded her from the area of effect.

Vasi gasped for air to the tune of her flapping wings. The terrible sound of grinding gears in the background was only matched by screams of panic. The witch quickly took a look around.

She and Belphegors flight had ended in what appeared to be a foundry in the very depths of the Parthenon dungeon. The two had crashed through a steel wall into a sprawling chamber held together by massive columns. Incomplete power armor parts traveled along an assembly line moved by brass gears. Ovens burned like the heart of the sun, spewing molten steel into bubbling pools. Traces of battle were omnipresent, from broken contraptions to broken barricades. Dozens of Ashoks soldiers were present in the room, as were knights of the Swords of Saint-George and gunners from the French Armed Forces.

They were all choking to death on the floor.

Belphegors purple miasma had seeped into the forge, the heat turning it into a disgusting smog. Neither armor nor magic could stop it. The miasma seeped through all cracks and drained anyone breathing it of their very lives.

Help An armored soldier crawling on the steel floor raised a hand at Vasi. She couldnt tell whether it belonged to her allies or enemies. The miasma was turning his skin purple and caused his flesh to rot in some places. Help

For the first time in her life, Vasi regretted not possessing healing spells worth a damn.

Basil Bohens [Deaths Banner] protected you from [Death Miasma]!

What an annoying ability you have, Belphegor mused as he leaped on top of an assembly line. He let it carry him away around the room while stepping over the dying. But the rest will make fine vessels for my soul.

Why are they all affected? Vasi quickly guessed why, to her horror. Only Apocalypse Force members are protected from the weather, but Ashoks troops havent joined the faction yet. His troops are all going to die.

And from the gleeful look on Belphegors face, he couldnt care less.

You know, Ive only felt fear twice in my unlife. The Horseman of Death summoned a black violin and its bow to his hands. From the chalky look of it, they had been crafted from bones and the hair of the dead. The first was when I met the Boss and the second was when your own drove his halberd into my flesh.

He applied the bow to a black string. Ive hated it both times.

Belphegor used his [Danse Macabre] as a spellcasting wand! All spells cast with it will inflict additional [Wind] and [Soul] damage!

The others dont look like theyre coming, Vasi thought as she glanced at the hole in the wall. None of her teammates stepped out of it to help. The fact Basils and Bugsys Perks still protected her meant they were still alive, but the inactive Logs prevented them from communicating. Im on my own.

Everything can be made into a pleasure, even pain, Belphegor rambled. Pain makes me feel alive, but fear it makes me feel weak. Dont get me wrong, roleplaying weakness is fine in my book, but actually being at someones mercy as they threaten to destroy you forever? Nobody can stand it, not even

Vasi had to hope her team would survive long enough for her to rejoin them. She was confident she could handle the Horseman alone.

Destroying him for good would be another matter.

Wait, are you ignoring me? Me? Belphegor played a sinister note on his violin. A mighty sphere of darkness and swirling wind erupted from his instrument. Stop giving me the cold shoulder, you winged twit!

Vasi flew out of the projectiles way while preparing her own spell. Ancient Meteor, she cast, quickly followed by a second attack. Crimson Lightning.

Her magic swiftly materialized a mighty fiery rock right beneath the ceiling. The projectile all but popped into existence before swiftly falling upon Belphegor.

The Horseman leaped out of the way as the assembly line exploded in a rain of gears, right as a torrent of lightning fell upon

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Vasi barely had time to blink before she noticed Belphegor flying straight at her. Having learned his lesson from their clash earlier, he had decided to engage in close combat. He raised his violin like a club and tried to bash Vasis skull in.

She was utterly unfazed. Ghostform.

Her body instantly turned translucent. Belphegors instrument went through her as did the Horsemen of Death.

[Intangibility] status! You are now immune to [Physical] attacks for ten minutes!

Belphegor only had time to blink in surprise as he continued his flight behind Vasi. Ugh?

Vasi answered by pointing her staff at his back and casting Superflare. The resulting explosion sent Belphegor bouncing onto the steel floor below.

It is true that melee will never be one of my strengths, but it wont be my weakness either, Vasi mused. He had taken her by surprise last time. It wouldnt happen again. Ancient Meteor.

Then she dropped an asteroid on him.

A fiery rock squashed the Horseman and the nearest oven, spilling a puddle of molten steel on the ground. Vasi immediately winced upon seeing some of it spilling over and burning a soldier lying nearby. From the lack of reaction, he was either dead or close.

Without protection, Belphegors weather magic killed in sixteen minutes in the best case. Wounded soldiers probably lasted less than half the time.

Are there survivors? Vasi scanned the room from above, but all she could see were corpses. She did notice a soldier shambling near a molten steel pool like a zombie. One.

The sight of the body turning to wax showed her mistake. The walking corpse burst into flames and Belphegor was reborn from the ashes.

That hurt, he noted with a smirk. Thank you.

Heres another! Vasi replied as she started spellcasting. Anci

A shadowy sphere appeared in front of her as time resumed.

Vasi flew downward to dodge without completing her spell, and was forced to run circles around the forge as more projectiles surged from the ground.

I never really cared about becoming Overgod. Belphegors melody hastened into a chaotic symphony, each note unleashing a black sphere of darkness. Destroying worlds was just a way to satisfy my bloodlust. I dont require much to be happy.

Vasi ignored him. She struggled to dodge the onslaught of attacks before she managed to hide behind a steel pillar, which gave her enough time to breathe. The shadow spheres impacted on her protection with a series of booms and bangs. The ceiling trembled under the strain. The walls shook and molten steel spilled out of the pools.

What I cant stand, Belphegor said from across the room, is fear.

I tried to trap him under a rock, but it didn't work, Vasi thought while assessing her options. She opened the Guild Inventory, and to her joy she found what she was looking for.

[Fire] damage negated by Bugsys [Alexicacus]! 160 [Wind] and 160 [Soul] damage! Damage divided by four thanks [Fomor Lifeforce] to native resistances! Vitality check successful! Belphegor avoided [Petrification]!

I dont know where they are, Shellgirl replied. I hoped they were with you. I picked up other friends on the way, though.

Steve let out a roar of steam, and an armored figure stepped out of the Steamobile; an armored knight with angelic wings. These two were supposed to help the Bohens attack Ashok in the initial part of the plan until Maxwell had them separated from the rest of the group.

He is the source of this pestilence from what I understand? Unlike his soldiers, Simeon appeared utterly unfazed by the miasma. An angelic halo floating behind his head protected him from it. We must incapacitate him?

Yes. Vasi raised her staff with a cruel grin. Letting him keep his limbs is optional.

Good. Simeon charged at Belphegor without another word, with Shellgirl closely following him. Vasi moved to cut off the Horsemans exit.

He was soon encircled.

I hate Paladins, Belphegor complained, his eyes burning with spite. Its Killing Time!

And time skipped again.

Pain followed the bitter kiss of steel.

Basil gritted his teeth as Brinas claymore grazed his shoulder. The blade pierced through his armor and sliced all the way to the flesh underneath, spilling blood all over the floor. Had he not deflected it with his halberd, the blow would have severed his arm.

Why are you fighting this relentless battle, Basil Bohen? Brina asked, each sentence punctuated by a clash of their weapons. The valkyries greater strength helped her push Basil back. Do you covet the throne too? Or did your grudge against us survive Apollyon's death?

The duel had led them up a stairway and into a small stone chamber lit by torches. Debris littered the ground of this chamber: Spartiate weapons, hoplite armor, and ancient shields. Basil guessed it must have been some kind of armory exposition from when the Parthenon had been a museum, though he couldnt confirm it.

Im fighting you because someone has to, Basil replied while deflecting a swing. Brinas claymore hit a nearby wall and left a slash through it. If I had any other choice, I would be rebuilding my house and cooking for my friends rather than stand before you.

It had been exceedingly difficult for Basil to hold his ground against the valkyrie back when he had both his shield and the support of his allies. Now that he had moved into a smaller room reducing his Double Jumps effectiveness, his options were running dry.

Basil Bohen did not perform well in narrow spaces.

Switching tactics, Basil unleashed his corrosive breath as their weapons clashed. Poison flowed out of his mouth and briefly blinded Brina. He followed through with a halberd parry to send her stumbling and then a water elemental orb.

So you fight me out of duty rather than ambition? Brina brushed off the poison and easily deflected the elemental orb with her claymore. A flash of respect briefly appeared in her eyes, but only for a moment. Perhaps you are worthy of Valhalla after all.

A blue aura flared around her blade.

However She swung her sword so fast even Moment of Prescience struggled to predict it. I wont let anyone stand in my way.

Basil parried the blow with his halberd, hoping to push her back with a well-placed counter. His steel stopped her own.

It was a mistake.

Immediately he sensed magical power travel from Brinas weapon to his own, and then the rest of his body. His senses dulled, his body slowed down, and he was swiftly stripped of the foresight afforded by Flash of Prescience.

Brinas [Antimagic Blade] disabled your buffs. You are no longer protected by [Deaths Banner].

The stench of death filled Basils throat.

Time and space darkened.

To all but Belphegor, it appeared as if a negative filter covered the world. Colors were drowned into a shadowy sea of black and white. A peaceful silence swallowed all sounds. The very idea of motion, of communication and consequences, had lost all meaning.

Inside the skipped time, Belphegor was as ephemeral as a specter. The mimics stone arrow harmlessly traveled through him without inflicting any damage or ailment, as did the paladins sword.

Belphegors Killing Time removed himself from the timestream. Everyone followed the actions they would have taken had he not activated his ability. The fairy witch fired a lightning spell in Belphegors direction and her paladin friend rushed forward.

The Horseman phased through them all with a laugh. He couldnt harm anyone inside the skipped timeno more than his enemies could harm himbut it allowed him to position himself better for a counterattack.

Who should I hit first? Belphegor wondered. So many choices and all of them were terrible. The witch was too strong for him, paladins were always a pain to fight, the mimic could potentially put him down for good, and Belphegor had yet to see a machine feel pain.

Fighting these four would be a chore at best and his demise at worst.

However, the sight of rashes appearing on the witch and mimic immediately brought a smile to his face. It appeared Brina had finally managed to slay the Tamer and stripped his thralls of their protection.

I overestimated my partner, eh? Belphegor mused as he moved closer to the witch to better watch her die. As if a boy could defeat the multiverses strongest weapon master!

Belphegor had never doubted Brina since they met. Not even once. Only the Maleking could possibly trounce her in single combat, and if she ever caught up level-wise She was truly the best.

I win. Since Belphegor had enough Special Points to maintain the time-skip for a while and no need to attack directly anymore, he would simply maintain it until his foes expired. I cant wait to watch the light leave your eyes.

Me too, someone answered.

For the third time in his unlife, Belphegor felt the bitter sting of fear.

Killing Time had been his refuge since he first unlocked the ability. His sanctuary. No one could threaten him within this magical anomaly. Nobody else could adjust their movements, let alone speak.

Yet this hidden sanctuary had been invaded.

I was waiting for you outside to do battle. A mothlike humanoid with draconic features stepped out of the hole in the wall, as regal as he was intimidating. Belphegor immediately noticed the familial resemblance with the fairy witch. But you cowards would rather bully my daughter behind my back?

The stranger unsheathed a rapier, his eyes shining with murderous intent.

As Father of the Year, I cant let that stand, he told Belphegor. You better pick a god and pray, ruffian.

Such taunt would have made the Horseman of Death laugh once, but he was too shaken to enjoy himself. H-how can you move in the skipped time?

Skipping time is a trick used by fools too weak to command it. The stranger looked down on Belphegor with condescension. Youve never faced a capped Chronomancer, have you?

Flames swirled within the Horseman of Deaths hands. Blast Bu

The strangers sword pierced Belphegors chest and came out on the other side.