Warlords: World Conquest RP

[deonment]

"I see. As you implied outside of the meeting hall to Tabula, you likely have the means to share your unrestrained view of the universe with others. That is what I am here to purchase."

The woman's eyes would become empty at this point as [REDACTED]'s voice came out "I theoretically could yes, but I see potential in you, potential great enough to be a rarity in these low worlds." It would stare at Kane and give him the feeling of being seen through, not his secrets, but of his very essence. "If I were to give you such enlightenment, to come through the process with your mind fractured would be a miracle so divinely imposed I would suspect one of my ilk were acting to help you. What I would give you is a fraction, a fragment, of enlightenment, and let you comprehend that for yourself, that will not harm your growth, but instead aid it. To let you make it your own and take your own view on it is the way of the sky, and what you are most attuned to."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

The king raises his hand up, shooting several galaxy-like orbs to counter the slashes, though some go through and still strike, with Yharon putting himself in front of the attacks. that definitelly hurt the beast, but a quick healing factor and an extreme pain tollerance mitigate the effect.

Yorsha gives the dragon a nod, and it gives one back understanding. The elden king jumps off Yharon, his mantle turning into giant wings as he flies towards the opponent warlord, meanwhile, the jungle beast turns towards the two unharmed minions and, from many glads across its body, shoots out highly pressurized jets of yellow liquid, an ichor of dehabilitating effects,

On the other end, the warlord, would bear withness the army of golems, and decides to reply in kind, as he looks inot a fold in his left arm.

"Mhm... they should be about ready."

He says, before looking up the sky.

"To me, my Terrarians!"

He shouts, albeit more for show than anything since he's making the call through digital means. As soon as the call was launched, four individuals teleport into the scene, right unto the grounds below the king. Four individuals, each in a different armorsuit, and wilding different weaponry.

A warrior blazing like the sun, a ranger with digital armor, a mage in celestial robes and a summoner with a honest to god Jojo stand, a quartet of cosmic power that mounts a counter assault against the golem horde.

The warrior throws solar spears, the ranger shoot luminous barrages of bullets and granades, the mage unleashes arcane fists projectiles, and the summoner uses his stand to throw barrages of punches, while also summoning a long, serpentine dragon to shred the enemies.

As Yorsha flew towards Alfonso, the man held out a hand...multiple arrows made of pure energy suddenly flew from his hand and body...arching in the air as they homed in rival warlord. Should he attempt to dodge...they would turn sharply, following the man's movements, and should any manage to touch his body...they would detonate in a powerful explosion, damaging anything within range.

Meanwhile...

Anemoi immediately shifted back into her tempest form, dispersing herself through the air in an attempt to avoid the surging liquid, before it could touch her flesh. At the same time, Poseidon would suddenly dive downward...disappearing under the water on the nearby coastline before the liquid could touch him. Should this escape be successful...A massive blast of water would suddenly erupt from the ocean, hundreds of gallons of liquid flying towards the dragon in an attempt to batter him with the forceful tide.

Meanwhile...

The Golems were, easily, destroyed by the powerful assault of the man's army, proving no match for the sheer firepower of his mighty Terrerians.

However...moments later...the golems would slowly begin to reform themselves, absorbing the sand lingering on the ground to reconstitute their physical bodies. It seemed the beings themselves...while weak in nature, lacked any semblance of a physical body, and thus could freely restore their physical form from the surrounding sand. As they slowly regenerated, they would continue to rush forward, the few that could weather their intense assault immediately jumping upward in an attempt to latch onto their body...seemingly attempting to suffocate them underneath the mass of flowing sand that made up their form.

 

[Da3ggman]

Zlata would be in her sultry voice as she answered the question.

"Well, that'll be a secret, honey~ Just come over here for a surprise~" winking at the telephone as she giggled.

“F-Fine, but it better be damn good; I’m simply famished!”

He then hung up the phone, and over the next few hours, preceded to fly from Turkey to the border of Russia.

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

The woman's eyes would become empty at this point as [REDACTED]'s voice came out "I theoretically could yes, but I see potential in you, potential great enough to be a rarity in these low worlds." It would stare at Kane and give him the feeling of being seen through, not his secrets, but of his very essence. "If I were to give you such enlightenment, to come through the process with your mind fractured would be a miracle so divinely imposed I would suspect one of my ilk were acting to help you. What I would give you is a fraction, a fragment, of enlightenment, and let you comprehend that for yourself, that will not harm your growth, but instead aid it. To let you make it your own and take your own view on it is the way of the sky, and what you are most attuned to."

Kane smirks, knowing he's hit the nail on the head.

"You underestimate me, good sir. I've already gone through what one could consider enlightenment, taking an extended dip into the grand essence. It was what one could consider a destructive, failed enlightenment, something that should have by all rights left me as nothing more than a soulless, mindless shell that simply sat in place until my lifespan ran out. However, the heavenly daos could not hold me that long, and I eventually fought my way back to my body. I hear its a common phrase that everyone is a bit unwell in the head, even if they don't recognize it, but I don't think I need to explain that it requires a special kind of mentality to do the things that I have. In any case, I grasped certain enlightenments that make future ventures substantially less dangerous."

 

[Backbackback]

Out of sheer boredom, Rusty sent the call to Miles so he could answer it instead of doing it himself.

"Hello?" Miles asked to the one that is calling.

"Hello~ This is Zlata, it's an automated message so don't bother trying to respond, sorry..." a giggle followed before clearing her throat, "a-Ahem. By the time I'm recording this, a Warlord would come here to India and make deal— either by taking the nukes or some else— but I'm guessing it's Nakya given she embodies basic destruction. It's pretty much ermmm, don't wanna sound like a nerd here, ehhh, 7.3% that she'd even go for a full alliance, the rest being just her agreeing on not attacking." Zlata explained. "And also, I've been wondering, how do we Warlords came to be? Ever thought of that? I know you can't answer, but... if you could do a bit of research about it— which I know you would do, hihi~, of course— and send me a message later when you find anything good. See ya!" and the call stopped.

“F-Fine, but it better be damn good; I’m simply famished!”

He then hung up the phone, and over the next few hours, preceded to fly from Turkey to the border of Russia.

"Hihi~" Zlata giggled as she ended the call.

At the other gateway on Russia, one far away from where Zlata and Maria were, doing the you know what, there was a visible red carpet for Arthur to land on.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Hello~ This is Zlata, it's an automated message so don't bother trying to respond, sorry..." a giggle followed before clearing her throat, "a-Ahem. By the time I'm recording this, a Warlord would come here to India and make deal— either by taking the nukes or some else— but I'm guessing it's Nakya given she embodies basic destruction. It's pretty much ermmm, don't wanna sound like a nerd here, ehhh, 7.3% that she'd even go for a full alliance, the rest being just her agreeing on not attacking." Zlata explained. "And also, I've been wondering, how do we Warlords came to be? Ever thought of that? I know you can't answer, but... if you could do a bit of research about it— which I know you would do, hihi~, of course— and send me a message later when you find anything good. See ya!" and the call stopped.

"Hihi~" Zlata giggled as she ended the call.

At the other gateway on Russia, one far away from where Zlata and Maria were, doing the you know what, there was a visible red carpet for Arthur to land on.

“What a strange entrance….is this normal in your world?” He asked the trio on his back as he landed.

“Um, it’s usually reserved for celebrities and such, which I suppose you would be considered!” Caesar replied.

“Ah, well then, how considerate of that Zlata girl! I’ll have to thank her once I meet her in person!”

 

[Backbackback]

“What a strange entrance….is this normal in your world?” He asked the trio on his back as he landed.

“Um, it’s usually reserved for celebrities and such, which I suppose you would be considered!” Caesar replied.

“Ah, well then, how considerate of that Zlata girl! I’ll have to thank her once I meet her in person!”

The gigantic walls that surrounds Russia came to view as they step upon the many of gates it has, though there were many neon lights as bodyguards, Qunti and Jhason besides a silhouette.

Given this was a date, Zlata wore something new. Of course, it's meant for the occasion since this was a date, one that she wouldn't just dress normally.

She'd walked like a model on a runway as she approached Arthur gently, before stopping a bit.

"Hello~" waving her hand, smiling.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Hello~ This is Zlata, it's an automated message so don't bother trying to respond, sorry..." a giggle followed before clearing her throat, "a-Ahem. By the time I'm recording this, a Warlord would come here to India and make deal— either by taking the nukes or some else— but I'm guessing it's Nakya given she embodies basic destruction. It's pretty much ermmm, don't wanna sound like a nerd here, ehhh, 7.3% that she'd even go for a full alliance, the rest being just her agreeing on not attacking." Zlata explained. "And also, I've been wondering, how do we Warlords came to be? Ever thought of that? I know you can't answer, but... if you could do a bit of research about it— which I know you would do, hihi~, of course— and send me a message later when you find anything good. See ya!" and the call stopped.

Miles looked at one of his companions who shrugged his shoulders, before continuing to use the computer in search of any clues about what brought them all here, he had obtained the data from the security cameras of some countries and all chinese research satellites, Miles began to try to find a similar energy source that is not the energies that each warlords have by themselves(Not their personal powers), thus isolating the problem and being able to trace the cause itself of what brought them

 

[Da3ggman]

The gigantic walls that surrounds Russia came to view as they step upon the many of gates it has, though there were many neon lights as bodyguards, Qunti and Jhason besides a silhouette.

Given this was a date, Zlata wore something new. Of course, it's meant for the occasion since this was a date, one that she wouldn't just dress normally.

She'd walked like a model on a runway as she approached Arthur gently, before stopping a bit.

"Hello~" waving her hand, smiling.

Seeing Zlata in her clothes made Arthur blush madly; in his previous home, this appearance was reserved for married couples, not two political figures!

“W-Wow, you look stunning!” He said to her, flustered beyond belief.

“…..I ship it!” Emperatriz whispered to her fellow students on the Warlord’s back.

 

[Overlord775]

As Yorsha flew towards Alfonso, the man held out a hand...multiple arrows made of pure energy suddenly flew from his hand and body...arching in the air as they homed in rival warlord. Should he attempt to dodge...they would turn sharply, following the man's movements, and should any manage to touch his body...they would detonate in a powerful explosion, damaging anything within range.

The would do much more than dodge, as he pulls out a purple rod from his cloak, swinging it forward as the arrows converge in on him. The explosions are set off, the arrows colliding against each other as...

Yorsha appears behind him.

The giant swings his right arm at him, turned into a massive biological blade, and covered in green, cursed flames.

Meanwhile...

Anemoi immediately shifted back into her tempest form, dispersing herself through the air in an attempt to avoid the surging liquid, before it could touch her flesh. At the same time, Poseidon would suddenly dive downward...disappearing under the water on the nearby coastline before the liquid could touch him. Should this escape be successful...A massive blast of water would suddenly erupt from the ocean, hundreds of gallons of liquid flying towards the dragon in an attempt to batter him with the forceful tide.

The dragon counters by shooting a beam of light and darkness against the water attack. Afterwards, it would use its own weather control, calling fourth a Cthulhunado into the ocean, attempting to both suck Poisedon straight out of the water and Anemoi out of the air at the same time!

Meanwhile...

The Golems were, easily, destroyed by the powerful assault of the man's army, proving no match for the sheer firepower of his mighty Terrerians.

However...moments later...the golems would slowly begin to reform themselves, absorbing the sand lingering on the ground to reconstitute their physical bodies. It seemed the beings themselves...while weak in nature, lacked any semblance of a physical body, and thus could freely restore their physical form from the surrounding sand. As they slowly regenerated, they would continue to rush forward, the few that could weather their intense assault immediately jumping upward in an attempt to latch onto their body...seemingly attempting to suffocate them underneath the mass of flowing sand that made up their form.

The melee terrarian is actually able to deal with them, the heat of its spears glassing the golems, abliet the others are indeed having troubble. The four warriors are nimble and exceptionally hard to pin down, making the suffocations attempts a massive chore.

Seeing their regenerativ enemies, the summoner of the group has an idea, comunicating it to the other 3.

While the ranger and the melee keep at bay the golems, the summoner and the mage pull out bags of purple powder and start throwing them around. The powder enters into the golems, infecting them down to their very essence, and causing them to go into a berserk-like frenzy that causes them to attack non-corrupted golems, while also poluting the sand and causing more to be infected.

This chaos makes it easier to deal with them, glassing with solar and cursed flames, though meanwhile the summoner summons fourth a swarl of celestial cells to straight up steal the souls from the golems before they can reform.

 

[Backbackback]

Seeing Zlata in her clothes made Arthur blush madly; in his previous home, this appearance was reserved for married couples, not two political figures!

“W-Wow, you look stunning!” He said to her, flustered beyond belief.

“…..I ship it!” Emperatriz whispered to her fellow students on the Warlord’s back.

"Well, we're here for a meetup right~?" Zlata asked, shifting a bit close "Why so flustered?" she whispered into his ear before giggling, turning around.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Well, we're here for a meetup right~?" Zlata asked, shifting a bit close "Why so flustered?" she whispered into his ear before giggling, turning around.

“It’s n-nothing, just a bit exhausted from flying is all!” He replied awkwardly, rubbing his neck with his hand.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

The would do much more than dodge, as he pulls out a purple rod from his cloak, swinging it forward as the arrows converge in on him. The explosions are set off, the arrows colliding against each other as...

Yorsha appears behind him.

The giant swings his right arm at him, turned into a massive biological blade, and covered in green, cursed flames.

Despite appearing behind him...Alfonso was not surprised by his sudden movement, almost as if he had known in advance what the man was about to do. Despite this...with the giant so close to him, he would be unable to completely avoid his assault. raising his arm, he braced himself, the blade slamming heavily against his flesh...yet unable to cleave deeply into his person. If the man could see spiritual energy...he would be able to notice it wrapping around his arm the moment before impact, forming a black, invisible armor that allowed him to ward off the sharpness of the blade, though not without damage.

With his other hand, he summoned a large ball of energy in his palm, before suddenly lunging forward, launching an explosive projectile point black into his chest.

The dragon counters by shooting a beam of light and darkness against the water attack. Afterwards, it would use its own weather control, calling fourth a Cthulhunado into the ocean, attempting to both suck Poisedon straight out of the water and Anemoi out of the air at the same time!

The beams clashed in a powerful roar of energy and fluid, water splashing across the field as the attacks nullified each other. However...the Cthulhunado managed to catch them both off guard...the Hydra and woman were temporarily forced out of their respective territories. Quickly they attempted to regain their balance, Anemoi rapidly summoning her own tempest to negate some of the wind, while Poisedon used his water abilities to create a whirlpool in the opposite direction, the two elementals working in tandem in hopes of nullifying the attack.

The melee terrarian is actually able to deal with them, the heat of its spears glassing the golems, abliet the others are indeed having troubble. The four warriors are nimble and exceptionally hard to pin down, making the suffocations attempts a massive chore.

Seeing their regenerativ enemies, the summoner of the group has an idea, comunicating it to the other 3.

While the ranger and the melee keep at bay the golems, the summoner and the mage pull out bags of purple powder and start throwing them around. The powder enters into the golems, infecting them down to their very essence, and causing them to go into a berserk-like frenzy that causes them to attack non-corrupted golems, while also poluting the sand and causing more to be infected.

This chaos makes it easier to deal with them, glassing with solar and cursed flames, though meanwhile the summoner summons fourth a swarl of celestial cells to straight up steal the souls from the golems before they can reform.

The summoner's plan was worthy of praise, their quick thinking, alongside the ferocious strikes of the spear-wielding golem, allowing them to glass, destroy, and deanimate the mass of sand creatures, the last golem shattering into pieces on the sand below.

However...they would not get a chance for reprieve. As a massive burst of flame suddenly flew forth from the sky above; Helios, the two-headed canine of heat and flame, finally recovering enough to return to the fight.

 

[Backbackback]

“It’s n-nothing, just a bit exhausted from flying is all!” He replied awkwardly, rubbing his neck with his hand.

"Well, why don't we go to the meetup?" she slowly held Arthur's hand with both arms, "I heard the food is good~" winking.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Well, why don't we go to the meetup?" she slowly held Arthur's hand with both arms, "I heard the food is good~" winking.

"Let's! Oh wait, uh, what am I going to do with them?" He asked, gesturing to his back, where three teenage heads popped up behind him.

 

[Backbackback]

"Let's! Oh wait, uh, what am I going to do with them?" He asked, gesturing to his back, where three teenage heads popped up behind him.

"They could mingle with my buddies~" glancing at her two bodyguards, "Besides, there's gonna be a biggg bigg event right after we talk~"

 

[Paul_Frank]

Nakya finishes up the markers on Cambodia, easily alerting the nation to her threat with how she took it, hopefully combined with the forces of some other recently taken territory, they’d be interesting. On the subject of territories, Nakya’s mind can’t help but wander to the binding vow she made, as she intensifies the storm around them all.

I wonder how much she really knew about the inner workings of those, and how? Although if it comes down to it, it won’t matter much in the end.

She continues, placing a signifier at the edges of Laos, and of Vietnam. Rather than taking them however, she takes a break and teleports back to Brunei, specifically, to the Istana Nurul Iman. Destruction was her magic, this naturally meant that on top of having abilities to make destruction easier, she had reasons to destroy things, there was a tangible benefit to it. Things like what was possibly the largest palace in the world.

Black flames swirl around Nakya, seemingly destroying the very air they come into contact with, before they all condense around her hand into a ball, which she throws into the air right above the palace. First a shockwave goes out to the limits of the palace, encompassing a portion of the river as well. It first destroys several walls, then the air, along with several structures in the vicinity, are pulled inwards. This is all however, just a prelude to the true danger, as a pitch black sphere of flames erupts outwards, again covering the entire palace and its surroundings. Once it fades, there’s nothing, it's as if that entire thing had been selected and deleted on a computer program, no traces remain, no flames, ashes, nothing, there isn’t even the smell of burnt materials. It truly looks like it was just pulled out of its location, and placed somewhere else.

Having dealt with that, Nakya opens the scroll and eats two of the fingers she was given, before putting it away, and heading back to the border of Vietnam and crossing into it to go and place more signifiers. Within the Plane of Euthymia, she steps things up further. For what she was trying to learn to do, she wouldn’t have motivation to learn it just sitting there staring into the void, a training partner would be needed, one durable enough to survive her blows.

“With this treasure, I summon…”

 

[Da3ggman]

"They could mingle with my buddies~" glancing at her two bodyguards, "Besides, there's gonna be a biggg bigg event right after we talk~"

"Perfect! In that case, let us commence forth!" He exclaimed, strutting forward along the red carpet next to her.

 

[Backbackback]

"Perfect! In that case, let us commence forth!" He exclaimed, strutting forward along the red carpet next to her.

Her hands were soft running across Arthur's arm as they soon arrived at a restaurant, there was a very elegant table with two seats befitting for two couples Warlords.

 

[Rakih_Elyan]

"That guy." I sighed at my fellow warlord antic.

"Prepare an invading forces, we are going to invade Armenia." I ordered at the defense minister.

"But your majesty! Iran won't stay silent with us invading Armenia!" He says worryingly. "Our border will certainly meet the north Iranian one. So they will likely becomes hostile to us the moment we complete conquering Armenia!"

"That one of the reasons." I said confidently. "We need to subdue Iran quickly, so we will mount an offense to Armenia in order to create a larger war front for us."

"Also, don't forgot to train all of the eternity sword user in the art of warfare. As I will personally train them mana manipulation later. Bring any of our ex-military that has become eternity sword user and tell them to break Armenian first line of defence, their current strength are enough to face against any conventional weapon that they have."

---

"O my soldiers, I will give you ten rules for guidance on the battlefield. Do not commit treachery or deviate from the right path. You must not mutilate dead bodies; do not kill a woman, a child, or an innocent man; do not cut down fruitful trees; do not destroy inhabited areas; do not slaughter any of the enemies’ sheep, cow or camel except for food; do not burn date palms, nor inundate them; do not embezzle nor be guilty of cowardliness…You are likely to pass by people who have devoted their lives to monastic services; leave them alone!"

The words of their Caliph still echoes through their mind as they obeys him, the eternity swords user -or the Ghazi as the Caliph named them- move forth as the declaration of war from the Caliphate are announced.

Artillery and warplanes weaken the enemies position as the Ghazi cross Turkey-Armenian borders. Slaughtering soldiers upon soldiers and tons of AFV of enemy before the regular infantry and armoured division joins in the fray.

In a short time, the Armenian army are being annihilated completely. While the Caliph himself joined the battlefield at the very front and place his signifiers on the four cardinal directions of the nation.

The caliph reassure the population of Armenia of their safety and way of life.

Armenia has been conquered by the great Caliphate of Al-Faizziyah.

 

[Overlord775]

Despite appearing behind him...Alfonso was not surprised by his sudden movement, almost as if he had known in advance what the man was about to do. Despite this...with the giant so close to him, he would be unable to completely avoid his assault. raising his arm, he braced himself, the blade slamming heavily against his flesh...yet unable to cleave deeply into his person. If the man could see spiritual energy...he would be able to notice it wrapping around his arm the moment before impact, forming a black, invisible armor that allowed him to ward off the sharpness of the blade, though not without damage.

With his other hand, he summoned a large ball of energy in his palm, before suddenly lunging forward, launching an explosive projectile point black into his chest.

Yorsha would be taken by surprises, the explosion hitting directly, and causing the warlord be blasted a good ways backwards. That definitelly hurt, the king's body clearly damage... however not as much as it should have been, in fact it seem he only took about half of the expected damage.

At his sides, the two spheres he had summoned at the start of the fight can be seen bleeding propusely. They each took 25% of the damage that was supposed for the king, which they could handle as they are quite litterally living damage sponges.

Yorsha look down at the wound, at the blood leaking out of it, as he passes an hand on it.

"Impressive, most impressive!"

He simply compliments Alfonso, a genuelly happy grin on his face. This was fun, this was exciting.

"But let's see how you handle this."

The king states, before then channeling his warlord given power, and channels his enhances magic to shape something into existance.

[10 Charges used. Level 8 magic.]

That something being, a perfectly sphererical, flaoting mass of throrns, vines and shadow scales. Despite its seemingly unipressive experior, it emanates a sheer aura of DEATH.

Alfonso can feel in its very soul that if that thing touches any part of him, be it his actual body or any extension of it, or even his energy, it will certainly lead to an intantanous, brutal death.

The sphere of murder air-dashes towards him.

The beams clashed in a powerful roar of energy and fluid, water splashing across the field as the attacks nullified each other. However...the Cthulhunado managed to catch them both off guard...the Hydra and woman were temporarily forced out of their respective territories. Quickly they attempted to regain their balance, Anemoi rapidly summoning her own tempest to negate some of the wind, while Poisedon used his water abilities to create a whirlpool in the opposite direction, the two elementals working in tandem in hopes of nullifying the attack.

Its a real struggle for control, and one they probably could eventually win, but that eventually is not something the dragon will just let happen.

All around the two minions, swarms of prism projectiles are called into existances, shooting unto them. These will certainly hurt if they hit, even the fact they are elemental should matter little since they are unable to disperse at the moment.

The summoner's plan was worthy of praise, their quick thinking, alongside the ferocious strikes of the spear-wielding golem, allowing them to glass, destroy, and deanimate the mass of sand creatures, the last golem shattering into pieces on the sand below.

However...they would not get a chance for reprieve. As a massive burst of flame suddenly flew forth from the sky above; Helios, the two-headed canine of heat and flame, finally recovering enough to return to the fight.

The quartet would be caught directly by the blast, taking massive damage, all except for the melee thanks to his elemental resiliance against flames and general better bulk.

While the rest takes a good moment to lick their wounds, the solar flare knight quickly injects something into himself, as he then opens his wings and dashes unto Helios.

"Get lost you massive asshole!"

As he charges, the terrarian brings out a giant sword, wildly swinging it in front of himself, while star-shaped meteors fall down unto the elemental from the sky.

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

--snip--

"Glad we could come to an understanding, darling..." She said, turning around and warping to the border south of Ecuador upon re-entering her own territory. She was a little irritated, but could tell a direct confrontation with Deimos was going to be bad for her. It was as if she could sense how strong he was, but she also got glimpses into the future of what it would look like if she fought him. None of them were pleasant. Should she ever decide to break this deal of hers, she figured she would need to come back later to do so.

---

Ecuador was relatively easy to conquer. Much more of a cake walk. She then made her way into Colombia shortly afterwards, placing a signifier upon her arrival. Moving deeper into the country, she placed yet another signifier. She felt as though someone was coming, though. She didn't know why, but this time, she wasn't willing to give up what was about to be hers so easily. Besides, she wanted to see the full extent of her own abilities.

 

[Da3ggman]

Her hands were soft running across Arthur's arm as they soon arrived at a restaurant, there was a very elegant table with two seats befitting for two couples Warlords.

He felt her hands and exhaled heavily, shivers being sent up his spine, before pulling his arm away quickly. It almost felt like....never mind; it was probably just a coincidence!

"My oh my, this place is beautiful! We oughta have one in Spain!"

 

[Backbackback]

He felt her hands and exhaled heavily, shivers being sent up his spine, before pulling his arm away quickly. It almost felt like....never mind; it was probably just a coincidence!

"My oh my, this place is beautiful! We oughta have one in Spain!"

"Madame Zlata, Sir Arthur, please... take a seat..."

Zlata sat in front, cross legged as she stared at Arthur, blinking twice as her shimmering eyes locked on.

 

[WHYNAUT]

Aster had sensed the presence of another supernatural being, likely a Warlord. As such she sent her Deva away after placing her signifier in Hungary's eastern point, which is where she was now waiting for the Warlord.

@Lou_change

If Defender reaches Hungary's eastern border, he finds a figure wearing a crimson robe, standing in front of an enormous tiger tooth. Their garbs conceal every part of their body and a veil obscures their facial features.

 

[Torlikoff]

Once the ritual is complete, Deimos tosses his glass to the ground, shattering it as he laughs. "Well then, my friends. I believe we have some business to take care of. I'm heading over to South Africa to do a little renovating. Astaroth, get to work with the british tech. You've got my legions, I want as many submarines and drones as you can build. Information and Logistics is how we win wars, not overwhelming power. So we'll do just that. Gremory, you're coming with me. Asmodeus, continue your work. We're gonna conquer the sun if it's the last thing we do. No sense ruling over a planet if I can't goddamn see it. Make sure the blood demon art infusions are coming along, too."

"You got it, boss," The spider-like demon bows. A tatami door appears behind him that he steps back into, before it shuts and fades.
"As you wish, my lord," Says the inky demon, trailing away and leaving a pleasant scent of flowers behind her.

"Flauros, Leviathan, Andrealphus. I think columbia is about to become a warzone. Do be so kind as to assist our dear Rom, and the lovely Mistress Doom. I'd like our territories to not be cut off by La Diosa's."

He tosses Rom's chip to Leviathan. "And use that as you see fit."

"It will be done."

A blizzard picks up around the three of them, and all that's left when it fades out is a clay pot.

"And me, my lord?" Asks Malphas.

"I have a special assignment for you. Head to the Lesser Antilles, and upwards to our neighbors. I've already given you the goods, so make sure the alchemist intends to uphold his end of the bargain. See if you can get a good look at him too instead of going through proxies. And... bring up the idol."

"Of course."

He disappears into the shadows. Deimos approaches Gremory, taking his hand, and in a flash, the two teleport to the coast of Brazil. Then, it's off to South Africa.

 

[Lou_change]

@WHYNAUT
“Sie müssen der deutsche Kriegsherr sein.” Defender says. (You must be the German warlord)

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Yorsha would be taken by surprises, the explosion hitting directly, and causing the warlord be blasted a good ways backwards. That definitelly hurt, the king's body clearly damage... however not as much as it should have been, in fact it seem he only took about half of the expected damage.

At his sides, the two spheres he had summoned at the start of the fight can be seen bleeding propusely. They each took 25% of the damage that was supposed for the king, which they could handle as they are quite litterally living damage sponges.

Yorsha look down at the wound, at the blood leaking out of it, as he passes an hand on it.

"Impressive, most impressive!"

He simply compliments Alfonso, a genuelly happy grin on his face. This was fun, this was exciting.

"But let's see how you handle this."

The king states, before then channeling his warlord given power, and channels his enhances magic to shape something into existance.

[10 Charges used. Level 8 magic.]

That something being, a perfectly sphererical, flaoting mass of throrns, vines and shadow scales. Despite its seemingly unipressive experior, it emanates a sheer aura of DEATH.

Alfonso can feel in its very soul that if that thing touches any part of him, be it his actual body or any extension of it, or even his energy, it will certainly lead to an intantanous, brutal death.

The sphere of murder air-dashes towards him.

Its a real struggle for control, and one they probably could eventually win, but that eventually is not something the dragon will just let happen.

All around the two minions, swarms of prism projectiles are called into existances, shooting unto them. These will certainly hurt if they hit, even the fact they are elemental should matter little since they are unable to disperse at the moment.

For the first time since the battle began…a bead of sweat…dripped down the man’s face…his grin vanishing in an instant as he saw the mass of death rush toward him.

"...Cheeky little shit..." The man muttered. He jumped backward for a moment, before raising a hand towards the dragon mount in the distance.

The being would find its attacks disrupted suddenly, as an intense, telekinetic force wrapped around its entire body, the man focusing his powerful energy directly onto the minion. And with a flick of his wrist...

He threw it toward the monstrous ball of death and organic matter. A clear attempt to kill off the creature, and test the limits of the deadly mass.

The minions meanwhile...would concentrate their power in tandem, to create a massive burst of air and wind...a shockwave of rapidly shifting currents and sheer, forceful wind erupting all around them, attempting to both cancel out the projectiles, and the lingering impacts of the tornado, at once.

The quartet would be caught directly by the blast, taking massive damage, all except for the melee thanks to his elemental resiliance against flames and general better bulk.

While the rest takes a good moment to lick their wounds, the solar flare knight quickly injects something into himself, as he then opens his wings and dashes unto Helios.

"Get lost you massive asshole!"

As he charges, the terrarian brings out a giant sword, wildly swinging it in front of himself, while star-shaped meteors fall down unto the elemental from the sky

Helios growled, staring down at the Terrarian as it swung its sword. He curled into a ball, suddenly...before dashing forward in a mass of fire and heat akin to a massive fireball, meant to mow down both the Terrarian and his sword in one fall swoop. The meteors slammed against its corporeal body, impacting the being heavily...yet it did not slow its charge as it rocketed forward.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Madame Zlata, Sir Arthur, please... take a seat..."

Zlata sat in front, cross legged as she stared at Arthur, blinking twice as her shimmering eyes locked on.

He sat down, and began staring into her eyes, taken aback by their sheer beauty.

"Ahem....So...how's your relationship with the other Warlord's going?" he asked her, trying to act a bit more professional.

 

[WHYNAUT]

@Lou_change

Instead of a vocal response, an electromagnetic signal is sent directly to Defender's mind that could be read as such:

--THAT IS CORRECT++

++YOU MUST BE THE ONE FROM SWITZERLAND--

--IT'S GOOD TO FINALLY MEET MY NEIGHBOUR++

The figure stands completely still.

 

[Lou_change]

“You seek to conquer this place I presume?” Defender asks.

 

[WHYNAUT]

++CONQUERING IS AN ACT VIOLENT SUBJUGATION--

--I AM EXTENDING MY PROTECTION TO THIS NATION++

The wind causes the figure's robe to flutter, causing the ornate white symbols on it to wave like the sea.

 

[Lou_change]

“I see, but I intended to do the same and I rather not only have all but one of my borders under the command of other warlords.” Defender explains.

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

La Diosa continued to go through Colombia. However, aside from placing signifiers, she also set up what appeared to be several pink heart-shaped balloons around certain areas, with soldiers positioned and holding what appeared to be pink strings attached to them. If anything, it looked like more of a welcome party than an army outpost. Upon placing the last of her signifiers in the country, more of these balloons would appear all over the nation, given to citizens to hold as they celebrated her victory. Droves of them could be seen all over the country. It was no secret that pink was La Diosa's favorite color, so much so that a look at her hair could tell you that. Perhaps to stroke her ego, a nationwide party with pink balloons was there to make up for her negotiation, which, of course, resulted in her failing to take Brazil.

She made her way into the crowd of people, soaking up more adoration and giving out more of these balloons: proof that she was benevolent. Kind of. However, in spite of the bad feeling she had earlier, it appeared as though she wasn't really worried about dealing with whatever was coming. She was far more focused on having a good time at the moment.

 

[WHYNAUT]

@Lou_change

++I WILL SOON BE SURROUNDED BY WARLORDS ON ALL SIDES AS WELL IF I DO NOT MARK THIS NATION--

--MORE IMPORTANTLY IT IS MY MISSION TO EXTEND MY PROTECTION TO AS MANY HUMANS AS POSSIBLE++

++TAKING TERRITORY FROM ONE OF YOUR OTHER NEIGHBOURING WARLORDS OR MOVING TO ANOTHER LOCATION WOULD RESOLVE YOUR MAIN CONCERN--

 

[Lou_change]

Defender sighs taking off their helmet causing the light inside the eye slit to fade and prevents them from receiving further signals, "Do you know where the demons that appeared in your country came from?"

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

“…Suri…na…me…Father’s…”

Romulus places the final marker, close to Guayana. Blood of those who resisted the will of her new Father drip down her gauntlets.

“…Mmm…”

Her eyes scan the area ahead of her. Guayana lies across the rainforest. Romulus opens a portal, and teleports into the capital. The president would meet the same fate as his predecessor.



@Torlikoff

You feel as if you gained the Kingdom of Suriname.

 

[WHYNAUT]

@Lou_change

For a moment it's silent as the figure's means of communication has been cut off. They tilt their head a little and then vibrations in the air form sound near Defender's head.

"They came from Poland. Those demons were formerly inmates from a Polish prison. There's a Warlord in Sweden who seems to specialize in biological modification, calling himself Archon. He was quite active when the Warlords were brought to this world, but seems to have gone dark lately." It's as if sound is coming from non-existent headphones.

 

[Overlord775]

For the first time since the battle began…a bead of sweat…dripped down the man’s face…his grin vanishing in an instant as he saw the mass of death rush toward him.

"...Cheeky little shit..." The man muttered. He jumped backward for a moment, before raising a hand towards the dragon mount in the distance.

The being would find its attacks disrupted suddenly, as an intense, telekinetic force wrapped around its entire body, the man focusing his powerful energy directly onto the minion. And with a flick of his wrist...

He threw it toward the monstrous ball of death and organic matter. A clear attempt to kill off the creature, and test the limits of the deadly mass.

Its focus entirely elsewhere, the great beast would be pucked out of the sky, and brought down.

The ball touches it.... and nothing appeans, as it merely slides along its scales and continues its pursue of the enemy warlord.

"Did you really think that, with something that dangerous, I wouldn't make sure it couldn't backfire?"

The king says mockingly, the sphere having been made so it couldn't hurt him or stuff he made.

Yharon would quickly claws itself back upright, before then he would be commanded to help the Terrarians, dashing towards Helios.

Meanwhile, the elden king would attack his rival, in one hand holding a book, making a rain of lunar bolts shoot down from above Alfonso, while with the other hand he fires with his mini-megalogun.

Though, one thing is missing from the equation, so Yorsha keeps his guard high with his senses sharped, suspecting that a sneak attack is incoming. With a full 360 degrees of vision, and the ability to both detect invisible threat and those hiding, as well as massively enahnced other senses, hopefully it will be good enough.

The minions meanwhile...would concentrate their power in tandem, to create a massive burst of air and wind...a shockwave of rapidly shifting currents and sheer, forceful wind erupting all around them, attempting to both cancel out the projectiles, and the lingering impacts of the tornado, at once.

They would recieve some substecial damage, the projectiles being hard to throw off course thanks to their aeodynamicity, but still, they are now free.

Helios growled, staring down at the Terrarian as it swung its sword. He curled into a ball, suddenly...before dashing forward in a mass of fire and heat akin to a massive fireball, meant to mow down both the Terrarian and his sword in one fall swoop. The meteors slammed against its corporeal body, impacting the being heavily...yet it did not slow its charge as it rocketed forward.

The solarian raises its shield, and it crashes with the sphere of flames, a explosion of solar energy is triggered to push the two of them apart.

Immidiatelly chained to this, another, larger series explosions would occour, as a barrage of mini-nukes strike unto Helios' side.

And then the dragon would arrive, attempiting to body slam directly into the elemetal.

 

[Torlikoff]

@ThisThingisReallyBroken

"Aw, what a good kid," Deimos remarks to himself as he travels. As Romulus continues, she sees a pot appear into existence before her. From it emerges a rush of snow, and three demons. They have the scent of Deimos on them. His friends?

An androgynous man with a fluffy feather coat and ice crown, a strong looking man with a leopard skin jacket, and a fish man with military uniform. That last one steps forward, crouching down in front of her.

"Well well, you must be the boss's attack dog. Nice to meet ya, kiddo. Name's Leviathan. Doin' a good job out here by yourself?"