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Warlords: World Conquest RP

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.
"...Heh, guess you got some meat in that brain after all." The man said. Moments before the man's attacks would have struck his body...he teleported. Seemingly disappearing from the battlefield. For a long moment...nothing happened...

Until the sky began to darken above him, the very clouds suddenly coalescing above him. The man had seemingly imbued the masses of water vapor with soul energy...giving them sentience. And a moment later... massive thunderbolts began to erupt from each one..., an onslaught of dozens of electrical bolts raining down across the battlefield. Not just on the King itself, but also on his minions and Yharon, carpeting the battlefield in electrical might.

They would recieve some substecial damage, the projectiles being hard to throw off course thanks to their aeodynamicity, but still, they are now free.
battered by the constant projectiles, Poseidon and Anemoi received significant damage from the sudden assault, forcing them to temporarily retreat to the sky above...joining their master above the thundering clouds.

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.
Helios would be damaged by the sudden explosive fire of the nukes, but would quickly shift back into its elemental form, dispersing and shifting its body around the constant assault as it peppered the environment. Turning around, he suddenly lunged forward, returning into its canine form as its flaming body crashed directly into the dragon, the sheer heat it emitted enough to melt stone and steel alike. Simultaneously, the bolts of lightning would strike the Solarian and the dragon, completely avoiding touching Helios as its flaming body burned into the dragon.
 
He sat down, and began staring into her eyes, taken aback by their sheer beauty.
She would blink at him, as if knowing he was.
"Ahem....So...how's your relationship with the other Warlord's going?" he asked her, trying to act a bit more professional.
"They were doing pretty nice. I'm happy that... no one is planning on attacking me~" Zlata smiled, "As for your arrival here, why did you agree for a meetup with me~?" asking almost teasingly.
 
Defender pauses before responding, “Thanks for giving me the name of the culprit.”
The way Defender said that makes it clear those words where chosen carefully.
 
"I gave my people the means to defend themselves against such dangers, but that is meant for self-defence. We shall not confront Archon unless he makes a move.
Though ultimately, that is not the current problem. What is it that you're going to do?"
The figure slowly gestures towards Defender with their left hand. They're wearing white gloves.
 
@Torlikoff

Romulus immediately stops her travels as she notices the scent.

“…Father…?”

She looks around and seems startled by the demon’s sudden appearance. Her hands quickly reach for her gun, before she realizes they are no threat. A big, exhale filled with relief and disappointment leave her chest.

“…Who…are….you? Threat….to father…?

Romulus tilts her head curiously. She does not know them, despite their familiar scent.
 
"They were doing pretty nice. I'm happy that... no one is planning on attacking me~" Zlata smiled, "As for your arrival here, why did you agree for a meetup with me~?" asking almost teasingly.
“I simply wanted to make a form of alliance, is all. You use the ripple technique, correct?”
 
“I was hoping for a your welcome.” Defender says putting their helmet/head back on.

“As for your question I intend to teach the culprit a lesson.” Defender says walking away.
 
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"No. You could call me a very close friend of his. He's a little busy at the moment taking another land for his leg room, but he wants you to know that you're doing a great job. You've earned something that shows how well it's going and how much he trusts you." Leviathan says, grinning ear to ear as he presents the chip to Romulus.
"Take it. It's yours now, as much as you want it." The friendly demon says, open palm presenting the chip.
 
Romulus stares blankly at Leviathan, before she notices the chip in his hand. A brief flash of intelligence glows from her eyes. She quickly grabs it and plugs it in the back of her head.

“AH!”

She grabs her head tightly, before the pain subsides. All her memories, thoughts, and feelings from the past flow into her mind. Romulus has gained intelligence once more.

“…I-I’m back…”

Tears flow down her pale cheeks.

“Everything that hurt me is finally gone. Deimos…Thank you.”

She wipes her tears away, before turning to Levithan.

“…I am forever in his service. I-Is there anything that needs to be prioritized? I’ve scanned the area. It seems La Diosa would pose the biggest threat here.”
 
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."
"I had accounted for something as such when I had made that statement, I can see the dissonance it created in your being. But if you wish to truly stare into the skies above, I shall grant you but a glimpse, and see how that works out." The woman would wave her hand and Kane would find himself somewhere else, somewhere familiar yet strange, watching a faceless thing do something.
 
"No, you're not awkward..." Zlata shook her head, shifting a bit closer to her, wrapping her arms around her shoulder.

"You're cute when you're awkward~~" whispered into her ear, as her warm and lavender breath touched Maria's skin.
Maria couldn't help but quip in response, "If I'm cute when I'm awkward, then I must be downright adorable right now."

Zlata's presence felt like a cocoon of safety, where her quirks and hesitations were not just accepted, but cherished.
Maria couldn't resist but revel in it, letting herself soak up the comforting warmth of Zlata's hug.
Fleeting and quick as this was, Zlata felt like forever staring into her eyes. It wasn't infatuation nor anything of the sort, but a feeling she can't get out upon seeing her, talking to her, and kissing her.

"I do hope, you... love me too..."
Maria was eager to voice her feelings, to let Zlata know just how deeply she cared.
The moment felt raw, too precious to rush...

And...

With a gentle pat on Zlata's arm, Maria took a step back. It wasn't a retreat, rather a moment to collect herself and find the words she needed.
"I, um, need some time." She stammered, "To, you know, prepare for... uh, the date."

This date. It won't be an ordinary outing.
It's a step toward something more, a real attempt to build a connection beyond just liking each other.


This is how she'd show Zlata just how much she cared.
 
"Indeed. I imagine her little quarrel with the master will come to blows sooner or later," Remarks the peacock-like demon. He seems a bit full of himself, even talks in a snooty British accent.

"Plus, we've got that doom lady about to take over Columbia too," adds Flauros, the jaguar-coat demon. His voice is deep and gravelly.

"Right. So!" Leviathan decides as he stands to his full height again. "Romulus, I suggest we charge ahead, and wash away the resistance in the other northern countries. Guyana, Venezuela. We'll make our way to Columbia once the fighting starts. Wouldn't want to miss all the action, now would we?"

He puts a hand on Romulus' shoulder. "Show me what you can do now that you've got that mind back, kid."
 
With a gentle pat on Zlata's arm, Maria took a step back. It wasn't a retreat, rather a moment to collect herself and find the words she needed.
Zlata felt good watching Maria be like this. Not once had there been someone this close her heart, enough to touch her like this, and feel her like this.

It was just right.
"I, um, need some time." She stammered, "To, you know, prepare for... uh, the date."

This date. It won't be an ordinary outing.
It's a step toward something more, a real attempt to build a connection beyond just liking each other.


This is how she'd show Zlata just how much she cared.
"I know... but, I'm glad you feel the same..." Zlata replied, smiling genuinely. "Besides, we have enough time..." titling her head.
 
"I had accounted for something as such when I had made that statement, I can see the dissonance it created in your being. But if you wish to truly stare into the skies above, I shall grant you but a glimpse, and see how that works out." The woman would wave her hand and Kane would find himself somewhere else, somewhere familiar yet strange, watching a faceless thing do something.
In a "place" both indescribable and familiar, Kane finds himself watching over a distant scene. An indistinct yet clearly human figure is hunched over a plain cauldron, stirring the unseen contents with the rod at a languid pace. After a silent moment, the figure stops stirring as it reaches over to its side, grasping at the void as Kane's perspective shifts.

He finds himself walking along a raised dirt path, flanked by barren and still paddies that seem to stretch outwards forever. His bare feet kick up and accumulate the loose, dusty silt from the path as he walks, a closed basket held over his right shoulder. His clothes are ragged and old, his skin tanned and mottled by the sun, his hands and feet well-calloused from work. A few silent minutes pass before a small series of huts come into view, though there is nobody visible from the outside. A few larger structures with mud-brick walls emit a thin column of smoke from their far ends, one of which Kane enters from a side-door. Putting the basket down and opening the paper blinds on the side-window, light slowly fills the room, revealing walls covered in shelves holding dozens of different herbs, plants, and even animal parts, though many are visibly rotten or entirely desiccated, and a wide ceramic cauldron in the room's center.

As if a true actor in this scene, Kane opens the top of the straw basket he brought and slowly takes out its contents, alternatively placing them onto a bench or onto a spot on one of the shelves that ring the room. Once the basket is empty, he momentarily looks around the room before walking to various shelves and picking up some of their contents. Cradling them in his arms, he stands over the cauldron before dumping the ingredients in and walking away, quickly returning with a pail of water which he dumps into the ceramic vessel. Walking away again, he returns this time with an oversized wooden spoon, looking more like a small oar, and the color of the room slowly changes as a fire picks up on the tinder placed underneath the cauldron. Kane wordlessly attends to the vessel, primarily stirring though occasionally walking away to fetch more water or ingredients, and the contents slowly attain a color not dissimilar to human blood, beginning to boil. Kane's stirring intensifies as he sees this, and the concoction bubbles with increasing violence as a froth slowly forms before being evaporated by the heat. With no chimney in this room, the smoke and steam slowly float out of the sides of the door Kane entered from and the singular window, though he notes that he is slowly becoming lightheaded despite his anticipation.

Suddenly, several sets of hurried footsteps approach the door from outside, and as Kane moves to tell the incomers to wait a moment, he absentmindedly kicks the cauldron, severely burning his foot and tipping the vessel. As a variety of figures appear outside of the door and it opens, the contents of the cauldron suddenly explode with a deep rumble, showering the room with boiling liquid and ceramic and wood fragments, primarily directed at the door. From within the explosion, a hand reaches out and grasps Kane, who finds himself in a different place. A place that is neither light nor dark, a void, where he is held in the hand of a faceless, indistinct human figure. In a fluid motion, neither sluggish nor hurried, he is moved and thrown into the cauldron attended by human figure.

For a moment, even the faint and difficult to parse surroundings he previously witnessed disappear, leaving Kane in total darkness and silence, almost like floating in an abyss of water. However, after a time, he notices that his hands have disappeared. The process does not cause him any pain, and he doesn't appear to be bleeding, though he is concerned by the fact that he isn't startled by this change. Focusing momentarily, he realizes that he can still feel his hands, though he cannot tell where they have gone, or if they are still in one piece. Over time, his feet, arms, legs, and torso undergo the same process. While he finds this rather concerning, there is also a part of his mind that tells him that this natural, that this is right. His head finally dissipates under the process, and his vision shifts wildly. Colors that humans don't have words for flash by in a fractal mosaic before appearing to gain focus, changing to detailed views of innumerable scenes. A farm bar crying in the midst of a burning wreck, the boy traversing a jungle, the boy suffering the perils of nature, the boy being found by a faceless man in radiant robes, the boy meditating in a cave, the boy following the faceless man, the boy being mocked by groups of similar faceless people, the boy standing over a bubbling cauldron and stirring, the boy covered in soot and standing in front of a burnt patch of floor, the boy traveling with the faceless people, and the boy being mocked again, even physically assaulted and stolen from. That scene seems to appear in every single mosaic fragment, repeated over and over again as if to mock the viewer. Yet, in that same fragment, the boy has a wide smirk on his face. The next scene is of a faceless person holding their throat while crawling on the ground, the next a faceless woman doubled over with black veins pulsing across her entire body, the next a faceless person holding a sword and facing a tree while sweating profusely. Kane feels a great deal of satisfaction at the sight of these scenes.

However, the following scenes become more varied and do not elicit the same response. The boy is talking to the radiant figure from much earlier, the boy and the figure becoming angry and appear to be shouting at each other, the boy appearing severely injured in the middle of a desert of dust. Many more scenes play out, some eliciting the same satisfaction as before. A scene of the radiant figure, his face now clearly visible, violently ejecting a black mass from his mouth, hunched over on the ground in obvious pain, with the boy watching over from a few meters in front of the figure. It goes on and on, on and on, Kane's point of view spiraling in an unclear direction at greater and greater speeds, the fractal mosaic splitting and growing more aggressively. Eventually, however, the motion reaches a point that the scenes blur together into an incoherent mess, but as it progresses even further, it takes on a soft, golden color. Suddenly, Kane realizes that there is nothing but that golden color around him, slowly wafting through the "air" like fog. He looks downwards, seeing the golden color grow more present and intense, seeming to approach a point he cannot see. He follows the color down, with a motion almost like swimming. After an unknown length of time, he sees the color seems to be moving towards a golden orb, lazily spinning and absorbing the color in the void with indistinct white markings on its surface. Looking around, he sees innumerable other Kanes, all suddenly stopping their descend to look around as well, but their movements are not identical. As Kane moves towards and eventually into this orb, all of the other Kanes seeming to merge into one, a similar golden light gradually emanates from his navel, eventually becoming equal to and even surpassing that given off by the orb. Words suddenly ring out in Kane's voice, though he did not speak.

"What do we cultivate if not ourselves."

With a sudden flash, Kane finds himself back in the cave with the woman, sitting in the lotus position. As he regains his bearings, a metallic groaning sounds from within his body, before a high-pitched shattering noise rings out, violent enough to shake his own bones yet causing no harm.
 
In a "place" both indescribable and familiar, Kane finds himself watching over a distant scene. An indistinct yet clearly human figure is hunched over a plain cauldron, stirring the unseen contents with the rod at a languid pace. After a silent moment, the figure stops stirring as it reaches over to its side, grasping at the void as Kane's perspective shifts.

He finds himself walking along a raised dirt path, flanked by barren and still paddies that seem to stretch outwards forever. His bare feet kick up and accumulate the loose, dusty silt from the path as he walks, a closed basket held over his right shoulder. His clothes are ragged and old, his skin tanned and mottled by the sun, his hands and feet well-calloused from work. A few silent minutes pass before a small series of huts come into view, though there is nobody visible from the outside. A few larger structures with mud-brick walls emit a thin column of smoke from their far ends, one of which Kane enters from a side-door. Putting the basket down and opening the paper blinds on the side-window, light slowly fills the room, revealing walls covered in shelves holding dozens of different herbs, plants, and even animal parts, though many are visibly rotten or entirely desiccated, and a wide ceramic cauldron in the room's center.

As if a true actor in this scene, Kane opens the top of the straw basket he brought and slowly takes out its contents, alternatively placing them onto a bench or onto a spot on one of the shelves that ring the room. Once the basket is empty, he momentarily looks around the room before walking to various shelves and picking up some of their contents. Cradling them in his arms, he stands over the cauldron before dumping the ingredients in and walking away, quickly returning with a pail of water which he dumps into the ceramic vessel. Walking away again, he returns this time with an oversized wooden spoon, looking more like a small oar, and the color of the room slowly changes as a fire picks up on the tinder placed underneath the cauldron. Kane wordlessly attends to the vessel, primarily stirring though occasionally walking away to fetch more water or ingredients, and the contents slowly attain a color not dissimilar to human blood, beginning to boil. Kane's stirring intensifies as he sees this, and the concoction bubbles with increasing violence as a froth slowly forms before being evaporated by the heat. With no chimney in this room, the smoke and steam slowly float out of the sides of the door Kane entered from and the singular window, though he notes that he is slowly becoming lightheaded despite his anticipation.

Suddenly, several sets of hurried footsteps approach the door from outside, and as Kane moves to tell the incomers to wait a moment, he absentmindedly kicks the cauldron, severely burning his foot and tipping the vessel. As a variety of figures appear outside of the door and it opens, the contents of the cauldron suddenly explode with a deep rumble, showering the room with boiling liquid and ceramic and wood fragments, primarily directed at the door. From within the explosion, a hand reaches out and grasps Kane, who finds himself in a different place. A place that is neither light nor dark, a void, where he is held in the hand of a faceless, indistinct human figure. In a fluid motion, neither sluggish nor hurried, he is moved and thrown into the cauldron attended by human figure.

For a moment, even the faint and difficult to parse surroundings he previously witnessed disappear, leaving Kane in total darkness and silence, almost like floating in an abyss of water. However, after a time, he notices that his hands have disappeared. The process does not cause him any pain, and he doesn't appear to be bleeding, though he is concerned by the fact that he isn't startled by this change. Focusing momentarily, he realizes that he can still feel his hands, though he cannot tell where they have gone, or if they are still in one piece. Over time, his feet, arms, legs, and torso undergo the same process. While he finds this rather concerning, there is also a part of his mind that tells him that this natural, that this is right. His head finally dissipates under the process, and his vision shifts wildly. Colors that humans don't have words for flash by in a fractal mosaic before appearing to gain focus, changing to detailed views of innumerable scenes. A farm bar crying in the midst of a burning wreck, the boy traversing a jungle, the boy suffering the perils of nature, the boy being found by a faceless man in radiant robes, the boy meditating in a cave, the boy following the faceless man, the boy being mocked by groups of similar faceless people, the boy standing over a bubbling cauldron and stirring, the boy covered in soot and standing in front of a burnt patch of floor, the boy traveling with the faceless people, and the boy being mocked again, even physically assaulted and stolen from. That scene seems to appear in every single mosaic fragment, repeated over and over again as if to mock the viewer. Yet, in that same fragment, the boy has a wide smirk on his face. The next scene is of a faceless person holding their throat while crawling on the ground, the next a faceless woman doubled over with black veins pulsing across her entire body, the next a faceless person holding a sword and facing a tree while sweating profusely. Kane feels a great deal of satisfaction at the sight of these scenes.

However, the following scenes become more varied and do not elicit the same response. The boy is talking to the radiant figure from much earlier, the boy and the figure becoming angry and appear to be shouting at each other, the boy appearing severely injured in the middle of a desert of dust. Many more scenes play out, some eliciting the same satisfaction as before. A scene of the radiant figure, his face now clearly visible, violently ejecting a black mass from his mouth, hunched over on the ground in obvious pain, with the boy watching over from a few meters in front of the figure. It goes on and on, on and on, Kane's point of view spiraling in an unclear direction at greater and greater speeds, the fractal mosaic splitting and growing more aggressively. Eventually, however, the motion reaches a point that the scenes blur together into an incoherent mess, but as it progresses even further, it takes on a soft, golden color. Suddenly, Kane realizes that there is nothing but that golden color around him, slowly wafting through the "air" like fog. He looks downwards, seeing the golden color grow more present and intense, seeming to approach a point he cannot see. He follows the color down, with a motion almost like swimming. After an unknown length of time, he sees the color seems to be moving towards a golden orb, lazily spinning and absorbing the color in the void with indistinct white markings on its surface. Looking around, he sees innumerable other Kanes, all suddenly stopping their descend to look around as well, but their movements are not identical. As Kane moves towards and eventually into this orb, all of the other Kanes seeming to merge into one, a similar golden light gradually emanates from his navel, eventually becoming equal to and even surpassing that given off by the orb. Words suddenly ring out in Kane's voice, though he did not speak.

"What do we cultivate if not ourselves."

With a sudden flash, Kane finds himself back in the cave with the woman, sitting in the lotus position. As he regains his bearings, a metallic groaning sounds from within his body, before a high-pitched shattering noise rings out, violent enough to shake his own bones yet causing no harm.
"Congratulations." The woman would say in a warm tone.
 
"Congratulations." The woman would say in a warm tone.
Kane slowly stands, groaning slightly as he feels an odd sort of internal pressure. He breathes in deeply, assessing his current state. As expected, he had managed to break through to Core Formation, but with his unstable foundation and tribulation refinement there was a great deal of unabsorbed energy within his body. As his enlightenment helped to stabilize his foundation, his core was greatly strengthened, putting him quite far into the early stage of the realm. As for his body, he had unconsciously directed energy to his legs and then his arms, shattering one of the shackles of mortality and bulldozing all the way through the Undying Legs stage of Undying Tendons, leaving him about a third of the way into Undying Arms with no complications.

"... Take as much qi as you want. It's all around you, even infused into the materials of my territory. If you end up causing issues elsewhere, all it means is that I need to boost production again a bit sooner than originally intended."

With that, Kane leaves the way he came. While he is aware that his foundation is not yet perfected, he knows that another round of enlightenment is unlikely to reach that stage. Instead, he intends to finally stretch his legs a bit and fight. As preparation for that, he intends to make due on the deals "Tabula" made during Deimos' meeting. While he originally intended to fly straight to Greenland, he notices a familiar storm of cursed magic floating over some of the smaller Caribbean island nations. He snorts before heading over in that direction, his movements splitting clouds along his path.

@Torlikoff
 
@Hl3_or_bust

Kane can sense a familiar presence approaching, the same as the man who initiated the meeting between the other warlords. Or, rather, he can sense the STORM THAT IS APPROACHING from the south. Though, thankfully, it stops at the Lesser antilles to the south. From there, he can sense a much smaller presence of the same kind approaching his location.

Cloaked in shadows, a figure one might mistake for a crow at a distance approaches. Kane detects no hostile intent from him. The mass of shadows lands nearby, unveiling itself to show a crow-like demon in black, the only motes of color on him being his pale face and the sparkling star-like gems adorning his suit like constellations.

"Good evening. I am Malphas, here at the request of his majesty, Lord Deimos. I am here to facilitate a deal with the ruler of this region, alchemy pills in exchange for weapons, and to discuss the actions of another warlord which my master believes may be cause for mutual concern. Am I speaking to the warlord of this country?"
 
@Torlikoff

Romulus takes a deep breath. Her eyes glow blue.

“As you wish, Levithian. There’s a reason Father sealed me away, after all…”

In her vision, she hacks the entire military network of Guayana.

“There’s approximately 70,000 soldiers in the Guyana and Venezuela military expected show some resistance. I’ll take care of them quickly.

Romulus accesses the missile systems of both countries, and blows up every military base that would have put a fight toward’s Deimo’s regime.

“Okay! All that’s left is to put the markers!”

She opens four portals leading to each section of Guayana. After a few minutes, the entire country had fallen into Deimos’s control. Romulus walks back out to where Leviathan stood.

“Venezuela’s next.”
 
@Hl3_or_bust

Kane can sense a familiar presence approaching, the same as the man who initiated the meeting between the other warlords. Or, rather, he can sense the STORM THAT IS APPROACHING from the south. Though, thankfully, it stops at the Lesser antilles to the south. From there, he can sense a much smaller presence of the same kind approaching his location.

Cloaked in shadows, a figure one might mistake for a crow at a distance approaches. Kane detects no hostile intent from him. The mass of shadows lands nearby, unveiling itself to show a crow-like demon in black, the only motes of color on him being his pale face and the sparkling star-like gems adorning his suit like constellations.

"Good evening. I am Malphas, here at the request of his majesty, Lord Deimos. I am here to facilitate a deal with the ruler of this region, alchemy pills in exchange for weapons, and to discuss the actions of another warlord which my master believes may be cause for mutual concern. Am I speaking to the warlord of this country?"
Kane quickly and fluidly flies down to the ground with the demon, idly floating a few feet above it. Combined with his aura that cannot be described as anything but "imperial" and his posture of holding his hands behind his waist, it emanates the impression that the earth itself is unfit for his use. Notably, a faint but potent sensation of danger emanates from the man, despite his neutral expression and humble appearance, notably including the same metal jars that Tabula wore. Perhaps it is the fact that Malphas lost track of him the instant he moved, only being able to sense him again when he was literally standing in front of him. In any case, he speaks.

"Indeed I am, Alchemy King Kane. Recalling that payment was not agreed-upon during the meeting, am I to assume that the trade will not be completed here?"

He of course notes the additional mention of the actions of another warlord, but he came here for something specific and thus intends to focus on it firstly.
 
"...Heh, guess you got some meat in that brain after all." The man said. Moments before the man's attacks would have struck his body...he teleported. Seemingly disappearing from the battlefield. For a long moment...nothing happened...

Until the sky began to darken above him, the very clouds suddenly coalescing above him. The man had seemingly imbued the masses of water vapor with soul energy...giving them sentience. And a moment later... massive thunderbolts began to erupt from each one..., an onslaught of dozens of electrical bolts raining down across the battlefield. Not just on the King itself, but also on his minions and Yharon, carpeting the battlefield in electrical might.

"Tch, hidinging amongst the clouds!"

The king shouts, a seed appearing in his left hand, which he punches straight into the ground.

From the point of impact, a titatic green glow surges, and from it four colossal, metallic roots sprout up and shoot high into the sky.

Conductive in nature, they act as lightning rods to deflect the lightnings away from the king, all the while rushing at the warlord above.

Helios would be damaged by the sudden explosive fire of the nukes, but would quickly shift back into its elemental form, dispersing and shifting its body around the constant assault as it peppered the environment. Turning around, he suddenly lunged forward, returning into its canine form as its flaming body crashed directly into the dragon, the sheer heat it emitted enough to melt stone and steel alike. Simultaneously, the bolts of lightning would strike the Solarian and the dragon, completely avoiding touching Helios as its flaming body burned into the dragon.
The dragon would very much be able to handle the flames, and as they physically clash, Helios would feel himself be weakened, slowed and his defences greatly deteriorating.

As the lightnings fall down, Yharon would cover the Solar Terrarian from the initial strike, tanking the pain of the shock. The dragon roar s loudly, emitting a pulse of energy to blast away the twinheaded dog, before then his scales turn eathereal as he becomes intangible.

With the following lightnings just passing through him, the Jungle Dragon would proceed to teleport up above the clouds himself. Once there, he would unleashes a pure danmaku of shit, first off starting a new chtulhunado to disrupt the thunderstorm, while also from it draconic shark-like creature emerge and are fires out. All the while, he also shooting jets of ichor and rainbow prisms at all the enemies, while aiming specifically at the warlord with his breath of cursed solar flames.

The four terrarian, in the meanwhiel, have teleported again back to their king, in the protection of the chorophite lightning rods.

They don't have the range to fight the warlord, so they will simply defend.
 
"The North Africa are in turmoil huh." I pondered. "Even the satellite is unable to capture a clear image of the area."

We need to conquer Iran first before making a move there. I need a squad of spec-ops and Ghazi to work together as they take on Iranian nuclear site before invading them.

Let's begin.



The military operations was doing well, the nuclear sites was already taken out before the invasion began.

The remaining military operatives are either dead or surrendering, so the Caliph began to stabilise the country and taken its control before placing his signifiers. Further enhancing his authority upon the persian land.

He then gaze to the west, growing a wing of metallic white. He flew to the North Africa .
 
"Aww~ Right always on the dot, cutie~ Yes, I do~" Zlata replied, a waiter coming back with a wine, upon which she ran her fingers across the wine glass.
“Then there isn’t a chance that I could ever fight you! Anyone who uses one of the Lord’s sacred styles of combat is surely blessed by him; who am I to disrupt his path for you?” He told her boisterously, like he was doing one of his sermons, only a bit quieter.
 
@Hl3_or_bust

The crow demon remains on high alert at all times, but this is even more heightened at the display made by the alchemist. He does not, however, show any change in emotion.

"Indeed. While I was not there myself to observe the meeting, I've been told your business with my master was interrupted by the actions of another warlord, one whom now works under his wing. We have drawn up a potential exchange, should your offer of alchemy pills still stand. Given that my master now possesses control over the islands directly south of this territory, he believes it best that we maintain a good relationship."

From the darkness of his suit, he retreives and unrolls a contract. "Read it at your leisure. The current terms, to put it simply, are an exchange of soldiers, weapons, and beasts of burden in exchange for alchemy pills. We have particularly powerful weaponry that can be used by those with a strong enough lifeforce to withstand them. My master can provide an array of monsters with various functionalities, many of which are gifted combatants themselves, and others which can provide aerial transportation of large amounts of resources."

@ThisThingisReallyBroken

The three demon generals look between eachother.

"...Why didn't boss slot this in earlier?"
"Would you wanna be on the bad side of a monster like that?"
"Fair point. Well, let's help her out, shall we?"

They continue onwards towards Venezuela. While Romulus is the only one who can place markers, it certainly doesn't stop the rest of them from aiding her in that. And so, they do. Accompanied by a blizzard, a torrent of piscine monsters, and nothing but his own fists, the three of them head into the other portals in order to quickly disable any who stand against them.
 
“Then there isn’t a chance that I could ever fight you! Anyone who uses one of the Lord’s sacred styles of combat is surely blessed by him; who am I to disrupt his path for you?” He told her boisterously, like he was doing one of his sermons, only a bit quieter.
"Well, there's no need for us to fight, when we could be allies~" her fingers wrapped across the stem of the wine glass, sipping the luxurious drink as her eyes remained staring at Arthur. "Of course, since I'm not a huge fan of violence~" smiling.
 
@Hl3_or_bust

The crow demon remains on high alert at all times, but this is even more heightened at the display made by the alchemist. He does not, however, show any change in emotion.

"Indeed. While I was not there myself to observe the meeting, I've been told your business with my master was interrupted by the actions of another warlord, one whom now works under his wing. We have drawn up a potential exchange, should your offer of alchemy pills still stand. Given that my master now possesses control over the islands directly south of this territory, he believes it best that we maintain a good relationship."

From the darkness of his suit, he retreives and unrolls a contract. "Read it at your leisure. The current terms, to put it simply, are an exchange of soldiers, weapons, and beasts of burden in exchange for alchemy pills. We have particularly powerful weaponry that can be used by those with a strong enough lifeforce to withstand them. My master can provide an array of monsters with various functionalities, many of which are gifted combatants themselves, and others which can provide aerial transportation of large amounts of resources."
A gentle gust of force takes the contract and presents it before Kane, who silently reads it while listening to Malphas' summary. After a moment, he nods as a small orb of water suddenly floats up next to him. His divine sense presses into several nearby objects in quick succession, drawing out a variety of materials that, when combined into the water, form a somewhat runny black ink. That same divine sense then manipulates the ink and presses it into the contract, acting as Kane signing his, apparently singular, name in rather elaborate cursive. The contract then floats back over to Malphas.

"Do lead the way."

Kane states plainly, adjusting the leather strap to which several metal jugs are attached, presumably containing the promised pills.
 
Romulus appears in each corner of Venezuela and places a marker within the next hour. As all resistance had been wiped out by the missile, the territory had been claimed quickly and efficiently.

“Seems like everything’s done.”

She smiles warmly and speaks to the demons.

“You know, for the first time, I feel like I have something to look forward to. My old dad used to shock me whenever something didn’t go his way. I’m glad Deimos and you guys aren’t like that.”

Romulus bows once, before her face turns serious again.

“Ahem. I’ve accessed the satellite networks of Venezuela to spy on Colombia. It seem’s our opposition’s well liked. Both them and their military will fight until the end…”

Her eyes glow blue.

“…But they seem to lack any good protection software for their military. Should Deimos see him as a threat, I could access their missile system and blow them up from here.”
 
"Well, there's no need for us to fight, when we could be allies~" her fingers wrapped across the stem of the wine glass, sipping the luxurious drink as her eyes remained staring at Arthur. "Of course, since I'm not a huge fan of violence~" smiling.
“Yes, that’s exactly right! Allies, who help each other and stuff!” He replied excitedly, almost with a child-like sense of giddy. He realized how he was acting, and calmed himself down, before continuing, “Anyway, yes, I am very interest in being political allies for the foreseeable future.”
 
"Tch, hidinging amongst the clouds!"

The king shouts, a seed appearing in his left hand, which he punches straight into the ground.

From the point of impact, a titatic green glow surges, and from it four colossal, metallic roots sprout up and shoot high into the sky.

Conductive in nature, they act as lightning rods to deflect the lightnings away from the king, all the while rushing at the warlord above.
"Gotcha~"

Alfonso, having discreetly teleported away while the man's views were obscured by the clouds, immediately moving next to him, Anemoi's elemental form grasped in his hand. Pumping as much soul energy as he could into his creation, he combined her vast control over the wind with his own...before SLAMMING a monumental amount of wind directly into the man's chest, a localized tornado of rapidly spinning air enveloping his lower body.

The dragon would very much be able to handle the flames, and as they physically clash, Helios would feel himself be weakened, slowed and his defences greatly deteriorating.

As the lightnings fall down, Yharon would cover the Solar Terrarian from the initial strike, tanking the pain of the shock. The dragon roar s loudly, emitting a pulse of energy to blast away the twinheaded dog, before then his scales turn eathereal as he becomes intangible.

With the following lightnings just passing through him, the Jungle Dragon would proceed to teleport up above the clouds himself. Once there, he would unleashes a pure danmaku of shit, first off starting a new chtulhunado to disrupt the thunderstorm, while also from it draconic shark-like creature emerge and are fires out. All the while, he also shooting jets of ichor and rainbow prisms at all the enemies, while aiming specifically at the warlord with his breath of cursed solar flames.

The four terrarian, in the meanwhiel, have teleported again back to their king, in the protection of the chorophite lightning rods.

They don't have the range to fight the warlord, so they will simply defend.
Helios quickly transformed himself into flames again, growling and cursing as he was forced to remain on the ground as the dragon soared into the sky above.

Before it could reach the clouds, however...Poseidon's head lowered, the Hydra opening its mouth to fire volley after volley of powerful bursts of water, attempting to mitigate the dragon's assault.
 
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“Yes, that’s exactly right! Allies, who help each other and stuff!” He replied excitedly, almost with a child-like sense of giddy.
"I am very happy for you to talk to me peacefully, cutie~" she blinked, "I guess we could be friends..."
He realized how he was acting, and calmed himself down, before continuing, “Anyway, yes, I am very interest in being political allies for the foreseeable future.”
"But I mean, we could be more than just allies~" Zlata drank the last of the wine glass as she blinked, her captivating eyes shimmering across.

Soon, there were sounds of violin in the background as the chefs began cooking in cue.
 
"Gotcha~"

Alfonso, having discreetly teleported away while the man's views were obscured by the clouds, immediately moving next to him, Anemoi's elemental form grasped in his hand. Pumping as much soul energy as he could into his creation, he combined her vast control over the wind with his own...before SLAMMING a monumental amount of wind directly into the man's chest, a localized tornado of rapidly spinning air enveloping his lower body.


Helios quickly transformed himself into flames again, growling and cursing as he was forced to remain on the ground as the dragon soared into the sky above.

Before it could reach the clouds, however...Poseidon's head lowered, the Hydra opening its mouth to fire volley after volley of powerful bursts of water, attempting to mitigate the dragon's assault.
I fly with supersonic speed to the west, entering the clash between two overlords and their minions.

Buffing myself in strength, agility and magic. I summoned Desire again to my hand.

"Aura-" I shouted, full of energy. "-Photon!"

Particles of pure mana blankets my sword, I slice the cloud below me in a succession of slash, revealing the sight of me to the combatants on the battlefield.

"Do you all mind if I cut in?"
 
"I am very happy for you to talk to me peacefully, cutie~" she blinked, "I guess we could be friends..."

"But I mean, we could be more than just allies~" Zlata drank the last of the wine glass as she blinked, her captivating eyes shimmering across.

Soon, there were sounds of violin in the background as the chefs began cooking in cue.
"If you are implying what I think you are implying, then I don't think I'm opposed to it~" Arthur leaned a bit more on the table, getting closer to Zlata. "Perhaps not everything has to be so...professional."
 
"If you are implying what I think you are implying, then I don't think I'm opposed to it~" Arthur leaned a bit more on the table, getting closer to Zlata.
"Ooo~~h.." Zlata giggled, smiling as the waiter slowly makes their way to them with the food.
"Perhaps not everything has to be so...professional."
"With those thoughts of yours, you're clearly a bad... Bad Boy~~" sultry whisper she did, before the waiter eventually arrived.
 
"Gotcha~"

Alfonso, having discreetly teleported away while the man's views were obscured by the clouds, immediately moving next to him, Anemoi's elemental form grasped in his hand. Pumping as much soul energy as he could into his creation, he combined her vast control over the wind with his own...before SLAMMING a monumental amount of wind directly into the man's chest, a localized tornado of rapidly spinning air enveloping his lower body.

"Not quite."

In truth, the cover of clouds had little to no effect, the gaze of the king easilly having pierced to the truth.

And as Alfonso appeared close, the Elden King was ready. From his very chest, a giant nyan cat emerges and clashes agains the windstorm!

Before it could reach the clouds, however...Poseidon's head lowered, the Hydra opening its mouth to fire volley after volley of powerful bursts of water, attempting to mitigate the dragon's assault.
The two beasts would clash fierly in a battle of elemental dominace. But then @Rakih_Elyan.

The sudden shash of the wind, the cloud's dissapearence gives the upperhand to the dragon!

Yharon gives a glance towards the new arrival, unsure of what make of it.
 
@Hl3_or_bust

"Then the contract is sealed."

Though the words are ominous when spoken in his tone, Kane can detect no hostility or smugness. Perhaps a bit of humor. "My master expects great things from this partnership. Currently, he is testing the waters in the southern regions across the sea. I will take you to him."

Malphas' wings spread as his shadows extend across the ground, like tendrils pulling along it. From the extended shadow emerges a massive, three-headed dragon with glowing blue light emanating from beneath its plating. He climbs onto its back, sitting cross-legged, and offers for Kaine to do the same. Once again, with a bit of dry humor in his tone, he adds, "It won't bite."

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@ThisThingisReallyBroken

"No need to dirty our hands quite yet."

Andrealphus approaches her, bending down a little to crane over her, and give himself a larger and more imposing appearance. He is quite tall, much moreso than the girl, and it's almost like she's being studied by his icy gaze. "Let us, as they say, see how this plays out. This is, after all, a test of miss Sandra Doom. It will be useful to determine how much stock we can put in her ability, and how useful she will be to us."

@ South Africa



Deimos and Gremory arrive in Cape Town shortly. Of course, any country not taken over by other warlords at this point has its military on high alert, so it's no surprise that the two of them are met with immediate and total hostility. Missiles, Bullets, and the like surge upwards from ground and air defenses towards them, and Deimos stops in his tracks. He extends a hand to let his new general demonstrate his power.

He doesn't even have to vocalize a command, as the devil is already preparing. With a smirk, Gremory points his cane. A spray of lightning emits from it, streaking across the sky and prematurely detonating the missiles that come near them. The two are obscured by the smoke cover even as bullets pierce through by the hundreds.

They strike only air. The two demons shoot forward, flying and weaving through the storm, and Deimos is the first to land, grabbing onto a fighter jet. Tendrils shoot from his body and fuse into the plane, enveloping the cockpit in demonic flesh and absorbing the pilot inside, and Deimos sinks into the jet immediately afterwards. He turns the plane on its fellows, shooting them down one by one. Gremory, for his part, swipes with his cane at rapid speeds, cleaving through steel like butter before grabbing onto the ring of one with his hands. He taps the cane against the metal, and a pulse of electricity is sent through it that swiftly fries the pilot and its systems, letting it plummet to the ground.

They land in minutes, and Deimos happily places the sigil down. The two of them are surrounded by hundreds of guards, guns trained on them.

"Get down! We have you surrounded!"

He chuckles. Things may be getting more interesting. At this point, the governments of the world must have certainly gotten wind of the signifiers and the role they play. So, they've taken it upon themselves to start protecting those cardinal points. Humans, always a little more crafty then you expect.

But still. Fragile. Frail. Weak.

This is going to be fun.
 
"Ooo~~h.." Zlata giggled, smiling as the waiter slowly makes their way to them with the food.

"With those thoughts of yours, you're clearly a bad... Bad Boy~~" sultry whisper she did, before the waiter eventually arrived.
"Heh, you don't the half of it~" he whispered to her, smirking slightly.
 
"Done" he said finally placing all the markers in the reunion.

"Lets see what the others are doing." he said looking at social media.

"Shit, they got egypt and are nearing my africa domain." he said.

"I need to go back to africa. Time to start causing trouble." he said going to africa.
 
@Hl3_or_bust

"Then the contract is sealed."

Though the words are ominous when spoken in his tone, Kane can detect no hostility or smugness. Perhaps a bit of humor. "My master expects great things from this partnership. Currently, he is testing the waters in the southern regions across the sea. I will take you to him."

Malphas' wings spread as his shadows extend across the ground, like tendrils pulling along it. From the extended shadow emerges a massive, three-headed dragon with glowing blue light emanating from beneath its plating. He climbs onto its back, sitting cross-legged, and offers for Kaine to do the same. Once again, with a bit of dry humor in his tone, he adds, "It won't bite."

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"What an odd creature, and a dragon no less."

Kane muses as he takes a seat on the dragon's back alongside Malphas.
 
"Heh, you don't the half of it~" he whispered to her, smirking slightly.
"Do I~?" Zlata replied, before the waiter plated the meal: Kobe beef, Alba White Truffles, Beluga caviar, saffron, Matsutake mushrooms, Yubari King Melon, foie gras, various types of Wagyu steak, rare oyster varieties, and edible gold leaves.

"Either way, we could do it elsewhere once we're done~" winking as she took a bite of the caviar.
 
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