Warlords: World Conquest RP

[Overlord775]

Quickly planning out a strategy, Bardock would seem to dash closer to the bullets and closer and then- teleporting behind the ranger. Grabbing them by the back of the neck. Seemingly trying to use them as a shield to the bullets. Creating a ring of raw Ki to tie the neck to the hand.

The bullets are... very, very funky to say the least. The ones further away don't seem able to home back in unto Bardock, simply flying away in different directions, meanwhile the brandly shot ones would immdiatelly curve back in a wide arch, moving to reach the warlord by arching around the vortex soldier.

The soldier would struggle, but be unable to do much of the ring... but the armor has a neckpiece, so the ring would actually need to be around the armor not the actual neck itself, and as such escape possible. The vortex soldier declupples the helmed off the rest of the suit, getting their head unstuck in the process and dropping down, then quickly dashing away. Now that the helmet is gone, it would be pretty clear that it is, in fact, a woman, though with a deep teal colour of skin, trait that is shared by her hairs. An hasty retreat.

Also, and noteworthy to mention. the rest of the army, what remains of It st least, seems in retreat as well-

Furthermore... a giant presence, a massive figure would emerge from the very floor, some distance right behind Bardok. A titan of plant matter and flesh, yet with a deep sense of royalty to him, of stature completly towering over everything on the field.

Alfonso scratched his head, struggling to keep his eyes from glazing over as Yorsha gave him order after order. He let out a weary sigh, his soul energy intensifying as he began to work in earnest.

“You're lucky you're such a stud, I wouldn't go through this for just anyone~” He said, chuckling a bit.

“What's the end goal here, anyway? Will this make you stronger or something?”

Yorsha lightly sighs.

"look, I don't mind your praise, but please do keep your libido down while we are working. There's a war going on after all, so we ought to get stuff done."

They says, their face in pout, giving a light backhand slap to the side of Alfonso's head.

"But to answer your question, the end goal is to create a system of spiritual circuitry, which will allow me to better channel and manipulate Qi. So in short, yes, it will make me stronger."

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Much later though at the current point of the timeline, Alfonso and Yorsha, back to his giant-sized body as the operation was a shining success, would be flying through Africa, riding on Yharon.

After all, that's their front, that's where they have to fight the war at.

They will probably attack the guy that interrupted their duel first, probably egypt unless Alfonso plans otherwise, and wants to do something else. His choice to go somewhere else, or not.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Much later though at the current point of the timeline, Alfonso and Yorsha, back to his giant-sized body as the operation was a shining success, would be flying through Africa, riding on Yharon.

After all, that's their front, that's where they have to fight the war at.

They will probably attack the guy that interrupted their duel first, probably egypt unless Alfonso plans otherwise, and wants to do something else. His choice to go somewhere else, or not.

While flying towards Africa, Alfonso had quickly stopped by Italy. He gathered essential supplies, namely, a pack of cigars, his folding chair...and his Three Calamities; Helios, Anemoi, and Poseidon flying just behind the group as they traveled to the sands of Egypt. Alfonso himself was casually reclining on a living cloud, the sentient cluster of water vapor keeping pace with the other warlord's mighty dragon steed. The man yawned ever so slightly, his hands idly toying with a large, wooden sword he had received from one of his allies.

"Heh...going to be nice to knock that upstart down a few notches eh? I've been itching for some good ol' fashion revenge...after that little incident in Egypt." The man said casually.

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

“Thanks, but it’s mostly for show!”

Looking unworried, Arthur put his arms in front of him, as if he were aiming something…but nothing came out; at least, nothing Kane could see. He had fired an invisible bubble of air, floating towards his adversary gracefully, being pulled in by the heated air. It hit directly on where he had aimed: Kane's Chi Star. The next attack he would attempt would surely be pathetic with his chi path disrupted!

A bubble of air? Curious~

Kane, despite clearly tracking the bubble with his eyes, doesn't shift his attack's trajectory at all. He is a man of science, after all, so he's quite curious as to what exactly this is meant to do.

When the bubble contacts him, the wood and fire qi flowing through his hand suddenly surges chaotically, resulting in a pre-mature detonation. Effectively, Kane's hand explodes in a fireball intended to be created on top of Arthur through this attack, blowing off three of his fingers in a thin but bloody spray. He looks down at the damaged limb, as if inspecting it.

"Interesting. Using air to hit one of my meridians at a critical point of the technique to destabilize my flow of qi. I'd even call this rather ingenious, seeing as the qi you and I cultivate are very different, and even a standard mortal would be capable of this given the correct training."

Kane remarks, thoroughly complimenting the technique, though it is obviously concerning that he almost instantly saw through it, and even more concerning as his half-exploded hand suddenly and rapidly regenerates, thanks to the Compounding of a gold metalmind dragon within his body. Strangely, while no one was paying attention, the blood and flesh previously removed from him disappears, as if it never existed at all...

More relevantly, two oddly shaped wands appear and float at Kane's sides, suddenly shooting bolts of lightning out at Arthur as Kane himself charges, extending his little finger as a small, black dragon extends from it and violently sprays a freezing mist towards the armored man.

 

[Paul_Frank]

@Torlikoff

Nakya quickly retreated into the air, standing atop a platform of electro energy just far enough to be safe from the flood. She stares, dumbfounded at Deimos, she had just counted him out and yet here he was, stronger than ever, and a million things ran through her mind, his words, potential counters, explanations for what happened, but she stopped herself, overthinking would be the enemy in this situation, that was an outcome she simply could not afford in her current state.

The amount of that stuff here now far exceeds previous attacks, being hit is a potentially lethal outcome. Do I bring out Mahoraga? No not yet, I need to ascertain what he can do still.

At this point, what Deimos did couldn't even be considered just adaptation, it was closer to a full blown evolution. She had almost dismissed him when she was able to land that final blow, thinking the fight had ended, that he failed to meet her expectations, but here he was now standing before her, the conflict had really just entered a second stage. It seemed like he'd been holding out on her as well, a perfect outcome.

"You've surprised me Deimos, such persistence, such destructive force and strength. Let us dance for a while longer!”

She swings her hand straight towards Deimos, ignoring the phantoms. Unlike before, where it was closer to slicing the air with her hands, this was a claw like motion, a previously unseen attack, this time it was a lattice of Cleaves sent straight for the awakened demon.

Her heart danced, for the first time in a longer time than she could recount, she had an adversary, one worthy of sharing the stage with her, who could withstand her force. A challenge that would require her to actually try, to grow to overcome it. A being who could push past their own limits to avoid destruction, what could be more worthy than that, of earning her full attention?

 

[Torlikoff]

The claw of slashes tears across the ground, sending blood splashing upwards in large sheets. Deimos makes no view to dodge the attacks as they hti him head-on, sending him skidding back through the pool.

But, as she could perhaps expect, it fails to even pierce into his soft center. she must have cut him hundreds of times; Even his spilled drops of blood hadn't met any mercy. It was no wonder then, that he'd be adapted to Cleave so perfectly. Judging by the flames, her fire arrow will probably take a hit in effeciveness, albeit not so much that it won't hurt him.

Then there's the five circles. One was destroyed. The other brains... that must be what the circles represented. But who knows where they could be located? If she had to guess, they'd constantly be switching positions, making it impossible to determine a proper location.

Deimos takes his sword. He swings it to his side, and a miniature tidal wave of blood follows it like a thin sheet. It suddenly ignotes itself, brilliant crimson fire burning along the liquid, and when he swings it again, it's levied towards Nakya, the burning blood further accompanied by swarms of crescent energy blades sprouting from the wave.

 

[Listentomyrhytm]

The bullets are... very, very funky to say the least. The ones further away don't seem able to home back in unto Bardock, simply flying away in different directions, meanwhile the brandly shot ones would immdiatelly curve back in a wide arch, moving to reach the warlord by arching around the vortex soldier.

The soldier would struggle, but be unable to do much of the ring... but the armor has a neckpiece, so the ring would actually need to be around the armor not the actual neck itself, and as such escape possible. The vortex soldier declupples the helmed off the rest of the suit, getting their head unstuck in the process and dropping down, then quickly dashing away. Now that the helmet is gone, it would be pretty clear that it is, in fact, a woman, though with a deep teal colour of skin, trait that is shared by her hairs. An hasty retreat.

Also, and noteworthy to mention. the rest of the army, what remains of It st least, seems in retreat as well-

Furthermore... a giant presence, a massive figure would emerge from the very floor, some distance right behind Bardok. A titan of plant matter and flesh, yet with a deep sense of royalty to him, of stature completly towering over everything on the field.

The astral projection of the saiyan would turn around... looking up at the giant of plant and flesh. It disgusted him. Not really in a despicable way but rather one that is just, in sheer raw disgust at the combination of flesh and plant. It looked yuck to the saiyan's projection.

Regardless, he would just stare. In a bit of a stance still on high alert but... not attacking.

 

[Junkoposter]

Ah, so that's what's next!
Moving down.

With her new addition done with, the swordswoman stealthily and quickly starts moving up to Liberia, digging straight down and covering her tracks the instant she passes the border. With one pure red blade stabbed deep underground, the game is on.

After all, I need more power~.

With such a small nation, it takes no time to get it almost done. Three swords down, one more to go.

Cool.

 

[Da3ggman]

A bubble of air? Curious~

Kane, despite clearly tracking the bubble with his eyes, doesn't shift his attack's trajectory at all. He is a man of science, after all, so he's quite curious as to what exactly this is meant to do.

When the bubble contacts him, the wood and fire qi flowing through his hand suddenly surges chaotically, resulting in a pre-mature detonation. Effectively, Kane's hand explodes in a fireball intended to be created on top of Arthur through this attack, blowing off three of his fingers in a thin but bloody spray. He looks down at the damaged limb, as if inspecting it.

"Interesting. Using air to hit one of my meridians at a critical point of the technique to destabilize my flow of qi. I'd even call this rather ingenious, seeing as the qi you and I cultivate are very different, and even a standard mortal would be capable of this given the correct training."

Kane remarks, thoroughly complimenting the technique, though it is obviously concerning that he almost instantly saw through it, and even more concerning as his half-exploded hand suddenly and rapidly regenerates, thanks to the Compounding of a gold metalmind dragon within his body. Strangely, while no one was paying attention, the blood and flesh previously removed from him disappears, as if it never existed at all...

More relevantly, two oddly shaped wands appear and float at Kane's sides, suddenly shooting bolts of lightning out at Arthur as Kane himself charges, extending his little finger as a small, black dragon extends from it and violently sprays a freezing mist towards the armored man.

"Heh, learned that fast, huh? Perhaps this won't be boring after all!" he retorted, starting to lighten up a bit despite the heavy casualties his country had faced.

Arthur started breathing in deeply, conducting hamon throughout his body in order to somewhat negate the cold effects of the mist, before closing his eyes. He could sense Kane and all of his Qi, as well as his attacks. "Chi You-Sunlit Crossbow form!"

Similar to his last attack, he aimed at Kane with his arms, and appeared to fire a volley of Qi disrupting bubbles; these ones, however, were different. They were glistening with an orange-yellow electricity around them, and were spinning at extreme speeds. If any of these hit, not only would they disrupt his Qi Flow: they would carve into it like a hacksaw through wood!

 

[Paul_Frank]

Within the Plane of Euthymia, Nakya sat, she’d been shouldering adaptation to that strange energy Deimos was using, gloom he called it. For that reason her puppet wasn’t allowed to cleanse it, it was a technique she’d used against Zlata, and in a pinch if needed, it could be used here as well, although the adaptations it’d have were unknown, it would help.

More importantly, she ruminated. She destroyed because it was her nature, it was as simple a reason as there could be, she said as much when talking to Zlata. The world and all that was in it was simply too fragile to maintain itself in her wake, it was a simple fact she’d abided by all this time. Even Zlata fell into that category back when they fought, if she went all out, hadn’t refused to kill, then while the idol was playing her silly game of trying to prove the power of humanity, she’d have died.

The humans she’d killed, the sorcerers she’d raised, none could hope to have matched her, but now, she’d found something she didn’t know she was missing. A combatant that was able to surpass her, a goal on the horizon besides simply indiscriminate destruction, a fun detour on the route to her goal. It was for this reason that silly things like war, sides, this game of territory collecting, their importance fell to the wayside as she finally immersed herself in a task. It felt nostalgic, although it didn't seem like she would be able to remember why.

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Taking note of his newfound resistance to her slashing, Nakya smiles underneath her mask. As the attack from the large sword and the energy blades approached her, she made no effort to dodge, whether she refused to, or if her body had finally given out from the strain of the earlier attacks and her expenditure of energy, isn’t immediately apparent.

The attack lands, the force from it alone being enough to send her back into the ruins of a nearby building, and doing a number on her body, which it looked like she gave up on healing at some point. With the last of its power, it ejects a sword from its chest, and the reason for its refusal to dodge or to heal was made more clear. Of course the fight couldn't end that easily, he was right that it had just entered its next phase, there was no way Nakya would die that easily from a single blow after all the growth Deimos went through, it simply wouldn't be right.

With a loud crack, Deimos could see space itself shatter like a pane of glass, from the open rift emerges a hand, which grabs onto the blade, and then another arm, and soon an entire body pulls itself through. Nakya, in perfect condition. There are some differences however, most immediately obvious is a dharma wheel above her head, and less instantly obvious, is the general feeling she gives off. She’s almost a gap in reality, he can see her with his eyes, but it doesn’t feel like she’s even there.




Immediately, the storm over Indonesia ends, and her blade surges with power. A massive amount of energy pours off of it, lighting up the surroundings as the blade glows a bright purple. The sky crackled with electricity, bolts of it repeatedly striking Nakya and her blade, as she held it aloft. Her mask burned away, revealing a maddened look on her face, like a starved beast that had finally seen a meal after weeks, her eyes glowed like stars, and even the ends of her hair shone brightly.

"In honor of your growth, its only right that I fight you as my full self, not a puppet. Now, I'd avoid this if possible."

The Musou no Hitotachi had a few forms it could take, in this case with a light downwards swing of the blade, a massive surge of pure elemental energy flies out, wide enough to fill a street, it parts the gloom sea that had been produced and was visibly burning the ground it contacted away, as it continued towards Deimos.

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

"Heh, learned that fast, huh? Perhaps this won't be boring after all!" he retorted, starting to lighten up a bit despite the heavy casualties his country had faced.

Arthur started breathing in deeply, conducting hamon throughout his body in order to somewhat negate the cold effects of the mist, before closing his eyes. He could sense Kane and all of his Qi, as well as his attacks. "Chi You-Sunlit Crossbow form!"

Similar to his last attack, he aimed at Kane with his arms, and appeared to fire a volley of Qi disrupting bubbles; these ones, however, were different. They were glistening with an orange-yellow electricity around them, and were spinning at extreme speeds. If any of these hit, not only would they disrupt his Qi Flow: they would carve into it like a hacksaw through wood!

Kane raises an eyebrow at these new air bubbles. He can clearly detect an energy within them similar but distinct from yang qi, maybe some derivation of it? Thinking back, he could sense that energy throughout Arthur's entire body, but he just wrote it off as the result of a strong lifeforce, rather than whatever this is.

In any case, while many of the bubbles are disrupted and destroyed by the twin bolts of lightning, many more continue coming. From Kane's right eye emerges a stark white dragon, though it feels very different from the one that came from his ring finger before. That was "white" in the sense of polished metal, while this is closer to a raw bundle of light and heat, a yang alchemy dragon. It quickly flies out and into several of the orange-yellow bubbles, seeming to consume the energy that holds them together before moving on, carving a path through for Kane.

Kane himself continues his charge, holding out a hand with a claw-like gesture as black light suddenly surrounds it, the world seeming to turn towards him as gravity suddenly rushes in the direction of his fingers. At the same time, his Magic Plant Arsenal affects the plant-based material out of which the spire is built, resulting in dozens of branched spikes erupting out of the ground, walls, and ceiling, all pointing towards Arthur as if he was falling into a pit trap.

 

[Faruel1998]

@ThisThingisReallyBroken

Vidarr stares at the whole thing, impassively and when he looks at Romulus in the eyes.

"No", he said.

"I am not a 'thunder man', I am Vidarr, the God of Vengeance and you ripped off the wings of that creature and sacrificed it in front of my eyes and want me to taint my lightnings with the life of an innocent, I'll not do that", he added to then crossing his arms.

"You want that barrier down? I can do that, my runes can create and dispel barriers, I'll not indulge in your sadism to accomplish the goal tho"

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

Romulus narrows her eyes on you and her gleeful expression disappears for a moment.

“Innocent? You think these things are innocent?! Ahaha…

She places her hand on face.

“I was chained up by my old Papa in a basement. Everyday I would pray to these Angels and God himself save me.”

Romulus shows you her legs, which have been amputated crudely, and replaced by two metal rods.

“…Even as my legs were being ripped off, they still never answered my prayers..”

She returns to the cannon, and readies it again.

“If you don’t want to help, that’s fine. However, don’t go around thinking anyone is innocent in this world. They’re not. Sometimes something as holy as an angel can prove to be indescribably apathetic to human suffering. My new Papa, even as a demon, has showed more kindness than any of those winged bastards have shown.”

 

[Faruel1998]

"I am not so naive to believe in total innocence and know that there are gods that aren't kind, my father in primis, he was the patron of the hanged ones and his obsession in changing the future brought down demise for us all, but I learned something before arriving there, on the land I helped rebuild when everything collapsed down, everything can change, everything can become better, even from a rotten and putrid carcass can grow something much more than what it originated from"

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

Romulus sighs.

“Well, we can’t just attach the wings back onto the little thing’s back, ya know. We may as well just use it’s gift and toss back into heaven at the very least. Who knows, maybe if you’re right, this wingless angel will turn out to be most BEAUTIFUL angel of them all…”

She gives you puppy dog eyes and whimper.

“Can you put the lightening in the cannon, PLEEASE! Pretty please with a gun on top?”

 

[Faruel1998]

"I'll not do that, but I can trap that enemy and everyone inside the barrier with a rune circle that they will not be able to dispel, I'll just need someone to watch my back on the process"

 

[Junkoposter]

With such a small nation, it takes no time to get it almost done. Three swords down, one more to go.

Cool.

Enough time has passed. With a country-wide crimson glow, more power is acquired, and a nation is stolen.

Territory Gained: Western Sahara

Hoho. Now, what to do next….~?

 

[Da3ggman]

Kane raises an eyebrow at these new air bubbles. He can clearly detect an energy within them similar but distinct from yang qi, maybe some derivation of it? Thinking back, he could sense that energy throughout Arthur's entire body, but he just wrote it off as the result of a strong lifeforce, rather than whatever this is.

In any case, while many of the bubbles are disrupted and destroyed by the twin bolts of lightning, many more continue coming. From Kane's right eye emerges a stark white dragon, though it feels very different from the one that came from his ring finger before. That was "white" in the sense of polished metal, while this is closer to a raw bundle of light and heat, a yang alchemy dragon. It quickly flies out and into several of the orange-yellow bubbles, seeming to consume the energy that holds them together before moving on, carving a path through for Kane.

Kane himself continues his charge, holding out a hand with a claw-like gesture as black light suddenly surrounds it, the world seeming to turn towards him as gravity suddenly rushes in the direction of his fingers. At the same time, his Magic Plant Arsenal affects the plant-based material out of which the spire is built, resulting in dozens of branched spikes erupting out of the ground, walls, and ceiling, all pointing towards Arthur as if he was falling into a pit trap.

"Shit, he can consume my hamon energy?! I may have to resort to that soon..." he thought to himself, quickly flapping his wings around, flying and evading the spikes that tried to skewer him.

"Chi You - Halberd Form!" Arthur exclaimed, bolstering his physical strength tremendously with Hamon, and swinging his leg; it looked almost like a whip with how fast and loose it appeared, but hit like a truck if it landed. "You're next line is: what are you doing throwing your leg around?"

 

[Torlikoff]

Deimos watches, his helmet making his expression inscrutable as the true form of Nakya emerges. There’s concern beneath the mask at what exactly he’s feeling - after all, a genuine void in existence isn’t something you see every day - and yet, there’s a growing sense of elation at the foe put before him.

He spreads his arms wide, his malice cloak flowing behind him. “O’ queen of destruction… I vow as demon king to meet your offer with everything I have!”

He takes off towards her, leaping towards one of the corroded buildings and running along the wall. As the surge of violet lightning approaches, so too does dark red lightning surge across Deimos’ armored body, and he dodges the electro wave by mere inches.

Time appears to slow down within his mind as he tries to figure out the nature of the woman before him. Or, no, she was no mere woman; she was a ruler like himself, a force, a show of power in humanoid form. The phantoms scatter as well, disappearing in flashes of gloom and reappearing across the arena.

One is several city blocks away, the archer. He fires into the air, and arrows from above rain down onto Nakya. From below, a battalion of chilling, phantasmal spears launch at her courtesy of the spearman. And the club and sword wielder appear on either side of her, swinging with their respective weapons.

It’s buying time, of course. For all his maddened frenzy, Deimos is still a calculating businessman first and foremost. He has to figure out what this new gimmick is and deal with it accordingly.

 

[Overlord775]

The astral projection of the saiyan would turn around... looking up at the giant of plant and flesh. It disgusted him. Not really in a despicable way but rather one that is just, in sheer raw disgust at the combination of flesh and plant. It looked yuck to the saiyan's projection.

Regardless, he would just stare. In a bit of a stance still on high alert but... not attacking.

The giant would have a similar stance, staring right back at the saiyan warrior.

"You, avatar of a faraway warlord, i do not take kindly to your wanton destruction."

The giant states, his voice very much clear, if weird sounding because of the dept of his vocal cord.

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

"Shit, he can consume my hamon energy?! I may have to resort to that soon..." he thought to himself, quickly flapping his wings around, flying and evading the spikes that tried to skewer him.

"Chi You - Halberd Form!" Arthur exclaimed, bolstering his physical strength tremendously with Hamon, and swinging his leg; it looked almost like a whip with how fast and loose it appeared, but hit like a truck if it landed. "You're next line is: what are you doing throwing your leg around?"

What is he doing throwing his leg around?

While he doesn't verbally state it, the change in his expression following shortly after Arthur's comment betrays his thoughts. Still, he doesn't let that distract him much from the combat.

Arthur manages to avoid the vast majority of the chlorophyte spikes, especially as he snaps and shatters many with his kick. Kane forms a sign with his hand before making a fist and extending his thumb and ring fingers, a yellow and white dragon visible on each. Rather than punching out again, however, he swings his hand as if he were a blade, instantly cutting off the top of the spire the two are fighting in and sending its fragments flying in every direction with great force. The now-visible blade of shimmering air seems to attract Arthur's leg to itself, similarly to that black light technique, and impacts it with a weight of millions of tons.

Hm, I should give these a name. How about... Metal-Earth Dragon Art... Heavy Severance... Yeah, that'd work. The one I used earlier would be Fire-Wood Dragon Art... Flashfire.

 

[Listentomyrhytm]

The giant would have a similar stance, staring right back at the saiyan warrior.

"You, avatar of a faraway warlord, i do not take kindly to your wanton destruction."

The giant states, his voice very much clear, if weird sounding because of the dept of his vocal cord.

"Tsk, and what? I'm merely conquering territories. Thought this one was empty because I didn't see no signifiers nor anything. That is what we are here for, to conquer territories no?" Bardock would say with an annoyed look. He didn't look very happy at all at this conversation. "Are you gonna lecture me or something?"

 

[Paul_Frank]

Ignore the things he’s summoned, none of them can reach me as I am now. It seems like he wants to gauge the difference between myself and the puppet, in which case I have to attack.

Leaving the phantoms completely, she closes the distance between herself and Deimos, their attacks simply passing straight through her as if she weren't there, some of her movements seem unnatural at a closer look, as if someone was playing a recording where some of the frames were cut out, her movements similarly lacked a required preceding movement causing them to look disjointed.

The wheel on her head turns with a loud cranking noise

He said he’s created more brains, in all likelihood that means taking the head is no longer an option, I may have to resort to destroying the entire body, which is a tall task, I may need to use another domain soon then.

After closing the distance, she slashes, despite Deimos’ performance against Cleave, the Musou Isshin should remain a good option if she limited exposure to it, in which case a single slash shouldn’t be too bad. A singular vertical slash, from the crown of his head downwards, the blade seemingly leaving a rift in its path as it closed in towards him.

 

[Overlord775]

"Tsk, and what? I'm merely conquering territories. Thought this one was empty because I didn't see no signifiers nor anything. That is what we are here for, to conquer territories no?" Bardock would say with an annoyed look. He didn't look very happy at all at this conversation. "Are you gonna lecture me or something?"

"Blasting apart cities is not the same as conquest, deliberelly going out of your way to kill civilians isn't even an effective war tactic."

Yorsha says, scorn in his voice, as he would sigh.

"But I immagine you couldn't care less about that, so here's the actual point: The fight ends here, leave. Since i have three territories adjeciant to here, as such. i can send virtually endless waves of troops your way, and there's not much you can realistically do about it. Besides, the second my main body get unstuck from its current position, I woukd immidiatelly come take it back."

 

[Listentomyrhytm]

"Blasting apart cities is not the same as conquest, deliberelly going out of your way to kill civilians isn't even an effective war tactic."

Yorsha says, scorn in his voice, as he would sigh.

"But I immagine you couldn't care less about that, so here's the actual point: The fight ends here, leave. Since i have three territories adjeciant to here, as such. i can send virtually endless waves of troops your way, and there's not much you can realistically do about it. Besides, the second my main body get unstuck from its current position, I woukd immidiatelly come take it back."

"It is an effective one. It prospers fear and hate, it makes people less likely to fight back if they see the extents I'm willing to go. Besides, it makes me stronger. But I wouldn't expect something like you to understand that." He would say sounding annoyed. "Fine, I'll leave you and those territories alone. Next time don't waste my time like you did just now then."

He would turn around and fly away.

 

[Torlikoff]

Deimos’ eyes widen as Nakya approaches, and especially as the attacks of his phantoms pass harmlessly through Nakya.

She dodged? No… it’s more like the attack didn’t connect in the first place. And this isn’t a spiritual body either…If it were just a matter of that, my gloom avatars would have hit her. This is something deeper…

He spots no illusions, so that can’t be it. But the matter of her next course of action is itself cause for concern.

That movement pattern… 24 frames per second, no small interval when we’re this fast. Damn it. Harder to predict her movement like this… I can’t rely on my eyesight. Then there’s her new toys. If she’s still using that sword, it means she’s confident in its ability to cut me even now. Cutting space? As long as I can avoid damage to my vitals, I can adapt to it, but that’s easier said than done. And that wheel… I don’t like the look of it. Either each turn alters her in some way, or something comes out once it’s made a full rotation.

He doesn’t want to find out which. As she slashed towards him, he springs backwards and retaliates with another burning blood slash. This time though, the blood on the ground and in the air around Nakya is activated, suddenly spiking up into thick barbed wire-like constructs that aim to bind and pincushion her.

 

[Junkoposter]

Enough time has passed. With a country-wide crimson glow, more power is acquired, and a nation is stolen.

Territory Gained: Western Sahara

Hoho. Now, what to do next….~?

Ah, that’s what to do next! Zooming and pearling over to her already conquered African nations, the swordswoman gets to work hiding her signs under a layer or so of Obsidian and dirt.

My power.

 

[Lou_change]

Alright, now I need to actually use my purchases, the Igneo Talus Titan would be the easiest it works like one of those expandable water toys but with lava normally it would take years for significant growth but I should be able to speed it up when I regain my charges so I’ll just put in one of the volcanoes in my Oceanian territory while I wait.
Defender teleports into the magma chamber of Mayor Island and calls the Titan there before going back to the cave.

 

[Paul_Frank]

Nakya pays close attention as Deimos dodges her strike, rather than taking it head on.

As I thought, slicing through space might be too much for him currently, although he's not dumb enough to try it willingly.

Rather than even try to close the distance further, her blade is put to her side as if she sheathed it, no effort is made to avoid the attacks sent after her, she doesn’t even move like she had last time, making it even more obvious to Deimos that there’s no form of dodging or blocking occurring, the attacks simply aren’t able to hit what’s right there.

Rapidly, she begins unsheathing and resheathing the blade, with each repetition, a spherical storm of slashes is sent out towards the demon king, center mass, the head, the arms, the legs, all being targeted one after another.

 

[Da3ggman]

What is he doing throwing his leg around?

While he doesn't verbally state it, the change in his expression following shortly after Arthur's comment betrays his thoughts. Still, he doesn't let that distract him much from the combat.

Arthur manages to avoid the vast majority of the chlorophyte spikes, especially as he snaps and shatters many with his kick. Kane forms a sign with his hand before making a fist and extending his thumb and ring fingers, a yellow and white dragon visible on each. Rather than punching out again, however, he swings his hand as if he were a blade, instantly cutting off the top of the spire the two are fighting in and sending its fragments flying in every direction with great force. The now-visible blade of shimmering air seems to attract Arthur's leg to itself, similarly to that black light technique, and impacts it with a weight of millions of tons.

Hm, I should give these a name. How about... Metal-Earth Dragon Art... Heavy Severance... Yeah, that'd work. The one I used earlier would be Fire-Wood Dragon Art... Flashfire.

"You mother fu-!" Arthur screamed, before being interuppted by the sudden weight he felt on his leg smashing into his other. Normally, this would've hurt like a bastard, but he adjusted his hamon flow once again, dulling the pain, and slowly began to regenerate some of the damage he had accumilated over the course of this short skirmish.

Sighing in relief from the healing process, his armor shifted into a far less impressive looking defense, molding into a firey sword in his hand. Underneath the armor, however, was a far more unsightly discovery: a partially rotting corpse with half of its face ripped off, and chunks bitten out of it valiently stood (or flew, rather) before Kane.

"You're gonna pay for that." he coldy told the invader of his country.

 

[Torlikoff]

Just as I thought. I can’t hit her, not like this… Fine enough. I was hoping to save this for Zlata, but I guess I don’t have much of a choice if I want to safely handle this. So…

Deimos summons up a sphere of energy and crushes it in his hands. Haste Sphere. A present from his daughter.

In combination with the prior speed amplification demon art, he moves like a blur. His armor opens up in segments as swarms of bio whips come out of it, each moving to intercept the spatial cutting. He sees no possibility that they’ll defend, of course, but that’s not the aim. The aim is to adapt.

He sprints back as the whips start to face rapid annihilation, jettisoning the used flesh in pieces that detonate into blood and gloom for good measure. Whipping around again, he creates another repulsion sphere, this one build it up between his horns with several times the power, and fires it. Let’s see how her space cutting interacts with his domination!

 

[Hl3_or_bust]

"You mother fu-!" Arthur screamed, before being interuppted by the sudden weight he felt on his leg smashing into his other. Normally, this would've hurt like a bastard, but he adjusted his hamon flow once again, dulling the pain, and slowly began to regenerate some of the damage he had accumilated over the course of this short skirmish.

Sighing in relief from the healing process, his armor shifted into a far less impressive looking defense, molding into a firey sword in his hand. Underneath the armor, however, was a far more unsightly discovery: a partially rotting corpse with half of its face ripped off, and chunks bitten out of it valiently stood (or flew, rather) before Kane.

"You're gonna pay for that." he coldy told the invader of his country.

Kane quickly takes two steps back, suddenly having a premonition of danger at the appearance of that fiery sword.

"So you're finally going to fight seriously? Though I am no martial man, I still have a respect for the craft, so allow me to respond in kind~."

Out of nowhere, Kane's body begins to disintegrate into black grains that seem to pulse in various geometric shapes, but they are only black in the same way that a black hole is, as even Arthur can tell. Frankly, it's hard to tell if he's simply hallucinating this happening or not, as it feels particularly unreal as the "grains" fly backwards into the air.

Spoiler: Two weeks of local time earlier...

Kane is sitting in the depths of his island fortress, Navassa, looking over an intricate carving he has put into every face of chlorophyte room. He had used his Primal Chaos Core to mold a somewhat rough clone to stand in for him at the castle, bearing not his Primal Chaos Core nor the ability to cultivate, as this is something well beyond what he would willingly expose to another one of the warlords he is aligned with. However, it was still his policy that if you want something done right, you should do it yourself, though that's not particularly relevant at the moment.

He recalls his time in the sect back in his own world, reading its collated history. Even at the time, he was well aware that it was likely biased, incomplete, and slap-dash in many areas, but he still enjoyed it very much. He particularly recalls the many descriptions of the Fuxi, the Celestial Gods of War, draconic proto-humans only two steps removed from the great Pangu. They were warlike, yet incredibly earthly, possessing an unusual air that was distinct from the aloof gods yet somehow transcendent of them.

When he regressed his dantian and Golden Core to a state of Hundun, a thought had occurred to him: what if I performed this upon my entire being? However, it didn't take much research to determine that this was impossible with his current means. He simply lacked the power, time, and expertise thus far. Yet, a part of it stuck with him no matter how hard he attempted to dispel it.

What if he didn't need to go back all the way?

A state of primal chaos is infinitely powerful and versatile, but incomparably difficult to replicate. Quite frankly, Kane had already taken what was definitely the easiest path forwards in that regard already, and even then he required a good bit of luck to pull it off successfully. However, an alchemist need not go all the way to the Prima Materia to have a viable product. What if he went, say, three steps before primal chaos, to that of one of his unimaginably distance ancestors? It was an insane idea on paper, but the more he looked at it, the less he could say it was impossible or even implausible. He already had the Primal Chaos Core, after all, he just needed to devise a process. The only downside, perhaps, is that he'd lose his current body cultivation, but that was a small price in the scale of things.

Kane's expression is rather chaotic, bearing both a manic grin and a persistent stream of cold sweat, as he begins his work, and much later on...

[6 Charges used for level 7 permanent]

The storm surrounding Navassa rapidly intensifies around Arthur in the absence of Kane, limiting his visibility substantially. Yet, despite the deafening thunder and blinding mist and rain, a large figure can be seen coming closer from the direction that "Kane" dissipated towards. As it approaches, the clouds around it dissipate as if fleeing from something beyond them, revealing a massive chunk of chlorophyte, shaped into a small, jagged hill and topped with an tall throne, reaching over ten meters tall. On the throne is... something very clearly not human. It has a normal-sized humanoid upper body, slouched as it is on the throne, yet its lower body is a tail over eight meters long that wraps around the lower portions of the throne, as if holding onto it. Its whole body is covered in brilliant crimson scales, which incessantly flicker with various colors, images, and peach-colored runes. It looks up at Arthur, using a hand to remove the cloth draped over its head, revealing a clearly human face, but with fiery reptilian eyes, a third eye embedded in its forehead that seems to flash iridescently, whitish branched horns, and a mane of bright red hair.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting~"

It speaks in the voice of Kane, a sense of pressure descending upon Arthur from his voice alone.

 

[Paul_Frank]

An explosive increase in speed, followed by clashing with her attacks. Nakya quickly surmised that the goal of that exchange was likely to lose it without having important structures on his body injured, in order to adapt.

The attack he's going to launch, it's what he was shooting before I did the domain. It seems to be a strong repulsive force, is it born from control over space? In that case he likely wants to see which would win, I'll humor him.

Which would come out on top, his repulsion or her cutting, in truth it'd be useful information for her too. Due to this, she grips the blade with both hands, and meets the massive attack head on, swinging into it with the space splitting blade, the blade itself extended by the concentration of electro energy on it.

All the while, the wheel turns again with a whirring sound.

 

[Edwellken]

Zlata's signifiers (and metaverse) suddenly disappear from South Korea, being replaced by those of a hitherto unknown factor.

 

[Faruel1998]

@ThisThingisReallyBroken

"For my runes to work who's trapped inside must abide to rules set on them, I must know what he can use in order to escape or use his powers in order to stop them, he can only leave the barrier by abiding by the rules"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Rusty began to think about what the best course of action would be, he redirected his attention to the monitor watching different scenarios.

Almost annoyed, he began to mobilize his troops to different points on the map, seeking to secure a safe place.

He deactivated the Ruler so he recover the charge, but Eternal Learning Swarm was still active for his troops, the ultralinks and some inquisitors were teleported on the enemies ship to cause massive destruction with chemical weaponry and some anti-matter bombs, it was a quick attack and retreat move.


(Unless I was wrong, no one prevented the second wave of nuclear bombs and ball of blue Turbo energy I launched, right? I ask because they probably must have already been hit)

 

[Junkoposter]

Ah, that’s what to do next! Zooming and pearling over to her already conquered African nations, the swordswoman gets to work hiding her signs under a layer or so of Obsidian and dirt.

My power.

With plenty of time on her hands, she gets this simple task done relatively quickly. One more to go in Western Sahara, and that makes all of them relatively hidden and protected.

 

[Overlord775]

While flying towards Africa, Alfonso had quickly stopped by Italy. He gathered essential supplies, namely, a pack of cigars, his folding chair...and his Three Calamities; Helios, Anemoi, and Poseidon flying just behind the group as they traveled to the sands of Egypt. Alfonso himself was casually reclining on a living cloud, the sentient cluster of water vapor keeping pace with the other warlord's mighty dragon steed. The man yawned ever so slightly, his hands idly toying with a large, wooden sword he had received from one of his allies.

"Heh...going to be nice to knock that upstart down a few notches eh? I've been itching for some good ol' fashion revenge...after that little incident in Egypt." The man said casually.

"Indeed so. In fact, let's head right to Egypt, that will make the perfect place for the rematch."

And so they go, flying all the way to Egypt!

@Rakih_Elyan

Two warlords enter into your territory, what will you do?

 

[Listentomyrhytm]

As Bardock's astral projection flew away and vanished, to appear and train the rest of troops on Ethiopia, the main Saiyan himself would be pondering to himself about a higher level... Something he could do to be stronger. Of course there was Super Saiyan, but he began to recall tales, legends of a power beyond that... going through his memories he thought to himself...


...About a certain myth.

 

[ThisThingisReallyBroken]

@Faurel

Romulus takes a moment to think.

“…Uh. Make it so that they can’t teleport or use portals to escape. Before that, let me test our little angel’s powers…”

A wicked grin grows on her face as she reactivates the cannon. You hear the cries of millions of damned souls rush into the cannon. However, the angel’s energy siphons in during this process, combining the corruption of hell with the blessed light of heaven.

Curses and pentagrams begin to fill the room. It is as if Romulus had violated the very laws of the universe through this union. Romulus pays no mind. She simply laughs maniacally.
@Oliver_de_jesus

A large, purple pentagram appears in the sky. You feel as if your barrier’s strength is halved immediately, before anything is fired. In an instant, a large pillar of souls mixed with the blessed energy of heaven immediately pop into the barrier. This cannot be cleansed by conventional means.

The light of heaven had purified the sins of the damned, and made them unaffected by any purifying properties as they’re now infused with the holy energies of the angel. Once the souls get inside your barrier, they begin possessing everything around them.

“Ha! I gotcha good you can of tin buckets!”

 

[Faruel1998]

@ThisThingisReallyBroken

"That thing isn't good, but for the moment send me where the barrier is, I'll take care of the rest"