My Servant System

Chapter 1151 -1150: All Out Attack (7)

Letting out a roar as she pushed through the mana, Saif swung her cleaver as hard as she could even though her movements were reminiscent of those that would have been made in syrup; as such, when the Fiend felt that she was getting a little too close for comfort, she simply stepped back and stared at the straining woman and tilted her head.

She was still moving rather quickly for someone pushing against the potent mana of a Fiend, and that only made the blue skinned woman tilt her head the other way as she said "Incredible... such strength... I guarantee the genetics you have would only be stronger if passed down. Now I just need to capture you..."

Those four eyes shone with fascination as the Fiend leaned closer to Saif, though when both Zahrah and I struggled through the mana field to approach her she took another few steps back and nodded again, this time with a tad more caution and urgency as she surveyed the scene around herself.

"Honestly... if I could get the three of you I would be beyond blessed... to the point that I would even want to resume the mortal-Fiend cross breeding I had once been so fascinated with!"

Despite the three of us getting closer to her with a myriad of blades and spells ready to tear her to pieces, the Fiend didn't seem that bothered by it as she just walked to the side, avoiding us and forcing us to halt our momentum forwards before gathering more in a different direction.

"I haven't considered that idea since none of those imbeciles down there were of worthy stock, but the three of you... physically you are more than capable, and genetically you are rather ideal... though some tweaks will need to be made anyways, since all things are imperfect after all."

Humming to herself, the Fiend sidestepped a clumsy stab from me before ducking beneath swing from Saif, continuing to shroud us in a thick, permeable membrane of mana that hindered every single movement we wanted to make.

Even as our own mana chewed away at it, hers just replenished itself and pulled from the natural mana around us to keep us trapped, though the longer this went on the more I noticed that she was struggling to keep up; her eyes were no longer as bright, and her jaw clenched as she fought to maintain this domain around us.

Compared to the hectic and explosive fighting going on down below between the two Fiends and our comrades, this slow dance up on the wall was rather calm even as we tried to kill one another, and the difference in magic being slung around was even more apparent as each of us shone like a torch in the night.

I didn't wring my Core out entirely, but I did expend a large amount of my mana alongside the Lust Mana inside of my crest as I pushed myself towards the Fiend, and that made her purse her lips as she focused on me instead. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Oh... interesting. That's some potent mana there, Dogkin. That means you have someone backing you... someone strong... someone important. Fascinating. I suppose... that means I shall take my leave, for now. I don't find the idea of facing off against a strong Sla Fiend to be a pleasant one, not unless it involves sex only. I need research to be done on that still..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked me up and down before this four eyed, long armed scholar leapt backwards and fell down the wall, releasing us from our constraints two seconds later and allowing us to rush towards the edge to see where she had landed.

However, there was nothing for us to see when we peered over the ledge; no body mangled on the ground, no winged or otherwise airborne and flying scholarly woman, no lingering traces of this Fiend at all.

Nothing was down below, and even as we searched around the wall and up in the sky above we couldn't find a trace of her, meaning she had somehow, someway just vanished from our senses completely, and since she was a Fiend of Change...

And apparently one that dealt in genetics - or at least had a fascination with them - that made me rather worried, especially since we had no idea where she was, what she was doing, and even how we could fight her should we run into her again.

"Damnit! That's so..! Argh!"

Growling beside me, Zahrah sheathed her blades angrily and stomped over to the other side of the wall, where she could look down over the fight and focus her energy onto something that she could actually do, which helped her cool off a little.

"Damn! At least that disgusting Nua Fiend is here too; we need to kill these three bastards to make this trip worth something, so..!"

She glanced back at Saif and I, and I turned towards the taller Jackalkin as I left the answer to her, having a feeling of my own that we needed to have the more experienced or level headed person give the order.

Before she could though, the shouts of a few Fingers down below made the choice for us, especially after a few arrows zipped up towards us alongside a handful of spells as they took shots at us.

Zahrah just got a nod from Saif before drawing her daggers again, the shrill sound of metal grinding against metal making me wonder if she had 'sharpeners' in those sheaths of hers, though I couldn't exactly ask since she just leapt off the side of the wall like the Fiend. Unlike the Fiend though I could see her when I looked over the edge, and I got to watch as she coated herself in mana and crashed down against one of the Fingers, crushing them completely and leaving behind an extremely mangled corpse as she used them as a springboard to leap at the next one.

Saif took it a bit more conventionally as she stabbed her cleaver into the wall and began to descend using it to lessen her momentum, a shimmering half sphere of mana blocking any projectiles as she moved to join Zahrah below.

I remained above them as I looked back towards the battlefield, watching that towering Fiend swing its axes down towards the fortress only to have them blocked by giant Torii Gates appearing out of the ground, while a few blurry figures zipped out and slammed into its chest.

One of them flew past the towering Fiend and blitzed towards the monstrous one, engaging it in combat away from the fortress and putting themselves at risk; since I had a good view of the fight from up here, I sheathed my short sword and raised my hands, channeling my remaining mana as I began to cast a spell.

The runes needed to come first, but as it reached completion I began to weave together the two different schools of magic as I muttered "[Descending Blizzard, Host of Blades]...", the combined spells that formed the large Ritual Circle working together well as I layered everything I needed into a single attack.

Making use of the winds that already existed, I gave them a bit of a boost and harnessed the chill lingering within them as I sent the Ritual Circle forwards, creating a large area of swirling gales that only grew sharper and colder as the spell took affect.

Those sharp winds 'solidified' into blades that swam around the storm, and snow began to drift down to the sands below as I turned this portion of the desert into a tundra instead, using the already cold temperatures to further enhance everything.

It took a lot out of me, but now that it was cast I could begin to control those blades from afar, and each one responded to me since they were now infused with my mana entirely; I sent them crashing down into the waves of cultists, tearing through them and chopping them into pieces, while even more sliced at the monstrous Fiend as I battered it attack after attack. Targeting its limbs and ensuring it couldn't get an attack off properly, I aided whoever was down there and made their job easier as the chill began to settle in, bringing that frost of mine into existence and further hindering the Fiend.

Then the bodies began to drop as more cultists died, and even though some of them tried to claw back up in undeath thanks to the pot bellied, balding, greasy man waddling around in the back, they were torn apart and frozen before they could get their footing.

The difference in these Fiends only became more apparent as the towering Fiend was sent

tumbling back as a golden meteor slammed into its chest, the monstrous one was battered to the ground before its head was crushed and its body turned into slabs of meat, and finally the fat man stumbled and crashed to the ground as he tried to defend himself from the blades of

wind.

All the while that Tza Fiend was nowhere to be seen, and completely unscathed...

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