NOVEL NEXT Chapter 315: The First Tribe (III)
Lenore swiftly turned around as she marched towards the Danse Macabre an annoyed but somewhat calm look on her face. The people that had come down with her marched along as they quickly made their way back to the Danse Macabre, the undisguised threat she gave was not well received, but their leader had the foresight of keeping his barbarians in check, cause as it stands Lenore was very much ready and willing to burnt them all to a crisp. But just as she moved away from them she noticed something, not just their leader of the first tribe, but she was able to notice three others within the crowd that had the features of death class users.
The thought gave her a chill, which was part of the reason why she was rushing back to the danse Macabre, because as it stood she had the confidence she could deal with one death class user, maybe if she pushed herself a bit she would be able to deal with two of them, but three or four was way above her weight class. If Rezar was here, dealing with all four by himself would be a piece of cake, because Lenore knew that even amongst D4ath class users, Rezar was and could not be considered normal. So using him as a measuring stick for death class users would be a little farfetched.
The only other person with as much uniqueness was Malik, and that sorry excuse of man was someone she knew she could match…. Or at the very least hold back for a very limited amount of time, making Rezar the only one capable of dealing with a monster like him. But be that as it may she had four death class users to deal with, and none of them were expecting her next move, though to be honest she didn't think they would let her get onto that Warcraft, so she already had a plan going.
"Mina! Open fire on them, now, and power up the particle mana cannon!" she had scarcely opened her mouth to talk when a dark beam of light hit the soldier besides her, causing the elf to rapidly dry up like a thousand-year-old prune as he desiccated at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Lenore smiled, so they had chosen to make the first move. Which was good, now she wouldn't have any qualms about attacking them on account of innocents being there. She quickly turned around and pulled her rapier out before stretching her left hand forward, creating a wall of flames that blocked the three other beams that came flying at her. The next person besides her, an orc with a massive rail gun took a stance behind her and pointed his gun at the approaching First Tribe members who had rushed after them with weapons held high.
Lenore could see the leader along with the three other death class users she had noticed standing back and watching her. She noticed that both the death class user and the leader had their hands outstretched, a beam of silvery black lights rushing in her direction. She smiled as she stabbed her rapier into the ground, causing a rumbled as blast of lightning shot out from it, blasting the earth apart as it made a ditch and smashed a few dozen wild tribe members into pieces before intercepting the attacks from the death class users with practiced ease. And that was when the heavens decided to rain fire destruction on them.
The Rail gun behind her first went off, a blazing purple shot of the gun, digging holes into, more people than she could care to count and blasting the others to pieces. She turned around to flee, dragging the orc with her as the Danse Macabre began to spit out seven inch bullets at 30 rounds a second and massive meter long cannon shells that exploded on impact blasting tents and families apart. Lenore turned around and noticed the leader as he cradled the body of his old crone of a grandmother crying his eyes out while his people fell around him.
She noticed that one no the death class users was missing a head and was laying in a pool of what was probably his own blood while the other three huddled themselves behind a massive behemoth of a skeleton that served as a shield for them. a dozen or some members of the first tribe threw themselves on the body of the leader to shield him from the constant stream of the danse macabre. Did she feel sorry for them? not one bit. They were enemies and given the direction their conversation had taken there was no way this would have been settled amicably, so in that case they can all burn and die.
Lenore quickly made it back onto the Danse Macabre, before heading straight the bridge where the Kitsune Princess Kari and Mina was now waiting for her. Lenore wiped a hand over her face as she took the captain's seat. The look in her eyes was furious and for a second she contemplated just wiping them all out, and then against her better judgment she changed her mind but it wasn't over.
"We can't spare them your Highness; given the way they are I believe they will not stop trying to come after us. They had no idea that we have such military capabilities, but now that they do they will come up with contingencies for it. Even if they're are savages, we all know they're powerful magic users so there's no guarantee that they won't have contingencies in place the next time we have to face them. I know you want to be known as more than just the butcher queen, but that is who you are Lenore, that's the part you have to play for Morte Bianca to stand. I know you have a good heart, but don't lose your mettle now, For Morte Bianca, for Rezar!" Kari said as her Kitsune Tails waved in the air behind her.
She had none of her brother's quiet and brooding disposition, but she was just as dangerous and powerful and whole lot more ruthless and diabolical than Kitagawa. And that's a character streak that her time in Morte Bianca and a follower of Rezar had bred in her. She used to be really sweet and nice, but now she was a fearsome Samurai general that has known no defeat and could get the job done regardless of the obstacles placed in front of her.
"I hear you Kari, and I believe you're in agreement Mina?" Lenore asked as she shifted her attention to her Rabbit kin aviator.
"If you're are to deal with weeds you have to pull them out from the roots so that won't come back and bother your garden again. So yes your majesty I'm in full and total agreement, you have to end them all." If Lenore was not who she was, she would probably ask how was it that she suddenly found herself surrounded by people with such hard dispositions and heart. But then she would realize this was how they could all survive, Morte Bianca has no room and tolerance for indecision. If they could help it they would save every life in the world, but if you're not willing to bend, even if they might seem evil to you and the rest of society. They will end you… thoroughly.
"Mina fire the particle mana cannon." All three of them took a deep breath after that order was given, this was an order than can never be taken back.
Lenore noticed that totem poles that had been placed in different positions around the camp had lit up and were now slowly erecting a barrier. But regardless Lenore knew that the barrier won't stop what was coming, not even the barrier in Morte Bianca could stop the power of the P.M.C. the beam it fires is a highly condensed and volatile form of energy that's transformed into a devouring nucleus of thousands of energy strands woven together. It would eat every form of energy it comes across even those that's in the atmosphere to increase its blast radius and damage before dissipating due to its unstable form.
The beam won't last more than 5 seconds, but that was enough time to show someone what the real meaning of hell on earth was. And not barrier, no matter how powerful or ornately made it was could stop it. Rezar and Alistair had given this cannon a special name as it was built for one special and particular function... they called it dragon killer, built as a contingent cy in case the storm dragon decided to act up, or in case the other dragons that were now coming out of hiding decided to turn their sights to Morte Bianca.
"Fire!"
*BOOOOOOM! *
The Danse Macabre shook vigorously as the beam flew outwards and crashed into the shield. For a moment Lenore could see them, she could feel them. the thousands of faces, the innocents, the old, the young, the soldiers and the civilians, all watching as death came for them…. and then all she saw was white.