Chapter 127
<strong>Chapter 127</strong>
<strong>*WHOOSH*</strong>
Azmoth immediately tore forward and mmed a foot down in the direction of the oing projectiles, not wasting any time and sending a shockwave of kic energy through the air. Stone shrapnel form the cave floor was thrown up, creating a temporary cloud of dust, and vast majority of the projectiles shattered or were thrown aside due to the shockwave.
But three made it through.
Mesha squealed in pain and hit the ground, a crossbow bolt protruding from her back while a second bolt clipped Snagger on the shoulder to make him grunt. Simultaneously the other rogue, Bort, took a simr bolt to the eye. The small ratman dropped to the ground instantaneously, his weapons ttering to the stone floor while he pped face-down beside them hard and lifelessly.
“KILL THE BEASTS!!! KILL THEM ALL!!!” a deep, bellowing voice roared out, and in an instant a party of at least over thirty stout, bearded men came tearing through the tunnels leading further into the Underdark.
<strong>[Dwarf Warrior]</strong>
<strong>[Dwarf Warrior]</strong>
<strong>[Dwarf Warrior]</strong><strong>[Dwarf Sharpshooter]</strong>
The dwarves and ratmen alike were able to see in the deep tunnels of the just like Riven could, that much was made very clear by the way their coordinated movements and theck of actual light. To a normal human, the only think they’d have seen would be Riven’s glowing red eyes or the mes beginning to billow around Azmoth’s fused ck te armor and the maul he carried.
The stout men bore heavy metal crossbows on their backs,rge stone axes in their hands, some of them had thick round shields, and all of them had heavy stone te mail armor that looked incredibly heavy to wear. The warriors were all rather thick, muscr, and about four to five feet tall apiece.
Azmoth responded with a roar and tore through the ck depths to meet them head on, blowing up into an inferno and bringing his hellforged maul swinging overhead. The weapon glowed a bright orange intermixed with yellows and reds, the magma along its stone bodying to life, and with a thunderous stroke downwards Azmoth smashed the first two dwarves with overwhelming force.
The room reverberated under the impact, and an explosion of magma tore out from Azmoth’s position to shower more of the short stout men like the eruption of a volcano. Thick, molten, ming metal sshed in a wave in front of the demon’s position and a number of the dwarves ahead of him screamed in shock. Simultaneously Azmoth’s armored, eel-like maws extended out from his back over his shoulders to breathe more mes onto the iing enemies, baking many of them alive and stopping the brunt of their attack with an abrupt, stupefied halt.
Two bloodnces whizzed past like streaks of crimson through the dark. The unfortunate dwarves in the front that met those bloodnces were each sent backflipping when their heads and helmets exploded. More crimson mana began to stream out of the charred corpses on the ground like silky ribbons, flowing to collect into a red orb in front of Riven as a power reservoir, and Ath jumped up to the cave ceiling to begin making her way around for a nk.
Snagger rushed over to Mesha who was still writhing on the ground and clutching at the bolt in her back. Therge ratman inspected her briefly, and then screamed in rage before he leaped towards one of the armored enemies that’d managed to make it around the demon’s mes.
Not wanting to hurt Snagger with friendly fire, Riven decided not to send in a barrage of exploding discs - but rather he began to collect more bloodnces and started attaching wretched snares for the slingshot effect. Even more dwarves were rushing in anyways and most had put away their crossbows in favor of closebat weapons.
Axes shed, cut and bounced off of Azmoth’s enormous body while therge demon snapped necks with his ws, crushed bodies with his maul, and ripped off te mail to better expose his enemies while breathing fire and cackling all the while.
<strong>*CRASH*</strong>
Riven’s crackling beam of ck lightning ripped across seven of the dwarves simultaneously, killing two outright just as an orb of purple energy rocketed out from Cheshish - the ratman caster, burying itself into the gut of one of the oing enemies and exploding in shrapnel made of stone and body parts.
Unfortunately two more dwarves dressed in brown robes had stayed in the backline and returned fire with spells of their own. From beneath Cheshish arge hand of stone ripped from the cave floor and grasped at the rat, squeezing at him and crushing him as he squealed until his body exploded from the force.
Riven had to dodge a simrly targeted spell, but he was far faster than Cheshish had been and knew Ath was already on the lookout for any potential backline casters or sharpshooters. The enemy mages would be dealt with soon enough, he trusted Ath’s judgement.
His body lit up with red electricity when yet another stone hand ripped out of the cave floor and he riftwalked past the enemy spell -nding right in the fray amidst Azmoth and Snagger with a tear in space to expel his body.
<strong>*WHAM*</strong>
Riven’s staff sent a shockwave of shadow magic as its spikes near the top de collided with one of the dwarves from the side. The dwarf only had time to blink in shock at Riven’s abrupt appearance before his body wasunched into the opposite cave wall, crashing to the ground in a limp heap atop his weapon.
The dwarves were still very surprised about the resistance, but they were trying to rally and redoubled their efforts while screaming out crazed war cries and banging their weapons on thick metal shields. “TOGETHER MEN!!! BRING THE DEMON DOWN!!!”
Snagger’s spiked gauntlets crashed into enemies one after the other with quick blurring motions, dancing back and forth between axe swings and taking an asional clip here or there. Azmoth took most of the attention by taking on seven at once, tossing dwarves overhead and punting the smaller enemies across the cave while shrugging off most of the blows made against him.
A pang of hunger washed through Riven’s body.
“COME HERE LITTLE DWARF RUNTLING!” Azmoth cackled and batted another swing from a study dwarf just ahead of him. His wed hand grasped the short man by his beard and yanked him up screaming to meet Azmoth’s eyeless grin with rows of obsidian teeth. “GOODBYE!!!”
Azmoth’s mouth exploded with a beam of mes that cooked the screaming dwarf alive, still in his armor, like a boiling hot pocket.
Meanwhile Riven had his own problems to deal with. He blocked an iing strike that was powered by some kind of martial art that made the dwarf’s axe glow orange. Riven turned his shoulder at just the right moment, the brunt of the attack was redirected and the axe slid off to Riven’s angled staff to crash into the stone - sending pieces of cave floor as shrapnel up into the air.
Riven counterattacked, his handunching forward and getting a firm hold on the dwarf’s neck. His fingers exploded with crimson ice, turning his entire right arm into a crimson spike-trap that skewered the dwarf’s neck and went out the opposite side in a spray of blood.
Sneering, Riven’s ice retracted back into his body and he flung the corpse aside before being tackled to the ground by another dwarf - but Riven used the momentum to roll and he flung the dwarf off. Holding up his hand, he sent some of the prepared bloodnces at this new enemy.
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ck and red tore forward from the spot he’d been in only twenty second before, breaking the sound barrier and splitting the man in three ces while piercing his armor like a knife through butter. Blood and brain sprayed out in fountains of gore, and the dwarf’s remnant corpse was flung backwards over a dozen feet with a trail of blood sttered along the ground.
<strong>*BOOM*</strong>
An explosion in the far back of the tunnels confirmed that Ath was fighting her own battle against the two mages that’d attacked Riven with the stone hand and killed Cheshish. Briefly evaluating her situation, Riven could see that one of the dwarf mages had already been assassinated by Ath and was strung up - headless - by his feet from a stctite. The other mage was putting up quite the fight though, and was hurling rocks that he ripped out of the cave walls, ceiling and floor themselves - desperately sending a storm of stone back and forth from all directions to keep Ath at bay as the demoness ducked and weaved with an extreme disy of agility.
Another pang of hunger swept over Riven’s soul.
Riven came back to his own fight only a moment after that and spun his staff around to block an attack directed at Snagger. The weapons shed, Riven could feel the hot breath of the panting dwarf warrior directly in front of him, and the staff in his hands quivered with an odd sensation of pleasure when he felt his flesh temporarily meld with Vampire’s Escort.
The staff’s crimson spikes along the top end surrounding the main de spun, twisting along the weapon and then two of them blurred forward - extending well over three feet and tearing into the dwarf’s weaker chainmail at the armpit.
Riven didn’t have time to be surprised and drew back his weapon while the warrior swore and staggered back, holding his limp left arm with a grimace before he turned to run.
<strong>*CRUNCH*</strong>
Azmoth’s maul smashed through the man’s body and ttened him like a pancake, armor and all, with the ming demon chuckling to himself before leaping away again towards a new victim.
Nearby an axe swung in an uppercut and lodged itself in Snagger’s ribcage. Snagger let out a howl of pain, staggering back and then took a gauntlet to the face. The dwarf warrior ripped his axe out and yelled a bellowing battlecry - jumping forward to end the ratman.
The warrior’s side and the armor covering him ripped apart with another bloodnce - stering his guts along the far wall.
<strong>*WHOOSH*</strong>
A bolt from a handheld crossbow Mesha produced in the backline flew within inches of Riven’s face, passing straight bye and mming into a dwarf that''d managed to get behind Riven. The dwarf swore and stumbled, clutching at the bolt lodged in a weak spot between two tes of armor and then screamed when Riven’s nextnce tore through his armored head.
Riven kicked off to the left, sted another man in a spray of bloody razors that he charged with mana and exploded before they made impact. He dodged right underneath another axe swing and smashed the man in the back of the knees.
The man fell in a cry of agony but Riven didn’t have time to finish him off. With Bort and Cheshish dead, and Snagger out of the fight, it’de down to Riven and his two demons at the frontline while Mesha hid behind a boulder and fired asional bolts - grimacing and the projectile still sticking out of her lower back.
But if Riven had to be honest with himself, he wasn’t exerting himself much. Not that he hadn’t wanted to, but he’d been unable to do so with Snagger getting in the way. Friendly fire had been a very real possibility, and now that Snagger had retreated from the front line of the fight - Riven could go all out.
The sound barrier broke and the lines of iing enemies were eviscerated as another six prepared bloodnces sling-shotted their way forward through dwarf ranks. Another explosion of magma lit up the cave, and cks alongside spike walls of red ice were set up between Riven’s position on the high ground where he started firing more and more magics into the crowd near Azmoth below.
<strong>*KABOOM*</strong>
<strong>*CRUNCH*</strong>
<strong>*SMASH*</strong>
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
<strong>*BOOM*</strong>
<strong>*SNAP*</strong>
“BY GROM’S BEARD WILL THIS CREATURE NOT JUST DIE ALREADY!?”
“AZMOTH DOES NOT FEAR DWARFLINGS!!! AZMOTH WISHES TO PLAY!!!”
<strong>*CRACK*</strong>
<strong>*THUD*</strong>
It was like watching kittens trying to kill a fully fledged adult rhinoceros due to the size difference, and Azmoth hade into a habit of batting them across the cave as hard as he could with his maul or tail; seeing them crunch or st against the stone cave while he let outical demonic grunts of amusement. The warriors were just too weak to bring him down, their weapons only scratching his obsidian tes.
<strong>*RIP-RIP-RIP-RIP-RIP*</strong>
Stones of all shapes and sizes rapidly tore out of the ceiling overhead, centered on Azmoth’s position, and after they started to glow with an unnatural brown light - they rocketed downwards with the fury of a torpedo. Azmoth only had a brief moment to look up, but then mmed one hand down onto the ground in an explosion of me.
Abruptly a dome barrier of infernal mana bloomed out around the demon, evaporating two nearby enemies with a pulse of hellfire far stronger than his normal fire breath, and the very ground beneath Azmoth’s feet began to melt. The temperature was so extreme in fact that Riven’s eyes hurt just from looking that way, but it onlysted for a few seconds.
The iing enemy spell ripped downwards and collided with the ming barrier, the mana-infused stones disintegrating upon contact and turning into ash that floated away with the dull current of wind. Azmoth looked up from where he now knelt in a pool ofva, grinning at the awestruck mage in the background past the stunned warriors nearby - just as the mage’s head was severed from his body in a lightning-fast strike from behind via one of Ath’s des. Chaos erupted in the backlines a secondter, and Azmoth began to cackle when the ming dome dissipated.
There was no doubt in Riven’s mind. Even since he’d acquired Azmoth as a familiar, the hellscape brutalisk had increased his defensive prowess and ability to take hits drastically. He’d been a tank since stepping out of theher realms on that very first day back in the dungeon Negrada, but now that stat points and evaluations had been stacked so much over the course of leveling up… it was just unfair. It made Riven curious: Just what level WERE these dwarves at?
He needed to get an identifier in the party.
Riven teleported left, his body vanishing through another rift. He exploded into the air again, his body materializing right behind another of the dwarves who thought they’d take care of Mesha and Snagger in the backline.
“Not today, motherfucker!”
<strong>*CRUNCH*</strong>
Riven’s staff extended its de like a whip, and it lit up with crimson light when the weapon ability ‘scorpion’s sting’ activated. The de shifted and sted through the air like a ribbon of death, cleaving through the necks of the two enemies in less than a second before rapidly snapping back onto the head of the staff with a thunk.
He slowly turned, staring down two more warriors who warily eyed him amidst the sprawled out corpses of their allies.
Riven’s aura exploded upon their attempt at assassination of his newfound rat-oriented friends. The energy his aura released was a violent mixture of raw anger and visible crimson power that caused the cave to start freezing around him. Stone protrusions started umting frost, the air around him started to simmer, and his red eyes grew even brighter to spider-web across his faces in lines of power.
Hunger raced through him yet again.
The power spiked and the cave shook when he fed even more of his mana into the aura. His cloak billowed out around him in the storm he’d created, and the dwarf assassins quickly stepped back with wide eyes. Stone shrapnel ripped off the walls and joined the rippling waves of mana, and the vampire lifted one hand - palm up and body engulfed with roaring energy - to beckon them with his fingers.
“Come.”
The smaller, thicker, armored men took one look at each other in stunned silence. Then their grimacing faces became stoney, they gave each other a nod, and they charged.
It was brave, Riven had to give them that, but it was also very stupid. As soon as they hit the cyclone his aura produced, their bodies began to rip apart like paper through a shredder. Riven just watched silently and unmoving as the two warriors tried to push through. Watched as one of them had the flesh stripped off his face and the stone tes carved off his body before he was torn asunderpletely. Watched as the other dwarf managed to barely make it through the torrent of wailing crimson winds, only to take a single step beyond it and fall over dead - bleeding out on the ground with his body ravaged.
Well that’d been easy enough. Test runplete.
The remaining dwarves who’d been fighting Azmoth began to retreat with fearful shouts of despair, sprinting back towards the tunnel where Ath was finishing off another four mages that’de at the dead end of the enemy column - piles of debris and stone littering the ground around her while her most recent targety bleeding out on the floor and impaled by one of her arachnid legs. She saw theming and quickly began spinning a web to slow them down - dashing back into the tunnels where she knew they’d go and blurring up-down, side-to-side, with dozens of threads attaching from wall to wall or floor to ceiling every few seconds.
Azmoth tossed histest victim’s ripped corpse to the floor and let out a roar reminiscent of a T-Rex off those Jurassic Park movies Riven had seen growing up. The monstrous demon lunged ahead to chase them down with his tail sweeping out behind him, being far slower than Ath but about as fast as the dwarves were. With Ath slowing them down, tangling them up in her crimson webs and Riven firing off sts of ck lightning and bloodnces over Azmoth’s shoulders across the downwards slope - the dwarves quickly sumbed one after another. Thissted only half a minute, with the dwarf warriors pleading, begging for mercy and screaming curses at them until the final one died under Azmoth’s wed foot.
Riven didn’t waste any time, and he quickly stripped his mask to begin feeding on the dead.