Chapter 291

Chapter 291

Lā mǐ'ěr casually walks toward the red-dimensional rift. rift, something was indeed coming near the opening from the other side; it was huge and strong enough to shake the very ground. The vibration was creating a thundering sound huge was affecting the soil on Earth.

 The rift opening was in oval form, just around fifty feet tall and twenty feet wide. The makeshift or temporary base of the Jack of Irons was still there.

In a short few hours, they were able to fortify the surrounding area near the red rift with the broken structural parts of the airport. Their crude equipment was still at the location, including metal beams, concrete slabs, and construction machinery.

 The team worked tirelessly to reinforce the makeshift base, knowing that the continuous vibrations from the rift could potentially cause further damage to the already unstable ground. They hoped that their efforts would provide some level of protection against the unknown forces emanating from the red rift.

The Indonesian security team also set up a perimeter of barbed wire and makeshift barricades to deter any potential intruders or curious onlookers from getting too close to the dangerous area. Additionally, they established a communication system to stay in contact with their headquarters and relay any important information or updates about the situation at hand.

Many reporters were seen entering the reconstructed area, even with the intervention of the Indonesian military to stop them from entering. These reporters gained the courage to push through, knowing that most of the reporters that went there were safe, neglecting the fact that a few moments ago, a handful of their fellow reporters just died and become food. 

Despite the dangerous conditions and the loss of their colleagues, the reporters were determined to gather information and report on the situation. They believed that their presence was crucial in providing accurate and timely updates to the public, despite the risks involved.

Many who were watching the live broadcast were still weary and confused, seeing that the warrior clad in black armour didn't kill all the ogres, but many who surrendered were detained and teleported to a different location. 

Conspiracy and speculation started to circulate among the viewers. Some questioned whether there was a hidden agenda behind the warrior's actions, while others wondered if there were more dangers lurking in the shadows.

The viewers a few hours before were left in awe as they saw and heard, and some even witnessed the ogres conversing in a language that resembled ancient Slovic and was intertwined with elements of old Norse from the late 9th century AD. 

The viewers all over the planet were perplexed as they pondered the significance of the ogres' language and its connection to ancient cultures on Earth. Some theorized that the Ogres had somehow inherited or acquired knowledge of these ancient languages, suggesting a possible link between their origins and human history.

 Others speculated that the ogres' language was a result of their own unique evolution and development, separate from any human influence. Regardless, the revelation of the ogres' linguistic abilities only deepened the mystery surrounding their true nature and purpose. while others speculated that the ogres themselves held secrets yet to be discovered. The air was thick with anticipation as everyone eagerly awaited more information about this enigmatic warrior and the true purpose behind their mission. 

This revelation sparked further intrigue and curiosity among the onlookers, who now pondered the origins and motives of these creatures. Some even began to question if there was a deeper connection between the warrior clad in black armor and these ancient languages, fueling the growing conspiracy theories surrounding their encounter. 

The reporters, however, remained determined to uncover the truth and bring it to light, even if it meant facing uncertain risks. They relentlessly pursued interviews with experts in history, mythology, and linguistics, hoping to find any clues that could shed light on the enigmatic warrior's identity and purpose. The reporters' dedication to their investigation only intensified as they delved deeper into the mysterious world surrounding the warrior, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for answers.

As more questions arise, is this just another elaborate plot to deceive mankind and gain their trust? Or is there a deeper motive behind sparing the ogre's lives? Only time will reveal the true intentions of the warriors and the consequences of their actions. As for now, the main issue is that the Red Rift is still active. And whatever was making those terrible energy vibrations was getting closer.

 Ramiel stood a few meters from the Orge's temporary base, his heart pounding with anticipation. The deafening silence was broken only by the faint whispers of the wind, which carried a sense of foreboding. Ramiel knew that he had to act swiftly and decisively, for the fate of both worlds hung in the balance.

Behind him were those reporters and government agents wanting to gain some foothold in his sudden appearance. If the Jack of Irons were the main topic many hours ago this time every possible angle was now overlapping with everyone's curiosity. Seeing monster weak havoc and death was overshadowed by his presence.

With a few second Many online comments were flooding the world wide web. some many theories, speculations, and conspiracies were emerging left and right, they all had so many questions, and opinions

"Who and where did his army come from?"

"Are they here to save humanity or to kill us,"

"they might be monsters, wearing humanoid skin,"

"What the hell is going on!"

"What happened to those remaining Ogres?"

"Are they part of the same group?"

"This is the most breathtaking and mind-boggling thing we have ever witnessed!"

" it that man even human?"

"what a cheesy outfit!"

" the fight was too out of this world, I have no idea what was going on!"

"those ogres were taking among each other in Slavik, hell am confused!"

"is this real or a movie!"

"what the hell happened to that man's army?"

"Where did they all go!"

" heard they were called Hell Knights!"

"geez! Those were awesome knights!"

"Like I was watching the epic battle between good and evil!"

" at first I hated those monsters but seeing what happened to them against those armoured knights, I now pity them,"

"That was a brutal Fight, I was vomiting the entire time,"

"but you still watched it! You are an idiot!"

"a few minutes ago they were swarming the entire airport runway, now they just disappeared.!"

"I can speak Slavik and I seems the man wearing the half mas was the leader of the army!"

" I pause the video clip, my estimate was that his army was around a two thousand.!"

" the rift that man cast was already over the top, nobody is even question how the hell he did that?"

"Are you people stupid or blind,"

" he opened a rift without using any high-tier artifact!"

"Gezz what is he doing?"

" where is the hot good looking , curly haired girl next to him?"

" she introduce him as their king!"

"so she's a subordinate,"

"what the hell was all that about!"

"Baka, are you deft , she said king, so it means their king!"

"which kingdom?"

"earth or from another world?"

"the man spoke English and communicated in Slavic duh!"

"duh! So speaking English and Slavic means nothing."

" am Korean , and I can speak English and Spanish, so does this mean I am a monster?"

" teman-teman, berhentilah berkelahi"

"type in English please"

" I said, stop fighting among each other , I am from Indonesia , many live were lost, can we just pray for those who were killed,"

"I guess you are right! "

"maaf karena kamu tersesat"

"Look, something is happening!"

"what's his name again!"

"who?"

"the guy wearing the blac clothing and half mask?"

" I think he called himself Lā mǐ'ěr!"

" he is actually good looking"

"Lā mǐ'ěr, isn't that French?"

"Geez, don't come to conclusions,"

"he is wearing a half-lower mask, here in Japan we call it Menpō,"

" it looks cool!"

" so the guy must be Japanese?"

" he might be, but it's too early to tell actually."

"anybody can used and make those kind of mas nowadays !"

"Cultural appropriation much!"

" another woke reaction,"

"the world it face with so many supernatural things, you guys still believe in that WOKE stuff,"

" people are dying left and right , you guys still act everything is about your feeling,"

" pray that your area wont get invaded by this monsters!"

"stupid idiot!"

" just shut up, we don't need your Woke bull crap reasoning."

"hay, stop the negativity!"

" he must be a rank S!"

" the mask he is wearing it made out of metal right! so why is it moving!"

"huh! you watch to many horror movies!"

" did you see the designs, it not even near what the Samurai warriors used before!"

" looking at his mask it more inclined toward a Medieval Roman Gladiator mask."

"anyway he looks stunning!"

"geez! girls with their personal standards.."

"shut up, dork!"

"I am now more curious to who that person is, this is driving me nuts!"

"We need more information about him and his group!"

" can you you even call that a group, its a freaking army!"

"a guild maybe."

" the Hell Knights Guild sounds cool and at the same time terrifying!"

"Holy crap! What the hell is that thing!" 

exclaimed one of the online watchers, pointing at the huge claw that came out of the red rift . At the same time, at the actual location , everyone turned to see what had caught their attention. They were met with a sight that was both frightening and unsettling. 

Its a two headed Lindworm dragon, with scales as black as night and eyes that glowed with an eerie red light. The beast let out a deafening roar, causing the ground to tremble beneath its huge snake-like body . The onlookers stood frozen in fear, unable to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the creature before them. The Lindworm's presence filled the air with an overwhelming sense of impending doom, leaving everyone questioning if they would ever escape its wrath. 

Lā mǐ'ěr cast multiple spells that was seen by everybody whether those who were on the location or in their homes or watching on their mobile smart phones, the ground tremble more as the energy building around the numerous spell, mages that aw this were shock as he could control and manifest all the elements easily, as the Lindworm dragon was slowly emerging from the red rift, it was forcing its way as the opening was small and narrow.

 The sheer power of Lā mǐ'ěr's spells was evident as the ground cracked and fissures formed, causing panic among the onlookers. People scrambled to find shelter, realizing that they were witnessing a battle of epic proportions between a legendary mage and an ancient creature. 

the rift began to widen and the dragon's presence became more apparent.

 The people around were in awe and fear at the same time, not knowing what to expect from this powerful being. Lā mǐ'ěr's face was calm and focused, his eyes shining with determination as he chanted ancient incantations, his hands moving in intricate patterns, directing the flow of magic towards the dragon. 

The air crackled with energy and the ground shook violently as the dragon finally emerged from the rift, its massive form towering over the city. The people gasped in amazement and fear, some running for cover while others stayed to witness the incredible sight. Lā mǐ'ěr continued to cast spells, controlling the dragon's movements.

The dragon let out a roar that echoed throughout the city, sending chills down everyone's spine. It was a sight that no one had ever seen before, a human controlling a dragon with such ease and power. Some even believed that Lā mǐ'ěr was a deity or a chosen one with unimaginable abilities.

 As the dragon went through, it took a deep breath and unleashed a powerful blast of fire, scorching everything in its path. The flames danced and licked at the airport runway, and spread rapidly towards nearby buildings. People ran in all directions, desperately trying to escape the inferno. The intense heat caused windows to shatter and cars to explode, creating a chaotic scene of destruction and panic. 

reducing manmade structures to mere ashes within seconds. The devastation caused by the dragon's fiery breath left the onlookers in awe and disbelief, those who were the area were assumed to have died, but a barrier made of mana save all those within the fire range The barrier, fueled by powerful magic, shimmered and crackled as it shielded the people within its confines from the dragon's wrath. It stood as a testament to his power and the desperate measures taken to protect innocent lives. The onlookers watched in amazement as the dragon's flames danced and raged against the impenetrable barrier, unable to harm those inside. It was a display of strength and resilience that would be remembered for generations to come. leaving them grateful for their miraculous escape from certain death. 

as they realized the true extent of Lā mǐ'ěr's control over the situation. Even the fire was leaving a trail of massive destruction in its wake, Lā mǐ'ěr's spells became more intricate and complex, showing his true mastery over magic. The people watched in wonder and amazement, leaving behind a feeling of both fear and admiration for the powerful being

as soon the Lindworm dragons flame dissipated , Lā mǐ'ěr was still standing unharmed, he used a tier 3 wind spell to redirect the flame away from his body and also cast ice wall spell to reduce the heat and protect himself from the scorching temperatures. The crowd gasped as they witnessed his incredible control over the elements

he took out a bar mace weapon and weapon raised high. With all his strength, Lā mǐ'ěr swung the bar mace towards the Lindworm dragon, striking it with a force that sent tremors through the ground. The dragon let out a deafening roar, but Lā mǐ'ěr stood his ground, determined to defeat the mighty creature and prove his worth to all who watched in awe. he swung the mace at the dragon's scaly hide, the impact ringing out loudly. The Lindworm snarled and swiped at Lā mǐ'ěr with its sharp claws, but the mage was quick and agile, dodging the attack and retaliating with a powerful strike from his mace. The battle raged on, with Lā mǐ'ěr using his spells and weapons to fight off the dragon's relentless attacks. Despite the overwhelming odds, the battle mage remained determined and focused, determined to defeat the beast and protect the kingdom from its destructive rampage.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, Lā mǐ'ěr finally landed the finishing blow, on its wounded body , causing the Lindworm to let out a deafening roar of pain. With one final surge of strength, he summoned a powerful spell that strike and engulfed the dragon with lightning, reducing its former might body into a smoldering heap of burnt flesh and torn bleeding body parts

A bit Exhausted but victorious, he stood triumphantly over the fallen creature, knowing that he had saved earth from certain destruction. vanquishing the Lindworm and saving the day. The people cheered and hailed him as a hero, grateful for his bravery and strength in the face of danger. he stood tall, his adrenaline still pumping as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. He knew that this wouldn't be the last time he would face such a foe.

In the aftermath on the battle, the entire airport runway was decimated, but the numbers of deaths was limited to a few dozen. those who were still inside the Barrier he casted wanted to get out to interview him but no mater what they do the barrier remain active, even the Guild Ethereal Mage and their fellow members were could not even dent the barrier, leaving them frustrated and unable to reach him.

They all shouted asking to set them free, but he pointed at the red rift signaling its not yet over, when a small creature came out, it was a foot tall Pixie wing insect wings , flying and it was disappointed as it was talking to it self about how the army her master sent was eradicated. The Pixie fluttered around, observing the situation and murmuring in a low voice, expressing its disbelief at their force failed attempt to establish control over this primitive land. It seemed to be searching for a solution, its tiny wings buzzing

Until it saw Lā mǐ'ěr, ot flew around him taunting him saying words concerning how can an insignificant being was still standing,

" kako može ovoj primitiven slab čovek ušte da stoi pred mene, jas sum blagoroden sluga na kuḱata na Demiurgos,"

"klekni pred mene!"

"how can this primitive weak human still standing infront of me, i am a noble servant of the house of Demiurgos,"

"kneel before me!"

"Beta, handle this peep squeak!"

Suddenly, a hand grabbed hold of the foot-tall pixie and bashed it downward in the concrete floor. Smashing the floor with the Pixie on her hand, two times The impact of the pixie hitting the concrete floor reverberated through the ground, causing a small crack to form. The once defiant pixie now lay motionless, its tiny body broken but alive under the force of the blow.

Beta let go while the Pixie was coughing blood and cursing at the person who hurt her, Beta pinched one small arms and ripped it apart, sending a spray of blood and severed limbs flying. as Beta held up the torn remains of the pixie, a twisted smile on her face. The Pixie scream in pain echoed, its high-pitched wails piercing the air. The sound of its agony seemed to fuel Beta's sadistic pleasure as she reveled in the power she held over the helpless creature.

"Da ja narečam mojata policajka slaba e grev; skinuvanjeto na racete e lesna kazna; smrtta e samo loš izgovor da izbegam od mojot gnev,"

"Calling my liege weak is a sin; ripping your arms is a light punishment'; death is just a lousy excuse to escape my anger."

Ramiel pointed out that this creature may have influenced the Indo-European languages that are largely spoken by the Slavic peoples and their descendants before, the Pixie was shocked and was still on pain, when she heard that the one that tore off her arm could speak their language.

"Alternatively, it could be that these Pixies were the ones that picked up the language and immediately started speaking to their kind when they got back home eons ago."

" So the possibility that this race, might have influence that most humans cant control magical energy."

" Ah! so who ever opened this rift might already have information that many humans cant control magical energy." 

" but creating this rift to manifest in this realm require a lot of energy,"

" Yes my lord, but remember that even when I was alive as Nefaris Thera, the lord that once serve was already gathering information to use the Crimson gate to enter other realms beside the other 11 realms,"

" my lord certain information, has reach my attention before , because I was ordered before to lead the research on how to gain control over the gates, these were beings of higher power, this were chronicled even before the Sovereign war started by your clan ,"

" as a scholar , i never expected that , you my lord will gain that title,"

"What do you mean, Beta?"

"my king, you are a gate keeper,"

" so this means the creatures entering my home world are not supernatural occurrence,"

"but somebody or something found a way to actually control and manipulate the rift here like me,"

"not exactly my lord,"

"hmm, maybe later we can discuss this among the rest, as for now please deal with that foul mouth pixie under your foot,"

overwhelming pain was running inside the pixie wounded body. She was still cursing at Beta when she healed her bleeding torn arm, the pain gradually vanish but her arm was no longer there, the Pixie cried and beg to ley her go and wish to return to her master,

"te molam oslobodi me, jas sum samo nabljuduvač na mojata gospodarna misija,"

"pleace release me, iam just a observer of my master mission."

"Koj e tvojot gospodar, ili ḱe ti ja otkinam preostanatata raka"

"Who is your master, or I will rip your remaining arm off?"

" Vládkyňa Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos, vládkyňa vojenskej ríše Gremore."

" Ruler Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos, the ruler of the military empire of Gremore,"

"Povedzte svojmu pánovi, že som si najprv vybojoval túto planétu ,"

"Tell your master that I have claimed this planet first,"

Ramiel said it firmly, his eyes narrowing. The pixie trembled in fear as Ramiel's words sank in. She knew she had to relay the message to her master, but she also hoped that Ramiel would reconsider and let her go. With a shaky voice, she pleaded,

"Prosím, prosím, aby si ma ušetril. Doručím tvoj odkaz vládkyni Sheaire Liluth Demiurgos, ale prosím, prepusť ma."

"Please, I beg you to spare me. I will deliver your message to Ruler Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos, but please release me."

The pixie trembled in fear, realizing the gravity of the situation. Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos was known for her ruthless nature and had a reputation for swiftly dealing with those who crossed her. The Pixie knew that failing to deliver the message would have dire consequences, but she also understood that her chances of survival were slim.

"Beta, let her go."

The pixie flew upward and back into the red dimensional rift, She was still in remorse as she lost her arm As she disappeared into the rift, the pixie couldn't help but wonder if her sacrifice would be worth it in the end. She had risked everything to deliver the message, but would it make a difference? Only time will tell.

Soon the red rift closed behind her, leaving the pixie feeling a sense of dread. She needed to fulfill her duty, but now she was left to face the consequences of her actions facing her master's wrath. As she flew alone the weight of her decision settled heavily on her. She knew that her master would not take kindly to her failure, and the thought of his wrath sent shivers down her spine. However, she also couldn't shake the feeling that she had done what was right, even if it meant losing her arm in the process.

"Beta prepares all available contingencies to prevent this kind of situation from happening again."

"As you command your king!"

Ramiel opened a transfer gate and walked inside it , while Beta was followed him, as the gate closed, the barriers protecting and holding all those who were in the devastated Indonesian airport location were now free, many of the reporters ran toward the are where Lā mǐ'ěr was standing on, hoping to get more vital information but he was already gone, leaving them disappointed and empty-handed. The chaos caused by the destruction had subsided, but the mystery surrounding

Lā mǐ'ěr's sudden disappearance only deepened. Rumors and speculations started to circulate among the crowd, fueling their curiosity and desire for answers again.