Mel Odius's core exploded in a burst of light.
As Winkle's breath faded and [Dracolic]'s bones turned to dust, her death spread to others who ultimately claimed her. The core's remains expanded, taking on the shape of a screaming woman of purple energy; the evil artificial soul of Mel Odius, struggling from the destruction of her ship.
The cruel ghost howled in pain, and her body grew bigger and bigger...
Until finally, with a final wail, her soul was torn asunder. Like a balloon bursting through, her essence dispersed, allowing all her enslaved souls to escape. After this explosion of spiritual energy, Fankel's [Dazzling Theater] collapsed on itself, and golden dust rained down on the stage.
Hundreds of ghosts fled from all directions, finally breaking free from her iron grip. Dragons, Minions, Manlin, and every other species known to Fankle finally found their freedom and fled to their final resting place.
A few ghosts did not follow immediately. King Wotan's golden soul surrenders to Vaikl, the only enemy he respects.
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) nodded sharply, then mounted his horse and galloped off to some warrior's afterlife.
Another icy ghost flew toward Winkle, an old face that had never made peace with the dragon.
"Bingya." Winkel recognized the maggot and bowed his head respectfully. "We can never settle our grudges...but know that I will never forget you, my only opponent." May the old monster maggot grant you another life so that we can fight again. "
Icefang's spirit grimaced, but when Winkle saluted him, the frost demon returned the favor; making peace with his rival.
The souls of the demon spirits bowed to Winkel, as did the servants, until in the end, only one soul remained.
"Victor," Winkel held out his hand to the ghost of his chief of staff, and the squire held out his hand as well. With his victory fist, the dragon should be able to touch him.
But when friend Victor's fingers came within an inch of his companion's claws, his ghost disappeared into the air.
Fankel watched this scene, exhausted, bleeding, and depressed.
Congratulations! You saved Overmund, led a great alliance to ultimate victory, and defeated the newly born goddess Mel Odius in the official trial of Valhalla in The Fish King 4 levels gained, 5 levels gained in Wizard General! You get [Fertile Feet], [Enclave], [Exorcism II], [Strong Magic Resistance], and [Salem Trials] Professional privilege!
+270 hp, +130 sp, +5 st
, +10 vit, +4 ski, +6 agi, +3 i
t, +9 cha, +6 lack.
[Fertile Feet]: Spell, 100 SP per hour. When you walk on the ground, you create a [plant] creature with every step you take. [Plants] are randomly selected and can range from roses to intelligent creatures like [Eldertree].
[Enclave]: Once per day, you can decide to declare an area within one mile of you as part of your territory. This area will be counted as your land/country when using your perks.
[Exorcism II]: You can cast [Exorcism] to the second level. This replaces [Exorcism 1].
[High Magic Resistance]: You gain [Magic Resistance] (including all spells and similar effects, but not technical and magical weapons), and you are unaffected by spells of sixth level and below unless you wish. This replaces [Low Magic Resistance].
[Salem Judgment]: Skill, 80 SP. You accuse a target within sight, getting him to admit his witchcraft and gain repentance. If they have levels in the caster class but fail a Charisma check, their SP is reduced to 0 and they take HP damage equal to the amount lost. Even if your target is not the caster, you will waste the cost of the skill.
Congratulations! For the capped [Fisher King], you received the capped stone buff [Holy Grail Incarnation].
[Holy Grail Incarnation]: Your blood has healing properties. Exposure to your blood has the same effect as a healing potion, with a pint regenerating 500 HP; undead will take damage. Drinking your own blood cannot cure disease.
You have reached level 99. You can now enter [Hall of Valor] and try [Apotheosis].
Level 99. Finally, divinity is within reach.
But it was all meaningless without his best friend by his side.
Winkle turned to Victor's body and removed his buff, the battle ended. The dragon gently took the body of his faithful companion in his hands, along with the scythe, and walked toward the door in the center of the platform.
This time, when Fangel touched the door, it moved. Five friendly female voices appeared simultaneously.
"Come in!"
The door widens and becomes a portal to another space. A golden staircase floats in a strange universe, leading to. The dragon climbed up, holding his dead friend in his arms. If Vankel needs to be a god to raise him, so be it!
It didn't take long for the Emperor to reach the top of the mountain, a golden platform even larger than when he fought Odius.
A powerful female dragon was waiting for him there, sitting on her noble ass with noble excitement.
The creature dwarfed Winkle in both size and majesty, as she was even larger than Emperor Tarask. Each of her five heads wears an exquisite crown, showcasing her jewel-like eyes. Her wings are powerful enough to cast a terrifying shadow over the entire city, and her golden claws even make the Vault Armor shine. Instead of being fixed to one color, her scales constantly shift between all colors, like a living rainbow.
This entity is the epitome of dragonkind, incorporating the best traits of all the scaly creatures of Overmond. From Zmey to li
o
m to the true dragons, and all members of the richest species in existence are descended from her.
The legendary old demon.
From the beginning, Winkel knew this was how things would turn out. Besides the ultimate monster maggot, who else can create this system created by the dragon? Who else can welcome Winkle and elevate him to his due status, becoming the supreme being in charge of all things? The red dragon raised his head, Prepare for the great honor that is about to be bestowed upon him.
Then, the old monster maggot spoke, shattering Winkel's fantasy.
"Congratulations, my child! Her tongue stuck out from each head, like a mute, ruining her majestic appearance. To his horror, it suddenly reminded Fankel of Glenich. "I He is an excellent old demon! "Oh, yes!"
Fankel was stunned, his entire world view mercilessly collapsed before his eyes.
"I'm so happy!" she said, wagging her tail like a dog. "One of my dragons finally made it!"
Winkel watched her behavior silently, looked at the heads, looked at the stupidity flashing in her eyes, and suddenly realized the terrible truth.
Old demon...
The old monster maggot is a Zemi!
"My life is based on lies!" Winkle complained, startled by the heresy before him. "God...God is Zemi!"
"In front of me, all dragons are equal!" the sacred ancestor of all monsters said affectionately. "No matter how many heads there are!"
Winkle felt ashamed and dirty, but he managed to control his fear. Even if the text is dead wrong, this...this entity is his ancestor and therefore deserves his respect. He couldn't make a fuss when his chief of staff died at his hands.
"Please, great old demon." Winkel placed the body of his servant as a sacrifice before the sacred Zeme. "Can you bring my chief of staff back to life?"
"Oh, yes!" Old Monster Maggot waved her hand, summoning the ancient dragon magic. "Zippity Zappata!"
Life returned to his friend Victor, and his chief of staff gasped.
"Oh, God," Manling said, the shock of the sudden resurrection causing him to stand. “Oh God, there’s a truck! Where’s the truck?!”
"My friend, you are back!" Fankel was so happy that he nuzzled his servant. Friend Victor was a little embarrassed, but he returned the gesture by holding the dragon's nose.
"He's so cute!" the old demon gushed to Winkle's perfect minion, looking him over with her five-headed head. Friend Victor took a step back in surprise. "His wings are so beautiful!"
"I raised him well and trained him well," Winkle said, baring his chest, more proud than disgusted with his choice of mate. "His genes are impeccable and he has proven his ability countless times."
"Wait, is this the center of the Hall of Valor?" My friend Victor looked around, confused. "The source of the system?"
"Friend Victor, didn't I tell you that this system was designed by dragons for dragons?" Winkel replied, and then bowed to the old demon. Whether she is a god or not, her strength and kindness cannot be overstated. "Thank you for your free resurrection, great old demon."
"It doesn't matter, I do this every time my servant dies!" Giant Zmey replied.
"Your minion?" Victor asked suspiciously.
"Oh, yes, they are very shy in front of strangers!" The old demon cleared her throat and began to summon her servants in the way of dragons. "Minion! Minion! Minion!"
Twelve giants teleport around the platform.
Winkle immediately recognized the scoundrel among them, Sabra, and made no secret of his disappointment. The God of Destruction must want the evil Mel Odius to take her place as her destroyer. Winkel vaguely recognized others from the statues on display in the temples he visited, from the majestic King Mithras of Manlin to
as) to the greedy Shesha.
Most people don't look like they want to be here.
"Yes," the gods said in unison, with a look of shame on their faces, "Your Majesty?"
Friend Victor looked at each of them silently, and most of them turned their heads away in embarrassment. One of the Dark Elves, the goddess Camilla, blushed shyly, while the mermaid did her best to avoid the Chief of Staff's eyes. Only a giant squid and a giant dice seemed undisturbed, mostly because they seemed lost in their own little worlds.
"God?" Friend Victor asked the old demon, his voice without any emotion. "The gods are your servants?"
"What is a god?" the old demon maggot conveyed her wisdom. "Isn't it a servant of the dragon?"
"But why?" My friend Victor still refused to admit it. “Why did you create this system? What is the meaning of life?”
"Make the dragon richer and more powerful!" the old demon dragon replied proudly.
Friend Victor fell to his knees, shattered.
Winkle smiled proudly, irrefutable proof that he was right. He could have boasted that he was right, but that would be in poor taste. Instead, the dragon does his best to appear smug and conceited.
"Always..." said his friend Victor to himself. "exist……"
"I'm sorry, Victor." Camila apologized, covering her face with her hands. "We thought that if our mortal followers knew, they would think less of us."
"We suppress memories whenever possible," said a white deer.
"Wait, is this why you can't claim the dragon?" My friend Victor raised his head, and the gods nodded slowly. "Because minions can't adopt dragons?"
"Dragon clan declares that it is forbidden until the end of the world!" The old monster maggot angrily slapped the platform with its tail, making the platform tremble.
"You're the closest thing to a vulnerability we've found," a scythe-wielding crow god tells Victor.
"Oh, you were claimed?" The old monster maggot observed the half-dragon servant with curious eyes, like a stupid child holding a toy. "You have so many marks!"
"Well, at this point, only Sabra's is missing," friend Victor said, glancing at the bug.
The old demon maggot used her five heads to look between the two, and then focused entirely on Sabra. "Minions".
"...Really? The Insect God asked anxiously, he knew what would happen next.
"Give it to him," the old demon said. "give him!"
"No, you can't let me do this!" Xiaochong became rebellious. "He stole my prophet's soul!"
The old demon glared at him with her ten eyes, like a parent looking at an unruly child. "Give it to him, minion! Finish the set!"
Unable to resist his 'gaze', Sabra turned to Victor, his many eyes flashing with pure rage. The light shone from under the Chief of Staff's armor and then quickly disappeared.
"I hate you," the insect god complained. "I hate you so much."
"I'd better get a special treat out of this," said friend Victor, who had recovered from his heretical revelation. “Is the world… is the world saved? Are we winning?”
"Of course!" Winkel raised his fist and boasted for them both. "Have you ever doubted it, friend Victor?"
"Mel Odius was destroyed, her soul torn into the ether, and you succeeded in sealing Crom Cruche," said Mithra, the god of Manrin. "For this, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts."
"Oh, yes! The old demon maggot focused his attention on serious matters again and cleared his throat five times." Vai
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e, you have proven your aversion to (deification)!"
In fact, she misspelled his own name, which annoyed Winkle, but the dragon remained majestic and calm. "Oh, great old maggot, if becoming a god means becoming a servant, then I can't accept it." The emperor said, and this scene made him reconsider.
"No, no, fine!" They were never meant to be minion godz! This system was made for you..." Holy Zime paused, "and the fairies. "
Fankel froze immediately. "Great Elder Monster Maggot, didn't you design a system for dragons?"
"Yes, but I created this system with my best friend Eldy," replied the godlike Zemi. "He's a fairy, but he's very nice!"
"Boss?" asked friend Victor, connecting the threads. "First game?"
"Yeah! He was always lonely so I gave him a soul and he made minions so I wouldn't get hungry. We left Overmond to our kids and we created Let’s use this system and let them become stronger together!”
"Wait, so dragons only created half the world?" Winkle asked, his entire worldview crumbling with every sentence. "The other half is made by fairies?"
"Oh, yes!" The old demon nodded. "But our kids never fight, so we fight 'em!" Eldy got his elf's soul back and I got my dragon's magic back! Then we left to create new worlds and systems, but I Sneaking souls to other species because it's not fair to them. "
"Well, I guess they didn't learn their lesson," said friend Victor, who offered a bizarre theory. Now it was his turn to feel triumphant.
"The orcs and dragons were never told of this system before their quarrel," Mithras said. "Due to their arrogance and laziness, they never truly sought to become more powerful and therefore never took the steps needed to activate it."
"Speak for yourself, Manlin!" Vai
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replied. “Doing nothing is the purest expression of wealth and power!”
"Of course," Mithras responded with heavy sarcasm. "In any case, the system lies dormant, forgotten and inactive until Dice unexpectedly comes in and reactivates it."
“Roll me!” a giant dice begged in the corner. “Roll me DLC!”
"We are asked to keep the secrets of Valhalla and interfere as little as possible with these two original species," a hooded attendant goddess added. "For better or worse, they have to find their own path to greatness."
"You have two choices, my child!" said the old demon. "I can make you the divine administrator of this system, or I can make you reincarnated." "
"First, Her Majesty can reincarnate you elsewhere, in a world of higher difficulty, where you can continue your progress," Camilla said. "Your level will be reset to 1, but you'll maintain your existing skills and find challenges worthy of your immense power."
"Quite a few (Epic) candidates are adrenaline junkies who are more interested in adventure than divinity," the c
owma
God said fondly. "I almost regret not following them, but, alas, it wouldn't be as much fun without my opponents."
"I don't remember getting that invitation," said the mermaid's little follower.
"Me too," a giant squid said loudly.
"Because you are drunk and high respectively," Mithras snapped in annoyance.
"Wait, how many worlds and systems are there?" asked my friend Victor.
"Countless, my children's servants." The elder maggot answered wisely and kindly. “I can create systems, but so can many other people! There are hundreds of us, and we all have many planets to explore! It’s too much work, and I need to delegate it!”
One dwarf goddess continued: "High difficulty worlds are problematic and expensive to maintain, but will challenge you."
"But not as much as Dis." said the old demon. "It's unfair and the people who created it are unethical."
"Or," Mithras coughed. "You can gain a [god] level and join the pantheon."
"This is the rule." The old demon said. "I think you should take theology."
"Why?" Winkle asked, still unconvinced.
Camilla said: "The system has never worked for us," before adding: "It's unfortunate."
"It was originally made for dragons and orcs," Mithras said. "Even if we ascend, our influence on it is limited. In the terms of the claim, we are moderators, not administrators."
"But if you ascend to heaven, you can update the system!" the old monster said to Fankel. "I never have time because I have hundreds to manage, some are very complex, but you can improve it!"
"You can add racial level," Bailu said, "to balance it out!"
"So?" Mithras cleared his throat. "What are your options, Lord Knight?"
The dragon glanced at the old monster maggot and her twelve servants. He didn't know what to do, but he was very satisfied with the proposal. Finally, he can become the supreme ruler of Ortmund and turn the entire world into his treasure.
Then he looked at his chief of staff, who had not yet been mentioned, and a suspicion formed in his mind. "Where's my friend Victor?" Long asked.
The sad expressions on the five faces of the old demon dragon immediately confirmed Winkel's worries.
"I'm sorry, my child." the old demon said. "He didn't have the necessary level. I had to send him down."
"What?" protested friend Victor.
"Why?" Winkle growled angrily before calming down. Losing his temper in front of his ancestors, even in front of the Zeme people, was beneath him. "He helped me in everything! Together we defeated the fairies' army!"
"I've died for the fourth time!" Victor added.
"Yes, but you don't have Vai
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So much experience. said Mithras. "It's K."
ightsba
e defeated Odieuse and did most of the work. And you, Dalton...well...you're the henchman in all of this. "
"Okay, maybe that's a bit much to ask, but why not raise my level?" Victor. "Waikr can grant free nobility, can't he?"
"No, otherwise your soul will turn into a balloon!" the old maggot warned.
"What, Your Majesty——"
"Your Majesty! The old monster blamed Mithras, and now Winkle suspects that Mithras is her chief of staff. "Starts with M!" I can tell!"
"What your Majesty means is that rank, attributes, and privileges put pressure on the soul, and someone must acquire them naturally." Mithras explained grimly. "Artificially inflating your levels with holes and bugs can lead to souls becoming unstable, like you see in Mel Odius."
"Like this guy who's trying to get free levels from every authority class," said a giant, squid-like mermaid. "His soul turned into a balloon"
"That's so funny and unexpected," chuckled one of the crows.
Mith
as continues: "Mel Odius soared to level 99 by viciously draining the experience of other souls and using devices like the Black Crown, but failed to gain any of her levels. In the end, it tore her apart. Unstable soul. If she succeeds in getting to this place...her ascension could destroy the entire system, or worse. Some free levels are nice, especially if you get them early on, but if you get more, you risk losing your chance of survival. "
“That’s why there are badges and hard limits,” explains Greedy Shesha. “Crests specifically limit rampant inflation; they help assess whether a person has truly acquired the skills needed to advance further.”
"And..." Victor's friend said to himself as he hung on his scythe, "I'm too tall."
"You have become so powerful that only world-shaking feats will allow you to gain enough experience to level up," Camilla said. "Not even (Exp Dodos) are enough. I would love for you to be with us, as I around, but not yet.”
"Then I reject God." Winkel said firmly after hearing enough.
"Your Majesty..." Victor's friend said in a low voice.
"Manling and I made a pact to rise together, as two halves of a larger whole," Winkel replied. "If we cannot rise together, then send us back to my empire so I can rule it until my Manlin is ready."
"I can't." The old demon dragon said firmly. "Rules apply to everyone. Even one of my kids."
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Points out: "I was not level 99 when I entered here. "Why can't I go back to my minions?"
The old demon maggot considered his words and saw the wisdom in them.
"I can send you both back to Overmond," the dragon ancestor said, though she sounded sad about the turn of events. "My child, I believe this is your choice to reincarnate. But you can never come back. Divinity is not a revolving door."
"Wait!" said my friend Victor. "Can I speak to Fankel alone before he makes his decision?"
The old demon nodded and left them alone in the dragon's way.
She turned her back on the duo.
"Minions, turn around!" she ordered the gods. "Slave!"
"This is ridiculous," Mithra complained, but obeyed like the others.
"Roll me to the left! Turn me to my angle!"
Finally, all the minions turned around - Dice hiding in the arm of a giant squid - and Victor looked up at his partner. "Are you sure you want to refuse, your M——"
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." the dragon reminded his friend. "You have earned this privilege, Victor. "
"Vaikl, are you sure you want to refuse?" said his friend Victor. "Of course, we can't have adventures together after you ascend, but we can still hang out together sometimes. It's not that bad, I do it all the time. You can do a lot of good things there and make sure all the chaos doesn't happen again. Maybe even Get rid of (Dracolic) before the new Mel Odius comes along."
"We need to talk about this, Victor-" Camilla was gagged by another minion, sulking.
"What I'm trying to say is that this planet needs one responsible person at the helm, not 12 people pulling it in every direction," Victor Friend continued, while some other devout minions complained in the background. "And...maybe friendship is blind, but I can't think of a better person for the job than you."
"Friend Victor, what do you think of our promise?" Vai
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explain. "Will we go to heaven together?"
"I can go up and join you later," the Reaper replied, although he sounded a little intimidated by the task before him. "Now that we've saved the world, it may take me a lot of quests to get to the Hall of Valor alone. But I will."
Winkle observed his companion, trying to understand his reasoning. He saw it in his eyes through the helmet.
His Manling is for Winkle's good...even if he doesn't understand what he means. Winkle has reached the end of his path, which marked his advancement in class; his minions know that even if a dragon enjoys ruling his empire for a while, he will always long for greater wealth and greater heights. Overmond has grown too young for the great catastrophes of the age, and will resent himself for remaining where he is.
Friend Victor is reluctant to leave his master, but he understands that sometimes the role of chief of staff is not to stand by his dragon.
Sometimes their role is to watch them fly to new riches and steward what's left behind.
"Minions," Winkle said, his heart heavy. "Bend your knees."
Victor complied without complaint, bowing to his master like the Dark Knight.
"Promise me," Winkle said. "Promise me on your honor and mine that one day you will ascend to heaven. That you may be reunited with me and be with me in heaven as you are on earth."
"I swear," Death declared.
"Promise me you will take care of my treasure," Vankel continued. "My servants and my land. Promise me that you will place my niece Julie on the throne and guide her faithfully. Promise me that you will rule justly and uphold the same values as mine. Promise me that you will take care of my family , protect them like I do.”
"I swear," the former prime minister repeated, as warm liquid flowed from his helmet.
"I'm going to vomit."
"Shut up, Sabra," answered another of the followers, but the dragon didn't recognize which one.
"Promise me you'll breed," Winkle added, ignoring the background noise. "So that your descendants will be as numerous as mine. Promise me to breed until the world is filled with your good genes, so that all dragons will one day have a minion as good as you."
"I...I swear on my pinky finger..." The man was more reluctant, but still speaking from the heart.
"Finally..." Fankel lowered his head and whispered as quietly as possible. "Don't tell my kind..." He glanced at Elder Zimei's back and shuddered, "This."
"I swear."
good. The dragons are not ready yet.
Winkle nodded with satisfaction. "Then, I relieve you from your duties as my chief of staff. One day, we will meet here as equals. Until then...make me proud."
He always does.
"Is this..." Friend Victor raised his head and looked at his mortal master for the last time before ascending to heaven, "Is this farewell, Vankel?"
"No, Victor," Vacker replied, and the light of Valhalla engulfed them both.
"This is goodbye."
congratulations. You have gained a level in [God].
Selected areas: [Dragon], [Leadership], [Wealth], [Growth].
Your mortal journey is over.
But your story has just begun.
