Vincent slowly pushed closer to the bleak fort, the walls filled with deep grooves, broken parts telling a tale of battles from the past, long forgotten and abandoned.
To his right was the beautiful olive-skinned Mel'Zeth, her body wearing a strange but well-crafted chainmail and leather armour which she had equipped just before they departed; Vincent's eyes looked over her body and felt a little disappointed her huge breasts and alluring cleavage was fully covered, when she noticed his gaze, Mel skipped over to him and gave him a thick, passionate kiss before adding.
"Goblin females don't like to show their skin to other males so easily once they're taken." Her cheeky voice and shimmering eyes moved along Vincent's face and lips as she enjoyed his strange reactions.
'Hehe~ the fact he gets jealous makes me so happy!'
A rather loud clunking sounded to his left as Zarina wore her usual full plate outfit; since he felt Ophelia and Ophelis, she seemed to be a little bit sullen, most like because he called them his vampire princesses, and she didn't get such a cute title, thus would channel the bitter feelings against the monster's in this fort who were now visible on the horizon; despite the massacre last night all the dead goblins, orcs and skeletons seemed to have been replaced.
The fortress itself appeared much larger than it was due to its height, making up for the lack of width by being built tall and wide at the base, with narrow walkways running between the outer wall and inner towers; many of these buildings had already collapsed or rotted away, leaving only some wooden structures still standing and mostly empty. The main gate stood open, showing off the entranceway where several large barrels sat beside each other. A few goblin corpses lay scattered around the area, while a single orc corpse could be seen lying down.
What made Vincent chuckle was that some of the corpses seemed to have been nibbled and chewed on, most likely not by wild animals but by their hungry brethren; because of the damage Vincent and P'ella did to the walls and battlements, the goblins were now on the second tier wall, or rather the inner walls looking down at the ramparts with their lazy eyes.
"Are were charging straight in, or is there a plan?" Asked Mel'Zeth, her hands grasping the huge mace tightly; she felt a little nervous; goblins would often fight against themselves or other monsters.
But Mel had spent many years in the human city and no longer fought that often, leaving it to adventurers or the friends she had made by making armour and maintaining their swords, like Zarina.
'It's a little scary. I can see more than 20 orcs on this front wall alone.... what about inside?'
Vincent looked forwards, his shimmering black scales with a tinge of purple, long scaled tail with a spade tip with sharp edges like a blade, grasping onto his cute little spear, while Raizel went with the others. This was like a clone of her usual form. Although it couldn't talk, it was heavy and powerful, just like her normal form.
Will we be okay with just three as the vanguard?
They walked through the gate into an interior courtyard surrounded by buildings, with one tower rising above them; a massive staircase led upwards towards the upper level. They headed onwards, passing under a set of arched bridges across the gap between two towers.
There was silence as they reached another stairwell leading upwards. Even though they heard voices from within, the sound wasn't clear enough for anyone to make out anything; the group stopped momentarily, staring ahead with cautious expressions.
Mel took a step forward first, her hand gripping her hammer tight. "We'll go up top," She said quietly, then began climbing the stairs quickly, followed closely by Zarina and Vincent.
As soon as everyone got to the next floor, they found the source of the voices: a small room, barely big enough to fit six people comfortably; however, eight goblins were sitting there, drinking together. One of them saw them entering the building and threw the putrid tea made with strangely mixed leaves grasping its spear and trying to lunge towards the intruders.
Zarina grabbed hold of the creature with her right hand and used her power to slam the beast back against the wall hard, breaking the bones and causing the poor goblin to drop dead.
'I've never tried using my powers like this before...'
She turned to look at the rest of her companions, seeing them smiling and laughing happily. "Wow! It does work!"
Her eyes fell upon Vincent's figure, which began to vanish and fade, merely an afterimage as his wings flapped with a huge burst, sending his body shooting forwards; the table flipped to the ground as the goblins all drew their weapons and began to panic and try to fight the approaching demon with a long black spear and vicious black tail that snapped at them, like a deadly whip or scorpion's tail.
Mel'Zeth's initial fear and nerves vanished as she came rushing in behind, grabbing one of the goblins by its head and pulling it backwards, throwing the creature at another goblin, killing both instantly.
"Hahaha~! What fun~!"
One of the goblins stabbed Zarina with his sword, but the angelic girl blocked the blow with her sword's blade before flicking her wrist's with a brutal slash and knocking the weapon aside.
"Oh dearie me! That hurts~."
With a flash, Vincent pierced forward with deadly accuracy, his spear like an elven arrow shot from a fine bow, piercing through the throat of one of the goblins; the other goblins screamed in terror and backed away from the demonic attack.
Zarina rushed in, slicing apart another goblin with her sword before leaping high into the air and landing atop one of the nearby rooftops, disappearing with a loud thud; she jumped again, spinning in midair and landed on another rooftop, jumping downwards as if diving and slashing the legs of the nearest goblin.
Another goblin ran towards Mel'Zeth, but the cute goblin ducked underneath its swing and swung her hammer, smashing the creature in the chest and crushing it in place, pinning the goblin to the roof.
Zarina charged in, swinging her greatsword with a mighty roar, cutting down two goblins with a single strike.
"Nyaa! Gooooood!"
Raizel slashed at a goblin with her scimitar, stabbing it through the stomach, ripping the wound open and spilling blood everywhere.
"I'm enjoying this~" Sounded from Zarina's black plate helmet as the final goblin was killed, now the several orcs on the wall alerted and grabbed their weapons, looked towards the small tower they had occupied with a flap of his wings; vincent lifted his body into the air, over the several broken buildings that Zarina used to jump into the air earlier and sat on a stone perch, well rather sit on the edge of a roof, Vincent watched the carnage.
"So far, so good..." He muttered, his voice echoing lightly on the roof.
Vincent nodded lightly, walking forwards with a determined expression as the other party members continued to kill any enemies in sight; if a goblin came, they would slay goblins, an orc? Orc slayers. The pair moved swiftly without hesitation, leaving nothing alive except a handful of corpses.
'I hope they are doing well...'
Vincent spoke as he looked to the distance, where the weaker part of the fort was located and the position that his other women agreed to attack without him. Small flames began to billow, a thick smoke covering his body as he watched the distance with vigilant eyes, narrowing to see any trace of battle.
"It seems they are mostly coming in our direction... Let's make a bigger noise!"
Woosh!
His hand began to swirl with a burning heat, drawing his mana from deep within his body, feeling a pleasant sensation as the fire danced like an exotic dance circling and twisting around his arm body, several small orbs of flames merging to form a huge dark red sphere with hints of black, spinning rapidly on his palm.
The very air around his body began to crackle as embers crackled, flickering from his hand as he pushed it slowly forward, the sheer resistance of the air showing how much this spell had broken the natural order, the mana within the atmosphere desperately trying to stop his spell from completing before it was too late.
Crackle!
His huge black and red Anima Flare was ready, its intense head causing his scales to burn, slowly charring his fingers as Vincent quickly sent his arms forward towards the distant battlement with 20-30 orcs standing with their weapons at ready, hurling through the air rapidly a loud howl following its path, it's powerful flame almost like a miniature sun.
"W-what's that!?" (Orc language)
"RUN!!!!" (Orc)
It was too late...
The ball of fire exploded in front of them, exploding in a wave of light and heat, filling the sky with bright orange sparks and ash as the shockwave hit them with force, causing the orcs to stumble backwards and fall, screaming in agony; some of them died instantly while others passed out.
Several of the surviving orcs recovered from the blast and raised their spears, aiming at the fleeing group of humans; however, a sudden gust of wind blew over their heads, scattering them all like a flock of birds.
His evil flames heat was sinister, not felt straight away as their bodies continued to attempt to fight back, slowly melting and dripping from their bodies like melted cheese; Vincent's spell killed every single orc standing on the lower wall; the sudden impact causing a huge explosion and bang to resound in the area if the monsters were not focused on the central part.
Now they were, as a charred black wall with a huge chunk falling, partly destroyed from the impact and the rest cracked and fell to the ground far below due to the extreme heat.
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