My Servant System



With Light Mana coursing over my blade, I began to swiftly execute the remaining human soldiers, while the Praetors began to fall under a barrage of Water, Nature, and Fire spells.

Anput cut down her remaining enemies before smirking in my direction, her armor clean from blood and gore.

Me, on the other hand, looked much like-

Anyways, the dead humans around us were strewn on the ground, limbs and heads rolling around freely.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Leone brought the rest of the squad forwards, joining Anput and I in front of the gate.

Nodding to the Vampire, I told her "Send up the signal; I want another squad with us for the takeover of the Armory. Insurance, just in case..."

"Very well."

Raising her hand, Leone coiled some fire around her finger before shooting it off into the sky, forcing it to burst, releasing a loud bang.

As she did that, I approached the door and listened, catching the brief echoing shouts and skidding of heavy furniture as the inhabitants prepared to face our attack.

Looking back at the others, I gave Iaso a nod as she placed a weak regeneration spell on me just in case, relieving any muscle strains or small cuts I might have accrued before saying "Considering the numbers outside alone, I imagine the Armory complex is currently one of the larger clusters of soldiers remaining inside of Goron, so we'll need to be careful. Anput and I protect the front, Iaso in the middle. Keep spells precise and damage to a minimum unless absolutely necessary."

Everyone gave me a nod, before we all turned as we heard the sound of metal boots clattering against the stone roads.

Hoisting my sword, I watched as a diverse group of soldiers skidded around the corner, taking note of the carnage around us.

"Lady Asmodia! We saw the flare, so we came as quickly as we could! Another squad was behind us!"

A burly Oxkin slapped his fist against his chest in salute, his squad mirroring him a moment later.

Nodding to them, I watched as a second squad came from another alleyway, joining us in front of the Armory.

Giving them the same orders as I did for my personal squad, I moved to the gate with the Oxkin, an Orc, and a Bearkin, each of us grabbing ahold of the wooden gate.

"Now!"

Pulling, we ripped the heavy gates free from their hinges and pushed them in, letting them fall onto the soldiers that waited behind them.

Raising our shields, we stepped into the well lit Armory, a thick haze of smoke from the various forges clouding our vision for a moment.

As soon as the gates had fallen, the Praetors inside shouted for their soldiers to fire, and a storm of arrows slammed into our shields.

Extending my Light Magic over the rest of the squads, I grit my teeth at the strain as bolts of mana began to burst against the wall, draining more mana from my Core.

When our vision returned, we were greeted with the sights of various crates, carts, palisades, and racks piled together to create a large wall, behind which the humans gathered.

Forming a semi circle around the gate, they caught us from the front and sides as we entered, and the hail of arrows and spells began to wear down at my mana.

Taking a deep breath, I continued forwards even as more and more projectiles needed to be block, though thankfully the other shield bearers hoisted their own Mana Shields, lessening the burden I needed to bear.

Liga wasn't idle either, as her lips curled up into a sinister grin as her eyes flared a dark green.

Raising her hands, she let out a low breath before muttering to herself, runes appearing around her.

"Focus on that damned tiger! It's trying to cast some unholy magics!"

Narrowing my eyes, I noticed that the Praetor directly in front of me was the one to shout, and she tried to arc her bolts of flame over my shield, aiming for Liga.

Chuckling dryly, I shouted "Squads close rank around Liga!"

Stopping, I planted my feet and focused my mana to form a tall wall in front of myself, blocking all attacks from going through.

The others mirrored me, though they all grunted as they strained their Cores for all the mana they could muster.

Feeling some heat behind me, I knew that Leone erected a wall of her own between us and Liga, while Anput bolstered the weaker parts of the line.

Sensing a burst of mana behind me, I smirked as Liga finished her spell, her voice slicing through the noisy battlefield despite being a mere murmur.

"Forests Revenge."

A pulsing wave of verdant green mana washed over the area, reaching the wooden barricades swiftly.

Seeping into the wood, we watched in awe as the wood began to warp and twist, coming to life as it reverted to being unprocessed material.

Coiling around the various humans hiding behind it, the wooden roots crushed and snapped the soldiers, earning bloodcurdling screams as their bodies were left mangled and broken.

Some of the Praetor's managed to fight off the initial wave of vines and roots, their magics tearing through the wood with ease, only for them to be caught off guard as more and more of the wood began to target them.

The woman who shouted was hoisted into the air, her four limbs wrapped up in vines while a fifth snaked up to her neck.

Stepping forwards, Liga stared at her for a moment, a smirk on her lips as she clenched her fist.

All five vines pulled outwards, tearing the woman apart instantly before she could even scream.

"There's nothing unholy about my magics..."

Liga's voice was dull, and I could see a brief glimmer of rage inside her slitted eyes, before she turned towards me and gestured forwards.

"It's clear, Ma'am."

Chuckling once more, I nodded, ignoring the slightly blanched expressions of the other squads at Liga's brutal display.

"It's clear indeed. Good work Liga. Alright, gather up! Move together, and let's get this Armory cleared!"

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Lemme know what you all think about these fights so far; I'm just curious, so if you hav points that you think I need to improve on, let me know!

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