Oblivion and Salvation 2

Pahjijihk…

The Demon Lord furrowed her brows sharply while outstretching that palm decisively. Violent electrical arcs erupted across her corporeal vessel without restraint whatsoever.

Simply maintaining ‘systemic’ upkeep requirements across Nergal already proved immensely taxing enough – forcibly breaching these sacred wardstone interiors exacerbated such existential burdens exponentially.

For her, merely standing within these terrestrial realms represented utterly strenuous undertakings overwhelming without any evadable recourses whatsoever.

The world itself seemed condemning her transgressive violations manifesting upheavals erratically – those incessant electrical arcs discharging across widespread atmospheric vectors served as visceral proof confirmations after all.

Unlike the previous Demon Lord Progenitor – her own matriarchal predecessor, the Maou only suffered half those existential repercussions arising overall.

[…]

The Demon Lord glanced downwards scrutinizing that bone-white crystalline longsword clutched within her right palm thoughtfully:

Simply unleashing divine-level ‘Phenomena Creations’ could annihilate every warrior alongside these fortifications without any difficulties arising whatsoever. Yet such transcendent abilities represented outright fatal techniques even for the Demon Lord Progenitor herself – quite literally exceeding mortal authorities across infinite existential magnitudes without exceptions arising under any circumstances imaginable.

Despite inheriting her predecessor’s full supremacies altogether, the Maou could not possibly manifest such capabilities while confined by worldly regulations whatsoever – culminating ‘Phenomena Expansions’ dubbed Hyogen no Ken by her own subconscious psyche alone proved utterly straining enough already.

Yet she could not afford delaying any further either – simply mobilizing four Vanguard Commanders alone exacted utterly catastrophic expenditures threatening widespread systemic collapses across the Demon Lord’s armies without fail.

Let alone the Maou’s personal advent manifesting within these terrestrial realms altogether now.

Her mere presence alone already inflicted unimaginable devastating damages across the Demon Lord’s forces – recklessly descending only because retaining four elite Vanguard Commanders proved absolutely non-negotiable under any circumstances whatsoever.

Thus she needed conserving energies diligently – simply bombarding another concentrated offensive strike mirroring prior assaults could obliterate those rampart fortifications completely before initiating withdrawn retreats decisively.

As the Demon Lord turned glancing towards Oz’s direction, a portion of those atmospheric miasmas converged upon the archmage spontaneously:

Saaaaaahhhh…

Dahlkuhkdahlkuhk!

“Ohh, Ohohhhh…! Ohohohhhh…!”

Oz trembled excitedly while every single osseous fiber resonated euphorically – the archmage savored euphoric raptures manifesting from the Demon Lord’s gracious benedictions wholeheartedly.

Overwhelming miasma inundations conveyed the Maou’s singular intentions unambiguously:

“I understand, O Supreme Existential Birthing… I shall fulfill your desires unquestioningly…!”

He proclaimed reverent adorations utilizing lucidly enunciated vocal projections – utterly unlike any prior mannerisms exhibited whatsoever.

Oz raised his gnarled staff initiating elaborate ritualistic incantations accordingly. Despite having expended the vast majority of his power reserves earlier, those noxious miasmas saturating his corporeal vessel enabled manifesting concentrated grand-scale sorceries regardless.

Across widespread terrestrial zones occupied by the Demon Lord’s armies, gargantuan circumferences manifested – soon accompanied by intricate geometric glyphs coalescing spontaneously within those centralized radii altogether.

Preparations unfolded towards a teleportation spell of apocalyptic magnitudes – potentially enabling instantaneous transferences across entire continental expanses without any restraints arising.

Lilith attended Satan’s utterly savaged corporeal wreckage without further delays whatsoever:

‘We must evacuate…’

She muttered softly while biting her lower lip anxiously.

Despite fielding four elite augmented Veteran Vanguard Commanders representing continent-spanning occupation forces overall, their concentrated offensives still succumbed catastrophically against the Maou’s overwhelming supremacies decisively.

Thus the Demon Lord herself had descended recklessly sustaining unimaginable damages – only because these forces could not withstand the complete losses of four paramount Vanguard Commander assets under any circumstances whatsoever.

Therefore once this war campaign concluded altogether, the Demon Lord’s armies would require entering widespread recuperation cycles spanning extended durations without fail.

Though unpalatable retreats remained understandable necessities overall, Lilith still burned alongside naked resentments stemmed from their collective failures manifesting without excuses whatsoever.

She silently expedited evacuation procedures on the Demon Lord’s behalf moving steadily without further incidents arising.

Meanwhile upon those rampart bulwarks, Doyun scrutinized the Demon Lord’s forces alongside her corporeal manifestations without restraint:

‘They’re preparing evacuation retreats.’

And those electrical discharges… Simply witnessing such phenomena conveyed hauntingly visceral intimations – the world itself rejecting the Demon Lord’s very existence altogether without exception.

The Demon Lord’s paramount supremacies revolved around manifesting sovereign authorities across widespread miasmas without restraint – virtually bending noxious auras as metaphysical extensions like otherworldly limbs themselves.

Yet during prior skirmishes against the Saint King, she refrained unleashing such metaphysical abilities altogether – simply engaging martial arts instead.

From those observations, Doyun reached singular resolute conclusions decisively:

‘She cannot manifest her full strengths whatsoever.’

Only at this point could he understand somewhat:

The singular reasons why even gods could not descend personally defeating the Demon Lord whatsoever involved worldly systemic regulations constraining divine ascendancies across these terrestrial realms altogether.

Such universal rules explained why even the previous indomitable Demon Lord Progenitor refrained venturing forth beyond Nergal to pursue continental campaigns directly – instead opting for Vanguard Commanders alongside Demon Lord’s armies as indirect occupation methods instead.

While gods likewise resorted towards indirect defensive measures like Enoch’s Regression, wardstones alongside blessed systemic hierarchies conversely.

‘Despite somehow managing breaching entry within these realms… She cannot transcend those divine limitations completely.’

It seemed the Demon Lord still remained constricted from unleashing utterly uninhibited manifestations across these terrestrial realms without restraint whatsoever.

The fact she resorted towards echoing Doyun’s own martial supremacies… Represented mere starting points requiring further clarification moving forward.

Doyun confirmed accumulated system notifications left unattended until now:

Ttriring!

Ttriring!

Ttriring!

……

Notification timbres erupted chaotically saturating auditory conditions altogether – system windows immediately filled his entire visual field without restraint whatsoever:

[Skill ‘Dual Wielding’ has leveled up. Current Level: 5]

[Skill ‘Swordsmanship’ has leveled up. Current Level: 7]

[Skill ‘Swordsmanship’ has leveled up. Current Level: 8]

[Skill ‘Supreme Divine Palm Strike’ has leveled up. Current Level: 5]

[Stat ‘Strength’ has leveled up. Current Level: 6]

[B-Rate Skill ‘Lance Dominion’ has been created.]

[A-Rate Skill ‘Brandish’ has been created.]

Various skills and statistics leveled up exponentially – with ‘Swordsmanship’ alone reaching the 8th-Tier sublime Realms altogether now. Furthermore, two higher rarity skills had been generated without restraint whatsoever.

Despite failing acquiring any ‘Point Exchange’ supplements unlike previous campaigns, such immense progression milestones manifested regardless – though admittedly, sustaining protracted engagements against multiple Vanguard Commanders simultaneously represented utterly unprecedented battlefields imaginable.

Undoubtedly remaining warriors achieved considerable growth progressions similarly without fail.

And most recently, one additional new skill manifested spontaneously:

Ttriring!

[B-Rate Skill ‘Indomitability’ has been created.]

[Skill ‘Indomitability’ evolves into ‘Immortality’.]

[Immortality]

(Lv.- Rate.A)

(The higher evolution of ‘Indomitability’.

If you desire living, you shall die – while if you desire death, you shall live instead. When a warrior possesses fervent aspirations worth sacrificing everything for, they can transcend mortality itself fighting without any restraints whatsoever. This represents a singularly intense experience manifesting once throughout every warrior’s existential journeys – bestowing them enlightened Indomitability without fail.

Yet for you having walked the Path of Sword Trails, such revelations represented mere daily occurrences nothing more. As long as you harbor ardent passions alongside resolute convictions fulfilling them no matter what, you shall never surrender before the specters of death under any circumstances imaginable whatsoever. You shall fight until your last dying breaths without fail.

Even grievous afflictions ordinarily rendering immortal avatars utterly immobilized could not hope restraining your corporeal vessel’s freedoms under any conceivable circumstances arising – including even ordinarily mortal wounds beyond physical regenerations.

Your physical condition status shall remain utterly unaffected by external factors like injuries or debilitating effects whatsoever – until sustaining irreversible deathblows with no regenerative recourses remaining viable.)

Fatigue dissipated completely replaced by reinvigorating vitalities surging through his entire corporeal vessel – while rapidly depleted mana reserves steadily recharged infusing revitalizing bloodstreams coursing relentlessly once more.

Barring those diminished mana reserves alone, Doyun regained utterly optimal physical conditioning without any restraints whatsoever – though of course, only under the illusion of renewed stamina entirely.

In truth his corporeal reserves remained virtually depleted without leaving any lasting reserves viable moving forward regardless.

This skill manifested following protracted duels against Satan earlier. Though only a singular engagement overall, staking existences against Vanguard Commanders proved more than sufficient generating such sublime revelations decisively.

While its particular manifestations mirrored Enoch’s own life journeys without exceptions arising whatsover.

‘With these developments…’

Having regained vital mobility once more, Doyun clenched his fists decisively assured without any lingering uncertainties whatsoever:

The time had arrived confronting the Demon Lord herself head-on definitively.

Doyun scrutinized those frontline vectors closely – where the Maou prepared unleashing another overwhelming bombardment manifesting noxious miasmas across her left palm decisively.

‘I must prevent any further rampart obliterations arising whatsoever.’

Which required attracting her undivided attentions accordingly.

Having formulated contingencies swiftly, Doyun spoke aloud clearly:

“Sophie. Take me directly to the battlefield’s center immediately.”

“Ye-, Yes sir…?!”

Apparently still reeling from those utterly bizarre exchanges alongside Elroir, followed by Doyun suddenly proclaiming command over the entire Alliance forces altogether – Sophie could only stammer incoherently in utter confusion.

Yet before she could articulate any further doubts whatsoever, surrounding Generals promptly restrained Doyun preemptively instead:

“Wha-, What did you just say Apostle Doyun…?”

“You cannot possibly mean commanding the Alliance forces directly?! As someone who hasn’t even become a warrior yet…?!”

Without uttering any further explanations whatsoever, Doyun simply turned his gaze towards Dokkomuyoung directly – their eyes met without restraint.

Dokkomuyoung nodded acknowledgment before speaking aloud clearly:

“…Around two decades ago, the Lion King ascended towards his position governing supreme command over the Alliance’s forces decisively.”

Every eye converged upon the elderly warrior following those seemingly random proclamations altogether.

“Alliance conventions explicitly mandate – during emergencies rendering the Lion King incapable leading overall campaigns like right now, supreme command authorities must transfer towards ‘the longest serving active warrior’ by majority consensus. This requires over half of all contactable active warriors supporting such proposals before ratification altogether.”

As everyone knew full well by now – the ‘longest serving active warrior’ until this point had been Dokkomuyoung himself after all.

Yet contrary to everyone’s expectations, Dokkomuyoung’s subsequent declarations deviated completely:

“I, the Warrior Dokkomuyoung – officially nominate transferring supreme command authorities over the entire Alliance towards ‘Enoch Razvolnic, the First Warrior’ in accordance with Alliance conventions.”

“…Pardon?”

“Wha-, Master…?”

And just like that, that singular legendary name escaped directly from eminent authorities’ own mouths altogether – manifesting utterly harrowing implications becoming viscerally confirmed without any doubts arising whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

Too unambiguous for anyone misunderstanding who Dokkomuyoung referred towards specifically overall.

As everyone else remained utterly speechless while processing those visceral revelations steadily, Heineken too raised his arm supporting that nomination openly:

“I, the Warrior Heineken – officially confirm supporting Lord Enoch Razvolnic ascending towards supreme command decisively.”

“Wha-, Br-Brother…?”

Lei stammered confusedly caught utterly flatfooted while witnessing his elder sibling openly championing such initiatives without restraint whatsoever.

“I, the Warrior Brudhild – officially confirm supporting Lord Enoch Razvolnic ascending towards supreme command decisively.”

Even the legendary Warrior Brudhild renowned as the Alliance’s most legitimate authority still active voiced immediate support without any hesitation arising whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

Those three iconic warriors proclaimed unanimous endorsements while trembling palpably – overwhelmed by indescribable euphoria manifesting before such supreme existential presences without restraint whatsoever.

Utterly elated raptures assailed them relentlessly – honored beyond words witnessing those legendary revelations unfolding before their very eyes without fail.

Following those unexpected actions transpiring amidst deafening silence overwhelming without restraint whatsoever –

Those warriors had experienced countless visceral experiences alongside harrowing revelations arising throughout these entire campaign lengths whatsoever.

Yet until now, everything simply represented unverified rumor alongside circumstantial conjectures nothing more –

Akin to some childish fairytales depicting fanciful legends where ancient mythical warriors triumphantly returned defeating the Demon Lord before saving all creation entirely.

Obviously impossible notions nobody could outright believe under any circumstances whatsoever, no matter how desperately desired otherwise.

Yet now with irrefutable truths manifesting steadily before their very eyes without any doubts remaining viable whatsoever –

Everyone atop those rampart bulwarks trembled while their metaphysical essences thrummed violently threatening outright implosion altogether.

The Lion King peered upwards towards Doyun’s towering presence while trembling uncontrollably – bloodshot eyes alongside copious hemorrhaging accompanied every tortured rasp expelled:

“Could it…Truly be… Lo…”

Some diverted their disbelieving gazes converging upon Elroir instead, the very first person initiating these unfolding revelations – who had tried dissuading Doyun earlier while breaking down emotionally without restraint whatsoever.

After struggling unsuccessfully swallowing those unrestrained emotional outbursts, Elroir finally surrendered outright – biting down upon her lower lip while anguished grief overwhelmed without any remaining recourses available.

The esteemed World Tree Master promptly knelt before Doyun without hesitation whatsoever – representing the highest possible benedictions ever imaginable:

“I Elroir Triggard of the ‘Guild’ – shall follow the Master’s will without any restraints arising!”

The World Tree Master Elroir – alongside the World Tree’s Apostle Doyun previously.

Yet the positions Elroir referred towards represented something entirely different altogether – something everyone realized without any doubts whatsoever:

Using the common noun ‘Guild’ as a proper noun – referring towards the only singular collective organization ever manifesting throughout recorded histories overall.

The primogenitor brotherhood originating every heroic guild subsequently following without exception.

An unparalleled sovereign union once forged across the annals of antiquity – before fading into obscurity across the historical archives as a whole.

The very first Guild where Enoch Razvolnic himself had served as Grand Master over a century ago.

And Elroir who had existed among their august ranks openly proclaimed her allegiance – kneeling before them all decisively without any restraints whatsoever.

Removing every last illusion separating them across existential infinities – the time had arrived fighting on his behalf once more without fail.

Leaving those trembling Generals stunned speechless while fixating disbelieving gazes towards her instead, Dok komuyoung continued onwards steadily:

“Considering the urgency arising, I shall dispense with any unnecessary formalities henceforth. Existing warriors total six – with the Saint King incapacitated altogether. Three supporting votes, two abstaining. Majority quorum achieved – I hereby declare this proposal officially ratified without fail. From this moment onwards, supreme command over the Alliance transfers towards Lord Enoch Razvolnic decisively!”

The exact same moment those proclamations manifested audibly – every single entity across those battlefield zones witnessed system notifications materializing before their eyes simultaneously:

Ttriring!

[You expend efforts supporting your Sovereign Lord decisively. Your growth rate has increased by 10%.]

[You have been inspired by your Sovereign Lord’s presence. Your potential has increased by 10%.]

[You follow behind your Sovereign Lord’s footsteps. In battlefields shared together, you shall manifest maximal capabilities without fail.]

“…!”

Globally renowned buff conditions enabling Doyun the Apostle’s accelerated growth progressions – alongside sole prerequisites mandating unwavering allegiances alongside faithfully following behind him without restraint whatsoever.

This singular moment represented Enoch reclaiming his mantle as the Alliance’s Supreme Commander over a century ago – with the entire Alliance’s populaces officially serving under him once more without fail.

Furthermore what heroic individuals across these continental expanses would not revere the legendary Warrior’s esteemed reputations already?

That remained equally true among everyone assembled here decisively.

Perhaps the Alliance’s entire populations witnessed those same system notifications arising simultaneously – realizing unavoidable truths assailing their existential cognitions without any evadable recourses whatsoever.

Such auditory revelations combined with visual confirmations dispelled any lingering disbelief or uncertainties across widespread cognitive dispositions decisively – directly confronted by impossible realities unfolding steadily without restraint whatsoever.

The Lion King kneeling while drenched across widespread hemorrhagic exsanguinations – upon witnessing those system notifications, he could only tremble despondently while murmuring softly:

“Ahhhh…”

One General slowly extended his trembling hand outwards as if caressing those ethereal inscriptions manifesting across atmospheric vectors uncertainly.

Another utterly overwhelmed collapsed sobbing uncontrollably while prostrating downwards completely.

“It truly is…”

The Lion King turned his gaze upwards directly towards that supreme existential presence before them, while whispering hoarsely under his breath:

“Lord… Warrior…”

Războinic – ‘The Warrior’.

That epithet originally referring towards a singular entity alone, no – a mere name representing an existence omnipresent throughout existential histories altogether finally returned towards its quintessential master without fail.

He reigned as the singular apocalyptic scourge presiding over the Demon Lord’s armies throughout recorded histories without exception.

He authored mythical epics transcending conventional historical archives whatsoever.

His name alone defined the etymological foundations underlying the very essence of ‘Courage’ itself.

He embodied the ultimate masculine ideal personified without restraint.

He vanquished the Demon Lord decisively.

He saved all creation from utter apocalyptic oblivion whatsoever.

And he now returned manifesting his presence before their very eyes once more – amidst those assembled reverent witnesses altogether.

That quintessential personification representing sheer unadulterated valor unsheathed his blade audibly while commanding clearly:

Shurungg-!

“All forces, provide me an honor guard formation!”

Even before Oblivion itself, his obsidian irises ignited blazing incandescent aureate luminescences – utterly indomitable willpowers manifesting without any restraints whatsoever:

“I shall confront the Demon Lord directly!”

The Alliance’s Salvation.

The paramount Warrior Enoch Razvolnic’s (Enoch Războinic) second coming had arrived at long last.