Catalyst System

Evolution of the First Magic Army

    In a world where the weather, climate, and time do not change, Veroa is under siege by a sea of monsters of some kind. He had gone to great lengths to clear the escape route he had planned, but his hopes were unseen. His magic army dimmed further, signaling the magic energy that was the main component of his body had been thinned. In this kind of situation, inevitably, he had to resort to the second plan, which was to cross the great river beside him.

    Some time ago, his severed hand recovered after he moved away from where the desert dragon bit the neck of the stripped hell flame tiger. He speculated that to get the blessing of healing, it would take a while after getting out of the fight zone or at a certain distance in a safe area. In his current condition, he could not possibly get the blessing of healing. Although the wounds he received were only – minor injuries all over his body, namely bruises due to the hard hits of orcs and ogres that attacked from unexpected directions. With both hands and feet, he was able to minimize the damage he received to vital areas, such as the head, neck, ribs, and others. Soon enough, the – muscles in his body will reach its limit in receiving damage. Although the damage received got a reduction from his armor, but the comparison between the damage received with muscle rest in digesting the damage was too excessive. Over time, the – muscles will be numb and difficult to control which is a dangerous situation when it happens.

    With a slash that looked stiff, because it was still unable to adapt in using the honjou masamune that significantly differed as a fellow sword, he slashed the enemy's head using the sword technique as usual. But, if the enemy is not a monster, there are actually many gaps that can be utilized by the enemy. Even so, he was still lucky, for having a weapon to help him fight to defend his life from the attack of the sea of monsters.

    What he felt at this time, his stamina had been drained a lot, as a result of jumping too often to avoid visible and unexpected attacks and to attack enemies that were beyond the range of his attacks. About 25% left, sweat had filled his skin, his body was also hot, as the air vents of the armor he was wearing slightly blocked his skin pores.

    “It's time to use the second plan. Magic troops, fly and take me across this river!” he said on the sidelines of his intense fight.

    A magic army that only one person immediately obeys the orders of his Master. He flew and took Veroa away from the battle, crossing a river that had a very extreme flow of water. Luckily, the moon rabbit that had become her pet was somewhere that only the system knew, she was in the treatment stage.

    The flightless monster – roared angrily at the sight of its enemy who had slaughtered comrades in one of its troops being killed in a single slash without being able to avenge them. Now, it was the turn of the – winged monsters that had not made a move from the beginning, started chasing Veroa. They moved quickly, they were clearly still in top shape, let alone number in the thousands.

    “It's obvious, there's a figure ruling them. It's a tough situation, but I'm not just gonna give up. However, I do not know if, if I die, I will rise again as in the first sentence. I can't be rash with liv” he said as he was taken away by his magic army, looking back where the – winged monsters were flying after him.

    The flying speed of his magic army was faster than the flying speed of the – winged monsters behind him. He still had the advantage in his escape, but his magic army had approached its limits. Before disappearing into a grain of magic energy, he decided to give it a name as a form of gratitude, because it had become the first army and helped him a lot.

    Unexpectedly, suddenly the magic army that had just been named by him emitted a bright and lucky light, he gave the name to it after they had been over the land and had managed to cross the river smoothly, he fell down, as his magic army had decomposed into magic energy again.

    He landed smoothly, looking at his magic army that was still in the process of deciphering with a smile as a form of pride that he had summoned a great magic army. But, he did not know that his magic army was evolving from being originally a wisp of pure humanoid magic into a dark element magic army, because the process is actually the process of absorption of the most dominant natural essence to be used as the main component of his body, by converting pure energy with the essence of darkness that has been withdrawn. Veroa did not see this process, because he immediately left, fearing that the – winged monster could chase after him, although in the end he would still be overtaken. He just wanted to try not to waste Zaldot who had been trying to help him escape until his life was up.

    He who had been exhausted could not run at speed at the time he was still primed, probably reduced by about 60% of the initial speed. Meanwhile, the – winged monsters that were chasing him were still in top condition. Clearly, he was soon overtaken shortly after Zaldot evolved.

    The –-winged monster flew around Veroa who was in the middle of it. Their position was unreachable by the exhausted Veroa and despite being in top shape, he had to use great force to jump high for his attack to hit them. Veroa could only gulp with difficulty because other than his dry throat, it also felt that there was no hope of escaping his current situation.

    Monster – monster was able to attack from a long distance. They all began to prepare for his attacks in the form of fire element magic, some were fire ball, fire arrow, some were preparing large-scale magic that required some monsters to make it, some were fire ball, some were fire arrow, some were preparing large-scale magic that required some monsters to make it, meteorite phiragas slowly form in the sky.

    Veroa saw that the fire element magic that was being prepared for him was only resigned to himself. He had no idea of getting out of his current situation. In his heart a little wished at the sudden miracle that came and took him out of such a ridiculous situation.

    “Sigh... did my struggle for 60 years more survive the punishment of this God just go to waste? It felt familiar with the faint memory of the future, my parents dying at the hands of my own brother. Something precious was snatched away by the blood brother. But, it's not my style to just give up without fighting to the point of blood. Anyway, I still have a promise to keep. Where might I end up pathetic here!”