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Kaloh

## [source]

**Kaloh** was the Dragon Mage Lina's contracted red dragon. It was young for its kind, at level 19. Based on its battle ability, the dragon surpassed Lina herself.

Summon Red Dragon was a legendary spell, but Lina had managed to cast it as only a grand mage. This showed how special the Dragon Mage was amongst her kind, the reason for her title.

## Summon Red Dragon

Whenever a battle normally reached this point, Lina would have flown into the air to show off her power. The giant dragon of hers would send down torrents of flames from the sky, while the ordinary soldiers were almost completely useless.

The Dragon Mage urgently recited the incantation. It was swift and bitter, strange and extraordinary; a portal appeared in the sky behind her, and a huge dark-red dragon flew out! The enormous creature spread its wings apart, flying around in the sky once before swooping down. A loud roar rang out as draconic flames rained down on the first magic tower!

This was an adult red dragon!

Even though it was well known that Lina’s special ability was to summon a red dragon, the stunning feeling when the real thing was soaring in the sky was something words could not describe.

Even though the dragon in the sky was far away, its mighty aura cowered even Richard’s horse. The creature incessantly dug into the ground with its hooves, and Richard himself felt his heart pounding. Still, he quickly regained his calm; the greatest strength of mages was their will, and his was like steel.
Prince Tumen

## [source]

**Prince Tumen** is one of the four princes of the Millennial Empire, once famous throughout the land, but he had now grown much more plump and was starting to lose his hair. He looked almost like a regular merchant instead of a powerful politician who controlled a good section of Norland in his palms, but his beady eyes occasionally flashed with a glint of confidence that betrayed his capabilities.

The Prince heard the news during the breakfast report, and once he learnt of it he surprisingly put his cutlery down and started to ponder over the situation carefully. A while later, he looked over at one of his aides, “Call Lyndoch and Master Yeondu, I’ll be waiting for them in the drawing room.”

## Plot

Allies with Richard after coming in contact with him frequently.

The Prince’s collection was commensurate with his status, and he opened up his treasury completely. Richard felt like he was seeing a list of blessings from the Eternal Dragon when he first entered; a two-headed dragon’s heart, a five-headed hydra’s heads, a chimera corpse, hearts of elemental lords, an odd metal that could absorb mana and grow, a liquid ore that could change its shape at will… every one was on the level of a lesser demon lord’s heart.

In the end, he chose a tree of life seed from the elven era as compensation, also buying three heads from the five-headed hydra. He had already eaten an egg before and gained terrifying regeneration abilities, so he thought the price of two top-tier offerings was fair. The hydra bloodline was amongst the most powerful in all of Norland, gaining an extra head with each bloodline evolution. Six-headed hydras were already at the level of abyssal archlords, and there were rumours of the progenitor somewhere deep in the void with a full seven.

This purchase was a part of Prince Tumen’s plans. He wanted Richard to spend the offerings he hadn’t, which would help him get to a title that much faster.

## References

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 6
2. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 93
Secret Swords of Silvermoon

* ****Secret Swords of Silvermoon**** *-* a secret technique passed down from the shrine of **Alucia**, the Goddess of the Moon. Everytime the secret sword is used, a crescent moon mark with the color of the corresponding moon with appear on the forehead.It has seven swords:
	+ **Beheading Newmoon**: *It creates a blanket of scarlet moonlight that chopes silently at the opponent. (Red Moon)​​​​.*
	+ **Ring of Destiny:** *An attack that has to be executed with both hands and gathering of moonforce instead of internal energy, it covers an area around the user. (Amber Moon)*
	+ **Devout prayer**: *a skill that was equivalent to a cleric’s healing. The sword’s user could cast it upon themselves, or cast it on the sword’s target. (Green Moon)*
	+ **Annihilation**: *creates a crescent made of energy in the direction of the strike.(Azure Moon)*
	+ **Violet Moon**: *A single fast attack able to tackle quick opponents*.
	+ **Silver Moon**: *An attack that creates a spiral of endless attacks at the enemy*.
	+ **Gold Moon**: the strongest an most obscure skill.

## **References**

1. ↑ Book 1, Chapter 74
2. ↑ Book 5, Chapter 92
3. ↑ Book 2, Chapter 3
Zealor

## [source]

**Zealor** is the ultimate drone that the Broodmother Avatar created from Nyris' body and soul. It becomes the God of the Night Elves and eventually overthrows the World Tree of the Forest Plane.

## Plot

Because of his love toward Richard Archeron, she gave up her life by fusing his powerful darkthunder titan bloodline into the special unit that the broodmother’s clone had been making. As a result, she had also given up her womanhood, eliminating all gender to become a sexless being that was the only variant night elf under the name of Zealor.
Zawu

## [source]

“I hear you’re the boy Mountainsea wanted, she’ll be mine,” Zawu said coldly when they got on stage. However, Richard didn’t even pay attention to him; Insight was working to dig out as much information as he could from the barbarian’s body. Seeing this, Zawu growled in anger, softening his voice until only Richard could hear properly, “Once I win, I’ll fuck her to death! That bitch has never given me the respect I deserve!” 6;60

Zawu sneered and entered his fighting stance, roaring as giant phantoms of a black panther and a six-eyed boar appeared behind his body. He was the strongest barbarian of his generation, and the only one his age outside of Mountainsea who could use multiple totems at a time.

Two hours and thirty-seven minutes in, Zawu finally fell. The two strongest barbarian youths in Klandor had now fallen at Richard’s hands in succession, leaving even many of the older experts quivering in fear. Even as Richard left the battlefield, there were no signs of the weakness that was to come. Great Shaman Urazadzu’s long eyebrows were completely locked together.
Syon Lyer

Prince Syon Lyer was currently at his window, flipping through the latest collection of poems from Lithgalen’s premier bard. The work hadn’t yet been revealed to the greater world, and outside the King himself only a handful of royals had been given a copy of the draft for their opinions. The piece he was currently reading through talked about a battle during the heyday of the old empire, and the divine writing that contained the power of laws projected the scene directly into the reader’s mind.

This collection of poems was no less complicated than a powerful magic tome. It would take an enormous amount of time and energy to produce even one copy, so there wouldn’t be more than ten such handwritten manuscripts even once the poems were revealed to the world. However, ordinary elves couldn’t experience this power of law even if they had the manuscript, so it was useless to them. One needed to be a saint at minimum to even begin to understand.

## Plot

The Silent Forest was quickly awakened by a fierce battle call, the light breeze sending the bugle horns to every corner of the woods. Elven warriors stepped out for a moment upon hearing the call before heading back into their homes, donning their armour, sheathing their swords, and placing their longbows across their backs before bidding farewell to their families and rushing to the World Tree. Prince Syon was calling for his warriors to fight a powerful enemy.

Tens of thousands of high elven warriors gathered from all around, each level 10 or greater. An enormous flock of horned eagles was already flying in the sky, ready to transport the Prince’s warriors to the shoreline. Syon himself had worn a gorgeous suit of armour that almost looked like coloured glass, placing his famous two-handed sword on his back before getting on a white peacock with long tail feathers. This was his personal mount, one of the ten most powerful beasts in the empire.

Under the leadership of the white peacock, a large group of eagles circled around the World Tree one last time before flying to the east.

Three days later, shocking news arrived at the imperial palace. Syon, one of the ten most powerful elves in Lithgalen, had fallen to a human called Richard in battle. The human had then led a 5,000-man force to capture the Silent Forest, and was currently marching all the way to the imperial palace.
Solam Family

The **Solams** are a family of aristocratcs based in the northern region of the Sacred Tree Empire. They rule over a duchy under the empire.

The Solam Family had had eight centuries worth of history, significant even if they couldn’t be considered ancient.

## Members

### **Young Masters**

* Steven Solam
* Randolph Solam

## Army

* Luma
* Ramlon
	+ This was a level 17 warrior who had a high rank in the army.

## Plot

Richard was at the borders of the Solam lands even as Alice’s army just reached the Sacred Tree Empire. His quick march threw the Duke’s plans off completely, and the soldiers who were being gathered together had turned into easy targets to surround and kill. With the shadowspears needing barely three hours of rest a night and capable of going many days without sleep so long as they had food, he quickly conquered a small town on the edge of the dukedom and had the residents prepare food for his men. 6;72

10,000 elite knights had already been gathered at Duke Solam’s castle. The Duke himself was fully armed, personally looking over the regiment he was proudest of. The knights were divided into ten battalions, and the general in charge of each had the aura of a true warrior. A hundred rune knights sat off in another formation of their own, led by two saints in intimidating blacksteel armour.

It was almost completely silent in the square, but one could almost see the killing intent condensed within. All Solam could see was the countless souls that haunted each of his men, a testament to the number of lives they had reaped.

The Duke’s lips moved ever so slightly as he spoke in a voice so soft only he could hear, “I already defeated Niall. Archerons, it’s your turn!”

This army had never been dispatched for battle as of late, even when facing Alice. However, Solam now planned to use them to deal with Richard’s rune knights. 6;72

1. ↑ Book 1, Chapter 44
Lightning Destroyers

The lightning destroyers were a **collective group** of **ancient giants** with **many specific species** amongst them. With mythical star destroyers and powerful thunder titans, even the weak lightning giants could match up to dragons. One could only tell which specific bloodline they had once it advanced to the second stage, and Nyris had revealed the powerful darkthunder bloodline. This was a powerful existence even amongst the titans, making his future limitless.

**The bloodline of the Royal Family**

## Darkthunder

This was a powerful existence even amongst the titans.

Something strange had happened during the Fourth Prince’s blood awakening, and his personality had been twisted. The most striking of it all was the fact that his sexual preferences seemed to have changed.

**Nyris**
Steel Drake

Richard walked towards the portal to Norland in Bluewater Oasis, a giant shadow flitting across the sky above him and unloading hundreds of winter soldiers. These giant drones now came with steeds of their own, a new type of mount from the broodmother called the steel drake. These were similar in appearance to most earth-bound draconids, but at five metres tall towered over the average earth dragon. Their huge mouths could break a warhorse with a single bite, and their metal scales could survive attacks from anything below sainthood. The mounts themselves were level 16, so the combination could go toe to toe with even the best of rune knights.

Besides the winter soldiers were a thousand night elves, split into equal numbers of archers and druids. They had originally been meant to get rid of the reapers, with most of them perishing in that battle, but with the arrival of Asa and Greyhawk he could afford to place them in this battlefield instead. On the other hand, the slow but powerful knights wouldn’t be missed in Faelor; they simply couldn’t deal with the power of the reapers.

Before stepping through the portal, Richard hesitated and sent his summons once more. Thirty mantis-like drones flew up from one end of the city, rapidly landing before him in perfect formation. Each of these units was three metres tall and covered in bright metallic armour that could reflect most of the energy of the reaper beams. These units were overbearingly fast and powerful, their blades capable of stretching up to five metres away to slice spider warriors in two. They were the most optimised drones the broodmother had made to date, and were called the bladed hunters.

The hunters’ bodies were covered in complicated patterns, not for decoration but to act as something similar to natural runes. Although these things only had the power of an elementary rune, they were optimised to boost the power of the drones by nearly a fifth. This brought them to near-saintly powers.

The bladed hunters were a hidden card that Richard hadn’t used yet. He had planned to reserve them for the final battle against the reapers, but at this point he made a different decision as he imagined the map around Blackrose Castle. Laughing grimly at the crowd of troops that he would meet on the other side, he walked through with his elite army.
Thunder Cannon

## Description

The **Thunder Cannon** appeared to be a strange cannon with five barrels around it, but a handle and trigger in the middle revealed that it was actually a gun. It was almost two metres long. Just a cursory look showed that the machine weighed more than sixty kilograms, and apart from the barrels it also had a number of pipes and gears at the back that made it abundantly clear this wasn’t just a gun.

### **Basic Components**

It was reloaded with metal disks. With a copper body and iron components, and the pellets are a combination of lead and flexible steel. Most of the thunder cannon’s components turned out to be common materials, and considering that physical value alone a single one of Blackgold’s old two-barrelled rifle could make a dozen thunder cannons. However, he was the only one who could smith that rifle, while these components looked crude enough to have come from novice smiths. A single one didn’t even cost 10,000 gold coins, a number that would go down further at scale.

### **Upgraded Components**

The barrel needs to be made of frostiron, and some gears need to be made with high-carbon steel. It’ll go up to 20,000 gold each.

## Power

It had powerful attack force with enough force to harm even a rune knight. Richard quickly estimated the force of that shot, and from what he could tell it was just below harmful to a rune knight when they were armed with a shield. The knight would feel some numbness in the arm, but the damage could be recovered from in moments. However, this was just the beginning. The gears on the gun started screeching as they spun rapidly, the barrels rotating a sixth of a turn to reveal that there were actually six in total. When all of them are released, it was enough to kill many rune knights.

With such a high firing rate, it was formidable within its thirty-metre range. More importantly, it didn’t require much training to use either; the only limitation was that it needed warriors with enough strength to handle the recoil.

### **Reaper Upgrade**

The thunder cannons Richard brought out this time had been improved with reaper technology, using their propulsive bullets to achieve an enormous 500-metre range while still maintaining terrifying destructive ability. This was effectively bringing reaper technology to a fight in Norland, which quickly decimated the elven troops. Any hints of their former glory had soundly been destroyed at this moment.

This new thunder cannon wasn’t without its drawbacks. Its recoil was too high and ammunition too expensive, but Richard had decided that it would be better to respect the top-end power of the elves. Without any way right now to replicate the propulsive metal, any bullets used could never be recovered. However, the regular bullets with a 150-metre range would certainly not have been enough to soundly wipe out the frozen cavalry.

## **References**

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 89
2. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 90
3. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 90
4. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 98
Rhodey

**Grand Scholar Rhodey** is a member of the Scholars of Soremburg. He holds immense influence as a planar explorer.

Rhodey’s own demiplane was amongst the largest of the Scholars at fifty kilometres wide.

## Plot

While Richard was moving through the Forest Plane in search of a way to save his child, another individual was trudging through the void with just as much difficulty. Grand Scholar Rhodey had nearly forgotten how long he had travelled, time having blurred into one big slush of drudgery. There was just no keeping track of the number of energy storms and savage beasts he’d braved, but thankfully he was about to reach his destination.

In front of the Scholar was a curtain of clear blue light, looking absolutely tiny but actually spreading thousands of kilometres in each direction. This was the last obstacle to his goal, but the beautiful blue light was actually immensely dangerous. The radiance came from the Star of Destruction, and even a tiny bit on one’s body would result in death.

However, Rhodey didn’t hesitate in the slightest as he blinked to the other side. He started teleporting through the place repeatedly, taking great care to ensure that his destination was exactly as required. Even a tiny drift would leave him lost for anywhere from a few months to forever.

It took a few hours of travel, but once he was on the other side Rhodey heaved a sigh of relief. He was the only Scholar of Soremburg who could actually travel through this land of death, so failure here was the end. The Grand Scholar quickened his flight to arrive at a strange amalgamation of hundreds of landmasses that ranged from a few dozen kilometres wide to thousands, floating around with seemingly no pattern but rebounding occasionally off an invisible boundary.

The primal chaos that Rhodey wanted was actually the origin force that allowed the chaos beast to exist between order and chaos. It was far beyond mere knowledge of the alter world, which was why his greed had surprised the beast so greatly.

While an extradivine weapon was a significant boost to the Scholars, a boost to the soul would allow Rhodey to become the strongest of them and leave his mark on Norland’s history. However, neither held a candle to the enormous lighthouse that was information on the alter world. But then, what did the advancement of mankind really have to do with him?
Sisley Schumpeter

## [source]

**Sisley Schumpeter** is formerly member of Schumpeter family and currently a subordinate of Richard Archeron .

## Description

A beatiful girl with black hair, red eyes, snow-white skin and picturesque brows.She looked very similar to Sinclair, but their dispositions were black and white.

## Background

She and her sister Sinclair were called the ''*Flowers of Schumpeter family'*'.She betrayed her sister Sinclair by having her sent alone to a "*night party*" filled with old men where she lost her first time and was abused all night.

Yes, I betrayed her for my own safety. However, if I hadn’t done that *both* of us would have been forced to attend that goddamn ‘party’ night! At least one of us managed to escape!”

She was just too naive, so I sacrificed her to save myself.”

Richard shook his head, “So you betrayed your naive little sister instead of protecting her. Okay, let’s put that aside for now; what use does Dario think you have for me?”

“I’m pretty, talented, and can command troops in battle. Sinclair wasn’t as good as me in any of these aspects!” All of it was spoken in a single deep breath, Sisley’s eyes filled with the fear that Richard wouldn’t see the value in her.

## Plot

After Richard Archeron defeated Sinclair she informed him of Sisley and explained that she wanted her dead with all the elder of the family. Later Sisley tried to fight with Richard when he came to the Schumpeter's castle to taunt them but she was defeated miserably without any room to retaliate.

Within the room was a black-haired young lady kneeling on top of carpet, staring blankly out of the window in a daze. It was someone who had left a deep impression on him before, partly because of his past and partly because of a fight. Not only had he sent Sisley over as a peace offering, but he had also attached an enslavement scroll as well.

However, the only thing Sisley reminded him of was Sinclair, of that cruel and twisted girl with a cruel and twisted past. His heartstrings tugged as he caressed Extinction which was at his waist, unsure if this one had suffered the same fate. nslaving a beautiful and dangerous woman such as herself should have been an irresistible offer to any man, but Richard seemed unwilling to even use a free scroll on her. *Had she lost her allure? Was she worth less now than a mere scroll?*

After the Schumpeters were expelled from Faust she was offered to Richard as a tribute for him to leave their family alone. Richard originally wanted her to be sent back to her family but after Lina gently opposed Richard gave her a single chance to prove her worth. Sisley might not be worth that much, but the prospect of peace with him was. Even Alice and Goliath were only earls. Gaton himself had taken three years of constant warfare to become a Marquess.

1. ↑ 5;22
Morale

Richard knew that the best way to maintain army morale was by keeping them warm and well-fed, so he spared no expense in doing just that.

The round of inspection proved Richard’s conjecture to a degree he hadn’t even hoped for; every soldier was laughing happily while talking to comrades, and there wasn’t the slightest of annoyance from having marched such a long way only to turn back.
Zykrama

This snowy mountain was rumoured to be the land where the Beast God had killed the Lady of Winter, leaving divine power flowing through the land. So long as one could withstand the debilitating cold, their bodies would grow tougher very quickly.

However, the cold wasn’t just physical; the power there could freeze the very soul. Even worse, this freezing power would grow more focused the longer one trained. It even numbed the mind, leaving one unable to tell the danger they were in until it was too late. Thus, only those with a powerful will could last there for any stretch of time.

One day sleeping there is equal to half a month’s practice from a normal warrior [6;64]
Weiss Hasting

Weiss hated the Archerons to the core, but still managed to retain his conceit even after being forced to flee through the night. The youth had actually refused ardently, only agreeing after a full day of effort. The mage hoped to find those in the Sacred Tree who had masterminded this whole thing, passing the responsibility off to them. When the time came, they would be the one dealing with the wrath of both Richard and Hasting.

“So this is where you were running. And here I was, wondering if I’d lost my prey,” an eerie voice suddenly rang through the forest.

All colour immediately drained from the old mage’s face. He shouted for the guards to defend as a tanned man walked out from the nearby woods, possessing a pair of amber eyes with vertical slits for pupils. His long, thick hair was tied into a braid, and he had two longswords on his back.

“Ghoul!” the old mage was stunned by the sight.

“Mm, it’s me. Do you still plan to resist? With just two saints and a grand mage?” the assassin scoffed.

“Is Nightblade not afraid of Master Hasting’s wrath? You should be aware of the consequences; the Hasting Family can pay you just as much as the Archerons would.”

“Just as much? As the Archerons? There aren’t many families on this continent who dare to say such things, don’t tell me you actually don’t know the price for this brat’s head.”

“Indeed, even I was shaken by the number,” a hoarse voice rang out nearby.

Ghoul frowned and jumped back, “Blood Axe! I was here first!”
Size

Demons, titans, dragons… they all used size to contain their sheer strength.

Humans preferred maintaining their original size, but even so when someone focused on strength became legendary, their body would grow. The physically strongest human powerhouse to date, Emperor Philip, resembled a small hill. Although most human legends focused on the power of laws, that could still be overcome with enough brute force.
Zangru Baruch

* First
* Asura

* Waterflower
* Phaser Repersie
* Gangdor
* Tiramisu
* Olar

**Secondary**

* Zendrall
* Kellac
* Ironshield

## [source]

**Zangru Baruch** was born as a demigod of the Wargod, Lutheris. He is also the bastard prince of King Anwod of the Baruch Kingdom.

Broodmother offered to make him a mortal by combining him with the special unit "Asura". This way, he will be bound not to Richard but to the Broodmother

## Description

A face of cold beauty. He looked rather feminine with his long black hair. After it was cut to hair length, wore black robes. Had purplish-black blood.

## Background

Zangru had been gifted from the moment of his birth, the will of Lutheris blessing him the instant he had been cut off from his mother. Zangru’s blood was dense with the blood of the Wargod himself. The only reason he hadn’t taken the throne already was the fact that he had been born of supposed adultery.

The youth had divine blood flowing through his veins, giving his body a natural healing factor that was faster than spells from most priests.

However, it became an antithesis for a being with an incomplete soul. As a result, he felt pained by the divinity of other denominations.

## Plot

After Zangru took Richard's slave contract, he followed him into numerous wars throughout the Archeron's personal planes. First, it was for the rise of the Crimson Dukedom, then the consolidation of Richard's rule as head of the Archerons. He travelled with them as a follower.

## Weapon

Wargod Divine Set - offered to the Eternal Dragon. The day he was besieged by numerous grand mages and saints, Zangru Baruch had lost this and the helmet in his bid to escape. The tools then fell into Raymond’s hands, naturally passed onto Richard when he decimated Raymond’s troops. Although Faelor’s divine artefacts could not compare to those of the Eternal Dragon, the weapons from a greater god of war were still more powerful than many legendary-grade weapons.

* Wargod’s Shield
* Wargod’s Helmet
* Wargod's Axe

Zangru had repurposed himself over time. His body now looked more feminine than ever, having grown enchanting ever since the broodmother managed to get him to the legendary realm. He was currently playing with a tiny lizard in his hands, not a pet but the evolution of his weapon. It was hard to tell whether it was an independent being, but it had strength approaching a sky-saint on its own.
Zendrall

## [source]

**Zendrall** is a necromancer from Faelor that first confronted the Broodmother in confrontation. After coming to an agreement, Richard Archeron took him in as a follower out of respect as fellow inquisitive minds. Unlike other followers, he isn't bound by a slave contract but only through an oath to serve faithfully.

After the rise of the Crimson Dukedom, Zendrall was in-charge of the war effort against the church with Kellac. Zendrall and Kellac were tasked with conquering the churches of the highland barbarian plains, while Gangdor led the charge against large armies.

## Description

He looks at least thirty years old. The unkempt hair, dark circles, and pale skin would leave a deep impression on anyone, and his robes were so filthy that it was impossible to tell what they once looked like. His lips were dried out, looking an ashen green. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would seem no different from a zombie himself.

The necromancer was still extremely formal and distant, unlike the other followers who had it in themselves to joke around in front of Richard.

lv 17 [7;63]

## Feats (Temporary)

Zendral is currently able to summon a hundred undead knights all at level 16.

Richard’s followers hadn’t stopped advancing as he did either. Gangdor was already a saint, while Kellac and Zendrall had hit level 16. Tiramisu had advanced once more only a year ago, and was now a terrifying level 19. Only Phaser and Olar were left, both stuck at level 17, but the difference was that Olar was limited by talent and his choice of being both an archer and bard while Phaser was actually using the broodmother’s help to suppress her growth. The broodmother could implant a number of abilities directly into her body to boost the saint ability she would get, but that needed level 10. 6;9

 Necromancer Lvl 13
 Necromancer Lvl 16
 Necromancer Lvl 17

## Abilities

* Fear
* Summon Undead
* Summon Undead Knight
* Dark fog covered one section of the battlefield as Zendrall finished his summoning array, undead knights walking out one after the other. There were more than a hundred at level 16, a force that was much more impactful than a single grand mage. level 18, regressed to level 14 and regained.
Wyverns

Wyverns were much faster and more resilient than griffins. The only issue was their ferocity and lack of stability during a flight, and the stench of their bodies that made them unlikeable to nobility.

Before long-distance transmissions were a thing, griffins and wyverns had been the most popular method of travel. However, even now griffins were preferred for their convenience and cost; many would rather run to their destinations on foot than have portals set up. Only very important items were transmitted via magic.
Theodore

## [source]

A professor at Deepblue
a follower of 3 religions
used to be a talented mage, but became a cleric instead to continue his research

Richard only learnt afterwards that Theodore wasn’t a mage. He was instead a cleric around level 16 or 17. The Deepblue was a world of mages, so it was rather strange to have someone divine here. What’s more, Theodore wasn’t of one faith. He worshipped three different gods, somehow not having their faiths clash with each other. It allowed him to cast divine spells from three systems, giving him power surpassing clerics at the same level. But as Richard thought about it, and with prior knowledge he gained from various books, he realised that the only way to have three or more faiths was to cheat.

He could cheat the gods? And three of them at that? This fact alone told Richard that Theodore was no simple man.

Theodore had once said that faith was like a noose, one end tied to the worshipper’s neck and the other in the hands of the god. The deeper one’s faith, the tighter this noose was. A fanatic worshipper’s prayers could be heard by their deity word for word, and the Highland Wargod wasn’t a tolerant deity. Even losing his own power and prestige, he would strike down those who betrayed him. This method that had come from the false priest was very effective at identifying those with the strongest faith using their own god’s hand.[6;29]

Theodore is recognized as the author of "Beneath a Divine Throne", a guide on stealing divinity from deities per Richards recollection to Zangru on book 4, Chapter 141.

"If you believe you are devout, then that is what you are; it has nothing to do with your actions" - Theodore.
Senma

## [source]

**Senma**, also known as the Blood Paladin, is a member of Gaton's Thirteen. She chose to follow Richard after Gaton and the others were lost in the Rosie Plane.

She became a sky saint after following Richard.

## Appearance

The woman was relatively pretty, even a little sultry, with her eyes moving flirtatiously. She looked around 20, her brown bob cut making her appear playful yet experienced. Her whole body was fitted comfortably in the chair, legs resting on the table. Of course, her thighs just *had* to be exposed. The fair and delicate-looking skin seemed extra-desirable under the golden light of the sun.

She appeared pretty laid back under the purposefully-strengthened daylight of Faust, like she could fall asleep at any time. The sword that she left leaning against the armrest of the chair was slowly slanting away, seeming like it could fall and collapse on the worn floor any time.

## Description

Responsible for the Resting Orchid Plane

A Blood Paladin lance user.

a pale red glow appeared on her blade as she slashed towards the ground below. The crimson energy shot out towards its target

The Dark Priest and the Blood Paladin had great chemistry in battle, and both could sustain great damage before they lost their abilities. 5;74

One of Gatons followers

In her opinion, wealth and power were the most attractive aspects in a man. Physical beauty was a good thing, but it wasn’t a major issue. However, this youth in front of her was strong, handsome, *and* wealthy enough to pay 12 million just to transfer soldiers. 5;53

Both Senma and Asiris were people Gaton had relied on to hold off planes against enemies. They had sound fundamentals in war theory

Followed Gaton for a set of armor The most impressive fact about it was the sheer lack of coverage everywhere except at the breasts. The material wasn’t bad, but the enchantments were quite mediocre and the boost to her defences was surprisingly low. This was a superior-grade set that could only be considered borderline epic at best.

Senma was quite powerful in battle, by no means just a pretty vase. That was evident in the fact that Gaton assigned her to guard the Resting Orchid Plane by herself. Even if this was a small plane, it was a plane nevertheless. To obtain all that for just a single set of armour was an amazing deal.

And became Richard follower for 5 sets of armour

[after some adjustments by senma] the armour was more eye-catching, sure, but that was at the cost of a comprehensive design in its abilities. The sub-legendary set had been mutilated, now no different from any other epic equipment.

It was only now that he understood just why her old armour had been so pitiful. Of course Gaton wouldn’t give his followers such flashy things for no reason, this was all her work. Still, it was her business what she chose to do with it. No matter what had been done to the armour, the intended effects were achieved: Senma was now formally a follower of his.

## References

1. ↑ 5;53
2. ↑ 5;54
Twin of Destiny

The **Twins of Destiny** are two legendary staffs that are currently owned by Richard Archeron and Flowsand.

## Description

Formerly owned by high priestess Ferlyn, they were used by her during her travels throught out the myriad planes. Are part of the reason she was called the *two-face mirror*, proficient in the attack and healing.

## Appearance

Both were about a metre long, made of gold and shaped more like sceptres. The tip of each held the carving of an angel, but both angels only had a single wing. The wing on the left one was feathery white (Flowsands), while the other was fleshy black (Richards').

## Abilities

Comparable to divine items, they has six enchantments and On top of that, both had their own emphases. The white-winged staff greatly strengthened buffing spells, while the dark-winged one empowered all sorts of attacks and curses. These staffs were basically a permanent boost to one’s magic.
Magic Soul

A magic soul wasn’t a soul in the traditional sense, but it wasn’t much different from an actual soul. The circumstances around one’s birth were vaguely understood at best, and it was mostly left up to luck. However, a magic soul contained intellect that would turn a regular artefact into a true divine tool. This soul was also the basis of crafting grade 5 runes.

While there were runes like Lifesbane that could compare to grade 4 runes while still at grade 3, the same did not hold true for the difference between grade 4 and 5. While Crimson Inferno was extremely powerful, there still wasn’t a single grade 5 rune that was objectively worse than it. Every magic soul was extremely valuable, worth at least a greater offering; even a newborn could be sold for at least five million gold once it was stripped from its source. There were many talented youths who would never earn that much in their lives. 7;50
Ogres

He had always thought they were single unified races, but she mentioned a dozen sub-species of dwarves and more than thirty types of barbarians. 6;7

Ogres were rumoured to have descended from valley giants, an extremely powerful race of beings most of whom were taller than twenty metres. Valley giants could throw multiple tonnes of stone kilometres into the sky, making them a perennial nemesis of dragons, but once they evolved they stood a chance to become even more powerful. A valley lord was a terrifying being that stood almost a hundred metres tall, one punch capable of annihilating legendary dragons.

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 36
Mesmerwing

## [source]

Kralkalor was circling up above in the sky, roaring in anger ever so often. Every roar caused the draconians down below to shudder in fear; he had been violent and temperamental in recent days, killing his subordinates regularly. Every glance at the mountains of materials reminded him of the huge debt that he had just incurred from Bahamut; he would lose his beloved mate if he could not repay in time.

Mesmerwing wasn’t only a beauty in the draconic world, but also held a powerful bloodline. Her descendants were destined to be powerhouses, and in only a year she would go into heat— something that only happened once in three decades. Kralkalor only had one thing in mind; he had to kill all of the humans in Faelor and hope they had enough resources to pay off Bahamut. Reneging was not an option; Bahamut was a powerful existence on par with Tiamat that he was far from being able to contend with.

1. ↑ Book 7, Chapter 136
Rainbow Lands

There were precedents of three primary planes joining the same battlefield of despair. The Rainbow Lands had been one such place, but in merely a century of constant battle the plane had been completely destroyed. The name came from the various colours of blood that had seeped right into the earth, dying the world the colours of the rainbow.

However, that was when all three planes were fighting each other. *If any two allied…* There was no telling what would happen next.
Holy Dew

Richard immediately got up, wincing in pain as a whiff of white smoke floated up from the wound. The thick, milky liquid was filled with divine energy; feeling its power, he could tell that it was a concentrated dose of holy water called holy dew. The healing effects were stronger than most divine spells, with the only cost being the acute pain. Richard saw his own chest healing rapidly, not so much as a single scar being left behind. v5ch41

The vial was about half-filled with a murky liquid, minced pieces of flesh still floating on top. The grinding process clearly hadn’t been seen to completion.

The thick, milky liquid was filled with divine energy; feeling its power, he could tell that it was a concentrated dose of holy water called holy dew. The healing effects were stronger than most divine spells, with the only cost being the acute pain.

This old man had clearly wasted the holy dew just so he didn’t dig out that mysterious drug once he could move. The divine energy would also speed up his absorption of the drug, so even if he cut open his abdomen it would be of no use. 5;41

That was the essence of a sksar ursa warlord!”

“What?!” Richard cried out in surprise, jumping up from the table only to lose his footing for a moment, “It can’t be…”

“Hehehe, yes! It’s the refined essence of an ursa warlord’s penis! This one was actually from one of their chiefs and in perfect condition, the effect will last forever!” Lawrence was beaming with excitement as he patted Richard’s shoulder with pride, “Go, you are now a man among men! Use this power to turn those bitches upside down! Let them know Saint Lawrence doesn’t play tricks, even if I’m not on the frontlines they will still suffer a crushing defeat!” Saint Lawrence.
Tanir

Arriving at the first sign of civilization in this barren wasteland, Richard stopped to observe before he walked in. The place wasn’t big, with only about a hundred buildings, and most houses had just four walls and a roof. Even the biggest building, a two-storey commercial place of some sort, looked shabbier than Norland’s slums.

It was instead the translucent black barrier that piqued his interest. It wasn’t nearly as simple as he’d first assumed, and the colour came from the fact that it was blocking the distortion in the laws all around it in the same way as a Lighthouse of Time could. Within the curtain, the town was clearly much more comfortable for beings of order.

A group of people walked out from the town, four human and three other humanoids with bestial heads and tentacled front limbs. Richard recognised them as the tanir, a void-faring race known for their stealth and teleportation abilities. They formed the bulk of void pirates and thieves, having raided a number of demiplanes and secret stores. The presence of tanir was eye-opening. This was a race rather similar to dragons in that they reproduced slowly, but their individuals were generally very powerful.
Rislant

## [source]

Rislant’s silver hair almost stood on end as he clutched the armrest of his chair tightly

Marquess Rislant was a famous general of the Iron Triangle Empire in the north, nearly undefeated in his entire life. At level 17, he was known for his tyrannical strength and the power of his subordinates. Bivier being under him now was a surprise.

However, the Iron Triangle Empire was a significant distance away from the Bloodstained Lands, separated by two duchies. Because of that, neither Devon nor Amon grew afraid as they continued struggling for the box.
Rosanne

“Dear Richard Archeron, I’ve heard that Nyris is under the protection of your family, and you are willing to bear the responsibilities. You definitely wouldn’t reject Her Excellency Rosanne’s request to compare magical abilities; I have attached with this letter some information on Her Excellency, and the bet for this battle will be a top-tier offering.

“Yours Sincerely,

Prince Tumen.”

Just like Richard, Rosanne was a level 21 legendary mage, but she had more than forty years of experience in the realm and was someone who forged herself through battle. Richard crumpled up the letter and threw it into the wastebasket, following the same arrangements as the previous day and beginning to process the heart of the valley lord so it could increase his vitality. This wasn’t an easy task, requiring skill in both magic and alchemy.

He only managed to finish the task during midnight the next day, stowing the heart away with care before he picked up Moonlight and left the Forest Nymph for the same arena he had now been to twice. With only an hour left to the battle, he had to be slightly faster than before.

This time, the arena shook continuously for a while before settling down. However, just like before, Richard left with another magic-sealing case.

3rd challenger
Mana

**Mana** is the term to represent the magical power possessed by mages who needs it to use spells.

## Description

Mana was said to be the main source for practitioners to rely on while using the spells. A mage's mana is often collected and reserved carefully and later used whenever the mage finds a need for it. Spells have different levels and the amount of mana required is one of the determining factors. Mages with a greater mana capacity are able to cast higher leveled spells. The lack of control of the mana inside a body will cause it to harm the owner. this can happen when a spell casting is disturbed.

Mana is a formative force, not a combative one; without spells or other special conditions (such as Mana Armament) it can't fight against other forces such as the internal energy of warriors.

## Mechanics

Mana is used to power the spells cast by mages. Without mana, mage can't cast their spells. after consuming almost all their mana, mages will feel exhausted and their breathing will become ragged. This is a symptom of mana exhaustion. further use of mana under such circumstances might cause harm to the mage's body and/or life force. In order to quickly regain the expended mana they have used up, a mage must rest or use specific substances such as potions or high nutrition foods (eg hydra egg).

## Trivia

Other forces such as mana include internal energy (used by warriors) and Power of the soul
Toruch Vyan

**Viscount Toruch Vyan**, nephew of Duke Vyan who currently commands the southern forces of the Sacred Tree Empire. An ally of Duke Solam. Sent to investigate Minnie's murder of Steven and was sent to Richard.

The envoy turned out to be a young noble, the silver feathers on his collar making it clear that he was a viscount himself. This clearly wasn’t a throwaway messenger, and strangely enough he didn’t seem the slightest bit fearful either.
Souls

The soul was still a mystery to Norland. Generations of legendary mages had thrown themselves at the topic, but the results of their research were meagre and didn’t progress general understanding significantly. Even the gods who used souls didn’t know the working of the process, only able to access it through their connection to the plane.

## Norland

A legendary mage had once said that souls were the most powerful energy source in the world. However, his research in that direction hadn’t gotten very far when his laboratory had been turned to dust in an accident. The explosion had been so powerful that the entire lesser plane the laboratory was located in had been blasted apart, killing all life on it.

Another renowned mage called Garillo had been performing research on the creation of souls, claiming that a complete soul would allow him to create entirely new races whose every attribute he could control. However, he had left for the depths of the void before he finished his research, deciding to complete his work so far away that he could never return to Norland. He had left an open letter to the public whose words had been carved into the minds of many mages, “I do not know what lies behind this veil. There might be nothing, or the secret to all existence, or an unstoppable monster that will destroy everything, but I cannot resist the urge to part it.”

## Overview

Richard recalled the underground shrine belonging to the Lady of the Night. The defences there had left even Runai at a loss; the Goddess of Time had known exactly where it was, but couldn’t enter despite her best efforts. The core of that array was composed of once-living servants who acted as both conduits and energy sources; an arrangement that had powered the defences for centuries.

### **Abilities**

Some souls have hidden abilities that they can unlock as time passes. The stronger the soul, the higher the possibility of it hiding a great ability. If this essence really can unlock a soul’s power, then it is invaluable to the right people.

Very few souls actually have any powers to unlock. If the soul itself isn’t strong enough, one might end up using this for nothing.

Items that boosted the soul depended quite heavily on luck sometimes, so any success was worth it.
Timeforce

Timeforce was ethereal and omnipresent.

The biggest danger of losing oneself to a feeling of altered time was that one’s soul would age accordingly. The body would be fine, but when the will driving it started to crumble apart there would be nothing he could do.

## Current of Time

A current of timeforce contained terrifying energy that even an epic being would be unable to withstand. It could force hundreds of thousands of years to pass by in an instant, turning anyone to dust. Only a master of both space and time could survive in such a location.

However, there hadn’t been a single individual in Norlandic history that had mastered spacetime entirely. From another perspective, the concept of levels of realms simply couldn’t fathom a being of such power. In the end, that only meant the Eternal Dragon was the only way he could acquire activated ember essence.