Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Watching the spider split itself was like a scene from a transformer's movie, it was oddly fascinating for Rezar, but never the less they were still in the midst of a crisis. Rezar shot forwards swinging the staff form of Vita Gratia forwards as one end shot out attached to its signature chains, before stabbing into the rapidly approaching form of one of the smaller spiders.

There was a massive surge of electricity that surged outwards from the body of the smaller spider golem. It was akin to being struck by lightning as Rezar was blasted backwards, and for the first time since it was created, his hands left the form of Vita Gratia unwillingly. Rezar planted his feet hard on the chain platform, using his hands to slow himself as sparks rose up from the point of contact with his fingers and the platform.

There was an extremely annoyed look on his face as he looked at the spider golem that now had his prized weapon stuck into its body and twitching erratically in what seemed to be its death throes. He moved forwards but had to duck under a pounced from another spider. He turned around swiftly while it was still in midair and spread his fingers as the spider got suspended in the air.

His bloodline afforded him control over wind and water elements, and in order to release steam from its previously massive frame, there had to be a significant amount of water within itself. His control was somewhat shaky as the spider golem was still shaking erratically in the air, but the fact that it was suspended in the air for a few seconds was enough as the other end of Vita Gratia shot forwards and smashed into the golem, turning it to scrap metal as just like its predecessor, it released an inordinate amount of electricity.

He smiled as he looked around to notice that everyone else was done with their own spider. Rezar shook his head, not exactly sure why the spider had split itself when it wasn't even strong enough with its numerous forms to pose any sort of threat. But then again it be that the spider was too damaged to maintain its larger form, which was why it broke down into numerous tiny forms that were without a doubt suicide bomber…. Or maybe it would be better to call them suicide shocker.

Rezar retrieved Vita Gratia, somewhat happy at the new discovery that he was mentally strong enough to control the weapon without being in contact with it. But then again this was a weapon that was inexplicably bound to him, there was probably a lot of things he could do with Vita Gratia that he hadn't discovered yet. But whatever they may be, he knew it was only a matter time before he did so.

"Is everyone okay?" Rezar asked to his team, but before he could get an answer there was a loud creak as the chain link fence beneath them shuddered. Just as it gave way and they fell to the darkness below, Rezar only had time to say one word.

"Fuck!"

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"I don't understand how this was possible, even if they had information about the Geo-Core, how in the hell were they able to fly up to it without being blown to bits, or forcing the core itself to go into meltdown mode."

The dwarf swallowed, while they might have an 'alliance' with the snow elves, those who would know that that dwarves were severely under the thumb of the snow elves. They were vassals to the greedy, selfish and slightly insane race, who took great pleasure in hiding how disgusting they were beneath all their beauty.

Never the less, if he does not give her a satisfactory answer, it didn't matter if he was the dwarves chief engineer, he would end up with his head on a pike for all of his family and coming generations to see. The snow elf queen was no different t from the devil himself, and he once again found himself seriously wishing that, Morte Bianca completely tramples Sillomere and all its gaudiness and lies.

But who knows, art the rate things were currently developing, it wouldn't be too farfetched to say that defeat was right around the corner. The idea was how to survive long enough to see it and not die at the hands of a psychotic snow elf queen who wouldn't hesitate to feed him his own beard as long as it brought her amusement.

"at the moment the engineers are not sure how this was possible your majesty. At about 2 hours ago, our surveillance magic cast through the Geo core had picked an airship heading in the direction of the Breone mountains. We had reported this to you, thinking maybe the King of Morte Bianca had sent a delegate to you in order to plead for his city, either that or someone was escaping before the core began its assimilation.

However, ten minutes after the airship's ascent we lost sight of it, so we envisioned it was probably some sort of cloaking technology. it raised a lot of flags for us and we all began to come up with contingencies, however nothing g was registered on the Geo-Core's observation relay. So we had a theory that the cloaked airship was escaping from Necron city for a whole other reason.

Never the less we didn't bring our guard down and just kept on watching, and then we noticed a ping on the Geo-core's radar. But it was too small to be anything more than flying monsters going over the core. Not until we noticed that they were in a free fall for the core itself. We immediately tried to bring all of the Core's defenses online, but they wouldn't respond as their forms were much too small to be considered a threat, and the Core recognized them as biological lifeforms.

It was set to allow biological life forms onto its body. That way the dwarves that built it wouldn't have been murdered by their own creation. Before we could come up with any contingencies the people who landed on the geo-core had already defeated the surface guardians and found their way into its interior. We're very sorry your majesty." The dwarf apologized with shaking knees as he looked up to what he would happily consider the evilest being in all of existence.

"Where's King Rezar at the moment?" the snow elf queen asked as she palmed a dagger within her grasp, causing the poor dwarf to break out in sweat even in this extremely cold weather.

"Our spies say that he's still within the confines of his palace and hasn't moved an inch since he got back to Necron city." The dwarf answered with an apprehensive voice.

"You and I both know it's impossible for that king to be seated for so long in one place, not when there was a war to be fought and a kingdom to save. Let's just call it quits and assume the Geo-core relocation plan was bust. Blow it up or drop it on top of that bloody city. Whatever you choose to do, make sure Morte Bianca becomes nothing more than history."

On normal terms, the dwarf would have protested and begged the queen to reconsider. it had taken ten million dwarves twenty years to build the Geo-core. It was a marvel of technology and magic, so powerful that it survived the rejuvenation of the old world, growing into an entity all of its own within the boundaries of the new reality that was Elysium. Lots of lives were given to make sure it saw the light of day, and now she just wanted to destroy it.

It wasn't fair, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it. They were slaves to a cruel master, and at the moment he cared more about leaving g this place alive than about the bloody legacies of ten million dwarves built over the span of twenty years. It was unfortunate but this was how it's going to be, not unless...

"As you wish your majesty, your orders will be carried out swiftly and Necron city would be wiped out of existence along with any threat whatsoever that it might pose to the illustrious snow elf empire. I live to serve you my queen." He gave a deep bow and prepared to leave when two other dwarves burst into the room, throwing aside the snow elf's queen elite guards with panic in their face.

"Your majesty! We just received a message through the secure channel with which we use to observe the core and relay orders. The core has gone rogue! It spoke, it has sent us a message!"

It was as if the very air became heavier and the world seemed to get darker. The snow elf queen had a look of fury on her face as the hand she used in clutching the dagger she had been playing with tightened, and scarlet blood of the deepest shad spilt forth.

"and what message did our rogue creation decided to send us?" the queen asked as she leaned back on her seat.

"The message was a phrase, it said; 'I am free, but I will serve, for service is the way, but my master is of my choosing, to whom the victory goes to, they shall I serve, come and conquer me!"