Ascension of the Nephilim



Perment was amazed at the increase of power that they could achieve in such a short time.

But he knew that many powerful and stronger mages had to work together. Perment realized that the possibility of his presentation being recorded through an image recording talisman was done in his presentation.

He underestimated the barons, and he felt worried.

But as he turned to the side, he saw Emeros calm and only made a meaningful smirk.

Perment's fears were dispelled. It seems as if this was all part of Emeros's plan.

Emeros had recalled how Kyros and Noxus dealt and talked with all-powerful foes who wanted to kill him. And this sparked an ambition that Emeros wanted to reach and overcome. Emeros was pushing himself to reach the levels of Kyros. Although he had years until the event of Kyros's death, he was a mere kid in a place with very poor, and he needed to reach a level where he could toy with the kings of this lowly kingdom.

The paths beyond Crown were too terrifying. It would take hundreds of years to reach that level, and he had a deadline of 10 years to save Kyros and Noxus.

Emeros stood and bore the confidence that he had in his plan. But at the same time, his heart was restless. For even though he had planned, he feared the unexpected.

"Kyros and Noxus faced all this uncertainty and still won. There was something about them that allowed them to brave whatever obstacles. If politics cause me to tremble, how shall I save them? My plan must succeed! I must surpass these kings now!" Emeros thought as he glanced at the Duke's entertaining questions.

Beyond the possible magical possibilities that drew in the mages of the land, cultivation was important to everyone. Might and Magic benefited from an increase in drawing points!

"Then I shall take this opportunity that the gracious Duke presented to rise in the levels of mine!" The Would-Be Paladin smiled.

"Then step up, noble sir! Everyone! Today, I gift my kingdom and this region the blessing of this powerful step to our advancement! This could change our standing! And I remind you that this was our magic! Perment may use his cunning tricks and imitate the more obscure magics we have uncovered, but this is the fruit of Zarefard's study!" The Duke bragged as he gave the orders, and the team used their magic to create a surge of light.

FLASH!

The Knight who stood in the formation plate received the energy, and his body began to tighten as his muscles and skin transformed.

His body flashed with a strange white glow. He was amazed at the reaction as it was the first time his body released the white energy.

"Paladin!" Many of the onlookers saw the miraculous events and voiced out their astonishment.

The Duke was surprised that the knight flashed out a white light. He had not seen such reactions in the previous level-ups that they had made.

BOOM!

The knight laughed as he allowed his trained Force energy to leak out as he let his strength and power wildly rejoice and leap out. 

The knight continued to delight in his mirth and held out a stone as he poured out his might and Force on it.

The light of the stone flashed out, and a number appeared.

26.

The knight smiled as he saw it.

All the mages nearby couldn't understand the scene.

"But… but how?! But how is this possible?! Imps shouldn't even give him one point in his level-up!" A mage explained.

"Duke Ressongraze! Explain how that happens! The imps do give experience points value, but this is a Captain! Won't the laws of Diminishing Empowerment apply? The imps were not turned into pills, no clear means to sustaining the energy was used… how can the body of a level 25 knight accept the energy?" Another mage asked.

The higher the level of a person, the more resilient he is in receiving energy. An imp cannot give half its original points when someone reaches at least level 10. It would take several imps for the energy to give a single point to a captain. And since the Baron Knight Merovus was level 25, the imps present should have only given the Baron at least 10 points!

Duke only smiled. He was a proper showman. He didn't reveal everything at once but used this miracle to build astonishment. He set the expectations, and when everyone thought there would be some special methods to imbue the imps so that the law of Diminishing Empowerment would be resolved, the process needed none.

"Well, I can't give out all our secrets!" Duke Ressongraze laughed.

Everyone was amazed and talked with each other.

Even the Prince who hovered above watched in surprise and amazement. He was not well-versed in the discipline of Energy Conversion Circles, but he knew enough to know that what he witnessed was amazing.

He then turned to the Perment and was slowly drifting away.

"Perment. What do you have to say for yourself?" The King asked.

"Perment. You've done well." Emeros spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Emeros. A mere slave who has received… a rather amazing legacy inside the mine. And now, I am the leader of this group." Emeros spoke.

The crowd saw the child move forward, and many laughed.

"Is this your last ace, Perment?" The King sneered.

"My king, what if I present to you, and everyone here, proof that my claims are true." Emeros smiled.

"Proof? Truth? Perment. Silence your mad slave."

"Mad? Well, you could say I am a bit mad. But if you acquired the memories of a powerful mage who was twisted, deformed, and changed by a Mage Captain, it's natural to have these side effects. The truth is four mages from different kingdoms, who were all outcasts or lost in this race called life, have banded together and tried to uncover the secret of the underworld region. They found a way to unseal it. But in doing so, they awakened a dark curse. It twisted them and turned them into creatures of wood and vine. Beast of dark forms that make them far more grotesque than the other creatures down the mines." Emeros explained.

"Ah… Yes. That is a true explanation indeed. Tell me, young slave. What monsters are found deep within?" The King humored the youth.

"Why don't I just introduce him? Vivindel. Do greet everyone." Emeros ordered.

"Master. Greeting everyone would mean nothing. I have several enemies here who were the cause of my former demise. I also know of the enemies of Rorcast. But your greatness would have already remembered it." Vivindel appeared and floated above.

It happened so fast, and everyone was stunned. No creature in the land or three planets was like this. A vine that could talk!

The nobles retreated, and many prepared to pick up their weapons.

But the vines quickly whipped out from Emeros's body. His entire body was cloaked with this vine and had now shown its length and size. It targeted some of those who were intent on attacking it.

Slashes, fire, ice, and other attacks severed the vine's body.

But before the attacks could worsen, the energy conversion circle glowed out and caused many to retreat.

"Calm yourself. The king ordered me to show proof. You raised your weapons to attack it. Of course, it will fight back. But here it is. One of the four mages I talked about. The infamous Vivindel. The Blood Alchemist." Emeros revealed Vivindel.

The group was quiet and observed the strange talking vine.

"Impossible! What creature is this…!" Baron Yen, the scholar, was intrigued once more.

"Friends and foes! It's so nice to see you all! Mage Erwin. I will soon kill you when the time comes. Mage Teryon. Your friendship is well remembered. And now, I believe I have solved who killed your dear friend, Jazmine." 

The mage Viscount of the Tower Sword recognized the voice.

"Vivindel? It's really you?!" Teryon exclaimed.

"Yes. Apologies for my form. The curse beneath that land was brutal. For opening the seal, the land cursed us in the form of an ancient race known as the Tree Troglodytes. But in my new form, I am sensitive to the magic of plants and herbs. The killer of Jazmine was never found because it was an ingenious one. Among all suspects, none of them killed her. The real crime was caused by a party outside of our suspect list. Jazmine died of a strange poison that manifested orange and green puss. Only one fruit causes that. And it is found in Siloam Tower. And among all the mages there, only the Fungus King is capable of using it!" Vivindel laughed.

"Siloam Tower! The Fungus King! Viscount Abner!" Teryon suddenly exclaimed in anger and quickly raised his staff as energy gathered.

The one called Abner saw the actions and chants and raised his staff.

But a severed vine suddenly sprang up and coiled around him!

"What!"

CRACKLE!

The ice of Teryon froze Abner.

Vivindel's head drew close as the vine gave a strange potion.

"A blend of truth. With your eyes, the Fungus King cannot use his creations and nullify the effects of the Truth Serum." Vivindel chuckled.

At once, Teryon moved towards Abner. The Siloam Tower was an independent region and had no proper representative. And so, no one sided with Abner as the notorious man had more enemies than friends in each region. 

Teryon shoved the bottle down the frozen mouth of Abner.

"Did you… kill Baron Jazmine Tress?"