Eldritch Creature's Guide

3 Weeks Later, Northern Ocean Area, 11th Floor of the Tower

[User Samiel Zentaur has reached Level 44.]

[Proficiency with Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte has been increased by 1%.]

[Proficiency with Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte has been increased by 1%.]

[Proficiency with Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte has been increased by 1%.]

[Proficiency with Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte has been increased by 1%.]

[Proficiency with Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte has been increased by 1%.]

On the deck of the steel behemoth battleship that was traversing through the frozen oceans of the Northern Ocean Area, Samiel was fighting against Yvraine in a sparring match and this time, he was using Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte.

The Silvermoon Elven Princess was agilely dodging all of the thorns as Samiel was trying them to get her trapped. The Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte focused on the creation and manipulation of the Thorns; they were harder than metal and sharper than a blade.

With Yvraine practicing with him, both of them were training what they wanted to train; for Samiel, it was the Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte and for Yvraine, it was her footwork. Due to the sword style she was using, she needed to have the most agile and fast form as possible and Samiel's Thorns were the best method.

Samiel's combat style with the Mystic Arte: Thorn Arte became pretty much unpredictable and if he combined it with his Magic, then it was several times more deadly. He needed just a moment to cast a spell and hit his target.

"Stop!"

Juulius, who acted as a referee for the match, shouted as he saw that Yvraine was already tired from the spar.

During the spar, Samiel managed to reach Level 45 through the continuous use of the Nuclear Void Mana Control Method as he was passively absorbing Mana from the Mana Crystals and environment to increase his reserves.

Coupled with the fact that he was constantly depleting his Mana Reserves and refilling them at the same time, he was basically continuously getting stronger and closer to making a breakthrough.

"Attack!"

Suddenly as they were all getting ready to get some rest, they were woken from their stupor by hearing Captain Alvar screaming as they were under attack. For several seconds, Samiel was frozen in one place because he wouldn't even anticipate that they would be attacked by pirates.

When Samiel came to his senses, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at Nefertari, who instantly woke up from her sleeping position and went flying around to scout the situation.

'Hooman, hooman, we are surrounded, nya... there are twenty-five ships around us, nyan... More than fifteen Silver-Tier auras from them and one at the peak of the Silver-Tier.'

He heard the distressed voice of his familiar in his head, as he frowned deeply because the situation didn't look good...

'Some of the smarter pirates must have realized that someone was hunting the powerful pirate crews en masse and forced all of them or a majority of them to cooperate to get rid of us...'

With the help of Level 4 Transcendental Ability Architect, he was going through countless scenarios of what could have happened and what could happen in a few next minutes, as they would be most crucial as they needed to set up the game.

If they are going to play, they need to get control over the game and play by his rules, not otherwise, because the very own second they lose control, they will start losing lives and that was something unacceptable for Samiel.

All people he took from the Hall, be it from the Ecclesiarchy Branch or the Holy Templar Order Brach, were the future foundation of the Hall of Kadatgh. They were best of the best, either from the Clergy or the Paladins.

"Juulius, get me the captain, activate the emergency protocols and get ready for the defensive war. Yvraine, release the big weapons and create hell around us; minimalize the number of ships that could actually to boarding on our vessel."

Afterward, he summoned his strongest Undead and let them bolster the defenses of the ship because they were facing an overwhelming numerical disadvantage. The enemies surely numbered in tens of thousands.

Soon after he called for Captain Alvar, the man looked pretty nervous because they were ambushed by a very large pirate army and it was a very strong one at that... altogether things weren't looking very good for them.

He was aware that the Holy Son would most probably survive, together with Princess of Silvermoon and Juulius Crawford, as their factions won't let them die...

Though with the Hall of Kadath, one never knew as their response to such a thing.

"Captain, immediately start to counterattack and try to sink as much of ships as possible... also..."

Samiel made a pause as he looked in the distance because he saw several tens of airships coming in their direction and none of them looked like they belonged to some of the nations of the 11th Floor.

Because Voidships were rare to come across in these parts of the Tower, most of the factions on the Lower Floors used the Airships instead, as they were much cheaper alternatives to the air force.

"Shoot them down! Activate everything to take as many of those ships down!"

Barking one order after another, he conjured Ice Trident as he went to preparing several ice spells, creating Ice Boulders one after another and shooting them like cannonballs at the incoming airships that belonged to the pirates.

"At once, My Lord!"

Captain Alvar saluted Samiel as he went instantly to carry out his orders to which soon enough the weapon system of the battleship were being activated one by one, and they started their counterattack.

'Nefertari, remain in the sky, hidden under the stealth spell and try to find the commander airship... if you find it, notify me immediately.'

Samiel then sent a mental note to his familiar as he continued casting more and more spells, already taking down two airships...

Unfortunately, there were tens of them and this was a very well thought ambush, as the one who planned this crafted it with good care...

'It seems that we somehow fucked up...'

Samiel thought as he sensed that another airship was destroyed, but suddenly on the opposite end of the battlefield, another wave of the pirate ships was approaching to their position.

'That bastards are really fearing that they would die... but... the person who brought all of this together must be someone of considerable power and force; if not, those sea scums wouldn't be listening to him like obedient toy soldiers...'

All kinds of thoughts were going through Samiel's head right now.