Yeah I think you can still produce ghost crabs this way
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I for now no change enythign
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Btw I won’t be able to make new rounds until late-ish february so stay patient
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Deus will analyze the body Darkblur to see if something can be done with it.
The Throne will engage with the red beings, focusing on one at the time, trying to use the Event Trapper to contain them if possible. The other forum deities will work on rotation: The ones that healed the most will focus on supporting the Throne while the others will remain back to be healed, before they take too much damage they retreate and another one takes their place.
The army will focus on quick repositioning and suppressive fire against the red beings, the air force will focus on carpet bombing Corrosion in fields that were left empty by our forces.
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in that case they will be produced en masse along with their more corporeal bretheren, and the ghost crabs will continue their old strategy (especially the reanimating the dead part) combined with the new one, and use their space bending to constantly jump a bit forwards and backwards through time(cause space and time are one medium, and by a minute at most, starting with only forwards for the first minute) to evade being annhilated again, and start forming spheres around corrosion’s particles to ablate them and consume them, now that they are too small to be harmful on their own, as they currently are
and if the darkblur is too far gone to save, assimilate it and take its powers.
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THE FINAL BATTLE
(Part 3/4)
In spite of the grand barrage of the many red humanoids committing to turning the trenches of the last stronghold of the creatures into rivers of blood, the armies of covenant have managed to swiftly reorganize under the command of Deus, with soon those smaller copies of the greater threat facing the most powerful weaponry the forum has come up with. The Throne has once again turned into the main player of the show, as it bombards the currently grounded figures with it’s arsenal unlike any other in the forum, as the biggest gun, that being the event trapper, continues to put a figure into a bubble of no escape nearly each firing. With much of the light forces dead, more room has freed up for maneuvers down there, making the red scourge struggle to catch up with the fleeing and yet kicking armies that slow down their march with overwhelming fire. Moreover at all times a deity of a species is present at the frontline aswell, making sure not too much attention is brought onto the much easier to kill regular armsmen. Behind the advance of the otherworldly divine meanwhile chunks have been eroding as seen from afar, where it turns out a mass of soil only comparable to what had been happening in the Nexus PM was being converted into new fighters of the crustacean kin, corporal or not. In this place, bubbles of cyan matter surrounding the corrosive dust begun appearing all around, making the air thinner of this new, scraping mist that had only just developed out of what once was a singular being of morphing metal…
But as would be expected of being wielding the ultimate power, fair fighting like what’s been established just before would soon come to an end once again. Though Corrosion has had no comments on the assault being carried out on it’s particles, the greater divine had much more to say…
Still thinking you all have a real chance in this final fight?
The number of their towering soldiers has been readily shrinking at that moment thanks to Throne, and soon enough the last one “perished”. And then, when the prison bubbles suddenly imploded on themselves…
It’s due time to crush your hopes once and for all!
Suddenly, when it could seem like the red threat might have just been defeated, a finger belonging to one of those “robots” barely just defeated, size atleast that of a post struck down Throne, slamming it into a post below and crushing a good army division of critters below, before retracting back into the wound in the forumclad where it came from… Only for more such figures than before, and in a larger variety of sizes, to bleed like blood from the laceration directly ontop the machine fallen so easily, and yet which defeated the mistdom not even that long ago. As the remaining forces start retreating and forming brand new defensive positions along where one post ends and another starts, suddenly a wave of wraithly crabs appeared out of nowhere, coming not from a hidden pocket to space but one of spacetime. Their tries at destroying the bodies of the figures would come to no avail however, for just like before their divinity seems to be keeping them indestructible…
As the frontlines keep moving towards one end of this bloody PM, at the other a certain particularity has just turned into perhaps one of the last hopes keeping The Covenant going at this point. As the post scarred red from the primordial fire has been inched away until only the bedrock remained, the dark puddle only kept getting more violent in it’s scalding, attracting some attention. The anti-mistworm, thus far in a state of strange withdrawal, approached the corpse of it’s opposite like in a trance, and so did quite a few cyan swarms, getting ready to perhaps take the fast one’s powers for themselves are they to be declared dead. Lastly, a node of Deus lowered from where ground used to be, seeing what use can be made of this hot mess.
Right then, the puddle has entered it’s next stage of the postmortem, as first droplets and then nodes of the liquified speedster rose from the boiling pond beneath, moving chaotically in of themselves. Before the gathered onlookers could decipher what this means, some of the liquid was sprinkled on them aswell, bringing forth unforeseen consequences - the garnered began to turn into a similar sort of disorganized mass, mixing with their fatemaker fluid inside an imaginary sphere of some kind, moving faster and faster…
Didn’t think IT still held separate…!
The advance of the divine troops would stop in their tracks when a shockwave was heard far behind them. Turning around, they could see a rapidly approaching front of a bizarre mist made of both white and black patches, with some blobs and constructs made of the same two colors appearing too slightly behind. Jumping around the forehead of this approaching “cloud” was a figure that appeared in one spot only to vanish and reappear in another, bearing a resemblance to the slain blur. A new paradigm is about to take shape in this crazed fight…
For the remnants of the armada once barely fitting on the posts of this transformed trenchsite an opportunity for a counterattack just happened that might not occur again - the red slayers became busy with fighting this dual mist of both light and dark and Corrosion, though already vegetative in behaviour yet significant for the non-wellbeing of the troops, was just turned passive by the resurrected fog that held it captive much like the crabs undead. With more focus gone into healing that way, soon enough one final attack was to be executed by both the smallest and the largest of this battlefield. Figures struggling against the morphing matter of The Covenant’s former foe turned out to be an easy target, being readily bombarded with the firearms and wands of the forces they were chasing after just minutes ago, until they disappeared, for the rejoiced troops a sign of the enemy’s upcoming defeat. The morale would reach it’s zenith when Throne against all odds rose from it’s grave punched into soil wet from warrior blood, having had a fearsome dent and crack form on it’s upper surface from the finger’s touch, now to get it’s broken parts and fallen crew replaced and strung together by the reemergent mist, firing just as many if not more horizontal shots upon the swarms of red figures whom have not yet been ensnared. In a blink of an eye all these raiders from above just disappeared, making many believe they have just won…
The new mist focused it’s forces by the reincarnation of Darkblur, probably expecting what was due to happen…
Just as large as it emerged from the fire, this red coward has again appeared out of nowhere, now taking it’s focus onto the dual mist which prevented it from finishing off the species here and now…
Shall we finish this affair?
The mist did not respond however, prompting it’s offspring’s slayer and perhaps it’s freer to ask once again:
It’s time t-
Which is when the omnipresent force attacked the corporal divine, shooting beams of energy one right after another, knocking it back before it even had a chance to react. And then again, from where the figure was heading, more directional attacks were launched, all this in under a second! With seemingly no method to counterattack, the red one split up into many, those however faced the same fate they did on land - enclosed within bubbles much like their dispersed ally. Anger was rising from within those prisons and when breached they were, the escaped foes acted much faster than before, proving more difficult to hit all of them. In the skies above the mundane battlegrounds below constant flashing of lightness, darkness and redness ensued like some kind of a crazy lightning storm. One could only wonder which side would give up on their pursuit first…
At one point, the fighting in the skies stopped, with the red having disappeared from their colour palette. What came next was to many already predictable basing off the patterns already known to them - Once again as one, the figure returns, but now something’s different. The beams shot at it don’t seem to do any damage and neither can the shapes born out of the Mist of Duality grip onto the rusted metal covering it.
Time to become an example for what’s to come…
Just when most begin to understand and their hopes take a plummet straight into a shatter, this red immortal dashes forward so fast many registered no state of transition between the starting position and the ending one, in which the enemy of all the watchers held the monochrome body of the reborn blur in it’s metal hand. Unable to move, it seemed to call upon The Throne controlled by it now as a last attempt at freeing itself, but alas, the wrath of it’s tables-turned warden showed here aswell, as Throne simply rusted and decayed via a simple glance being made as it approached. Now, the mist began being drained at first from the far, and soon enough from everywhere in this PM into the grasp of red. Just like it formed from a decaying body, now it returned into a liquid form, drowning the new blur so young, before it could show off it’s true potential…
The forum shall bathe in your blood… And soon enough theirs.
The grasp of the metal being strengthened, compressing the orb of liquid with swirling white and black patterns, until it could resist no more. A wave of energy suddenly released from within the closing hand of the executioner, filling the place’s air with some sort of power that could be felt by only the weakest for now. Temporarily opening it’s hand, the figure saw a dark, solid orb in the place of the once monochromatic bubble of fluid. The clench continued on…
Another influx of energy into the medium and now a dark worm was wiggling in panic from two sides of the hand.
Another crush, and now instead a mass of undifferenciated material was what could be seen being squished in the lethal hold.
The power is now causing some real discomfort, and from the hand a thick, dark mist is leaking, soon to be absorbed together and put to an end.
This last injection of potential into the space of the forum is now really to be felt by all within the forum, but for the red one of course. This less condensed form of the dark scourge put more resistance against the crush, and eventually to it’s oppressor and the crowd beneath a voice would be heard asking for one thing to be revealed…
Who… Are… You…?
The eyes the beholder seemed to shine with a kind of malicious joy for a moment, to respond moments later:
Your last words…
My name’s…
Ru-
And thus the survival of the forum’s dark opponent has come to a grueling end, with one last blast…
Events happened in a falling cascade from this point on. Freed from it’s prison once more, Corrosion become more active again, now concentrating most of the flakedust of it’s by the most powerful of The Covenant left standing, whilst it’s master, still in the form with which it showed the forum the extent to which it’s powers go, began a bloodbath upon the remaining regular forces, suffering from migraines of the power surrounding them. This assault of absurd speed, unparalleled strength and yet much engagement from the offending side into killing each soldier did not sate it’s hunger for long though, for one last golden metal slab was pulled of the ground in a desperate attempt to shield itself from the slaughtful divine, only for this last soldier of the one resurrected kin to make it fall into limbo once again. Perhaps knowing it’s lord’s likeness, Corrosion withdrew from harassing the once proudly fighting big guns which have been indeed healed much by the microscopic spacebenders, but this would not be of much use against the titan before them. With a simple swipe all those doctors whom have allowed them to go and fight this far were removed from equation, whereas the lesser gods had been knocked back a good few posts. Each would very soon suffer a terrible fate, of which all lead to the ultimate loss one could be inflicted with. The warrior deity was stabbed with it’s very own spear, or rather what remained of it after this much fighting, until it’s “corpse” no longer held structural integrity and collapsed into a mass of chunks still seeping with energy, a strange willingness to fight after death. The god of all metal had it’s perfect form corrode against all odds of what was known of the superb material, trying to desperately at least land one last hit against the figure, but alas it could manage this not, withering away and being blown across the posts and into the void. Devourer met a grizzly fate too, with it’s very name referring to the rabid consumption they once ensued now acting upon itself once again, like a command from beyond that could not be countered, they begun eating themselves, though still aware of their true enemy to which hate lied buried just below the enforced craze. In a try to die on it’s own terms, the ant-like managed to roll over to the post’s edge and fall into the darkness below, albeit it did not know that in truth it’s ender did care not for how it will be killed by now after watching an entire “spectacle” just before. The warfare master was an easy deal meanwhile - it was simply made to explode, and like the previous victim it too seeked one last revenge, trying to take the divine out with itself, though even after letting it grab onto the metal, only a sense of patheticness of these feeble “gods” flowed through the red’s mind when the following blast did not manage to surpass any the slain mist produced. The crab overlords would meanwhile find themselves fighting eachother both to death, like a duel of siblings that wasn’t supposed to be, with one exploding the second’s body with it’s powers and the other using water to turn the former into some cyan pigment coloring it. And with one last effort from both, the hunk of metal was hit with a spray of both blooded water and a wave of relaxing space. Soleye managed to crawl away a bit, but it’s fate was already sealed - it’s efforts were put in vain when the figure grabbed it by the tail and swinged abovenath and below onto the ground once more. Now knocked out somewhat, the individual parts, by now mortally interconneced, begun being pulled away and separated, making a construct of many disunited soon enough. When the process ended, all the independent parts had already died of their incapability to function without eachother.
Lastly Deus remained, observing as one by one it’s allies are turned into shreds and otherwise, knowing that it’s probably being left for the last plate. Turning back from the nine “bodies”, our red terror with a simple clap of it’s hands took down the curtain separating the regular space of the forum from it’s cyber counterpart, making all those cyan nodes and veins visible to all the users watching. Time was running out for Deus as this divine being with no remorse begun tearing down the connections and ripping open the cysts making up the highest god of this place, going from the smallest and moving to the largest with time. Perhaps by this point The Covenant’s leader understood it stood no chance in such a fight, where soon enough just the largest sphere remained to be vivisected by their soon-to-be killer. This defeat was however much simpler, as the red one simply punched deep into the body of Deus, breaking something within, before leaving the pulsing cyan organism to drift down into the abyss where it’s headed, not being able to stop this descent from the precise strike.
Above the post where the last node of the archmages was defeated soon stood two figures - one reassembled from the everpresent, floating dust, and the other having just finished the battle it has waited long for as we can infer. With the users still trying to come to terms with what’s just happened, the duo begun talking amongst eachother.
Acting as a part of the setting didn’t work out well for you again heh?
I can’t lie, I found the observation of your creation and messing with it from the shadows superior to this part of the fight. Still I felt the first part was better than either of these…
You’ll get more observing and messing soon enough I believe.
You think we should do the next experiment like this one with Verd-
A light, slowly but surely, begun shining from where the last node was headed…
I think we’re not quite done yet here…!
As Corrosion said this, the two could feel the power that has filled up the forum being drained, presumably to that source of light below their post. And soon enough it found itself above the place. This orb of white was filled to the brim with what the forum left behind when their forces could be thought to already be gone and past - the energy of life. This strange force, forceful cut away from it’s many vessels, could now reenter one when the site has calmed down, with the orb being based upon the deep-freezed last node, still close enough within the dark to register to the force. It was rapidly morphing and showing signs that the forum has indeed not yet laid it’s arms.
Stay out of this Corrosion! I’ll handle this one last endeavour by myself…
Corrosion upon hearing the words came together into a sphere at first uniform, then strangely shifting until suddenly it’s old self of moving metal and sharp blades came into sight once more, just to dash up into the hells of the sky when barely few users only saw it’s old form anew. Now the forum watches one last battle come about - between the butcher of the biota and the the biosphere all in one body itself. The winner seems obvious from the recent miracles of the slaying - but who knows what kind of showdown will be brought about before then…
Sorry for the wait.
@fralegend015 @doomlightning @willow I need you three to describe what sort of being do you want to form out of the white node. I will give the last say to fralegend. After the formation you will need to together form a strategy for the being to execute.
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