Sorcerer… Cyborg???

Chapter 224: Invasion(3)

Qh'mros snarled, baring its mouthful of glistening fangs, dodging Xurha's attack with a flap of its powerful wings, moving back through the air. 

[I could take a nap while you waved that little stick of yours around, if I pleased.] Qh'mros taunted Xurha, but it had felt the power emanating from Xurha's attack, and even as much as it belittled Xurha, he was a very real threat. 

Qh'mros' shimmering sinuous neck arced around, pointing its head at Xurha, and then it opened its enormous jaws, and bright green glow emanating from its mouth. 

There was a deafening roar, and Qh'mros blasted out a storm of wind blades, each one of them enough to slice a mountain in two.

Xurha swung his axe up to intercept the incoming torrent of wind blades, this time, forming a projection of an enormous shield, which absorbed the brunt of Qh'mros attack.

But Qh'mros wasn't going to let Xurha have even a moment of respite, as soon as Xurha blocked the first attack, and other barrage of wind blades were flying at him, keeping him on the back foot.

After burst after burst of wind blades, Xurha braced himself for another burst, but then found that Qh'mros had foregone its ranged attacks, and was speeding toward him, propelled by its enormous wings.

Qh'mros mouth was large enough to completely swallow Xurha, but the Supreme Ruler of the Aemos didn't falter in the face of the enormous beast charging toward him. 

Xurha swung his axe out, an enormous shower of sparks exploding as it made contact with Qh'mros claws, as it swiped at Xurha with one of its enormous forelimbs.

But while it seems as though Qh'mros had the upper hand, it was distracted, the people of Eclat were about to be faced with a terrible calamity, and it was stuck dealing with a mad Ascendant whose thoughts were filled with only violence.

The fierce attack ships of the Aemos flew out in every direction, blackening the sky, everyone one looked, there was the angular shape of one of their ships. 

All over Eclat, all those who had been swept up by the winds that Qh'mros had sent to ferry them to the safety of the ground, took to the skies once again. 

Thousands of multi colored lights, all over Eclat, flying to combat the flood of Aemos ships. 

The Advanced Rank fighters immediately struck out with their most powerful attacks, the skies becoming filled with explosions and brilliant spells, each of their attacks taking out the ships that flooded out from the enormous flagship that hovered above.

But it was nowhere near enough, these ships were far sturdier than the initial scout ships that had flown in alongside the Aemos, the Advanced Rank fighters expected to take out enormous swatches of ships with their most powerful attacks, but only a few fell with every one of their strikes.

To make matters worse, they could only watch as hundreds of ships fellow past them, aiming for the civilians below, Aemos soldiers leaping down into the midst of once peaceful towns, dragging innocents out of their homes by their hair, and then stabbing at them with the blunt staffs many of them carried, causing the people to writhe in pain.

The tortured screams of the people of Eclat filled the air, for while there were enough Warriors, Mages and Thieves to fend off the initial onslaught, the flood of Aemos ships that had poured out of the flagship above was too much for the people of Eclat to bear.

Even those defending their family, friends and neighbors soon fell to the blows of the staffs that would immediately cause one to scream in excruciating pain.

But even in the darkness that had covered Eclat, there were patches of light. Here and there, where there were armies stationed, or the personal guard of nobles, or around the Academies and Institutes, there was some real resistance. 

One of these islands of resistance was Aznur; all over the city, the bulk of the allied forces of the Ursten Army, the tribes People and the sailors of Anteris' fleet were posted.

They all fought fiercely against the invaders, battle cries, explosions and flashes of light filling the city.

Kothar had long since abandoned his perch on the palace tower. At the first hint of the ships flooding out from the flagship above, he had cast his Lightning Aura spell, and had climbed up onto the roof of the palace.

When the first of the ships made it past the combined attacks of Tam, Anteris, Vaya and Teves above, had made it through, Kothar leaped from the top of the tower onto one of the ships, his Plasma Unit roaring to life, a explosion of white in the gloom that hung over Anzur. 

Immediately, Kothar had stabbed into the ship with his Plasma Blade, completely ruining it in one quick swipe. It seemed that the Plasma Blade was just as effective against the strange gray material that all the Aemos' ships were made of, as it was against the magical defenses of the people of Eclat.

After dismantling the first ship, Kothar leapt off the spiraling wreckage into the air, opening a portal below himself as he fell, while opening a destination portal over another ship.

Once again, Kothar's Plasma Blade stabbed through the outer shell of the ship, an explosion of red liquid spraying out into the air as he hit some vital component, the ship falling to the ground.

Kothar's purple portal covered the air above Anzur, as he portaled in mid air from one ship to the next, stabbing and slicing, leaving only wreckage behind him.

But he wouldn't be able to continue destroying the ships unopposed, the first of the ships had only had pilots riding within, but now the larger craft, which had dozens of Aemos soldiers hanging onto the sides, were flying toward Aznur.

They brandished their staffs and yelled out unintelligible war cries at Kothar, who stabbed his Plasma Blade down into the ship he stood on top of, the screams of the Aemos within filling the air.