"Three!! Go maintain formation! Riski Now!"
The team nodded, their eyes locked on their targets. Riski, the World Language Practitioner, began to chant in a low, " Go to sleep" As he spoke, a soft, blue glow emanated from his hands, and the air seemed to thicken with an otherworldly energy. The World Language Magic is not bound at the speech but on the rune. It's doesn't matter what Riski Chant, the chanting are like activation command, as long he scribes the rune needed in the air with his artifact or with some kind energy on his mind. The magic can be cast. Using artifact is more powerful than just using his own mind.
Mark, the Fated with the gun, took aim, and repeatly shot his gun, the repeat shot achieved by quickly changed gun in his body. After shooting around twenty bullet, he taking cover and nimbly reload the gun one by one.
Mark's gunshots echoed through the room, a staccato beat of steel on steel as he rapidly fired and reloaded his guns. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the sound of bullets whizzing through the air.
With a burst of speed, Vincent rushed towards the preacher, with his fist. Syal charged towards the big guy, his own sword ready to slash anything stood before him. Jacob sprinted towards the woman, his eyes locked on his target.
As they moved, Riski's Sleep Rune took effect, and the regular people in the room began to slump to the ground, fast asleep. The three Fated from the Theocratic, however, remained awake, their eyes snapping towards the attackers with a mixture of surprise and hostility.
No matter how quick they are, the bullet arrives First, surprisingly no bullet strayed into regular people. All Mark shot are focused on the preacher. Taking down the head, collapsing whole army.
Hail of bullets that seemed to converge on the preacher's position. The preacher's eyes snapped towards three rushers, and he raised a hand, palm outward.
"Fate!" The preacher shout.
Before all those bullet hit the preacher, thay stopped mid air, like something hold them in position.
Vincent give warning the moment he saw what happened. "Watch out Telekinesis!"
Vincent wrong about telekinesis part, but his warning aren't.
The preacher's eyes flashed with energy, and the bullets suddenly reversed direction, flying back towards them with deadly precision. The bullet are reflected to them. Three of them are rushed on same straight lanes. Making easy for the preacher to aim.
The hail of bullets, now reversed in direction, hurtled towards Vincent, Syal, and Jacob. Vincent, with his Fortuned abilities, reacted swiftly, covering his heart with one hand while using his body to shield himself from the onslaught.
The bullets struck Vincent with incredible force, but he stood firm, his body absorbing the impact. His eyes narrowed in pain, but he refused to yield.
Syal, anticipating the danger, summoned his loyal trusted artifact companion, Proto, now in form of Armor, its metallic plates materializing around him in a flash of light. The armor absorbed the impact of the bullets, protecting Syal from harm. His artifact durability is really off chart. He even doesn't feel the impact of speeding ball of iron.
Jacob, however, was not so lucky. His reflexes, though quick, were not enough to save him from the hail of bullets. He tried to dodge, but several bullets struck him, sending him crashing to the ground.
Jacob's body jerked and convulsed as he lay there, his eyes wide with pain. He was injured, but fortunately, the bullets had not struck any vital organs. He was down, but not out... yet. Jacob body immediately started regenerate albeit more slowly than Vincent regeneratio as dual core.
Riski, anticipating the counterattack, had already prepared his next spell. With a swift gesture of his short staff, he conjured a blazing fireball that ready to thrown away. "Bah!" Likely the chant for fireball.
However, the Theocratic spies were not idle either. The preacher, with a calculating gaze, turned to the woman and issued a command. "Use your mental attack to take them down. They have great physical defense, use your speciality, their minds maybe vulnerable."
The woman's eyes flashed with malevolent intent as she began to focus her energy, preparing her technique. Meanwhile, the buff guy beside the preacher had already charged forward, dashing towards Syal with incredible speed. His massive fists swung wildly, aiming to crush Syal's robotic armor.
The preacher, not to be outdone, conjured a colossal fist of light that hurtled towards Vincent. The fist was enormous, its radiance illuminating the darkened room. Vincent, still recovering from the bullet wounds, steeled himself for the impact.
Both the preacher and the buff guy were buying time for the woman, who was preparing to unleash her mental attack. The air was electric with tension as the two sides clashed.
Vincent, with a fierce determination, charged forward to meet the preacher's fist of light head-on. His own fist glowed with a faint, white aura as he struck the incoming attack with incredible force.
The impact was colossal, the two forces colliding in a shower of sparks and energy. The preacher's fist of light shattered beneath Vincent's onslaught, its fragments dissipating harmlessly.
Vincent's prowess was a testament to his status as a Fortuned, and the preacher's eyes widened in surprise at the display of power. Vincent immediately dash forward to the preacher.
Meanwhile, Syal was struggling to keep up with the buff guy's relentless assault. Despite his robotic armor, Syal found himself hard-pressed to respond to the buff guy's rapid-fire punches and kicks.
The buff guy's attacks were powerful, but Syal's armor held firm, absorbing the impact of each blow. However, Syal knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer; he needed a way to turn the tables. He may lose the sword if they brawl continue.
Riski, observing the battle from a distance, learned from Mark's earlier mistake. Instead of targeting the preacher, he directed his fireball towards Syal and the buff guy.
"Bah!."
The fireball hurtled towards the two combatants, its flames burning bright with intense heat. The buff guy, oblivious to the incoming attack, continued to press his assault on Syal.
The fireball struck the buff guy with incredible force, engulfing him in flames. His screams of agony echoed through the room as his body burned, but Riski's precise control over the fireball's energy ensured that Syal and the regular people nearby were unaffected.
Riski's Energy Core allowed him to manipulate the fireball's impact with pinpoint accuracy, but this level of control came at a cost. He was need to focused, unable to cast another spell for the time being.
Mark, still reloading his guns, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and concern.
As the flames died down, the buff guy's charred and blackened body began to regenerate at an alarming rate. His screams of agony slowly subsided, replaced by heavy breathing as his body rebuilt itself. Even at this condition, he still relentlessly attack Syal. Syal still struggling even his enemy are badly injured. He knew that the buff guy's regeneration abilities made him a formidable opponent.
Another Cockroach Syal think. Syal find the gap to thurst his sword into the buff guy heart. But his attempt is fail miserably, the buff guy predict what Syal intention, partying his thurst and even land solid blow into Syal face. The buff guy are class above syal on combat experience and strength. Syal utterly crushed in this duel.
Syal forced to take few step back. He first check his face with reflection from his sword, his handsome face have bruise on it.
On the other side. The preacher and Vincent clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, their movements very fast as they exchanged blows, hard to grasp by mortal eyes. Vincent's fighting style was similar with buff guy's, but with a speed and strength that far surpassed buff guy.
The preacher, however, was no pushover. He conjured shields of light to parry Vincent's incoming attacks. Preacher reaction speed is also off chart, he can still follow Vincent movement with sweat.
As the battle raged on, the preacher attempted to counterattack, conjuring fists of light that shot towards Vincent with incredible force. However, Vincent's sheer strength and speed allowed him to shatter each incoming fist with a single punch.
The preacher's eyes narrowed, his breathing growing more labored as he struggled to keep up with Vincent's relentless assault. Despite his best efforts, he found himself stuck in a defensive posture, unable to land a solid hit on his opponent.
Vincent, sensing his advantage, pressed his attack, his fists flying in a blur of motion as he sought to overwhelm the preacher. The outcome of the battle hung in the balance, with the preacher's defenses beginning to waver under Vincent's unrelenting onslaught.
The woman, seemingly forgotten in the chaos of the battle, finally unleashed her attack. With a subtle smile, she released her Mental Bomb technique, establishing a telepathic connection with five of her opponents.
The woman are mind core user with telepathy abilities. He didn't have much combat power, but his technique are deadly to people without high mental defence.
Mental Bomb technique is technique to utilized telepathy. She's connect with her victims mind and sending ton of ton garbage information, hopefully overwhelmed her victims mind.
Vincent, Syal, Jacob, Mark, and Riski were suddenly inundated with a torrent of garbage information, their minds reeling under the onslaught. The woman's attack was designed to distract and disorient, and it seemed to be working.
Riski, however, was quick to recognize the threat. As a World Language Practitioner, he was accustomed to conjuring runes on his consciousness, allowing him to sense the woman's telepathic attack. With a swift motion, he dragged Mark out room, out of the woman's telepathy range, successfully sparing them from the Mental Bomb's effects with minor headache.
The others were not so fortunate. Jacob, who had just finished regenerating and was ready to rejoin the battle, was caught off guard by the Mental Bomb. His mind can't handles information flow that suddenly implanted to his brain. He lost consciousness, his body crumpling to the ground.
Syal, whose Spirit Core granted him mental fortitude above average, was also affected by the attack. However, since he had divided his spirit with his Proto Armor, he was more vulnerable to the woman's technique. Proto immediately transferred Syal's spirit back to his body, minimizing its presence to prevent further disruption. Syal's consciousness recovered, but his brain had already succumbed to the effects of the Mental Bomb, leaving him in a state of paralysis but his spirit is aware of his surrounding.
Vincent, however, was a different story altogether. His Neuron Core had enhanced his neural system, granting him absurd regeneration capabilities. He was momentarily hurt and distracted by the Mental Bomb, but he recovered in an instant, his mind clearing as he refocused on the battle.