"system, it's time. Initiate data transfer and reset navigation" he muttered.
[Warning! Data transfer initiation will erase the host's data and will undergo a complete reset after the transfer, would the host still want continue?]
"yes" he replied.
[which individual would you like the system to transfer into?]
"my son.. Disciple orvel mullins"
[affirmative undergoing data transfer.. Beep.. Beep... Bzzt.. Beep.... ]
"system? Status?..... Hooh. So it's finally done, orvel. May you make use of it and it will guide you to the right path"
And then the system vanished.
The gloomy people suddenly communicates with there unsettling voice and appearance.
"kekekeke, well, well, well what do we have here, a weak old man? Keh, Are you ready to become one of my cute little babies?" the deformed existence spoked. It was known as great summoner of deformity. It used it's power that deformed life, and reforged them into an uncouth maligned creature, horrifying in its taste.
"summoner of deformity, plague, and warfare. So that damn bastard the grand summoner of chaos is making a move to my domain now, the Voracious and deranged fool can't take it anymore I see" the old man scoffed, summoned his wand from his system space. Aggressively staring at the evil presence unfolds in front of him.
Another figure scowls in devious manner. His eccentricity knows no bound. Despite his well mannered demeanor, he's appearance itself makes one's sick for no reason. Insect comes in and out of his sleeves, despite the covert and extensive clothing. He also wears a birdman mask, hiding his hideous and horrifying face, covered in insects.
"greetings, grand summoner of godly beast. Samion mullins. I, mubard, the plagued summoner with my associates, orad of deformity as well as porakel of warfare. We are here at the request of lord valron, the grand summoner of chaos to retrieve the (heart of the demon god) that is in your possession"
"ho! I am not a fool to just hand over a precious item to the likes of you. I will not let you revived the fallen god!" the old man started to chants as multiple large magic circle and mystic magic portals appeared in his back.
"Here I command you, the world of thine making and the being of thine world amass and hereby accept my call! Grandscale magic! (mass summoning magic: Downpour of beast)!"
Countless of magic circles and portals open up withing the vast range of their field and monstrous beast familiar and summons appeared.
He was about to empty his stored beast and send out all his powerful beast but a slight miscalculation caused his power to wane. He felt something hit his heart. Antimagic of rot.
"kekekeke ouch that's quite painful isn't it? Do you like our present old man?" orad's devilish cackles are a terror-stricken absurdity.
Mubard grinned. "your welcome to receive my lovely present, receiving the fragment of the Demon god is surely a great blessing"
"y-you.. Argh.. Fools! you think this is enough to take me down?!" samion grunts in outrage. He feels like he's being corrupted to the inside. Despite the sheer pain he still manage to summon a tenth of his forces. This corruption also resulted him to summons just Below ten thousandth of beastly army instead of a million. The corruption is eating away at him, even his magic power isn't recovering.
He continues with a sinister chuckles. "a pity you don't know your place. You were once the strongest but now your nothing but a weak old man deprived from their prime. I solemnly disheartened to see you in.. A much worse state. But despite the price you took in forcefully descending in this lowly realm should have taken quite a toll to you, no?"
"You have weakened now samion, we will play with you today as your doom looms near hahahaha" mubard grinned.
"Mubard, my fist and blade cannot be contained anymore. I want fights!! Even my dogs are hungry for blood. Don't bother talking with idiots who will die!" the maniacal bloodshot barbarian spoke, he appeared to be a red individual wearing a bloody gladiator armor. With a big spiky teeth. He's a madman. He dreams nothing but blood. He's eye are unsettlingly red madness.
"relax porakel, i know your excited let's just wait and see how long his beasts last. How fascinating it is to kill each one of this famed dragons and goblin champions that once turn the tide of the great summoners war"
"war! war! We fight" porakel roared.
And so they did the summoner's unspoken rule in the fight. Letting they're summons and familiar fights first before them while temporary acting as a support on the rear. Their familiars is considered their strength. Because of the summoner's innate skill, shared pain. Summoner's damage taken is reduced and will be shared and distributed to his summons and familiars. To defeat a summoner, one would need to chip away each summons they had.
Orad summoned his ten thousand deformed entities. Big and small. They're like blobs or figure of fleshy mounds, one could hear there soul is crying out to escape.
Mubard summoned his millions of lethal, poisonous and disease carrying insects that later transformed itself into gigantic forms, stacking up together. One. touch of the insect might get you infected with black death.
Porakel had his blood wolves pack and some bloody orcs. There also collosal figures covered in blood. All of his summons are strangely covered and blood and as if their blood is gushing out of their own. Their bloodshot eye are filled with madness but porakel voice can still commands them. All attaining to at most five thousands summons including familiars.
And so the battle begun. The dragons with their great flames tried to burns the insect effectively but some of them died getting overwhelm with numbers as the insects chip away at their tough scales instead. Both sides wolves, the wolves rider and blood wolves clashed the casualty are even because of their even strength.
And the deformed was ridiculously strong and shape-shifting. They can make there arms into blades, reshape the length of their arm reach. And their next reach can also extend, making their heads larger and a teeth of sharp knives. It was Gnashing away a goblin champions entirely with their mouth.
They are strong but not invincible. A strategically experienced army can still turn the tide. Also, they are but a flesh of meat. Though they have a certain amount of physical defense that prevents cuts and sword wounds. Magic imbued sword can cut them through easily like butter.
Porakel joined the fight killing dragons. Like a madman. Mubard is on the rear controlling his insects to utmost precise.
And Orad turned into a large abomination devouring the beasts in his path.
Samion is on the rear casting support and offensive summoning. He summons magic straight of his innerworld. He's power is but limited and without the system accuracy aid. He fought it harder than he used to. He also constantly yet slowly summons the left behind beasts. It's also but a futile thing to do as his mental strength is gradually depleting. His physicality has already deteriorated thus unable him to perform the weapon technique that he taught orvel. His own creation by accumulating all the technique he learn so far in the vastness of dimensions. Or so called outerworlds.
It took 20 hours of brutal and bloody fights to reach the conclusion.
Deaths everywhere. Burned insects spreads on the ground. Dragons, goblins, wolves, blood fiends , bloody orcs, Etc. laying scatteredly dead on the ground and a part of the floor space got corrupted with Orad and his summons corrosive mucus. The land was leveled, the once green and vibrant place gone in a single day.