The Oracle Paths-Novel

At the same time, on the side of Jake and the other Myrtharian Nerds a similar catastrophe occurred. Mufasa and Shere Khan ignored their targets and immediately went for each other's throats, oblivious to everything around them.

A giant lion and tiger weighing tens of tons crashing into each other at several times the speed of sound and smashing everything in their path was an apocalyptic scene for the collateral victims present. Hephais, who was in the way managed to blend into a shadow, but Aurum and Kenway who had already been wounded by Belakor and were facing a horde of Undeads were not so lucky.

Perhaps because he was basically a lion too, Mufasa had no mercy on Kenway and with one bite to the carotid artery ripped out his spine. The death was as gory as it was sudden. Thanks to his vitality, the powerful Alpha Werelion did not perish immediately, but it made him vulnerable to the horde of monsters already bearing down on him.

The expression on his face was one of incomprehension and anger as his head fell to the ground spilling blood everywhere.

Among the other surviving Aristocats, Bagheera and Thomas'O Malley salivated at Dumbo, suddenly seeing him as prey rather than an ally. Conversely, Lord Phenix lost his arrogance and experienced a mental regression, flying around the battlefield in a panic and gurgling.

But this was only the beginning. The cataclysmic chain reaction began with Rogen, then Gerulf. The first one suddenly lay down and a wave of ice spread around him, quickly sealing the giant in a huge iceberg. The air was so cold that both allies and enemies were severely affected. Two New Earth soldiers were frozen to death on the spot, while on the Pureblood side Wyatt also found himself momentarily trapped in the ice.

Gerulf closed his eyes and fell asleep on the spot as well, a mound of rock and lava quickly erupting from the earth to form the outline of a volcano. The temperature and radiation around him rose preposterously high without any consideration for his surroundings.

A Kintharian and a Throsgenian in their natural environment were slothful and solitary creatures, spending most of their time asleep while living or passively terraforming the planets on which they thrived to optimize their living environment.

However, the worst was to come when these two species came into contact. Thosgenians and Kintharians were like fire and water. Their ideal environments were completely incompatible.

As if possessed by a demon, the two naturally placid and not-so-smart giants turned into two divine calamities when their two domains touched. Rogen's silver eyes suddenly glowed, then shot a blinding laser of ice straight at Gerulf, who was frozen in place.

A bright hot light radiated from within the ice block and less than a second later the ice liquefied as geysers of lava erupted in all directions. The surrounding lava magically wrapped itself around Gerulf's arm and a titanic arm of lava several dozen meters long smashed Rogen's head into the distance.

A spherical ice shield as large as a tennis court stopped the huge fist, the clash causing a thick fog of steam to billow over the battlefield. Rogen then grabbed the disc-shaped shield with both hands and threw it at Gerulf like a Frisbee with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, the giant projectile broke the sound barrier, the friction forming a comet-like trail of dust, ice and hydrogen.

BANG!

Gerulf sliced the disc in half with the huge iridescent lava sword he had just summoned, then with a leap that split the earth in two he crossed the distance to his nemesis and impaled his heart.

Rogen and Gerulf were knocked hundreds of feet away, but when everyone thought Rogen was dead they discovered that he had stopped the blade with his own hand at the last moment and sheathed it in a gauntlet of eternal ice. After that, the other Myrtharian Nerds lost sight of them except for Jake, but the sounds of their clashing and roaring were no match for Neri's antimatter explosions.

Thankfully, if the other fighters were also affected, it manifested itself in the short term as a renewed ferocity against their enemies. As luck would have it, the enemy had a clear advantage in numbers. Whether they were lucid or not, they had an extremely low probability of running into their allies on the battlefield.

With the Aristocats and the two giants killing each other in their respective areas, their forces took a severe hit and the pressure of Vhoskaud's Undead and android army on them intensified significantly. Jake, who did not want to participate, had no choice but to use a certain feature of his Purgatory for the first time.

Defensive/Offensive Mode.

This function allowed him to use the Purgatory's database to generate various illusions of troops with real capabilities inside the artifact. His Third Ordeal and especially the Monster Game had already proven to him that the possibilities were quite vast. Jake didn't know what these illusions would be worth, but it was worth a try.

With a thought, he scanned the database for suitable troops and not knowing most of them, he trusted Hade, who was the original creator of the artifact. After finding a selection of Inquisitors in the database, presumably to train his son, Jake duplicated as many as he could.

All over the Purgatory, black-cloaked figures resembling the mighty Fluid Masters of his third Ordeal appeared like mirages, black lightsabers in hand.

The tide of battle immediately turned, but the Aether stored in his Aether Storage began to plummet. At this rate, he would run out of Aether in less than two minutes, but that was all he asked.

The tens of thousands of Inquisitors scared the crap out of his comrades, but when they realized they were on their side they breathed a sigh of genuine relief. Now, they could fight.

Hephais, who was practically garbed like them, became even more elusive, blending into the crowd like a cloud in a mist. The speed at which he killed his enemies increased drastically and more and more Undeads died under his blade.

Vhoskaud was unsettled by the emergence of all these mysterious troops that appeared like ghosts. With a single scan, he understood their nature, but his mood deteriorated just as quickly when he realized that he had no effective way to get rid of them.

At his level, the only solution was either to get out of the Purgatory or for the owner to run out of Aether. A more powerful Evolver could have destroyed the Purgatory directly or dissolved the illusions by dispersing, jamming the flow of Aether supporting their existence.

Regrettably, he was dealing with a Bronze Artifact intertwined within the Purple Hell, another Gold Artifact. The energy required to destroy such items would cause the artifact to collapse in on itself, which would probably kill them all.

Dejected, Vhoskaud had no choice but to dip further into his personal troop supply, consuming the huge army he had amassed over the centuries with alarming speed.

'This Jake is truly my nemesis. After this Ordeal, I want nothing more to do with him.' The android cursed inside his shield.

Jake was beginning to get his hopes up, when about thirty seconds later, the situation escalated beyond repair. The illusions of Inquisitors he had spawned began to kill each other in turn. This time, the numbers advantage, while still in favor of the Undeads and machines, was no longer so overwhelming.

The surviving Myrtharian Nerds were also targeted. Thousands of Inquisitors targeting someone was a nightmare for anyone. Lord Phenix, who was flapping his wings in panic, was killed twice and if not for his phoenix-like ability to rise from the ashes, he would have perished for good. In the meantime, he made a good distraction.

Hephais, who had moved at high speed among them, was one of the few who still had his wits about him. But he was not spared either. After killing an Inquisitor by mistake for the first time, he suddenly gasped in midair, frozen by the telekinetic grip of thousands of Fluid Masters.

"What the h-"

He barely had time to summon a veil of shadow before thousands of lightsabers ripped through him like a pinprick. Blood spurted in all directions, and a groan of agony echoed through the crowd. He slipped away into a pool of shadow in total silence, his condition unknown.