Overpowered Wizard B2 Ch107: Grimrock Horror 1

“Quarter Percent Power Unsealed. Tiny Darkness,” Zarian chanted, his hands signing the last part.

Bianca’s invisibility cloaking dropped away from him. Hannah’s runic sound devices played heavy battle music on full blast from behind him.

The Madness Wizard and his Parasite Cloak +3 seemed to stand on their own at the entrance of the battle atrium. The hell orcs knew where to go to find him, and Zarian preferred it that way.

After two weeks of crawling deeper into the Grimrock Hell Gate, the coordination and unification of Zarian and his friends’ many abilities had tightened.

Their techniques had improved. Their killer instincts had sharpened. Their enemies had fallen dead far faster. And more importantly, Zarian and Para had picked up new tricks as they faced another arena filled with hell orcs.

The cavernous room had giant red-orange veins streaking and pulsating over every surface. A hellish haze clouded the floor where old skeletons, broken weapons, and blackened gore littered the place.

Somewhere across the large chamber, one special orc was beating hard on an enchanted drum that buffed every hell orc in the arena. The drumming was consistent, furious, and in tune with the wrathful ambiance of the Grimrock Hell Gate.

At this point, Zarian and his friends felt as wrathful as the hell orcs.

Zarian gave the hell orcs something else to get crazy about. He let Para slice miniature scythes into his arms and spill his blood.

All the hell orcs smelled the blood regardless of the haze. Their berserk skill activated.

They came running through the haze with a relentless fervor. Any piece of debris or discarded thing in their way got crushed under their stomping feet. Many of them used an infernal force with their blood force to rocket themselves forward, closing the distance fast.

The heavy drumming intensified.

The booming battle music sounded just right.

And the crazed hell orcs stuck themselves onto a thirty-foot tall wall of dark spikes Zarian spread across the entire width of the arena. He hadn’t done something like this since the first days of entering the Infinita Star System.

It wasn’t until recently that Zarian perfected the unsealing technique that allowed him to use the smallest amount of Overwhelming Darkness possible, Quarter Percent Power. It was still a strain, but nowhere near as much as the higher percentages.

He also had Para’s help, which was major. She kept his Unraveled Mind anchored against the cosmic hunger of Overwhelming Darkness.

She also evoked Aura Mastery with an array of spells, Bloody Lifesteal and Black Fire being chief among them.

The hell orcs roared in shock and horror.

The blood energy from their berserk skill and the blood they spilled on the spikes of the dark palisade glowed a bright crimson, robbing them of life energy. The fanning black flames feasted on their vitality, reducing their health energy and healing, while applying some minor burn damage.

The stealing of life energy stuck out the most for Zarian, really. He didn’t even have to touch the blood, especially when Para was using her hunger aura. She absorbed the life energy with Aura Mastery and sent it straight into his body.

All that life energy from sixty hell orcs made Zarian feel like he was riding a lightning bolt made of energized ecstasy.

Draining thousands of years of life straight into his body was almost too overwhelming. He couldn’t hold all of that stuff. Most of it would bleed away rapidly.

But not instantly.

He would be on the highest of highs for a few days or weeks, at least, and he could always try to take in more, especially when he had hell orcs stuck on his dark palisade like pigs on the spit.

They thrashed and thrashed. They used their overt Strength to break pieces off the palisade, which was fairly within possibility. A quarter percent of Overwhelming Darkness wasn’t too strong.

But Zarian kept growing more spikes from below the hell orcs and behind them. He kept skewering and skewering to keep them struck and thrashing for no reason. Black Fire burnt up more of their vitality. Bloody Lifesteal kept absorbing life energy straight into him.

He could taste their fear. He could hear the screams of nearly sixty thousand souls, a thousand each for every hell orc.

The hell orcs raged further. They cried louder. They fought harder, breaking more pieces off the dark palisade spike trap. He made adjustments, growing more and more spikes, skewering through their torsos and limbs to hold them in place longer.

By then, Hannah had gotten into place, having dropped on the left side of the arena-wide palisade.

She no longer used cannons. She had two dozen golems flying in orbit around her, each one shining with a deadly green tint. The round and sophisticated weapons of craft and enchantments fire an overwhelming volley of destructive beams on the nearest hell orc.

Landing beside Hannah, Gilbert and Slip trotted next to the deadly engineer. The healer flipped his Healing Force +2 from recovering health energy to suppressing health energy. He also applied Tranquilizer Touch +2 into the mix. He sent the intersected debuff energies into the nearest hell orc that Hannah was aiming to destroy.

Last, but not least, a beaming ray of sunshine concentrated struck the same hell orc, scorching it, and applying Shining Mark +2. The mark reduced the power of evil and increased everyone’s accuracy on the target.

In short, the poor hell orc had to deal with powerful dark spikes, enhanced Bloody Lifesteal, enhanced Black Fire, vital health reduction, tranquilizing energy, an evil-reducing mark, and twenty-four green destruction beams from legendary golems.

The hell orc died in record time, completely eradicated by smartly placed powers concentrated on one target.

Then the same thing happened to the next hell orc. And then the next, and the next after that. One by one, hell orcs stuck on Zarian’s quarter percent palisade died like it was a mere execution, or worse, a slaughterhouse.

It would’ve been a little boring if things went off without a hitch. But this was the most amount of hell orcs they faced at once. And these orcs of the Grimrock Hell Gate were tough foes for a reason.

A few of the hell orcs triggered their Aura Ignitions and broke free of the palisade with an explosion of aura power. They roared with all of their explosive rage as rushing aura poured into their already muscular bodies and made them even stronger. Excess aura burned around them in a roaring blue-green conflagration.

Erupting with more and more explosive force, they flew like streaking comets above the arena floor. They still wanted to go after Zarian with how he let himself bleed out in the open and had loud music playing behind him.

Everything about the wizard attracted their berserk craze.

Bianca suddenly appeared, standing above Zarian, dropping her invisibility. She’d remained a giant monster princess with wide golden wings and shining lights covering her face and femininity. 

Shining swords of light appeared in all six hands. A pulse of free good +6 mixed with her immense Wonder stat and Super Serene Rampage +2. Then she slashed and swatted every hell orc that tried to get to Zarian from above and along the arena floor.

She unleashed a flurry of power strikes that were nearly too dizzying to track. She did so while swaying and stepping rhythmically with the grace of a dancing princess, but fifty-feet tall. Large trailing arcs of light flowed with her maneuvers, brightening the hazy air around her and above Zarian’s head.

Bianca’s constructed light swords struck with keen sharpness and resilience as she defended her friend, making the hell orcs bleed some more, or leaving on them such deep gashes they looked more like gutted pigs that refused to die.

She doubled up her attacks with torrents of light to push back aggressors in between marking the ones that Hannah and Gilbert targeted that were still stuck on pieces of the dark palisade.

More and more hell orcs used Aura Ignition to break free, but not all of them. Zarian concentrated on keeping stuck the ones he caught on his dark and spiky trap as Hannah and Gilbert methodically destroyed them.

Meanwhile, the heavy and rapid drum beating cut off abruptly on the other side of the arena. Out there across the battle atrium, Naomi fought a solo battle with the special hell orc that was many times bigger and meaner than the grunts.

She did well even while by herself, so Zarian and the others focused on wiping out the grunts.

At some point, thirty hell orcs remained. Fifteen of them couldn’t break free of the spiky palisade trap. The other fifteen had already ignited their aura and tried to bum rush past Bianca to get to Zarian. They tested Bianca’s defenses from all angles.

Bianca’s six-armed sword play spun and carved at high speeds that whooshed fast over Zarian’s head. She kept cutting deep and battering back the hell orcs despite their Aura Ignition. Her accuracy remained top notch after having affected them all with Shining Mark +2.

But fifteen hell orcs with Aura Ignition were still a lot to fend off. Bianca could only handle so much, and while she was powerful, she wasn’t exactly the best at attrition warfare, especially when she used up so much power and energy. Her stamina could flag and lead to a devastating mistake.

Zarian helped take the pressure off her.

He pointed one hand at the spike traps holding the last hell orcs that couldn’t use Aura Ignition. He cocked back his other hand, cycled his breath deeply, and formed a dark javelin.

It was a big one that was three times longer than he was tall. Para evoked Void Authority and Void Layer on the large javelin, making it stronger. Zarian waited before flicking his arm forward.

He struck an aura-ignited hell orc and shredded its lower body away from its upper body. That stopped it from rocketing around even while it was still partially alive.

Bianca slashed the upper torso up and finished it.

Zarian’s hunger dialed up.

The cosmic monster inside of him stirred. Each impactful use of Overwhelming Darkness roused its anger and lustful gluttony.

He cocked back his arm and formed another large javelin. After Para enhanced it with the void, he waited for his chance again. When Bianca swatted down two orcs together, he launched his javelin and finished them.

Double kill.

The mix of light and darkness, and their overpowered maneuvers entwining at the edge of a hellish arena chamber, looked like it was meant to be. It was such a dominant display, the hell orcs had no answer to them, as the legendary Light Princess and legendary Madness Wizard showed off an interplay of free good and free evil that didn’t exist anywhere else in the Infinita Star System.

Bianca chopped the air with her long six arms and sabers of light that made the shadows dance in a frenzy.

Zarian used some of those shadows while beneath her, throwing javelins of darkness and void magic with Para’s help.

It was a hell of a show that ruined the orcs’ day.

Finally, Hannah and Gilbert finished their destructive march. Zarian dropped his Overwhelming Darkness and used his One Hundred Percent Seal/Full Control on himself.

His sealing style technique worked. The darkness returned to being a bound doomsday ink blot in the middle of his soul. The threat of his own Sealing Entropy wasn’t yet upon him.

Ten hell orcs remained.

All lunch.

Zarian and Para felt hungry. Very, very hungry.

The others knew to get out of the way, Bianca flapping into the air to remove her big self.

Zarian turned into an uncanny and monstrous man thing, his mouth shifting with a snap and crunch to become a toothy, gator-like jaw. Myriad scythes, tentacles, and claws reared up from behind him. All of that became secondary compared to a single muscular tail that could crush bone into powder.

The transformation wasn’t a bother to the hell orcs. Not when while running on Aura Ignition and berserk rage, their bodies a canvas of wounds that were slow to heal.

They wanted nothing more than to attack the creature of their hatred, and that became an easier prospect as the wizard and cloak surged forward to meet the aura-ignited hell orcs in open battle.

Little did these hell orcs know that Zarian and Para had done this plenty of times, to where the duo had developed another new technique. It was a maneuver that was ridiculous, scary, awe-inspiring, and frankly system-abusing.

The OP technique wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for the restraints on Overwhelming Darkness that pushed Zarian to take the harder path. It wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for Ruvaria coming into Zarian’s life and being his adoring teacher, which only happened because of the Darkrun Apocalypse.

Despite all the bad and grimness, Zarian felt thankful. Hungry, but thankful. He was doing cool wizard shit with his cloak, concentrating their Aura Mastery and dark wizardry into a special combo spell array moments before running into their meals.

They bound Aura Mastery + Void Authority + Void Layer + Black Fire + Torturous Lightning + Bloody Lifesteal + Void Shout.

Aura Mastery worked as the connective weave that streamed through every fillable gap in each spell, regardless of their maddened designs or nefarious purposes.

Void Authority helped enhance void manipulation. That made it easier to incorporate Void Layer and change Black Fire, Torturous Lightning, and Bloody Lifesteal. Once they were all changed, Zarian and Para unified the three black magic spells and pushed it into one merged thing with the help of Void Shout, which was also concentrated.

The results?

Zarian opened his gator mouth and revealed another mouth from Para inside of his. A nearly invisible light on the deep spectrum sparked and glowed inside of them.

Then a gaseous ultraviolet plasma beam speared through one hell orc and stopped it dead in its tracks. Its Aura Ignition turned off. Its many souls screamed and unraveled. Its life energy drained quickly into the void.

It became too traumatized to fight, forced to freeze up and await what little remained of its fate. But even that revealed more horrors as monstrous traits afflicted more horrors on the victim: Uncanny Valley Effect, the Dreaded One, Lore Eater. Those same traits affected the other nine hell orcs whose bodies and souls recognized the terrifying nature of the monster before them, something that even Hidden Hell would reject.

The nine hell orcs attacked with a desperate fervor.

Zarian and Para didn’t bother dodging. An axe chopped into their torso and strings of flesh, gore, and gristle stitched the wound back together. Another axe hacked off their head, but the beheading didn’t stick, as multiple tendrils wrapped up Zarian’s head and stuck it back where it belonged.

The life energy from tens of thousands of souls made death a trivial thing, almost like Zarian blinking his eye. So the hell orcs chopped and chopped, and the mad parasite monster breathed in deep and released another ultraviolet plasma beam that sliced through three orcs and stopped them in their tracks.

The remaining four stumbled back in shock. Zarian slithered toward the next hell orc and extended two humanoid hands and a bar of ultraviolet plasma that turned into a soul-striking nodachi. His tail propelled him into a mid-air corkscrew maneuver as he sliced through the hell orc and froze it.

He landed with a thump and half galloped, half slithered, as the remaining three hell orcs turned and tried to run. Another ultraviolet breath stopped another. Zarian reached the second to last with a chop of his nodachi. Then he crashed into the last one.

The hell orc tried to rip him off, but sharp and relentless parasite strings hooked into its flesh, stitching them together, sealing any chance of its escape, the hell orc screaming and screaming in fear and horror.

Zarian opened his jaws wide and breathed one last beam of ultraviolet soul-violence upon the hell orc. He made it something akin to the others, something no better than vegetables or dumb cattle.

Para massacred the remaining parts of their mind that tried to rebel, devouring all thoughts like mere candy. She gave no outlet to the many bound souls in their cores, no way to scream or let out their terror.

All ten hell orcs stood or laid on the floor, unable to do anything. They didn’t have long to exist as their soul-cores kept unraveling rapidly.

Quickly, Zarian and Para dismissed their spells, because the aura cost was atrocious even with Aura Magnificence and Hannah’s Aura Generator. Then they lunged onto the nearest morsel while roaring like a maniacal carnivore.

“OINK! OINK! OINK! GIMME SOME PORK!”

They tore their way through orc after orc until all ten died and left nothing more than charred remains and useless waste. Thankfully, they hadn’t died without Zarian and Para getting their many pounds of flesh.