Tier 3+ - Accidental Champion (Book 2) - Chapter 50 - The Time for Games Is Over

On the Lord of the Endless Horde’s home world, Xavier leapt.

Behind him, a building was falling. In front of him, a powerful D Grade Denizen stood. The man’s mind was captured. In control. The crack in his mental defences, after being hit by a five-hundred infused Spirit Break, had become large enough for Xavier’s control to slip in.

Willpower Infusion has reached Rank 51!

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Willpower Infusion has reached Rank 60!

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Willpower Infusion has reached Rank 65!

Holy crap, Xavier thought. The rank ups wouldn’t help him now the spell had already been cast, but the next time he used it, it would be much stronger. The fact I managed to control his mind at all is a miracle.

Though he had no idea how long that would last, as every split second the Lord of the Endless Horde fought Xavier’s control like a cornered rabid dog.

Xavier, his mind still split, had put one of his consciousnesses toward the singular goal of simply holding the D Grade Denizen where he was. He didn’t know if dropping a building on the man would be enough to kill him, but he hoped to all hell it would be enough to at least harmhim.

Your health is at 13%

Though it didn’t look like it, Xavier’s health was rising quite fast. He just needed it to rise faster. God, he wished he had time to pick his new class. He didn’t know what it would bring—what new spells he might have access to—but it could offer him an advantage he currently lacked.

But the last thing he needed was to be unconscious if—most likely when—the Lord of the Endless Horde dug his way out from beneath that falling building.

As he leapt, shooting high into the air off powerful legs, Xavier flew straight toward one of the ships he’d seen hovering above the alley. The building fell straight past him. Was a handspan from clipping him in the legs.

He’d gotten away just in time.

Xavier couldn’t look back. Not yet. The control he had over the Lord of the Endless Horde was slipping fast. He’d given the man one command—be still—and that command was being fought. He was moving. Very slow, like a tired turtle, but he was moving nonetheless.

The ship he’d leapt toward was turning about with great speed. Fortunately for Xavier, it wasn’t nimble enough to avoid him.

Xavier latched onto the side and pulled himself up onto it. The force of him hitting the ship had made it sway violently downward, which made him wonder just how much he weighed now. Had his body become denser after his advancement? Or was it his Strength attribute that made him so heavy?

Not important right now.

The Denizens aboard the ship he’d just clung to came running for him. He couldn’t feel their auras, which meant they were likely E Grade, or near to it. Either way they were no threat to him.

As Xavier raised his weapon—or, weapons—he felt the mental connection between himself and the Lord of the Endless Horde snap. His control over the man was gone.

At the same time, a massive boom sounded behind him as the skyscraper crashed to the ground. As tall as the damned thing was—piercing the sky as it had been—Xavier hadn’t given a thought to whether there had been people inside of it, or people below it, for that matter.

What he was glad for was that it had fallen across a wide road. The alleyway he’d ran into had been at the end of a T intersection. The way had been clear. He’d been lucky, he knew, for any other place he could have been the building would have slammed into another long before it reached the ground.

He hadn’t sensed any auras inside the building. Then again, not everyone had an aura, and there was a chance the building could have been shielded somehow, containing people’s auras within its walls.

Xavier crushed one Denzin’s skull with the bladeless half of Soultaker and decapitated another with the other. Kill notifications began to pop up into his vision, but it wasn’t only two he’d just defeated.

It was several hundred.

He felt their souls freed from their body. The building that had fallen…

Soul Harvest!

Hundreds of souls made their way into him, all at once. The kill notifications were for Denizens of assorted levels—from as low as Level 1, to as high as Level 140.

He skimmed them, some slim hope within him that he might have killed the Lord of the Endless Horde with that building. But he knew if that had happened, he would have gotten other notifications—the completion of the fifth floor, for one.

The remaining Denizens aboard the ship swiftly turned around, running away from him instead of toward him. Some even dove overboard to get out of his reach. He let them go, instead leaping to the next ship.

Soul Strike has a varied cooldown, dependent on how many souls are infused into the spell. It cannot be used for another 4 minutes and 3 seconds.

Not bad, Xavier thought. It was definitely a long time, but before his advancement to E Grade, the cooldown for using five hundred souls in Soul Strike would have been twice as long.

There had been several ships above the fight with the Lord of the Endless Horde—he’d counted six at his first glance, and he’d been right. They were all fleeing now, at the sight of the building falling, at the sight of him leaping out of that alley. But they weren’t far enough away.

Willpower Infusion’s cooldown ended. God, he was never more glad than now that it had a short cooldown.

There were dozens of people on these ships. He’d leapt to the next one to get into the centre of them. The moment he landed he cast Willpower Infusion. This time, he didn’t just have a single target.

The mist shot from him and went to everyone aboard not just this ship, but every one of the half dozen flying ships in the area. Mental blocks sprang up. Hundreds of them. But even with his focus split as it was between so many targets, not a single mind among them was strong enough to resist his influence.

He commanded those aboard each of the ships to turn them back around. To face the alley once more. His soulkeeping reserve had been replenished when that building fell, though it was only a little over eight hundred. Halfway to being full.

Standing at the prow of the centre ship, Xavier stared down at where the building had fallen.

It had to have fallen atop the D Grade bastard, hadn’t it? And though it clearly hadn’t killed him, perhaps it might have—

The part of the building that had fallen upon the alleyway exploded, breaking in half. A figure shot out of it. A figure in white martial arts robes, wielding a slender sword. The man leapt through the air…

No, he didn’t leap. He flew. Straight at Xavier.

Xavier steeled himself. He commanded every one of his thralls to attack. With spells. With the ships they captained. With anything and everything.

Fireballs, lightning bolts, shards of ice—they all sailed toward the D Grade bastard as he shot through the air.

Xavier cast Heavy Telekinesis. His casting was faster than all of the thralls, and the first spell to hit. He’d expected the man’s golden barrier to stop the attack, but it did nothing.

The man wasn’t thrown back, but he was halted in mid-air.

With all his power, Xavier tried to hold the man there. It wasn’t a simple push. He was trying to crush the man with his Heavy Telekinesis. Practically frozen in the air as he was, he got a good view of the man.

He didn’t appear wounded. There was no blood marring his white robes. No marks on him at all—not even soot or dust or anything from the building’s collapse.

How is that possible? How powerful is this man?

The spells hit then. Dozens of them, from every Denizen with ranged abilities. Arrows and crossbow bolts hit the Lord of the Endless Horde as well. A wave of fear exploded outward from all of the thralls he controlled. Fear at having attacked their Lord. The attacks did nothing. There was no golden barrier, and still, they caused the man no visible damage.

Ships sailed through the air toward the Lord, to ram into him, but Xavier knew it would that would do nothing too. If a building crashing into him hadn’t hurt the man, what could ships do?

Xavier cut the lines of energy that held his control over his thralls. Before he did, he pushed a final command into their minds for them to hold their ground. He didn’t know if it would work. He didn’t much care, either.

The Lord of the Endless Horde was only held by the Heavy Telekinesis spell for a mere second and a half. He broke free. Anger was written all over his face. Burned in his eyes. He didn’t fly at Xavier. Not right away.

Instead, he raised his sword. Pointed it at one of the ships sailing toward him. No words were spoken. He cast a spell. His sword glimmered in a golden light—much like the barrier he’d used upon himself. He slashed.

A blade of golden energy materialised in the air, an extension of the D Grade Denizen’s sword. It cut through one ship.

Slash.

Another.

Slash. Slash. Slash.

Every ship but the one Xavier stood upon was sliced completely in two. Then the sword was pointed at him.

“The time for games is over.”

The Lord of the Endless Horde slashed his sword.

Xavier’s mind reeled. He saw the slash coming. The attack falling. The man’s emotions. His anger. It boiled to the surface. The Lord of the Endless Horde’s mind had been controlled, and he must have felt nothing but horror that someone as weak as Xavier had managed such a thing.

Your health is at 21%

The golden blade of energy materialised in the air. A normal cut from the D Grade Denizen’s blade would be enough to kill Xavier right now.

A blow like this? It would obliterate him.

He saw it coming. Knew its exact trajectory. And he knew he was fast enough to get out of its way.

But Xavier didn’t move, because he also knew exactly what he needed to do to have a chance at killing this man. This man, whose aura was raging as much as his face was, the power radiating outward, crushing the less powerful Denizens in the area. The pressure Xavier felt from the man’s power was nothing compared with the surviving thralls still under his control.

The power he’s let loose… the chaotic, uncontrolled nature of it… that will be his demise.

Xavier just hoped he would survive killing his enemy.