Path of Spirit (Disgardium Book #6): LitRPG Series, Dan Sugralinov [the reader ebook .TXT] 📗

“Biancanova and Ronan have dropped off the radar,” he answered. “We have Mogwai, but he’s offline. Horvac is ready to take one…”

“I know, he got in touch. We need to visit the Travelers’ castle, unlock it as a destination for teleportation. How’s your shield? Will it hold?”

“It will for now,” Hinterleaf answered. “Sayan, what is your projection?”

“Fifty-four minutes at current damage per second,” the paladin reported.

“Then let’s not waste time,” I said. “But I see another problem — we only have two traps. The goblins promise another five by the end of the day, so we’ll have to send the legates somewhere far away. Any ideas where?”

The Modus officers exchanged glances. Yary answered unwillingly:

“Horvac suggested Holdest. But that’s their home. Is there any point? Considering they can use a Return Stone, I don’t see much difference. We could return them to the desert, or throw them into the Ursai Jungle.”

“We have to decide how,” Infect said. “Are we working in pairs or solo? If solo, then probably all of us but Scyth will die. Teleportation has a cooldown. I won’t say how long, but it has one. We won’t be able to get out right away.”

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” I said. “I can handle Criterror in the trap under the mountain, so let’s start with him…”

Yary took Crawler into his group and went off with him to pave the way to the cellar in the Travelers’ castle. Our mage had leveled up Levitation so much that now, just like me, he could literally drop out of the sky down onto his foes. Bomber and Infect would have to jump off their flying mounts.

I had to check the lie of the land. I flew into the air and looked around.

Criterror and ten servants stood in full view right before the front gates. The legate was on a small boulder, shooting arrows armed with plague energy at the shield dome. Familiar desert creatures and a few zombie giants standing in the moat to their waist, spread out to avoid area-of-effect spells. The minions gnawed and scratched the forcefield and the giants hammered it with their huge fists. The preventers rained down arrows, darts, spears and magic spells on them. The defenders all focused on a single target, and their strategy was working — one of the zombie giants fell before my eyes, but its fall only strengthened the others.

Having seen all I needed, I soared up into the sky, repositioned behind Criterror and flew toward him at full speed.

The legate of the Destroying Plague was deliberately placing himself under enemy fire, filling up on plague energy. His every shot buckled the forcefield, sending concentrated green-brown circles spreading across the dome’s surface. Some of the giants were already down, but several remained in the formation alongside the basilisks and vultures, now higher in level.

Criterror had made the same mistake as Mogwai. He wasn’t watching the skies, so when I dove down, activating Depths Teleportation as I fell, and teleported him to the goblin trap beneath Mount Mecharri, the archer was unpleasantly surprised.

I listened to him swearing in the dark of the cave while Depths Teleportation cooled down. He couldn’t do anything to me without his abilities. I attacked with my entire arsenal at once, grabbed his chainmail vest one-handed and lifted him up, pressing him against the wall and hammering my other fist down on his head, beating his rotten skull into his shoulders.

“This won’t… change… anything… idiot!” the legate hissed between my strikes. “The Nucleus has already summoned… Eileen! She will tell him… the Supreme Legate is caught… The Nucleus will summon him back! You… with your pathetic… attempts to stop us… will lose everything!”

His health points froze in the red zone. Once sure that Criterror wasn’t about to die, I let him go. He fell, his armor clanging as he hit the floor. Two white eyes gleamed balefully in the dark.

“You made Eileen the ninth legate?”

Realizing that he’d said too much, Criterror fell silent. I laughed, remembering how the Widowmakers leader and Mogwai felt about each other.

“Eileen is a legate?” I asked again.

“We couldn’t break the contract,” he admitted. “But she obeys Mogwai!”

“You’re going to have lots of time now, Crit, so use it to think. What use will you be to her once we’ve caught you all? She’ll be the only free legate in all of Dis!”

Depths Teleportation finished cooling down. Leaving the stunned archer beneath Mecharri on Bakabba, I returned to the Modus castle.

Chapter 22. Tough Gig

LATE THAT NIGHT, we finally arrived back at Mengoza, now our second home. We occupied a table laid with Aunt Stephanie’s culinary delights, covered ourselves with a Dome of Silence and began to swap our thoughts.

I yawned widely. The Roast Boar Leg in Spicy Sauce before me made my mouth water, but it was real food I was thinking about. Before we logged out of Dis, we had to let off some steam.

“It was a great hunt!” Bomber exclaimed, dropping his heavy mug of ale down on the table with a bang. “I thought Laneiran would claw out my eyes! She was screaming like an angry cat!”

“Hah! At least you got the elf girl! I had to grab that dwarf Cray — he’s small and square! I got tangled up in his beard!” Infect complained. “He’s already pretty rotten and his beard tore off…”

“Better the dwarf than Liam,” Crawler sighed. “That guy is such an asshole. I had to stop up his mouth with a Seal of Silence. Never heard so much shit about myself in such a short time…”

The boys continued discussing the successful operation. The plan had worked and then some — we even took Biancanova as she attacked the Ferals’ castle, and Ronan while he desperately