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Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

“NAM ET SI AMBULAVERO IN MEDIO UMBREA MORTIS,-”

The Father was still. Starting off quietly. Indulging the scene, inviting his own heretic rant into their embrace. To the patrons it was insulting, disgust washed over their faces, intense smiles began to drool and stretch in anticipation. His whispers carried through the entirety of their silence. Their muscles tensed on every slow syllable of his prayer.

The Gnome seemed the most cautious. Tilting his head back and forth demonically, almost in mockery of the priest's rambles. However none of the patrons moved, their feet sinking into the ground as if the holy words stunted them, warding them away. Unable to move forward the gnome suggests. “Pleeasee..” A happy but trembling tone as the warrior of god pressed his communion further. “PLEEEASE” Welting the handle of his knife with a heavy grip, panting like a dog as sweat dripped down his skin.

In the burst of sudden pause the patron's eyes locked onto weakness. Their stillness began to vibrate. Wide eyes spotted Lux. Getting wider and veinier as their cheeks reached the limit of physical exploitation. Like starved predators the whites of their eyes began to yellow as their sights rested on his obvious fear.

“NON TIMEBO MALA, QUONIAM TU MECUM ES.”

The fathers words hung onto them like heavy chains as his god fought for dominance. Even though he whispered, it was screaming into them. From the sole of their boots into the wick of candle flames, it howled into their cursed energy. Their movement was very little but the thunderous worship cockled their toes into a cramping crunch. Finger joints cracked. Veins swirled and fluttered violently.

“VIRGA TUA ET BACULUS TUUS, IPSA ME CONSOLATA SUNT.”

Lux’s hesitation was easy to spot, the inexperience in his words shined brightly. “What should we do?” It was cute and pretty in comparison to the fathers response.

“We kill them all and let god sort them out.”
The pace of how he moved was certain. A confidence in his behaviour solidified the desired outcome. He may have looked old but he moved like a smooth engine, old joints lubricated with the thirst of his faith. Finding his flail tightly wrapped around the moist neck of the laboratory head of human suffering. The gnomes limbs were too short to retaliate, the knife in his hands feeblely tried to reach Johanne but failed greatly to reach anything. The priest's eyes saw through all of them. A detached expression unnerved against the smiling parade.

Lux’s chair shot backwards as he frightfully reacted. Jerking the tavern furniture outwards with sheer unease. Flying through the crowd until it smashed against a patron, dismembering itself into pieces. The patrons themselves stood unaffected as if it wasn’t a threat enough to react to. Maybe it was calculative pain tolerance or simply nothing was there behind their soulless expression. Blood threaded down the patrons happy face as wood splinters dug down into bone. The injured patron reacted similarly to the gnome “Pleeease.” A large splinter is seen penetrating through cheek muscle into the person's throat, gurgling pain as they spoke. “Mooore”

Lux chose a tactical position of placing himself against the wall. “Are we sure this is the best option?”

“Welp, things happened. So let’s hope it’s for the best.”

Eva spotted more and more titles, becoming less clear the longer they remained in the village. The word “Laboratory” of the gnome's title began to wiggle and stretch as if it wanted to change or become more convincing. Constantly switching and flickering in and out as “Friend of all humans, -certainly not a cultist” sometimes as “Servant of happiness and only good things” among other suspiciously paragonic labels. Titles quickly blinking in and out of paradise. As if the reality of the village was endangered. The words colors and fonts constantly snapped in and out from a happy saturated theme to a demonic red tinge.

"Father.” She swallowed “I think we are dealing with... racists. Sadistic, Human-specific, kind of racists."

"Cipher, assemble."
The reflective metallics of cipher showed the patrons moving slowly in sync. None of them moved their feet, the only sound was of unsheathing metal as the patrons that massively outnumbered the guild members revealed their weapons. Butcher knives. Daggers of all sorts. If they didn’t have weapons they searched for things of use, anything sharp. Anything heavy. Anything durable. Even spoons and forks from table tops. Anything and everything to pry her out of her suit as if she were canned food.

The cows outside signalled. Their once normal appearance began to melt. The village's animals began to bleed from their orifices. “MOOOOOO” The smell of sudden meaty change from outside would persist inside as the gore of a sudden blood rushed their senses. It was tasty and the patrons swayed their noses in the air, savouring the stink like they were welcoming a signal. Refreshing their brains away from Johanne’s chants.

The second the overwhelming stench kicked them back to their senses, they charged.

But before any of the villagers could make a proper move.

A split second decision by Lux flared. Intensity of a thousand stars swallowed every corner of the tavern blinding the patrons only [Selective] Stopping them dead in their tracks, some would stagger away, some would trip and fall, while others stumbled back physically in pain from the [Affinity: Light] as if the mystical element of light penetrated the evil powers that possessed them.

IMMEDIATELY. Elara that was quiet for the most part and had stayed composed had tactically flipped over the table into a defensive position covering her guild mates. If she haven’t done so, they would’ve been met with thrown weaponry at their exposure but her quick thinking hastily guarded them. Blindly the patrons threw and swung at nothing. While still recovering from Lux’s spell they aimlessly and talentlessly flung all sorts of blades and glass at their barricade. Most patrons projectiles bluntly clanged against the table but a few blades would stick the landing. Once out of anything meaningful to throw they began to throw food and mugs of ale.

Wetting the parties position in the suspicious Iron Raspberry Ale. Expensive crystal mugs shattered against walls and the ceiling above them, raining the meaty red liquid down onto them.

LUX/EVA [APPRAISAL] As they became more exposed to the patrons food their appraisal skill would tell them that the demonic cuisine was hallucinogenic / weak poison / submissive / demonic / tasty / highly nutritious / lab grown / empowering / infected / compromised / don’t / cow

[EAT IT AND YOU’LL GAIN POWER AND HAPPINESS BEYOND]
[EAT IT]
[CONSUME IT]
[CON SUM ITTTT]

Elara was the only one to spot the cows and goats gathering outside blocking their way out of the village. But beyond the slow rise of chaos she channeled her senses and mediated on her skill of [Magic D]. Usually without any specific talents for observation or senses like the priest she wouldn’t be able to find anything, however the innate abyssal mana deep below the tavern was so repugnant any mage would be able to sense there was something deeply hidden that the patrons very suspiciously wanted to share previously.

Abyssal energies pulsated through the floorboards at a higher frequency before as if an engine had been turned on. Mass producing low qualities of chaotic taboo. From the outside Elara would sense a small gathering of cultists. Townsfolks amongst the herds of cows draped themselves in hooded pitch black robes. Whispering amongst themselves that the festival must continue, waiting for their turn to go underground.

[CULTIST TAVERN BRAWL]

“Let’s do this.”
Eva released a concentrated pin pointed energy. Cutting through the crowd, severing patrons limbs and organs until it found her target. The constant power of Eva’s beam emulsified her target, the titled gore-saint. The fae’s heated brainmatter sopped backwards from her weapon's momentum. Skull shrapnel purchased itself into the timber walls. While some of the townsfolk sprinted away easily, scurrying and stampeding themselves further underground. The victims of Eva’s attack limped and crawled away trying to retreat from her singular beam. Loose fat severed from their dismemberment, slipping away from untangled tendons and pouring blood. Some eventually found their way down into the trapdown where they would allow themselves to roll over and fall down the never-ending staircase. Others would quickly die of blood loss, painting the floorboards in muddled viscera that was the same color as the ale that they were previously chugging.

“DON’T LET THEM GO UNDERGROUND, THEY ARE NOT WELCOMED ANYMORE” The barkeeper screamed before aggressively spinning a crank hidden underneath the bar counter. It seemed physically difficult, rusty and dry but he still managed to slowly muscle it. The walls of the tavern began to create portals from other places in the world. Further breaking the fabric of reality. Eventually it’ll allow more enemies to aid Sweetwater if nobody is able to stop the barkeeper.

What remained were fifteen or so townsfolk inside the tavern. Fae and beast-kin of all shapes, races and sizes all equally determined to stall the guild members for as long as possible.

A dwarf flipped over his own table and began to wind up a slingshot towards Lux arming the sling with the poisoned food. While two small rabbit beast-kin charged unarmed but bared their teeth going for his ankle and wrist that held his wand.

Eva would encounter a surprise as an entire cow muscled its way through the tavern door and bullcharged her. If she wasn't entirely distracted by the massive cow, she would spot a [tiny] rat fae riding it on a rat-sized saddle holding a awkwardly long scythe going for a second winding up attack.

Two farmers with pitchforks lanced forward in attempt to stab through the table barricade and hurt anyone who still dared to stay behind it.

Johanne would hear crawling and taps on the ceiling and faced a spider beast-kin throwing projectile beer mugs. While simultaneously [tiny] two soldier-head ant beast-kin sped up and charged for jumping heatbutts, flanking from both sides while his one arm was occupied by holding the suffocating gnome.

Elara was met with randomly thrown food and utensils from the crowd until a horned goat was tossed through the window. Charging her with readied horns. What came after was a large tall elf man bursting toward the taverns wall, sprinting at her unarmed trying to grapple her.

ADRENALINE RUNS THROUGH THE PARTY. ALLOWING 5 ACTIONS.

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

She doesn't like the grim setting so she volunteers her own. “Play some tunes.”

The Siren Sisters used [Telepathy E] to play a love song to amuse themselves and motivate the others in a strange sense.

The Sheriff Is A Shy Guy

It wasn't only for her allies to hear. If the enemies relied so much on sound, her plan was to drown them out. What would happen if a mindless animalistic drone finally heard music and thoughts in its head for the first time? Flooding nearby allies and enemies with nyana’s lovely thoughts of the sheriff. Hoping to catch the flanking enemies in a distracted state to make them easier to deal with.

The Viltrumites skin was out of the question now, her lovely hulls were too damaged and bruised. Her soon-to-be corpse would be too battered to play around with. Maybe use her bones for instruments? Maybe use her skull as a puppet for an orphanage show n tell. It was good options but Nyana would rather have the half-human alive and in one-piece for better opportunities.

With a sway of her staff she orders the universe to supply her with more troops. She breathes in and sighs a bit."Let's try these girls again, okay?"

Emitting light of her staff to download meat shields into their reality. She requests [Shield Maidens x5] If properly summoned they will join the defensive line. Using [Shield Bash] whenever an enemy engage them. Completely dominating the battlefield in a numbers vs numbers game.

“Annnd advance…” She finger points with her hand mimicking the gunslinger. Slowly charging her entire defensive line, becoming a lovely and cute frontal charge of defensive bashes, telepathic distractions, psychic, poison and acid blights. It was a tight space, but just optimal for her minions spears and greatsword thrusts. Her other allies being unable to attack was their problem. She didn’t need anyone else but herself and her handsome soon to be skinned sheriff. Planning to each take his face and have her minions prance around pretending to arrest each other in a game of guards and thieves.

1-Command Siren Sisters to use Telepath E to distract enemies.
2-Summon [Shield Maidens x5]
3-Command all minions to move forward.

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

The father did not reply. Except he watched the gnome, eyeing him from tippy cone to his tippy toes. In seconds the bright jubilee contrasted with the health of the gnomes skin, turning into a sickly grey color as if their God became more present. Tavern smiles that went cheek to cheek wrinkled even tighter as the disrespect from the father was shown. Answer him correctly? The Father didn't bother to answer at all.

The clinks and glee started to halt. Plates and forks began to slow. Chatter became mumbles. Instrumental songs turned into single long notes. From the beginning every patron in the tavern were silently listening to the new group of adventurers, previously they would glance an eyeball, maybe a quick turn of the head. But now it was slow stares all in their direction.

The first to answer? A nervous lux. He mentioned how the earthquakes have done their part. It was an acceptable answer but the unease displayed was loud. Lux would find his wand in his satchel, but he wasn’t the only one to do so. The patrons also had their hands under their garments, obviously hiding weapons of some sort. Bags underneath their tables with contents unknown. This was their town so perhaps they even had weapons strapped underneath tables or under the bar counters. The possibilities were endless, this whole town could be bootytrapped for all they know.

The tavern became silent. Not even the draft of the wind was heard. Not a single blink or whistle of nosehair was present. The townsfolk's ears were fully wide open, listening to what they had to say. The acoustics of their voice, every single feeble emotion was to be analyzed. Studying the adventurer’s body language, their mannerisms, their speech patterns. Anything to give them a reason…

Elara chimed in. Awkwardly moving her chair around. Did she do that to give the gnome her full attention or was she nervous? Asking the gnome what the group could contribute. The gnome tilted his head at this question. Then she continued asking about things that were already so plentiful. Ranting on about not knowing what to contribute as if she didn’t know anything about their God.

A quick whistle from outside. Calling in the farm animals from the fields to block the tavern entrances and windows. The livestock were quick and unnaturally obedient. Herds of cows blocked the streets. Horned goats birched themselves on the window frames to watch inside. Pigs rolled over and laid behind doors, barricading the way out. It was silent. Not a single grunt or noise was made by the livestock as if they were a hivemind.

Then to change the mood, Eva’s manic behavior was indeed a certainty in their case. Celebrating the earthquake (singular?) was a good answer, but she never stated anything about celebrating how many human deaths they have brought. The numbers underneath the names of kingdoms and cities were quite accurate on how many humans were suffering or died. If any of the adventurers cared to notice now, none of the townsfolk in Sweetwater were humans. Correlation? Huge. Cipher raising its hands up in the air in rejoice was a giant gesture of ‘I DON’T KNOW WHY WERE HERE’

But they weren’t totally in the red yet. The gnome confronts them, stepping in closer. Some patrons are now standing up from their seats. Soulless smiles all around. “Okay, okay.. I get it. Pants are on fire, it’s okay” the gnome says pretty enthusiastically, gesturing to the patrons to settle down.

“It’s obvious.”
“Would you like to know more about our newly found God and saviour? Come downstairs. Everyone deserves forgiveness and second chances.” Knife holstered back into his pants.

From behind the bar counter, the bartender opened a trapdown which led to an endless staircase going down into pitch black.

Eva Briar / Lux - From the heavens above came a blessing. Activating their [Appraisal] without the townsfolk seeing. Shielding a message from the divine to protect them from the unholy. From their perspective only they saw the titles of some of the patrons. An elf fae in the corner had the title “The Human Leg Butcher.” A dwarf that sat at the other side of the bar was “The Gore-Saint, Flayer of Ryke’s Humans.” A rat-like beast-kin titled “The Human Children’s V8 Bone Engine - Scream Powered.” Another fae had “The Human Liver Soup Chef” Another had “The Human Skin-Walker, Well-fitted and fashionable” The names kept showing up, more and more vile than the last. Appearing more the longer they stayed. The gnome that confronted them and had asked them to come downstairs had the title of “Laboratory Head Of Human Suffering.”

Six Sense [Evil Spirits] - Evil burns even brighter than before. The second the gnome mentioned to come downstairs the floorboards of the tavern would increase tenfold in ectoplasmic activity. Underneath them was grand in size. Swirling with evil.

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

It whispered the color of red.

The barkeeper was a happy gnome, grey-haired old and experienced so he easily understood the armors gesture. Handing over a traysload of their signature ale named, 'Iron Raspberries, name etched on crystal mugs. It had a distinct carnivore-like flavor that stung the tongue with a raw savory sensation. Muddled in the bottom was a unique meaty texture of red fruit giving the ale it's foggy red shade. As strange as the beer was, what was weirder was that the barkeeper did not ask or care for payment, handing back the armors coins. "We don't do that here, anymore." He laughed a little too long for comfort.

If anyone noticed, the townsfolk radiated an adnormal happiness. Slurping the taverns ale like cattle desperately wanting their mother's milk. Drool slipped pass their cheeks and down to their chins as they feasted on a supply of food that no small town could even manage. Fats sizzled on overly juicy meat that never seemed to go cold no matter how many hours passed. Plunk vegetables never dried. Bread was always crispy and soft. And it was all free and up to grab. No matter how much they ate, there was always more.

Instead of a menu above the bar there was kingdom, city and town names with a particular number underneath each. It seemed random at first but if one were to notice it was all the places that have been devastated by the recent earthquakes. One of the workers began to write down Ryke. Then the number zero with an ominous question mark that made the rest of the patrons giggle and laugh in anticipation.

"Are you fellas here for the festival as well? Celebrating the success of the earthquakes?" It was a happy gnome, brown curls and a long single tipped cone on his head. Quickly approaching but staying his distance. Not too far away to be awkward but close enough for them to see that he had a knife tightly gripped in his hand. Answer him correctly.

Everybody was watching, even the cows. What used to be animals staring off were now looking in the direction of the adventurers.

Six Sense [Evil Spirits] - Even without investigating, Johannes can sense a demonic presence in every single morsel that he can see. Inanimate and alive, everything in this town has been cursed.

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

A tree demonically shifts in a forest. Nobody hears it.
Not even the birds.

Nature holds its breath.
Shadows crawl, as if they were guiding you.
The road ahead cleanly leads to Sweetwater.

You come across

A BLEEDING FOREST

Think of whatever you may
Proceed forward?
or back?
Eventually the path distorts into a normality.
A mundane town, nothing out of the ordinary at face value.
A certainty has been placed in the universe.
No matter where you go
or think you were heading,
The path was waiting for you to arrive.

STILLREST INN -SWEETWATER- OUTSKIRTS OF RYKE

Inside, laughter lasted a note too long. Floorboards gleamed without a trace of dirt, cupboards untouched by dust as if the tavern had been cleaned tenfold. The ale was too rich in color than it had any right to be, the food too fat and satisfying for any common farmer to produce.

The smells of enrichening food could only be described as heighteningly addictive, the oak woods interior aroma matched of nostalgic childhood holiday memories. Colors seemed more saturated and lively as the taverns lanterns did not burn your sense of sight but massaged instead. The clinks of glass cups did not violently vibrate and more-so sung ever gently into the background.

Outside the barn animals behaved well without sound and slight movement. Cows did not stink nor was the grass eaten or treaded on. Chicken coops were still, hay beddings too neat. Pigs laid peacefully with their eyes fully open, blinking ever so slowly.

The weather was screamfully perfect without a buzzing insect in sight. At surface level there was no wind to bother anyone. Clouds above were shaped heavenly and only seemed to move when looked at.

The tavern patrons welcomed strangers and one another continuing their daily routines. Gnomes ordered their morning eggs at the high stooled bar. Sharp eared fae conversed with each other, breaking bread with friends. Beast-kin of all shapes and sizes sat, some would be graciously singing, some would be dancing with their mates.

In the far left corner of the tavern was an empty table where the adventurers guild wanted to meet together.

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

yeee

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

“Hmph!” She huffs and puffs as the squeeroni escaped her grasps.

Perhaps she has to invest her time in more seductive knowledge later on. Was her perfect beauty that the God Of Human Suffering granted her not enough? Or was this situation of battle and blood not a normality to these pathetic humans? The handsome sheriff was too distracted by the height of the battle to fully embrace her. She would have to fix that, so she could later flay his skin and skewer it. Victory was the only thing that they wanted, however there was no prize to be won here if they won. Their suffering was actually rising and it was much more preferable.

If she did celebrate and call it quits, her own beliefs would be at stake. There was still innocent fae in the crossfire that were in-danger.

You shall purify all who is labeled under the act of required baptism without endangering innocence around you

If only they were all humans would she be able to betray them all and cause chaos, but these nitwits were present. In the ancient scripture of Sheegigro it saws she cannot baptise the filth without endangering innocent fae. However, how innocent were they? They were involuntarily charging into battle without much tactics or teamwork.She thought about of a moment, a finger tip pressing against her cheek. Coming to the conclusion that stupidity didn’t categorize them out of it. They were still potential servants of Sheegigro, she would have to show them his glory.

You shall harvest and conserve Ecto Escortia Divinae into self divinity and to those who require purification

Expose them to the power of her god.

Her staff sung bright. A holy muse casted throughout. Hear it. Keeping her joy alive. Light of friends. From a long way through the abyss, shone a light. Her voice carrying it, guiding it into materialization. “Hands of Sheegigro”

The warp of chaos introduces itself in her words, causing it to mystically echo. Halting itself into a standstill as she begun to channel its power. “God Of Human Suffering, I borrow.”

Infinite corridors enter her mindseye. Her astral form seeks the construction of flesh.
Asking for flesh of [Strength E][Vitality E][Speed E]. Pointing her staff purposefully. Emitting a radiance that began to print out bones, nervous systems and fibers until divine skin shined lusciously.

“Steeled torment.” Her thoughts of metal structures, wishing them into reality. Downloading [Heavy Armor F] and [Two Handed Greatsword F] onto her puppets. Layering them in godly protection.

For once in the battle, she closes her eyes. Concentrating. Unlike her other shield maidens who were effortlessly casted without a thought. The Hands Of Sheegigro were almost a longful prayer. A true representation of their Gods seduction. "Forever nectarious.” Their metal hulls form normally, but their flesh was purely tainted. Their pupils discovering the darkness of the basement would blink and elastically glow into a predatory energy. Like newborns they would yawn and test their jaws. Teeth shrieking outwards as the specimens from the abyss shown their long fangs.

They smiled like the rest of her minions but it wasn’t a gentle personality at all. It was urgent and greedy. Their expressions were of leashed killers, ravaging with a thirst of death. “Grant my children their desires.”

She calls for damage.

“Your blessed blood”
[Blight - Poison - F]
[Blight - Acid - F - 7]
Their greatswords sharpened by the maw of chaos began to drool. Red droplets were imagined into existence. Coating their weapons with pain. Sizzling the concrete ground beneath them. Peppering the tiles from where they stood in wet excitement.

"Slice, Lacerate, Butcher and wet."
"Weapons free my darlings."

Superiorly arm and weaponized with the toxic pleasure of Sheegigro's love. Nyana could not care for the status of her shield maidens they were simply designed to stall an enemy. In comparison, they were feeble illusions to hide the true representation of her divine. What came fourth were devilishly tane-like fae. As beautifully corrupt as one another. Perhaps even more monsterously violent as their reptilian cave dwellers. The priestess had commanded them free reign over the battlefield with no sense of purpose or direction, only to charge and die. Throwing themselves in all directions, ready to attack the cave monsters with.

Blessed Blood - Fighting Style - Greatsword - F, Two Handed Greatsword - F, Blight - Poison -F, Blight - Acid - F, Continuing - F
Minion attacks with a greatsword coated with sheegigro's blood, infects the target with continuing poison and continuing acid.
Action: 1
Cooldown: 0

1:Channel spell
2:Summon Hands Of Sheegigro x5
3:Command Hands Of Sheegigro.

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

“You’re so cool!” The blushing priestess was in awe. Wanting to twirl his mustache with her tongue. The pink hues in her face stayed, eyes sparkling as she naturally commanded her death march. Squeezing her body next to the sheriff to keep herself warm in the desolate rocky basement. His muscles throbbing with masculinity and blood was comforting.

The Shield Maidens were wonderful. Wrinkling the bones of these pathetic creatures as they squished and stampeded themselves against their shield wall. Splattering sounds and the crackle of bones echoed, the sounds of battle was like an orchestra. Nyana the maestro.
Popping her young lips with excitement “My lovely shields, peel back to the second line.” Slowly retreating step by step while staying on guard. Using [Block!] to cover their own retreat. Some would be ambushed from behind, hoping their flesh withstood the damage. They appeared to have armor but it was simply an illusion, they might as well been naked as preferable as that would’ve been.

“First Order, cover their retreat.” Spear heads were already readied forward. The second line of defence, unlike the shield maidens, had actual armor. [Light Armor E] equipped with [Two Handed Pikes E] It was a simple method of war. Funnel and separate the enemy with cannon fodder when first engaged then retreat to a bigger fighting force to pick off the stragglers.

When faced with an enemy the first order would bless their enemies with a prayer infused spearhead. The markings of their weapons are engraved with Sheegigro’s blessings. If one were to look closely at the patterns it was symbols and drawings of humans. On fire. Dismembered. Tortured. Crying. Flayed. Demonic and chaotic.

Charge! - Fighting Style - Spears - F, Two-handed Pike - E, Blight [Psychic] - F
Melee attack with spears infused with Sheegigro's blessing, causing an infusion of psychic radiation from the heavens causing brain damage
Action - 1
Cooldown - 0

However if you accounted for the numbers the lizard creatures seemed endless. “If someone has the capacity to do so, pretty please, close their entrance.” She hinted at the earth bender or even the superstrengthed viltrumite. If they didn’t manage to do it on their own, she had the idea of clogging up the massive ravine with her servants corpses, however long that would take.

“Semi circle formation.” It would take too long to form a full protective circle around her so she made the quick call for half. This would make it harder for the creatures to flank behind the defensive line but also makes the area they control much tighter. If the other adventurer’s wanted to follow through that would be great, but she could hardly care. If they wanted to be individuals and get swarmed one by one then so be it. Especially the newcomer samurai. She’s a female, hearing her squeals would be nice. Maybe even louder and more beautiful of the crunching of bones or the clanging of metal.

“You’re doing good, handsome.” Nyana's eyes smiled. Spanking the sheriff, coping a small gentle handful of his buttocks.

1 Command frontline to fall back to second line
2 Second line [First Order] is reinforced, attack with spears.
3 Command to form a semi circle defensive formation to make it harder for the creatures to flank.

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

Welcome to the realm of combat.

It’s of free will. You can absolutely do anything you want. Nobody will know. Survivors might, but honestly how many will there be? And how many will have their eyes left?

With her minions complete compliance she could tell them to do anything and they would do it with a smile. The complete freedom of engagement was anything anybody would ask for, and for Nyana it was never wasted on.

She could tell her minions to shit on each of their barechests. Tell them to scalp someone and replace their hair with their liver lining. If nobody batted an eye, she could tell one of her minions to start dancing with a decapitated victim while finger fucking their orifaces. All of these were just simple methods in scaring the inferior human minds, to weaken their souls and succumb them to more pain. Physical pain was a good standard for the equation of Sheegigro, but mental anguish was absolute.

There was an idea of telling her Golden Vessels to skin themselves as they began to fade away but it happened way too fast. “Awh shucks.” Coddling next to McCoys arm, blushing as she squeezes her body next to him. He said something on the line that it wasn’t her decision for her partnership. What he didn’t realize yet was that she just wanted him submissive and brain washed, so when she eventually force fed him molten glass it would be a good amount of betrayal. The equation suggests that humans feel tremendous amounts of pain when they are betrayed, most will live with that pain for most of their lifetimes. It was a long term investment that would empower her for many years.

Cutely poking her cheek. “Something here doesn’t like meeee” She spoke of the magical forces that leeched her minion spell away. “Let’s try again because I'm stubborn!”
Lazily aiming her staff.

From deep within the multiverse she conversed with her God. The many realms from where they connected. Downloading the blueprint of the infinite Nyana’s that stood inside this very basement. She sees herself. In some worlds she’s still holding McCoy’s arm. In others it’s the viltrumites. In some rare cases she’s smashing the skull of the blonde boy or feeding bits and pieces of Taotie to the reptiles.

What she requested were meatshields.

It could’ve been taken literally where she’d conjure random slabs on bloody meat in the shape of rectangles. As effective and funny as that would be, she was still playing a good girl.

Five was always the limit for now. Five was a good number anyway. Just like fingers, If you lose one or two, the hand is still sorta functional. Wondering how many fingers McCoy needed to lose for him to fail at his ability to shoot his gun? How many fingers does the viltrumite need to lose to stop grappling things? How many fingers does the purple small thing need for children to throw up? How many fingers does the blonde boy need to wipe his ass?

Then another newcomer came, wearing an unfashionable outfit of blue pants and a red top. An ugly peasant fae was worse than a human slave. Removing their fingers wouldn’t make them any less attractive, bleh. Ugly Maxxing.

“SUMMON SHIELD MAIDENS”

Magic - F, Minions - SHIELD MAIDENS - F, Staff Catalyst - F - Action 1, Cooldown 0.
Nyana Nulgrim Summons 5x Shield Maidens awaiting her command. They are sword and shield generalist.

What came fourth from holy light were five fae women, all youthful and joyous as the other. Armored. Sword and Shield. “Hiya there, kiddo!” They greeted the new tinkerer friend. Happily. waving goodbye as they charged towards the battle.

“Alright girls! defensive baseline, please.” [Warfare F] She commanded her [Shield Maidens 5x] Telling them to reinforce the frontline. They will use [Block!] if encountered. If they successfully defend themselves, it mattered not. They were sacrificial.

Block!
- Fighting Style - Shields -F ,Deflect - F, Shield - F, - Minion attempts to block an attack with their shield
Action: 2
Cooldown: 0

If her casted minions faded back into the abyss like before, successful or not she and her [Siren Sisters] would still use McCoy as protection, hiding behind him.

Actions:
1 - Summon Shield Maidens
2 - Command Shield Maidens to move to frontline

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

Nyana wasn't planning on doing anything until a special case arrives.

The elf boy was atrociously normal. Any sort of suffering that would come to him would be unoptimal, almost useless. The cosmic equation that Nyana worshipped called for the human species, he was physically useless to her. As cute as he was and how awesome it would’ve been to see the bones in his face crushed, to see the blonde roots of his hair turn red as claws scrape against his scalp. He was yawnfully innocent.

You shall purify all who is labeled under the act of required baptism without endangering innocence around you

Next came a blur.

Tempting. It was some sort of human creature with a communion of flight and speed. The equation accepts the oddly dressed creature, but only partially. She looked quite dense, as flying brawlers usually were. Durable creatures can still feel pain. As one can vividly imagine a scenario where minions are continuously summoned inside of a resilient human. What would happen? How many beautiful minions would it cost until the crushed bodies accumulated so much that their throat clogged with sloppy organs and wrinkled bones? Nyana didn’t have that calculation yet, it would be a great theory to study. To ask her directly or test. However the flying super human might be useful and decided to let her live/help.

Next was a small fairy thing that tasted purple. Ignore. Just like the cute blonde boy, her life did not matter to Nyana. Studies have shown that 97% of human children feel an immense amount of pain when cute creatures like the small thing died in front of them. Nyana however could not do such a thing herself, it went against the laws of Sheegigro. If the small thing were to be suddenly pounced and mauled by a wolf in front of children? She questions herself if she would help as it would be a natural occurrence. Or would she be punished for not protecting the non-human?

Then there was the human sheriff. Pure filth. With a devilishly cute attitude she confronted him. “You, stay with my third ranks” trying to isolate him to herself. As far as she knew she was the only one with [Warfare F] It was obvious that they had to defend their position but did the group know how? It was up to the priestess to command. “Hello, new friends!” She announced proudly. “Any tanky people? To the front please, accompanied with anyone with crowd control tactics to support.”

“When the frontline dies or falls, we will have a second formation behind to retreat to.” The [First Order x5] in unison begin to form the second defensive line standing about 3 meters apart. Their spears firm in their hands just as their friendly smiles. Some of them wave. “Pleasure to die with y’all!” Cheerful smirks unfading.

“When the second formation begins to fall? They will fall back to the third rank and hold ground. The third rank will support with ranged attacks the entire battle.”
With a swoosh of her staff, Nyana summons [Golden Vessels x5]. Five devoted spirits from the abyss construct themselves from an ominous yellow light that mimicked holy affinities. What came was a group of female mages that was just as harmonious and pretty as herself and the other minions. “We are summoned?” Some of them look around unaware of the situation. “Golly, looks like we got ourselves in a bit of a jiffy!” The mages gleefully prepare getting into a third defensive formation with their sisters. Staves at the ready and aimed at battle.

“SUMMON GOLDEN VESSELS”

Magic - F, Minions - GOLDEN VESSELS- F, Staff Catalyst - F - Action 1, Cooldown 0.
Nyana Zulgrim Summons 5x Golden Vessels awaiting her command. They are mages with an affinity of light.

Nyana staying back in the third ranks to support and refresh her minions whenever needed. There was plenty more loyal servants that she had in her pocket but she decided to save her mana. Coming closer to the sheriff, her telepathic siren sisters gazed at him with awe. "Such a strong man! So handsome!" A siren pleasurably states, slowly reaching for him. Catching the attention of the mages, they take a sneak peek at him, blushing.
“No touching.” gently slapping the sirens hand away from him. "He's mine for later."

Siren Sisters 5/5
First Order 5/5
Golden Vessels 5/5