Overpowered Wizard

Gilbert wondered if the Infinita Star System had parameters set to test the exact weaknesses of a person. When he turned to face Lady Hentayury again, he had to brace himself.

The devilish false idol exuded a thick, energetic, and heady charm that challenged his rare trait, Unyielding Mentality, and his free for real +2.

She was a tall, voluptuous, and attractive woman with pale skin, golden hair, and bright blue eyes. She had full ruby red lips. A full bosom. Full everything, really.

She was Gilbert’s type, and that was without the invasive charm magic.

Without Unyielding Mentality and his freedom alignment, Gilbert would’ve fallen the moment he heard her voice or turned to look into her arresting eyes.

He still felt the urge, but he turned his attention to the dozen slimy tentacles waving behind her. He snapped back to focus. He reminded himself of the truth.

He was facing a false idol. A Tier 4 regressor limited to the Master Rank. She had plenty of abilities, stats, and experience over him.

Yet, Gilbert had to put her down.

Bianca’s got three. Hannah’s doing the important work. I have to take this on my own.

He always felt out of place compared to the others. He sometimes felt like he held them back. He sometimes imagined if it wasn’t for his healing prowess, he wouldn’t really fit in.

Maybe it was because he was more grounded. Or maybe he had it hard because that was the way of being a failed Christian who kept sinning.

But I’ll be damned if I let this whore of revelations make a bitch out of me without a fight.

Determined, Gilbert clenched his jaw. He hunkered down, shield raised, axe propped over his shoulder.

Squads of imps and a few demonic beasts gathered on the stairs below or on both sides of the rampart. They served as a rowdy audience, heckling Gilbert with threats and the occasional hellfire ball.

None of them mattered. Gilbert locked in, anticipating the false idol’s next move

Lady Hentayury laughed at him, making herself sound beautiful and irresistible. Her luscious ruby red lips parted to show sparkling white teeth and a dancing pink tongue that swiped from side-to-side.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled with interest in him, as if he was all that mattered to her. Maybe they could talk things out.

Gilbert charged with a roar. He rammed the face of his big and boxy shield at her. He held back his axe to see her reaction.

It didn’t surprise him when she dodged around using high Agility and an ability or two. She left the air and floor slimy in her wake.

The last time they’d traded attacks, Gilbert had gotten caught in that slime. He didn’t let it happen again.

He dug his heels into the crusted blood. He twisted around fast for an axe back swing.

He missed.

Lady Hentayury flowed right over like water. Her tentacles slapped down and wrapped up his axe arm as it passed. The oozing slime congealed into harder stuff, holding fast to him.

Gilbert tried to pry her off with a shield bash, a futile maneuver.

The hell-born Master Ranker grabbed the edge of his shield with her dainty hand and stopped him with her overt Strength.

She laughed once more, her voice like honey and wine, as she yanked him closer by leveraging her Strength on his shield and trapped axe arm. She pulled his unguarded face into her rising fist.

Gilbert saw black spots and flashing lights. That would’ve been a concussion if it wasn’t for his high vitality, constitution, and grit.

That also made him a great punching bag as Lady Hentayury pried apart his axe arm and shield arm some more. She opened him up further for more abuse.

She laughed and punched.

She punched and laughed.

She beat him to hurt him, to break him, to press her dominance over him. She beat him backward, forcing him into a stumble, as she turned his face black, blue, and red, like a modern art piece.

She even struck him with resounding slaps that sounded like thunderclaps.

A few with the palm. And a few with her backhand.

The devilish false idol laughed some more with sadistic glee that revealed her charming facade to be just that, a temptation of sin and hellish torment.

Then she used her tentacles to lift Gilbert off the floor.

She swung him about even harder than the last time, crashing him into the nearest columns on the stone rampart. She scraped off the pounds of layered blood with his armored body like he was a wash rag before throwing him against the blocky edge.

He landed back first, his spine-creaking, his head snapping back.

“GILBERT!” bellowed Bianca, her voice as big as her form, reaching him easily despite the distance. She’d definitely seen his ass getting handed to him.

He didn’t let that bother him too much.

Before Bianca could do anything, the trio of royal devils went back to hound her and keep her occupied. She couldn’t intervene for him right now, and that was okay.

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He was still in the fight.

Gilbert chanced a look behind him.

The fortress holding the thing-a-ma-bob that kept the portal open stood on a tall mound of black rock. Everywhere he looked, he saw millions of infernal creatures in slow march toward the portal across a dusty, hazy plain surrounding the portal fort.

He’d never thought he would be in a position like this, put against the literal forces of hell, and left with the fate of an entire continent, and maybe an entire world, on the shoulders of his friends and himself.

Protect and serve, right?

Gilbert groaned as he pulled himself free of the indent he’d made against the rampart edge. He looked up with swollen eyes at Lady Hentayury.

She was hovering above him while sitting back on a throne formed by her tentacles.

Thrusting her foot at him, she gave him an order. “Kiss it.”

“No.”

Gilbert set the axe behind his back. He folded the legendary shield into the brace on his arm. He put up the dukes, his gauntlet-clad fists balled tight.

And he made a quick change in alpha and beta skills while he had a momentary break.

Lady Hentayury laughed at him again.

Flashes of light and infernal magic raged in the background.

A sharp gasp from Bianca rang out. The false idols had gotten another hit on her.

Gilbert had no idea how things were with Hannah and Slip. The spider network was on the fritz while on this side of the portal and away from Zarian.

One thing at a time. Brick by brick.

Gilbert launched into the air with a superman punch.

Lady Hentayury wrapped his attacking arm with a smaller tentacle and stopped the punch mid air. She brought him closer inch by inch as her deceptive visage shifted into her true form.

She stopped being a blue-eyed, pale-skinned, blonde bombshell.

Her eyes turned bloody red. Her skin turned sickly green and yellow, like congealed pus and snot. Her hair turned into wiry worms. And the rest of her transformed into multiple sucker-like mouths with hooked teeth.

Her voice remained smooth, silky, and charming as she talked. “Come, dear. You’ve entertained me plenty enough. How about I give you a reward that’ll last you for the rest of your life?”

“The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion,” Gilbert said, cocking back his free hand.

“Hahaha! Such funny words. Tell me more while I devour you, my love.” She drew him closer and closer to her sick body and the suckers with gnashing teeth.

“Those words aren’t a laughing matter. And the same goes for this.” Gilbert threw his free hand into another punch.

Again, she laughed. Again, she raised a hand to prove her Strength over him. Again, she didn’t take him seriously.

But unlike before, Gilbert actually used his Sacrificial Blow +2. The skill was in the alpha skill section, too.

Gilbert punched straight through her hand. He plowed into one of her sucker mouths and blew that up.

The monstrous devil lady screamed, her tentacles thrashing about.

Gilbert grabbed onto the ones she had around him and held on for dear life. It was a risk to do so. His Healing Force +2 was in the beta skill section, making it much weaker.

But Gilbert’s heart had no room for doubt. He held on to the bucking false idol and reached behind him for his axe.

Grabbing the handle, he swung down with perfect timing to cleave into her body. He sacrificed more of his health for more hitting power.

She tried to toughen herself up with hardened slime. She tried to blast him away with a sonic screech. She tried to fight, but Gilbert had her this time, and the legendary gear he wore stood up to the test.

By the time Gilbert finished, he was a wrecked and bloody man. He could barely see out of his bruised and battered face.

But Lady Hentayury was dead at his boots, her body all broken down in destroyed and frozen pieces.

He pumped himself up with the beta version of Healing Force +2 and ran forward along the rampart. Imps tried to get in his way. He unfolded his shield from his left and rammed straight through them like a run-away truck.

They’d struck him with hellfire, poison rays, and acid bombs. But Gilbert kept going and going until he finally felt Bianca’s radiant presence whooshing above him like a jet fighter.

He healed up his face enough to look up and see three devils spiraled around her speedily, avoiding her counter swings and laser shots while wearing her down with their own evil attacks.

The Knighted Healer placed his axe on his back where it tethered itself via rune magic. Hannah really had thought of everything, or would eventually.

Folding his shield again, Gilbert ignored the heckling imps and new horde of demonic beasts running at him as he climbed up to the edge of the wall.

Below him, more and more hordes of infernal beasts slavering for a chance to chew him apart surged about. Infernal storms thundered. The skies rained blood, flames, and brimstone.

Bianca came around again like a jet fighter, and Gilbert made a leap of faith.

He had no doubt in his heart. There wasn’t enough room for it. Besides, Bianca was quick to support his faith. She freed up two of her six hands and grabbed him mid-flight while dodging devil attacks.

Then, with a quick flick up toward her head, she tossed Gilbert into her wavering hair.

He grabbed onto a thick robe of golden strands and held on. He barely had much time to adjust as Bianca banked, rolled, and dove. She dodged beneath torrents of hell magic that wanted to rip her apart and bring her down.

She returned fire with beams of lasers and slashes of light. Now and then, she emitted a bright flash that blinded her pursuers.

Despite all of that, she couldn’t open them up enough for a solid hit. And she was much slower and weaker than usual.

The Floridians were tired, and they were on the enemy’s turf. The devils had most of the advantages. But not all.

Gilbert kept hold of Bianca’s hair. He waved back and forth through the whipping air, ignoring the noxious fumes, bloody rain, and acrid clouds. He did his job by just being there, as the devils kept maneuvering and picking at Bianca.

It took a while because the devils were Master Rankers, but eventually the effects of Tranquilizer Touch +2 got to them. Even if only a smidge.

The devils noticeably slowed down. Gilbert pumped Adrenaline Jolt +2 into Bianca and sacrificed some of his health to increase the power of her next melee blow.

Bianca released another eruption of light, but far brighter than the earlier ones. Gilbert’s eyes and skin burned from the intensity of that light, and he wasn’t even the intended target.

Bianca’s flash burned the devils the worst. She had the power of free good +6 and traits like the rare Evil hunter or legendary Sainted Smite to help her.

Gilbert realized Bianca had waited for this moment and took some damage on purpose. Having Gilbert sealed the deal.

All Gilbert could do next was hold tight to her hair as Bianca moved like a gale-force wind, spiraling through the air with an improbable flight maneuver only a giant and feathered princess could do, her six sabers of light swerving and slashing in circling arcs.

Gilbert could barely track anything while he got tossed about wildly, clinging to Bianca’s hair with all his Strength to keep from getting thrown off. Then finally, Bianca came to a standstill, landing on the rooftop of the central keep where Hannah and Slip should be.

Gilbert thumped down onto her scalp with a groan. He shook his head and glanced up in time to catch three different devils falling as separated pieces.

Just like that, Bianca had cut them down. It didn’t seem like she’d needed his help, but then again, she hadn’t done it until he got to her.

“GRACIAS!” Bianca bellowed.

“De nada,” Gilbert replied.

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