Andrew Moore
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As more and more demons piled onto the Dark Lord, their roars filled the air, each of them thrusting their spears, swords, and axes down into the mass. From above, Elder Tarsus could only see the writhing mound of demonic bodies and the flashes of their weapons striking down. The scene was obscured, leaving him and his forces unsure of what exactly was happening beneath the pile of demons. The Skyhall angels, watching from a safer distance, reacted with a mix of emotions. Some were shocked, their faces…-
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As he readied himself for the confrontation, his cape retracted smoothly into his armor, and the sword sheathes clicked audibly as they extended, allowing him to draw his twin dark swords from his back. The blades gleamed menacingly in the dim light, ready to cut through anyone who dared to stand in his way. Surveying the scene around him, Michael saw the sky filled with warships, demons, and Skyhall angels, a swirling mass of enemies that blotted out the light. Below, the raging ocean was surrounded by…
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At the helm of Big Bertha, Corey stood captaining the formidable warship with a cold grin on his face as he watched their latest target get obliterated. Beside her on the captain's platform, Gibson, the grizzled first mate and former pirate, roared at the crew with the authority of a seasoned sea dog. "Aim those mortars at the frigates! Sink those Skyhall bastards to the bottom of the sea!" The mortar crew sprang into action, hustling to move the heavy mortar to the front of the ship. The red light, a…
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As the demon army descended upon the battlefield, their menacing presence immediately turned the tide of the fight. With their four muscular arms and menacing, leathery wings, they tore through the ranks of the dark army soldiers with horrifying efficiency. The demons used their superior strength and extra limbs to grasp, throw, and mercilessly crush their opponents. At the same time, their wings provided swift and agile maneuverability, allowing them to swoop and dive with predatory precision. The dark…
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As the top of the coffin clattered to the floor, a dense cloud of smoke billowed out, obscuring the demon's form from view. The elf stood tense, his hand still on the hilt of his sword, eyes fixed on the slowly dispersing smoke, eager yet apprehensive to catch a glimpse of the resurrected demon. These reanimated demons were vastly different from the typical undead or the soulless army of Salesi. Whereas the undead and Salesi's soul army operated on a singular, mindless intent to kill, these demons…
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As Michael watched, the intensity of the battle escalated dramatically. The warships above and on the sea fired volleys of cannons, each projectile infused with arch energy that glowed with a strange purple hue. The impact of these enhanced cannonballs was devastating, each hit causing the floating mountain to shudder more violently under their force. Michael steadied himself against the tremors while his eyes narrowed at the display of Skyhall's augmented firepower. Just then, Ricky returned, his face…
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Michael strode calmly out of the council hall, his demeanor unflustered as he exited the dark, imposing structure of the Dark Castle, which stood only half-completed against the turbulent sky. The moment he stepped outside, his gaze was immediately drawn upward. The dark sky was ominously littered with giant warships, both in the sky and on the raging sea below, each one emblazoned with the stark symbol of Skyhall. "Quite the welcoming committee," Michael muttered under his breath, a hint of dark…
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Eventually, the frenzied combat slowed as the number of creatures dwindled, leaving Michael standing, breathing heavily amidst the carnage. He climbed atop the pile of bodies, a makeshift throne of the fallen, and paused to catch his breath. As he sat, the system notifications rang relentlessly in his head, tallying the minuscule badass points and experience points he had earned from the skirmish. "Seriously? That's all the points these fuckers are worth?" Michael scoffed, glaring at the blinking…
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Michael's gaze shifted upwards, observing how the usual blood-red sky of the Demon's Grave mingled with unnerving darkness, which reminded him of Noah's death. "With Noah gone, this whole damn universe feels off," he muttered, the eerie mix casting unsettling shadows across the rugged terrain. In the distance, his attention was caught by a chaotic spectacle. A group of giant bats, emboldened perhaps by the darkness, were aggressively swooping down on a pack of enraged creatures. These beasts had the…
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Three days later, Michael stood before his newly forged armor, his expression a mix of satisfaction and raw anticipation. "Now this is how you make a damn entrance," he muttered to himself, eyeing the imposing silhouette of the armor. Crafted from Shadowforged ingots and the shattered remnants of his old dark ore armor, the suit was a masterpiece of dark, formidable metal that seemed to swallow the light around it. Every plate and joint was meticulously designed to offer supreme protection without…
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