Chapter 231: Ramiro and the Lion's Spearhearts 4
Seralily's spear shot through the air with a sharp spiraling wind as it brutally pierced through a row of nine demons. The forest by this time was a chaotic mess of destruction as flames pilfered the landscape. Blood and corpses from warriors on both sides were scattered everywhere.
Seralily used her magic to control one of the collapsed trees, smashing away four demonic cultivators and two demons in an explosive manner. A vine wrapped around her spear and brought it back into her grasp. She surveyed the battlefield as she felt the land rupture again with explosive energy that shook the area. The focal point of the most destructive attacks came from Ramiro's and Umbrawllak's battle, which caused immense collateral damage as their location continued to shift.
A Gold tier 4 demon suddenly dropped from the skies near Seralily while moving within a greyish liquid that splashed violently in an attempt to flood the area. As if prepared for this exact attack, a large magic circle suddenly enveloped a massive portion of the ground as a surge of red and green flora swallowed her, the demon, and everything nearby as it shot into the skies. Horrified screams came from demons caught in the spell while White Star Radiance allies were tossed away by vines.
"Damned wench. I will be sure to take good care of you." The Gold tier 4 demon snarled with killing intent as his aura exploded violently. The greyish liquid spread mightily while being contained and suppressed by the flora.
A necrotic smell spread as steamy grey smoke and green fumes warped the area and the flora sizzled. Suddenly a fierce spear ki projection erupted with explosive force, forcing the demon into a hurried defense.
—Leon Marea Ígnea Dracónica: Nature Style—
(Burning Dragon Tide)
The tide of burning winds exploded from one part of the flora and crashed into the demon who attempted to conjure up a defense using the grey liquid while also producing a shield.
Sheeeeeee!!
A sharp sizzling sound rang out as the burning winds tore through the liquid and detonated against the shield, sending the demon flying through the flora with multiple abrasions across his body as he gnashed his teeth. As if on cue a barrage of sharp dark vines suddenly erupted from behind the demon. He noticed too late as the remnants of the grey liquid on his back barely blocked the vines before they pierced into him.
"Arrrghhh! You wench!" he roared as his entire body liquified into grey sludge. With a violent explosion all flora within a twenty four foot radius was obliterated. His body reformed with injuries covering him while Seralily emerged nearby with several new wounds of her own.
"Hahaha. Isn't it funny? You demons have lost so much trying to deal with us. You even trample and kill each other in the process." Seralily mocked as her gaze pierced into him.
"You—" the demon growled with murderous intent. At that moment a powerful voice boomed as a dark explosion of ki wiped out a large swath of forest and flora.
"Enough. You, return."
A Golden Lord demon appeared between the two. The Gold tier four demon shuddered before retreating.
"As for you… you should count your blessings. Otherwise I would cut you down right here. I would rather not provoke that monster over there into getting any more serious with a vendetta against me." the Golden Lord demon said to Seralily as he glanced toward the distant clash between Ramiro and Umbrawllak. Even from here the shockwaves tore through the land.
"Next time…" he muttered with cold fury before vanishing.
An extremely loud roar in a strange language erupted through the skies causing demons and demonic cultivators to halt their battles and begin retreating. Rumbles and explosions rang out as they disengaged and fled deeper into the distance.
…
Boom Boom Boooomm!!!
Ramiro's spear thrust explosively toward the side of Umbrawllak, who parried with his long mace and attempted to stomp Ramiro's groin. Ramiro's knee rose instantly to block the stomp. His head shot forward as he rammed Umbrawllak with sheer weight, forcing the demon to shift sideways and retaliate with a headbutt of his own.
Booofff!
Both skidded back a short distance before their ki shook the area again as they closed in once more with spear and mace crackling with explosive power. Their wounds deepened with every collision as monstrous shockwaves erupted.
Umbrawllak gritted his teeth as he was pushed back again, skidding ten feet after taking a sudden punch to the chest. His heart tightened when he sensed a sharp wind aiming for his gut.
—Llama del Rey León—
(Flame of the Lion King)
A gold and red roaring lion formed of thunderous flaming ki charged straight toward him. With no time to spare he raised his mace to defend, yet the attack smashed into him and sent him flying as the flaming lion carried him away while scorching everything in its path. Trees, demons, and demonic cultivators were thrown aside or incinerated.
It was by then that the order to retreat had finally been issued.
—Paso del León Sombrío—
(Step of the Shadow Lion)
Ramiro darted forward like a fierce shadow toward the location where the heavily injured Umbrawllak had been sent flying. He picked up his spear, that had earlier transformed into the flaming lion, was in hand as he pursued.
It was at that moment that four Golden Lord demon experts appeared in front of him.
"Stop. A retreat has been called for now. For all of our sakes it is best that we pause this war, don't you think?" said one of the demons with a fierce but calm expression and a weapon drawn. The tension and slight shiver in his body betrayed that calmness.
Ramiro stood still as his expression shifted while he pondered.
Umbrawllak by then had stood once more with terrible scorches on his arms and chest and a gruesome piercing wound on the right side of his torso. With a roar filled with demonic aura he shouted at his comrades. "What the hell are you doing?! Get the hell out of my way!"
The other four Golden Lord demons jolted but gnashed their teeth as they glanced at Ramiro, who looked ready to continue fighting.
"Golden Lord Umbrawllak. We have already called for a retreat. Can't you see things have become dire? Let us fall back for now. Stop chasing death." Another Golden Lord demon roared, her sealed wounds reopening from a previous battle against the Golden Lord from Princess Helga's guard.
Umbrawllak paused. Suddenly a cloud of blue magic smacked the back of his head. His consciousness faded as he growled angrily. "You… fuck you…"
He slumped forward. A figure appeared behind him as chains made of magic wrapped around Umbrawllak's body. The figure was a tall red skinned demon fully armored in black and gold with a greatsword strapped to his back. A blue aura flowed from his hands into the chains. He hefted the unconscious Umbrawllak over his shoulder and turned toward Ramiro. The other Golden Lords bowed slightly in reverence.
"You, human boy. State your name and your affiliation," the demon demanded with a stern, commanding tone.
Ramiro's expression shifted from grim to heroic defiance. "Haaah? The hell are you to give me commands, estupido? How about you state your name and affiliation, then I will tell you mine."
"You arrogant bastard!" one of the demons snarled as the other three unleashed killing intent.
"Enough." The tall red skinned demon's voice cut through them, and their killing aura vanished. "My name is Cheol Hyeol Ma of the Demonic Ring Pavilion, a subordinate sect of the Ordre du Sang Noir Kingdom."
"Oh? Well then I suppose I will introduce myself. I am the Dragon Spear Hero of León, Ramiro León of the White Star Radiance sect!!"
When the four Golden Lord demons heard the sect's name they were startled. The tall demon raised an eyebrow as if pondering on something before leaping into the distance and vanishing. The other four Golden Lords exchanged glances and retreated after him.
Ramiro watched them leave with a stern expression as Seralily appeared at his side and began healing him.
"Are you alright, Rami? Your wounds are not too bad, are they?" she asked with affection and worry.
Ramiro grinned widely. "Hah. Sera, your wounds look worse than mine. You should worry more about yourself. I will be fine."
Seralily giggled softly but continued her healing.
Some time later everyone regrouped at the camp as they surveyed the damage, injuries, and losses. Sighs and mourning followed as the bodies of all White Star Radiance members were taken to be returned to the sect.
Ramiro stood before everyone with a heroic expression and battle scars across his body. With a stern voice he spoke.
"You have all done well to persevere against those damned demons. We have learned a lot from this battle. We may have repelled them for now, but do not mistake this for the end. Those bastards will show themselves again sooner or later. We must prepare ourselves by any and all means. We are the Lion's Spearhearts. And more importantly, we and all of you from the other divisions are members of our magnificent sect. WE ARE THE WHITE STAR RADIANCE SECT. We will crush anyone and everyone that stands in our way. You got it, mi amigos?!"
A roar of excitement burst from the crowd. Seralily, Willowna, Sakurana, Princess Helga, Sophia, and the other women in their close circle wore zealous expressions filled with love and pride.
Thus began another chapter in the legend of the White Star Radiance's Dragon Spear Hero of León.