Death Knight Box Set Books 1-5: A humorous power fantasy series

by Michael Chatfield

  The water was like a charge of horses. The Drafeng cried out in alarm as they attacked the spells above. The chaotic beasts roared, directly confronting the water rushing at them with their own at- tacks, burning through the power stored in their bodies, burning through their life source.

  The wave weakened and burned off.

  Commanders stepped forward. Threads of power joined them to the beasts. They drew upon their life source, consuming it for their own as they joined their power together. A wedge of power appeared in the path of the water. The wedge of chaotic power shook and lit up, more of the beasts being used as power sources for the commanders who stood in the path of the attack.

  The water, forced apart, hit the valley walls of the mountain path.

  The second spellcaster finished his spell and dropped to the rooftop.

  “The Northern King.”

  A man shrouded in snow, formed of ice and black stone, ap- peared in the sky. His body was covered in magical runes as he stood in midair, twenty foot tall.

  He took a breath and breathed over the valley. The rain that fell from the skies turned into ice shards that struck the mountain pass below, cutting into stone, tearing up the ground, and hitting the wedge formation of the Drafeng army. Beasts and people were struck, nailing them to the ground. The lake that had formed in the mountain pass solidified; ice turned into veins that spread through the water. It spread so quickly that the water smashing against the Drafeng barrier was stopped there, rising up into the sky.

  The Northern King raised his hand; the ice rose up and turned into tornadoes. Men riding ice dragons appeared, row upon row.

  They formed up an army numbering three thousand strong.

  The first rain spell formation dissipated as the clouds started to fade away and the water-turned-ice cleared away.

  The Northern King looked at the Drafeng. His riders raised their spears in a single motion, letting out a yell. Hua! They shot forward, their ice dragons speeding beneath them.

  Claire finished her spell. The sphere of runes connected to- gether as wraiths flooded out of her spell formation. They glided over the walls, down under the tree mana barrier and down the icy planes, sinking into the ice legion that was charging forward.

  Their dull eyes filled with spirit, their bodies becoming more lifelike as a blue flame appeared within their bodies.

  Chaotic beasts ran forward to meet the ice legion.

  The ice dragons shot out lances of ice from their mouths as the chaotic beasts shot out beams of chaotic energy.

  In the storm of attacks, one could see fighters collapsing on ei- ther side before they crashed into one another. The chaotic beasts weren’t combat experts, but they were powerful brawlers, tearing ice dragons and riders apart, receiving blows and wounds as they were divided and cut down. The legion still pushed onward, not caring about their losses. Even as their spirits faded and their bodies

  turned to true ice, they traded those seconds to wound or end their opponent.

  The beasts were thinned out as the legion rose over the edge of the Drafeng army formation, landing among their remaining beasts, soldiers, and commanders. They targeted the cannons and the towers of conversion, trying to avoid the Drafeng main fighting force.

  The Drafeng created arms and weapons on their bodies from the chaotic power or loosed ranged attacks, cutting through the ice legion.

  The ice legion hit the glowing towers. It took repeated attacks but they took out four of the towers that had been brought with the army, as well as tens of cannons.

  The Northern King started to fade as the ice rapidly turned in- to water again.

  The clouds opened and the sun looked down on the battlefield once again.

  Anthony saw the last of the knights attack a commander, only to be blasted away.

  The Drafeng had lost around two thousand of their original strength in that one attack.

  Water started to wash down at the Drafeng but it was in small streams; they ignored it and started to reorganize.

  Steam rose up from the ground, revealing the torn-up path be- low.

  The conversion towers started to go into overdrive, pulling in the mana around them.

  “Come on, give up and go home,” Troga hissed as he leaned for- ward.

  Anthony used his familiars’ talents, enhancing his own sight as he looked down at the Drafeng reorganizing.

  With such a defeat, they’d likely return to gather their forces and try again.

  “There’s a queen.” Claire’s voice was tired and filled with regret as everyone focused on the battlefield.

  From within one of the towers, a large-looking Drafeng walked out, easily two or three times the size of the commanders.

  They were using the towers to hide her presence, get us to increase the mana in the area. No wonder the commanders were willing to de- fend the front lines. With all of the mana in the area, she can start pumping out beasts.

  Power rushed toward her. She opened her stomach and several beasts appeared. They were small, only as big as a human. They fought among one another, until only one remained. It was carted off and imprinted as its body had reached the size of an adult beast by consuming its siblings.

  Another batch was created.

  We need to kill it and quickly. It will create enough beasts to make up for the losses in just an hour. After that, it can double or triple its strength, sending waves upon waves of beasts at us, soak up the dam- age and weaken us.

  Anthony was connected to his familiars.

  “This is a bad idea—a very bad idea,” Dave said as they all turned into light.

  Anthony’s eyes went white while wings of red and gold spread across his back. His stature increased. He felt the power of Dena: the stone beneath his feet, the wind above his head, the water that ran like veins through the land, and the fire that burned at Dena’s core, her heart and her power. He drew his sword, which started to expand, runes and power tracing over it.

  Anthony ran forward and spread his wings.

  “No you don’t!” Troga yelled and jumped as well, grabbing on- to Anthony’s back.

  “You think you’re leaving me behind!” Tairlyn yelled. She jumped onto a ballista, kicked it onto the right angle and grabbed the arrow, hitting the firing lever with her foot. She shot forward toward Anthony.

  His wings turned gold as a red phoenix appeared behind him, solidifying and catching Tairlyn. Anthony heard Claire screaming behind him.

  He felt his heart twist but he dropped down. Penelope and Tairlyn followed him.

  “Always wanted to kill a Drafeng queen!” Troga yelled, riding on Anthony’s back.

  “Hold on.” Anthony pulled his wings in. He dropped down; the air whistled around him as Penelope and Tairlyn followed.

  They were like twin falling comets: Tairlyn holding on and gripping her hammer as Troga held on and gripped his halberd. Clan tattoos covered his body, glowing with power while Tairlyn’s heavily enchanted armor glowed with enchantments.

  They dropped below the bottom of the Tree of Defense’s canopy. Anthony and Penelope’s wings snapped open as they cut across the ground of the path, dodging the rocks and mud that had been torn up in the epic scale magical attacks. They sloped down as they continued forward, charging right toward the enemy.

  Anthony saw the chaotic forces gathering as the beasts fired off their chaotic blasts, like a line of cannons as Penelope and Anthony were forced to dodge.

  “I’ll give you cover!” Bruce yelled, appearing behind Anthony. He dropped to the ground and slammed his fist down. A crater formed and cracks appeared on the ground, charging underneath and ahead of the flying duo who were trying to dodge the incoming blasts.

  The ground shattered ahead of the beasts. A herd of bulls formed of mud and dirt charged forward, their eyes flashing green as they speared the unsuspecting chaotic beasts.

  They gave Penelope and Anthony the cover they needed as they flapped their wings. Troga and Tairlyn yelled as they jumped off. T
roga rushed a beast three times his size; one blow sent the roar- ing beast flying. His body expanded, doubling his size as an ox ap- peared behind him.

  He threw a spear, cutting across the battlefield and over Tair- lyn’s head; a beast that was jumping over to attack her was tossed back, hitting another. She jumped on another beast’s paw that struck the ground, sending rocks and dust flying. She sideswiped their head with her stone hammer as if it were second nature and jumped from the beast’s shoulder. They slumped down, dead; she fired a pistol. A cloud of gun smoke covered her as a regular Drafeng soldier was killed, their power bleeding off and returning to Dena as their patchworked, broken body was laid bare.

  Anthony let out a yell, running as he hit the ground. Penelope flew toward him and Bruce appeared from the ground, combining with Anthony once again.

  He used his blade to deflect a chaotic beam before he tossed his sword. It shot through the air, piercing two beasts. He ran forward, dodging a claw that cut through the air above him. A blast of red and golden energy tore through the beast he was under as his sword returned to his outreached hand.

  He dodged an attack and raised his hand. Black smoke ap- peared around two chaotic beasts, who turned and started to attack their masters.

  He looked to his left.

  Troga was clashing directly with a Drafeng. He turned, dodg- ing the first swipe from its chaotic limbs; turned back again with the next attack, advancing inside the Drafeng’s range as they tried

  to lash out with their hoof. Troga took it off with an upward swipe. The Drafeng started to fall as he brought his halberd back down and around, taking off their head and cutting their long neck. He tossed his halberd to his left hand and threw a spear, catching a Drafeng off guard.

  To Anthony’s right, Tairlyn was covered in smoke. She fired one pistol; the Drafeng was hit but not killed as they cut out.

  Tairlyn dropped under their attack, next to another enemy. Her hammer came across and hit the underside of the Drafeng, lift- ing and tossing them to the side, into the wounded Drafeng as she holstered her pistol and took out another.

  She kicked up a rock and hit it with her hammer. The shards hit another Drafeng in the face.

  Smoke covered her again as the pistol went off. The round hit them in the sternum and went through it like butter.

  The three of them were like juggernauts, slamming into the army.

  Chaotic beasts rushed forward, slowing but not stopping the trio that forged ahead.

  The Drafeng drew in a massive amount of power.

  “They’re transforming into close-combat battle mode!” Tairlyn yelled.

  “I need a challenge!” Troga shot back as he held his halberd up.

  A beast slammed into the weapon.

  Troga let out a yell, turning and tossing the beast. He grabbed a spear from his back; it shot forward into the chaotic beast, ending it. Troga turned and released his halberd slightly, grabbing it from the end as it hummed with speed before catching another beast in the face.

  It let out a pained yell as it fell to the side.

  Troga ran forward, covering ground fast. A Drafeng challenged him. His spear glowed; an imprint of a horn covered it before he

  released it. The spear cut through their defenses and threw them aside. Troga tossed his halberd around, adjusting his grip. It flashed, leaving terrible wounds, killing or maiming those who challenged him.

  Anthony disappeared as a beast attacked him. There was only some dissipating smoke where he had been; he appeared beside them, their leg cut off. He shot back under them as they fell, open- ing their neck. He jumped up and his wings snapped out, missing a blast of chaotic power. He looked where it had come from.

  A Drafeng was covered in chaotic power. Their body was cov- ered in a powerful glow that was hard to look through. But they grew taller and wider, while losing their length.

  “Shivas!” Anthony yelled as he charged forward. The light dimmed as the Drafegn’s head and long neck was now mounted on a large ape-like body with four arms and hands, each of them with a chaos-formed weapon.

  “I told you they were changing!” Tairlyn yelled as she leaped off the beast she had killed and landed on the ground, sheathing her hammer. She went underneath another Drafeng warrior. She fired the pistol in her left hand, grabbed another with her right hand and fired up as she tucked the left pistol away and grabbed another.

  The warrior didn’t have any protection and he fell to the ground, dead.

  “Three more left!” she yelled as she started to reload with her free hand, snapping the back open on the pistols and inserting pre- made cartridges. She grabbed her hammer. “It’s a sword, Anthony! I made it for cutting, not to act as a glorified shield!”

  Anthony used his sword to deflect the incoming blasts of chaotic energy. He folded his wings up and dropped to the ground as the warrior that was nearly twice his height attacked him with three limbs, a spear and two swords.

  Anthony smacked the spear to the side with his hand, grabbing it and pulling before leaping off the ground, missing the swords that would have cut right through him.

  He stepped on the blades that were as thick as his leg and charged forward. The last arm created a shield that appeared in front of Anthony.

  With a yell, his body glowed with power. He struck the shield, causing the dust around him to clear as he was tossed back through the air. His wings shot out. As his feet touched the ground, he charged forward again.

  Swords slashed at him. He ducked under the first, jumping and using his wings to clear the second. He intercepted the spear that shot out at him with his sword. As the second blade cut up at an awkward angle, Anthony felt his wings strain as he dodged the blow. It would only need one attack and he could cut the limb off.

  He raised his hand as white, red, gold, and black appeared on his hand. The blast slammed into the wide-eyed Drafeng’s face.

  Their body started to dim as Anthony used the outstretched arm to push off. His wings disappeared as he hit the ground and rolled, running forward at the queen.

  “Only a few hundred meters!” he yelled out, seeing the other two rushing beside him, waging their own battles.

  “Warrior commanders!” Troga cried out.

  More compact warrior forms of the Drafeng appeared. Their bodies were better developed, their power higher than the larger regular warrior versions.

  Tairlyn fired her pistols at a commander she was facing as the way to the queen was blocked with all of the reserves the group had pushing forward to protect their queen.

  “We need a path!” Troga yelled.

  “Dammit!” Anthony was attacked by a commander. He started to draw in mana from the surrounding area and he started to chant

  under his breath. He felt power from his familiars flood his body. As power was drawn from them, their strength decreased, putting them into a dormant state.

  They freely gave up their power as he drew it into his body.

  Anthony had to focus on that and staying alive. He dodged one sword, hit a spear away, and deflected another with a kick. A sword came for his extended leg; he dropped to the ground and pushed back, then flipped up to his feet. The commander looked at him, stunned, as Anthony threw his sword out. It passed its defenses, striking it in the face. Power started to leak from them and Antho- ny consumed it, building up his power faster.

  The sword returned to his hand as he ran forward.

  “Group up!” he yelled. The other two moved in toward him, giving themselves a five-meter area to fight in as more commanders and regulars were trying to work behind their rear.

  “Focus on channeling!” Tairlyn barked. “Troga, you take the rear. I have the front.”

  The two of them split up, covering Anthony as the power at his core compacted further, turning into a whirlpool of colors stain- ing one another and turning it black. Anthony felt an immense amount of power building inside him; a black miasma appeared around him. His eyes turned dark and he felt the lust for power. He fel
t the need to draw in more, to use more. That he could destroy all that he saw.

  “Move!” Anthony yelled.

  Tairlyn dodged to the side. She was battered and bloodied, cov- ered in gun soot, sweat, and dust.

  Anthony’s eyes snapped open. They seemed to be drawing in the very light of the area as the runes on his sword turned black and a black smoke covered his blade.

  He slashed out with his sword. All of the power from his fa- miliars, from himself, from the Drafeng he had consumed were fo- cused along the edge of that blade.

  A half-moon black blade was cut into the air that shot out, killing those close and tossing away those who were far enough away.

  Anthony staggered at the sudden loss of power, feeling close to fainting. He bit his lips, bleeding and keeping himself focused as the black power circled his sword. He looked at the queen across the battlefield, just a few hundred meters away.

  He let out a yell, putting all of his power into one thrust. A beam of black light shot forward like a battering ram, tossing the Drafeng and beasts aside—killing many, maiming most. Black flames entered their bodies, consuming and burning their chaotic power, converting it back into the various forms of power that filled Dena.

  The blow struck the queen, leaving a gash on her side. Faint flickers of flames could be seen in her wounds.

  Troga and Tairlyn rushed down the path as Anthony dropped to a knee, panting. His familiars were fully dormant as there was no mana left within his body. Troga threw spears, piercing the queen while Tairlyn fired her pistol.

  The army around them, even wounded and on the verge of death, tried to slow and kill them with their last efforts.