Kingdom of the Weak 256 Spectres Incoming

One Tier 7. Four Tier 6. One surprising Tier 5.

[STOP THEM!] this was the gist of the Psionic chorus from the crowds of Wilds.

A mass of Psionic attacks flooded the field. The Tier 5 Spectre basically disappeared as it was engulfed.

The other Spectres roared, a roar without sound, and those soundless roars left waves in the air that visibly struck everything they came across.

"Get down!" Mindy tugged him as she ducked under another Psionic barrage from a particularly enthusiastic bear.

The Tier 6's were battered backwards, but the Tier 7 surged forward.
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In the distance, loud roars shook the air as the Tier 8 and the Flame Emperor fought, filling the skies with smoke and the ground with tremors. Closer to their position, the Tier 6's were battered back and flailed against the barrage of Psionic power from the assembled Wilds. Remian focused on the oncoming Tier 7, which looked somewhat like a semi-transparent scaly jackal with tusks roughly the size of ten elephants.

"Double Ice Boots!" Far away from the Flame Emperor's fight now, Remian was able to throw one of his hardest hitting spells at it without fear of interfering with the Big Bird's fires.

The impact knocked the Tier 7 back for a moment, but then it surged forward, actually passing through the ice as it restarted its charge.

"It's incorporeal?!" George gasped.

"Not entirely." Mindy grunted, gathering Psionic energy into a ball the way the Wilds did. "The ice did hit it. But it's not entirely solid either. It's… half-corporeal! Semi-corporeal! Something like that!"

"Is it a ghost?!" George had to ask.

"Don't talk about ghosts!" Mindy shot the Psionic bolt out. It hit the Tier 7 Spectral Beast, making it stumble. "Just hit it with Psionic power!"

"I'm not that strong Psionically!"

"Every little bit helps!" Mindy gathered another bolt with enough power to rival the Kings.

George gritted his teeth and gathered one too.

Mindy's face fell when she saw George's efforts. "Even Vigil can do better than that…"

"Vigil's been training under his father! Who do I have to train me?!" George grumbled.

"Yourself!" Mindy fired off her next bolt, which hit the Tier 7 like a slap in the face. Remian had to admit, she was getting good at it. "It doesn't take much! Just practice mind-talking with the Wilds! George, you need a Comrade!"

"Easy for you to say! Where would I have time to feed, groom and play with a Comrade?" George struggled to form his second bolt and make it stronger than his first. He fired it off and started forming his next.

"You have time to play around with those clunky Frames, don't you?" Mindy shot off another bolt many times the size and power of George's.

"That's different! It's important!" George began to enlarge his third.

"How so?" Mindy fired off her fourth almost casually.

"It's a major part of KarGoth's development! I have plans for mass production and export!" George glanced at her, his third still collecting power. "It's basically our economic trump card, the one thing that everyone in the world could use but nobody else seems to have tried to seriously make and sell!"

"Who would need that sort of thing when we have martial cultivation and magic?" Mindy asked, firing off her fifth and raising her other hand, then gathering her sixth and seventh with one hand each.

"Everybody! Even magi and martial artists!" George said grandly, finally firing off his third.

"I hate to break it to you, but now that ambient mana is thickening in the air, magic's about to become a lot easier for everybody. I'm not sure if that's a good thing for your sales of Frames." Mindy fired off her sixth, and then her seventh a moment later. She gathered another two more in her hands.

"It is since the cost of fuel is about to drop drastically." George grinned, starting to enlarge his fourth. "With ambient mana this thick, if we could inscribe runic formations that gather mana into the Frames…"

"Free fuel?!" Mindy gasped. She fired off her eighth and ninth, gathering another two more before they even reached their target.

"Exactly!" George shot off his fourth. "Also, the same concept should work for industrial machinery. Think of how high productivity is going to skyrocket with that sort of machinery in our factories!"

"That sounds great, George, but right now, I think we should be building military armaments rather than industrial machinery." Mindy grimaced. She fired off her eighth and gathered her tenth, then fired off her ninth and then suddenly started firing off bolts continuously from one hand and then the next. "Have you forgotten that we're fighting the Spectres?"

Meanwhile, Remian called down a cold combo. "Blizzard! Flash Freeze!"

But the Tier 7 barely slowed. Heck, Mindy's continuous Psionic bolts were having more effect slowing it down than Remina's Flash Freeze. The other corvettes were also blasting away at the Tier 7 with ballistae, crossbows, and ice magic. Someone was even trying wind magic on it. Despite all their efforts, though, the Tier 7 was still slowly getting closer.

Thankfully, the Wilds were having better success with the Tier 6's. One by one, the Tier 6's fell and faded into nothing, like fog dispersing in the sun.

But just as Remian was starting to think things weren't going too badly after all, another wave of Spectral Beasts appeared, half of them Tier 5's, a few Tier 6's and a second Tier 7.

"Oh, scrap!" George grimaced. "All ships, slow withdrawal! Where are our reinforcements?!"

"Where's Darian and his twenty dragons?!" Remian asked suddenly.

Mindy glanced around but didn't see them. [Darian? Where are you?]

[Halfway back to Dragon Lake. We need to report to the Elder Dragons and such. They need to know what's coming!] Darian's thoughts flowed back. [The Wood Emperor and the Earth Emperor need to know!]

[Great! But meanwhile, we could really use twenty dragons out here!] Mindy sent back.

[What, all the Flame Emperor's forces can't hold back a handful of Spectres?]

[Another bunch of them came through. Something tells me there's more yet to come.]

[All the more reason we need to rouse the full might of the Five Emperors. Also, Doom says we need to send word to the Great Dragons.]

[Speaking of Doom, why isn't he here helping us?]

[He's busy trying to talk sense into Fel and Damnaith. Now that they're surrounded by dragons, they're a lot more willing to talk.]

[Oh? How's that going?]

[Not great. But they're at least willing to communicate.]

[They're willing to have a conversation?]

[Sort of. It's more like they're yelling at each other. Even the dragons are steering clear. But I think we can at least get them to agree to help fight off the Spectres.]

[They should! They're the ones who caused this!]

[Doom said the exactly same thing. That's when the shouting match began.]

Mindy hesitated. [Can you get word to Tim? We might need a whole lot more firepower in the days to come. We're going to need really ramp up production in the industrial zone.]

[I'm still a bit out of range. But I'll send word to Three Pines. I might be close enough by then.]

"Okay, that's it for me." George slumped down on the deck. "I'm dizzy."

Remian glanced at the other corvettes. The spells and firepower flying from them were sporadic and sparse. "Looks like the rest of the fleet can't go on much longer either. I think it's time we pull back. You all need a break, and this isn't going to be over any time soon."

"Speak for yourself. You look even paler than he does." Mindy pointed out, looking at Remian. "You need to go get some rest too. I'll stay here and try to hold them off a bit more."

Remian glanced down and realized that he was physically trembling. Only now did he suddenly feel the exhaustion. "But…"

"Go. I'll be with Chirpy. We'll pull back when we need to." Mindy assured him. "Go get us as much reinforcements and firepower as you can."

"Right." Remian hesitated for one more moment, then said. "I'll hold you to it, now. No heroics. Pull back when you have to."

"I promise."

Chapter end

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