Chapter 67: Man vs Paris
They reached Paris by sundown.
The second most beautiful city on Earthafter Sofia, the great capital of almighty BulgariaParis was a shining beacon of culture. One couldnt walk for a hundred meters there without stumbling on a monument. From the Champs-lyses to Montmartre and the Sacr-Coeur, almost every corner of the city looked like a shiny postcard.
In spite of its beauty, Basil himself had never liked the city. Paris was a human anthill, with more than ten million people on a territory that could hardly afford a fraction of that number. The citys inhabitants were constantly stressed and unhappy, with many burning out within years before leaving for the countryside. Paris was all the glories and excesses of civilization rolled into one explosive package.
Even so, Basil couldnt help but feel a pang of sorrow as the citys ruins came into view.
As the BuzzBand party had warned him, a sea of sand now covered the region. A vast desert of dunes began where the snowy wastnds stopped. Temperatures rose by thirty degrees when the Bohens crossed the border between the two, and a dark green hue soon polluted the sky. The frozen stream the Bohens had been following turned into a dry bed full of shipwreck husks and half-rusted cars. Basil assumed that this was what remained of the Seine River.
Deste streets and the ruins of buildingsy half-buried among dunes. Modern housing projects and eighteenth-century houses alike had both fallen into disrepair, their windows shattered by sandstorms and their walls ravaged by the searing heat. Plumes of fire rose from rare craters of ss, as if the mes of the underworld escaped to the surface. No oasis offeredfort from the wastnd; all water sources in the city had dried up as far as Basil could tell.
As for the dungeons, they could be seen from leagues away.
The tallest and most recognizable was, as expected, the Eiffel Tower. Yet it had clearly gone through an architectural redesign since Basilsst visit. Already tall, the monument now soared through the skies; its peak resembled a gigantic te coil whose power generated thunderclouds at its apex. The towers four foundations had transformed into mighty pylons of steel and gears, like the feet of a monstrous, colossal, archaic machine. Pipes and turbines released white smoke all around the dungeon, shrouding it in mist.
Another monument stood tall in defiance on the opposite side of the empty Seine River. The Louvre Pyramid, once barely twenty-meters tall, now surpassed the Great Pyramid of Giza in size and greatness. Arcane symbols covered its smooth obsidian surface. Basil recognized the Eye of Horus among them, alongside Greek letters and Roman numerals. The structure appeared to absorb light itself, like a dagger of darkness rising straight from Hells bowels.
Compared to these two titans, Notre Dame appeared small but no less threatening. The cathedral had grown in size and dreadfulness, its once-inspiring architecture now a twisted Gothic nightmare of steel spikes and ck stone walls. Tentacled shadows danced behind stained sses the color of blood. Gargoyle dragons watched over its towers, ready to swoop down upon the first intruder.
Any of these dungeons would have been cause for concern. The field-effect covering the city was nothing more than the cherry on the top.<blockquote>Plutos [<strong>God-Field: Ditis Pater</strong>] changed the field to [<strong>Tartarus</strong>].</blockquote><ul><li>[Soul], [Corrosion], [Fire], [Earth], [Darkness], and [Mythic] elements are strengthened.</li><li>[Wood], [Water], and [Light] elements are weakened.</li><li>Healing effects are halved and chances of suffering from [Insta-Death] are doubled.</li><li>All creatures that die in the Field will rise up at sundown as mindless [Undead] Types.</li></ul>
Spooky, to rasped at Basils side. The former housecat had broken his voice after practicing his roar for too long. I take back what I said. This ce is not a good litterbox.
Gee, you think? Basil deadpanned back as he watched the sky with binocrs. The duo had taken position atop a ruined hospital in the Val-de-Marne to better observe the area. The whole ce had been crawling with zombies and skeletons, but none of them could survive a swing from Basils halberd. This ce is a goddamn warzone.
Rosemarine had trailed the Seine River from the south before stopping in the Val-de-Marne, a few hours away from Paris itself. Approaching any closer would be suicide. Sphinxes patrolled the skies above the Louvre Pyramid, while red-skinned, wingless demons riding atop bat-winged mechanical gliders did the same for the Eiffel Tower. Basil half-expected Marvel to sue thetter over copyright infringement.<blockquote><strong>Androsphinx</strong></blockquote><blockquote>Level 27 [Beast/Avian]</blockquote><blockquote>Faction: Metal Olympus (Psychopompos)</blockquote><blockquote><strong>Steamfiend</strong></blockquote><blockquote>Level 24 [Artificial/Fiend]</blockquote><blockquote>Faction: Apocalypse Force</blockquote>
Considering the Steamobiles size, the group would be noticed and intercepted in short order the moment they moved inside the city center. The situation on the ground wasnt any better. Paris streets were littered with bones and skulls, some of them moving on their own. Basil watched one unlucky undead blow himself up by identally walking on a trap rune drawn in the sand. Rusty bus wrecks and monster chokepoints blocked many paths.
Its like Dax all over again, but a hundred times worse, Basilined as he lowered his binocrs. Every single monster in this city is stronger than Steamslime.
At least half of them are birds or undead, to replied. You hunt thetter and Ill take care of the former.
I would rather that they dont notice us. Basil checked his cats new and empowered stats once again. And you can help with that.
<strong>Name</strong>
to (Rakshasa Kitten)
<strong>Type</strong>
Beast/Demon
<strong>Faction</strong>
Homeowner Revenge Association (The Bohens)
<strong>Experience</strong>
229,684/250,000
<strong>Immune</strong>
<strong>Resist</strong>
<strong>Weak</strong>
All illusion effects, Mind.
Soul, Wind, Wood, Darkness, Mythic, Ailments.
Beastyer, Demonyer, Corrosion, Metal.
<strong>Level</strong>
<strong>Health Points</strong>
<strong>Special Points</strong>
36
1500
730
<strong>Strength</strong>
<strong>Agility</strong>
<strong>Vitality</strong>
<strong>Skill</strong>
19
(C+20%)
55
(A+20%)
22
(C+20%)
55
(A+20%)
<strong>Magic</strong>
<strong>Intelligence</strong>
<strong>Charisma</strong>
<strong>Luck</strong>
37
(B+20%)
24
(C+20%)
31
(C+20%)
54
(A+20%)
<strong>Physical</strong>
<strong>Mind</strong>
<strong>Soul</strong>
<strong>Corrosion</strong>
<strong>Metal</strong>
<strong>Wood</strong>
<strong>Life</strong>
<strong>Support</strong>
<strong>Ailment</strong>
-
Strong
Strong
Weak
Weak
Strong
-
Strong
Strong
<strong>Fire</strong>
<strong>Water</strong>
<strong>Earth</strong>
<strong>Wind </strong>
<strong>Frost</strong>
<strong>Lightning</strong>
<strong>Light</strong>
<strong>Darkness</strong>
<strong>Mythic</strong>
-
-
-
Strong
-
-
-
Strong
Strong
<strong>Passive Perks</strong>
<strong>Active Perks</strong>
Sharp ws
Focus Up
Somnonapper
Windfang
Birdbane
Catnapping
Nine Lives
N/A
Swordsmanship I
N/A
Pawerful Dao
N/A
Manbane
N/A
Illusionist IV
N/A
Personal Perks:<ul><li><strong>Sharp ws</strong>: tos ws inflict SKI-based damage. He gains advanced proficiency with unarmed attacks, fangs, and ws (x2 damage, +10 Crit).</li><li><strong>Somnonapper</strong>: while under a [Sleep] effect, to recovers HP as if he benefited from the [Regen] positive ailment. Additionally, his body will act on its own to dodge attacks and retaliate.</li><li><strong>Birdbane</strong>: tos attacks with natural weapons inflict [Birdyer] damage (x3 damage against [Avian] Types).</li><li><strong>Nine Lives</strong>: When to would die, he instead benefits from an [Auto-Revive] effect bringing him back to life at critical health; this also purges to of ailments. to can be revived eight times before the Perk bes inactive. 6/9</li><li><strong>Swordsmanship I</strong>: Medium proficiency with swords (x1,5 damage).</li><li><strong>Pawerful Dao</strong>: to can run on vertical structures, and even ceilings so long as he remains in motion. Additionally, the length of his jumps is doubled.</li><li><strong>Manbane</strong>: tos attacks with natural weapons inflict [Manyer] damage (x3 damage against [Humanoid] Types).</li><li><strong>Illusionist IV</strong>: The Rakshasas mastery of illusions transcends schools of magic. to can learn and cast spells up to Tier IV from any school of magic, but only illusion-rted spells.</li></ul>
Active Perks:<ul><li><strong>Focus Up</strong>: 30 SP, [Support]. Buffs Luck, Skill, and Crits chances for five minutes.</li><li><strong>Windfang</strong>: 60 SP, [Wind], Technique. to can unleash a sharp de of wind with any ded weapon, ws and fangs included; proficiency bonuses apply depending on the weapon used (base [Wind] damage 100, +30% crit).</li><li><strong>Catnapping</strong>: 50 SP, [Support]. to can designate a foe within his line of sight. On a sessful luck check, all the enemys buffs are transferred to to as if they had been cast on him in the first ce.</li></ul>
All in all, tos metamorphosis had granted him an enormous boost in power and versatility; though Basil suspected he would have traded it all for a noble roar.
You should train with Vasi and learn illusion spells while I figure something out, Basil said. Well have a tough fight on our hands.
Are you giving me homework again? to cleared his throat, his voice filled with mock outrage. After I killed so many birds so that you might sleep without worry? After dirtying my paws with blood and sand for your sake?
Its not homework if you enjoy it, Basil replied with a smirk.
See? See? You admit to feeding off my pain. to wagged his tail. Honestly, is the situation really so bad? You wouldnt ask me to train otherwise.
Lets just say well need more prep work. Basil raised his binocrs and looked west. Infiltrating the catbs will be a challenge, let alone the Louvre Pyramid. Your illusion spells could make the difference.
You should have started with recognizing my peerless talent before asking me to do chores, to joked, his eyes set on the pyramid dungeon. Are we sure the hippie is inside it? For all we know, he turned tail and left for another city. Hopefully somewhere without snow.
Basil summoned Kalkis conch shell from his inventory and yed a few notes. to winced in response, much to his owners annoyance.
Im not that bad, Basil protested.
I wouldnt wish your recital on a dog, to replied.
Ill let you record my song for bullying purposes, Basil joked back before following through with his melody. As per Walter Tyes magic, a shining arrow of light materialized above his head. It reminded Basil of quest markers in games.
The arrow turned around slightly and pointed straight at the Louvre Pyramid.
You know, to said. As far as hints go, that one is surprisingly straightforward.
We had to pay for it, Basil replied with a grunt as the arrow disappeared. Maybe youll find a spell that will let you grow a mane.
Or an illusion to disguise your awful singing, to shot back before fleeing back into the hospital. See youter, vedriver.
Basil smiled and summoned documents from his inventory. The first was a sketch of the catbs gifted to him by BuzzBand, the other a map of Paris. Although thetter wasnt up to date, Basil used his current observation position topare it to the current reality.
Paris was no stranger to roadblocks and traffic jams, but the citys transformation had only worsened the situation. Every path Basil observed with his binocrs were either blocked or crawling with monsters. All those above ground anyway.
<em>The metro seems like our best shot for now, </em>Basil noted as he examined the maps. <em>If we take line 8 and then 6, we should reach the Denfert-Rochereau station. Its right next to the catbs, so well just have to dig our way inside.</em>
This path should allow the Bohens to ess the pyramid without being spotted by flyers, though Basil couldnt tell how the situation looked underground. BuzzBands members warned him that the catbs crawled with undead and considering the citys current state, he would have bet a hand that monsters took over the metro tunnels too.
More worryingly, Basil had yet to see other humans so far. The Apocalypse Force employed yers, but he didnt see any of them among the forces protecting the Eiffel Tower. Perhaps they were hiding inside the dungeon or gathering their strength somewhere else.
Ive got a bad feeling about this, Basil muttered to himself as he studied the Eiffel Tower. Mechanical monsters worked on building te coils on the buildings metal legs. Are they upgrading the dungeon somehow?
Mister, Mister! Rosemarine called out. Basil walked to the roofs edge and looked down. His tropidrake had buried most of the Steamobile under a sand dune, except for the entrance. Im almost done!
Good job, Basil congratted her from above. With the Steamobile so well-camouged, Fire Seeds should be enough to take care of it while the rest of the party infiltrated the pyramid on foot. Well entomb the entranceter.
It will be quieter than a tomb, Rosemarine chirped. I will stash our victims in a coffin of steel and sand.
You have my permission to eat them before they be undead, Basil replied with a smile. Lets skip the burial step.
I love you so much, Mister, Rosemarine replied before licking her fangs. Aww adorable.
A bit shameful, but understandable. Zachariels voice and the sound of pping wings echoed behind Basil. The angel dropped the invisibility effect as hended on the roof. I am ready to report, Sir.
Whats the situation on the ground? Basil asked. He had sent the angel, Shellgirl, and Bugsy to secure the area around the hospital.
I believe we have found a suitable location for a Lair capable of sustaining a Teleportation Circle. A strange cavern called, I quote, Maisons-Alfort Les Juilliottes.
The metro station? ording to the map, it was located right between the unemployment and the cotisations offices. Only the foulest of monsters would dare to make it their home.
A level 25 scorpion monster did, but we had no issue dealing with it. Such a feat would have been noteworthy in the past, but by now Basils team didnt even receive experience from it. Our mutual friends are hard at work reinforcing the area in preparation for iming it as a Lair.
Ill ask Rosemarine to spawn Fire Seeds to help you, Basil replied as he nced at the sky. The sun would disappear beyond the horizon within an hour or so. Lets finish this before nightfall. ording to the field, the city will turn into a <em>Walking Dead</em> rerun soon enough.
I am not familiar with the reference, but I agree. Zachariel nodded sagely. If we can create a teleportation bridge with Bordeaux as the general asked, we could summon immediate reinforcements.
Hopefully, Basil agreed. But I would rather assume that were on our own for now. It beats being disappoint<blockquote>Congrattions, yers of Earth!</blockquote>
A notification appeared in front of Basils eyes, immediately ruining his mood. Is Christmas early too? Basil snorted. Or is it a surprise Thanksgiving?<blockquote>Thanks to your hard work, you have unlocked a new [<strong>Incursion</strong>] event! The kids gloves areing off!</blockquote>
Damn it.
Basils jaw clenched as he read. The message wasnt unexpected after Nessias warnings a few weeks back, but it stillplicated matters.<blockquote>As a reminder for those who missed the first one, [<strong>Incursions</strong>] are worldwide phenomena where Earth temporarily connects to Trimurti Systempatible universes. Rifts will transport yers, monsters, dungeons, treasures, and evenndmasses from other worlds!</blockquote><blockquote>[<strong>Incursions</strong>] are time-limited and centered around rifts; check the closest location with your [<strong>Logs</strong>] option. Experience gains will be boosted and extremely rare items will spawn within the rifts vicinity.</blockquote><blockquote>Thanks to your hard work, the [<strong>Level Barrier</strong>] has now been raised to <strong>60</strong>!</blockquote>
Sixty? Basil choked in horror. Is that a typo?
I read sixty too, sir, Zachariel replied grimly as he watched his own screen. This is bothersome.
Oh right, and Paris had a minor weather problem. Before Basil could wonder how and why they jumped from a level limit of 25 to 60, the System somehow managed to pile up another bomb atop the pile of bad news.<blockquote>yers, monsters, and dungeons up to level 60 will be able to cross over! Existing dungeons will also increase in difficulty!</blockquote><blockquote>The [<strong>Incursion</strong>] will begin in 72 hours andst for a full Earth week (168 hours for those who cant count)! You cant miss it, but you can survive it!</blockquote><blockquote>Dismaker Labs wishes you a happy apocalypse.</blockquote>
The head start was wee, but the events length caused Basils blood to freeze in his veins. He reread the message twice, to make sure he hadnt misread.
The first question that crossed his mind was: what had Dismaker Labs board been smoking? What kind of magical drug could make a <em>week-long interdimensional invasion</em> look like a good idea?
The second was, did they even control the process? Did anyone?
A week, Basil whispered in shock. A week.
The next Incursion wouldst for <em><strong>a full week</strong></em>.
Thest one took five hours to end, during which tide after tide of monsters emerged from the rifts. Even Basils team hadnt managed to y all the creatures that spawned out of Daxs portal.
He doubted that all the creatures going through it would reach the maximum level, but if waves of monsters in their thirties or forties crossed over
What the hell were they thinking? Basil wondered out loud. As if on cue, the stars shone brighter in the greenish sky. A golden circuit started to slowly link them together, as it did once in Dax. History was repeating itself. How could they hope to survive this?
They did possess great powers, Zachariel pointed out.
Not enough to beat a party in their thirties, Basil pointed out. Unless unless they expected to grow in power with the dungeons.
That was the most likely exnation. When Ronald imed Chteau Muloup, his level was set to align with his dungeons. He would only grow in power with Incursions.
It was theziest method to gain power, one that demanded next to no effort except waiting for time; no doubt the board would flock to it. Plutos control over the Louvre Pyramid all but confirmed it.
Pay-to-win users will be fine as always, but everyone else Basil shook his head. Three days of calm followed by a week-long storm
Mankind was tethering at the edge, struggling to rebuild. The next Incursion would destroy all its progress and eradicate what was left of civilization. So few would survive
Sir, all is not lost, Zachariel argued, though his trembling voice betrayed his doubts. If we can destroy this citys dungeons, perhaps we can slow down the process.
Yeah, right, they still had time. We need to capture Pluto within that time frame, Basil replied. If he administers the Neutotowerwork or part of it, we can force him to sabotage the Incursion before it begins.
Hopefully.
It was a long shot, but Basil didnt see any other alternative. He opened his Logs to check the closest rift. His System map showed him a swirling vortex located right above the Eiffel Tower.<blockquote><strong>Rift Destination: </strong>Famines Wastnd<strong>.</strong></blockquote><blockquote><strong>Ruling Faction</strong>: Apocalypse Force.</blockquote><blockquote><strong>Max Spawn</strong><strong>Level</strong>: 60.</blockquote><blockquote><strong>Bonus</strong>: Experience gains are increased by 50% within ten kilometers of the rift. High-quality items will randomly appear within its vicinity.</blockquote><blockquote><strong>Field Type</strong>: Desert.</blockquote><ul><li>[Fire], [Earth], [Wind], and [Light] elements are empowered.</li><li>[Wood], [Water], and [Frost] elements are weakened.</li><li>[Sandstorm]: The [Sandstorm] weather condition will generate spontaneously at random intervals.</li></ul>
Basil silently turned to face the Eiffel Tower. Thunderclouds gathered at the top of its te coil alongside crimson particles. No doubt would the rift snap open once the countdown reached its end.<blockquote>You have a new message from: [<strong>Apollyon, Horseman of Famine</strong>]. You can check it in your Logs.</blockquote>
Basil opened it without fear. It was short and to the point.<blockquote>APOLLYON: I told you, Bohen. I aming. For <strong>you</strong>.</blockquote>
Basil red at the Eiffel Tower, imagined it burning like a candlelike his houseand then forwarded his answer.<blockquote>BASIL: Bring it, bug. Ill send you where you belong.</blockquote><blockquote>BASIL: Under my heel.</blockquote>