Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

Chapter 193: We Meet Again

In a fraction of a second, Renan’s hand moved like lightning. He drew Black Gale from its scabbard, turning to his left and executing Flash Draw directed straight at the Enchanter territory.

A concussive white light erupted across the crossroads, completely blinding all four members of the Enchanter team before they could even take a single step forward.

"A SURPRISE BLITZ!" the announcer roared, the stadium exploding into shouts. "The Specialists weren’t looking at the Summoners at all! It was a complete misdirection! They caught the Enchanters completely off guard!"

Within the blinding glare of the light, Logan the Dragoon launched himself high into the air. His heavy armor scraped against the gray clouds as he soared toward the blinded grove, his massive spear gleaming with raw, crackling draconic runes.

He descended like a meteor, driving the point of his weapon straight through Jon-Mark the Rune-Carver’s active defenses, shattering the stone beneath him. Diera the Arcanist tried to blindly throw a violet defensive hex into the air, but Logan’s spear spun in a vicious, heavy horizontal arc, breaking her spell matrix and triggering an immediate system extraction for both of them.

They fought back to the limit of their capabilities, but Logan’s raw, oppressive martial power was simply too overwhelming.

Simultaneously, Renan blurred through the remaining space of the grove. Stacey Blue, the Mind Mage, tried to panickedly channel an interference wave through her blindness, but Renan’s movement was entirely supernatural.

He slipped past her line of sight, a clean, heavy blow from the pommel of his sword knocking her completely off balance before a lightning-fast follow-up strike shattered her active barrier.

Soren tried to drop a massive, wide-area healing font to salvage what was left of his team, but Renan closed the distance instantly, his blade slicing cleanly through the forming magic and striking Soren dead-center.

Four consecutive flashes of protective white light illuminated the trees as the entire Enchanter team was systematically wiped from the field.

"UNBELIEVABLE!" the announcer screamed, clutching his headset. "This is absolute madness today, folks! The strategy for this tournament has completely devolved into all out offense and unleashing everything at maximum volume! Two full teams are already completely out of the equation! The defenses are not top-notch today, especially in a competition that is supposed to be all about defense!"

Lancet’s smirk widened as he watched the digital notifications clear from his vision. He knew exactly why the meta of the game had broken down so fast; he was the one who had intentionally shattered it by forcing the aggressive pace from the very first second.

His eyes narrowed as he analyzed the new layout of the Specialist camp. Following their victory, the Specialists rapidly split their forces to lock down the board.

Logan and Sienna remained behind in the captured Enchanter grove to officially hold the territory. Sienna immediately nocked a glowing arrow into her recurve bow, drawing the string to full tension and pointing it across the open field as a lethal warning to anyone who dared approach. Logan stood right beside her, his draconic spear planted firmly in the dirt, waiting.

Renan, however, had blurred back to his main stone fort, positioning himself right alongside Morras, the monolithic Vanguard Knight.

"As expected of the main character," Lancet murmured, his eyes locking onto the duo. "He’s positioned himself directly with a Vanguard Knight." Lancet beamed. "Why do you think he would do that, Vera?"

Vera adjusted her grip on her staff, her eyes blinking as she studied the fort. "He wants more defense?"

Lancet let out a soft chuckle, raising a boastful eyebrow. "But he’s the most powerful Awakener out of all four of them. If anyone actually needs more, it would be Logan and Sienna. Why would Renan want a Vanguard Knight to be in the same territory with him?"

Vera thought for a long moment, her gaze darting between the empty crossroads and the stone fort. Suddenly, her eyes widened to circles as the realization hit her. "Because... because he’s not staying in the territory. He’s planning to attack us so he wants Morras to defend!"

Lancet’s smile cut sharp and dangerous. "Bingo."

He turned his shoulder slightly toward the Heroine of Thunder standing beside him. "Thor, can you go claim the Specialist-D territory?"

Thor scowled, lowering her warhammer from her shoulder as she gave Lancet a thoroughly unimpressed look. "This is a child’s game, Master Lancet. But I suppose it is better than doing nothing."

She spun the Hammer of Force, creating white hot electricity, and in the next heartbeat, she vanished.

Thor converted her entire physical form into a horizontal streak of pure blue-white lightning, rocket-launching herself straight across the valley toward Renan and Morras with terrifying velocity.

But the moment the lightning arced into the crossroads, the Specialists moved. Morras slammed his towering steel aegis violently into the stone floor of the fort.

"Vanguard Domain!"

The heavy shield expanded outward and formed a massive, silver barricade, completely locking down the territory in an unbreakable dome.

At the same time, Renan blasted forward from the front of the shield, moving at a speed that made the world look like it was trapped in slow motion.

Thor was coming right at him, and when he saw her Hammer, he knew he could not allow himself to be caught at the end of it.

In a spectacular display of his great combat skill, Renan executed a razor-thin sidestep in mid-air. The wind from Thor’s passing lightning hammer grazed the edge of his flowing silver cape, missing his flesh by a mere fraction of an inch.

It was terrifyingly close.

Thor’s lightning form pushed forward and ultimately collided powerfully into Morras’s expanded shield, causing a shockwave that cracked the ancient foundations of the fort.

But the Vanguard’s giant shield held, absorbing the brunt of the mythic impact with a heavy groan.

Renan, recalibrated after the dodge and rocketed straight toward the Summoner-D territory. As he got closer, he raised his sword to the side and swung it, aiming to slash Lancet into elimination.

Lancet, however, didn’t look at all worried. In fact, he was perfectly still with a confident smirk below his thin nose. He just stood there like he had expected this exact trajectory from the very beginning.

But Renan’s sword was getting close. Really, really, close.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a large pillar of golden light slammed down from the heavens, crashing into the stone platform directly in front of the territory line.

Renan’s sword clanged violently against another blade—a massive, radiant golden greatsword. The Blessed Blade.

The collision of the two mythic swords unleashed a devastating kinetic shockwave that tore the grass straight out of the dirt, sending a massive cloud of dust billowing outward across the ridge.

The golden light slowly cleared, revealing the figure standing firmly in the crater.

Astensia Valengard stood in her golden perfection, balanced between both parties, holding the massive greatsword with a single hand. She had absorbed the full, high-speed weight of Renan’s charge and showed zero strain.

Her long, gold-blonde hair waved elegantly beneath her glistening winged helm, her blue cape snapping sharply in the residual wind.

She locked her brilliant golden eyes directly onto Renan’s shocked, wide expression.

"Renan Falconhart," Astensia said, her voice rich with that knightly authority echoing across the valley. "We meet again."

Behind her, Lancet suddenly felt nervous as he realized he was seeing his first Heroine and Summon again. He called her softly. "Astensia?"

Astensia skewed her eyes slightly over her armored shoulder. "Master?" she replied firmly. Then her eyes narrowed. "This better not be an attempt at summoning me in a manner that avoids us having a proper conversation."