Chapter 4450: Duty III

The weight of accumulated power pressed down upon the Avatar’s advantage and began to negate it through sheer volume.

And the Blue Slime couldn’t help but laugh with bubbly joy inside his armor as he knew his Master had 2 Million hidden within the body of Ozymandias...and he had only revealed a fraction of available forces!

When exactly 100,000 Primus Inevitabilities blotted the skies of the Desiccated Sleeping Shore and surrounded the Avatar in perfect formation, the scene was both glorious and horror-inducing simultaneously.

The powerful air of the Avatar was completely eclipsed, with only the light of Primus Mana and Hunger being present...obsidian-blue-and-gold radiance that painted over the paradoxical authority the Avatar had been exuding.

This moment was absolute!

The Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger gazed down upon the Avatar with unified focus, their crimson eyes creating constellation of hostile intent.

In the hands of each one rested blade and shield similar to what the armored body of the Master was holding...hollow blades with Primordial Fireballs spinning within, shields inscribed with Primus Mana Arcana Glyphs. Just slightly less bright than the Master’s weapons, but multiplied by 100,000...

The combined light was blinding.

At such moment...

The Blue Slime trembled with excitement as he saw the Civilizational Armor of his Master pulse with activity. Tentacles bloomed from it to form into glorious Primus Inevitability beside his Master rather than around him.

The one who had introduced himself as Protos and who had fused with the Master!

Protos appeared grandly and already looked taller and bigger than all other Primus Inevitabilities...as if his fusion with Noah had elevated him beyond his brethren.

At this moment, Protos raised his shield high as he bellowed with a voice that carried across entire domain.

"What do we fight for?!"

HUUM!

The next scene made the Blue Slime’s existence tremble with vicarious pride.

All 100,000 Primus Inevitabilities raised their shields grandly in synchronized motion...the sound of 100,000 obsidian-gold shields being raised creating thunderous percussion.

They answered with unified voice that seemed to shake reality itself.

"We fight for Mana! We fight for Hunger! We fight for the Primordial Civilization that birthed us!"

...!

The eyes of the Blue Slime sparkled inside his armor as he saw Protos raise his sword next and speak with a booming voice that carried the weight of absolute conviction.

"What is our duty?!"

...!

Duty.

What was their duty?

The Blue Slime found himself contemplating this question alongside the Primus Inevitabilities, his gelatinous form rippling with introspection.

The Primus Inevitabilities answered with synchronized voices once more.

"Our duty is to serve the Primordial Civilization without hesitation! Our duty is to defend the Master’s light without reservation! Our duty is to devour all obstacles that stand before our framework! We do not question! We do not falter! We do not cease! Our duty is absolute! We are the Blades and Shields, and our purpose is singular- the triumph of Mana and Hunger across all of existence!"

BOOM!

The Blue Slime heard their resonant answer as he found his own existence trembling with recognition.

He asked himself.

What is MY duty?

He had met the Master what felt like so long ago...back when things were simpler, when powers were modest, when the scope of ambition was limited to survival.

He was a summon of the Master, a tool initially created to serve specific function.

What was his duty?

And as he pondered this, Protos asked next question.

"What is our purpose?!"

...!

The gaze of the Avatar had become entirely heavy at this moment...the arrogance replaced by something approaching genuine concern as he recognized the coordinated threat surrounding him.

The Primus Inevitabilities bellowed out their purpose with synchronized precision.

"Our purpose is the advancement of the Primordial Civilization! Our purpose is the protection of those we serve! Our purpose is the consumption of all that opposes us! We exist to fight! We exist to defend! We exist to devour!"

At such moment, the Blue Slime felt sense of euphoria blooming within his gelatinous form as Protos floated forward and stood gloriously tall without any trace of fear.

His massive form looked down upon the Avatar...who despite possessing 1.5 Sextillion in power, now appeared less intimidating when surrounded by 100,000 beings who each wielded Civilizational Authority without hesitation.

Protos said once more with voice carrying weight of final question before action.

"What is our duty?!"

This time, the Blue Slime felt his existence truly buzzing as when he truly asked himself, his duty... was to give back to the Master.

To defend the Master after all he continued to give to him and many others.

To serve not because he was compelled, but because he chose to serve someone worthy of service.

So this time, as the Primus Inevitabilities replied with their booming voices, the Blue Slime joined them in their declaration as he also raised his sword through his armor’s limbs.

"Our duty is to the Master! Our duty is to the Civilization! Our duty is absolute and infinite!"

...!

And shockingly, he wasn’t the only one.

He could see the Emperor Penguin raising his armored sword, Kazuhiko joining the chorus, Lilith’s blade rising, Titano’s massive form adding its voice, Erikson participating despite his usual reserve, and many others also raising their swords and bellowing out the same declaration of duty like the Primus Inevitabilities!

Original members of Noah’s weavings had found their duty alongside the newly born Inevitabilities...a unified purpose transcending origin or length of service!

Existence trembled and became completely silent in the next moment as all symphonies ceased.

All chorus ceased.

There was only Protos pointing his sword down toward the Avatar as he said with cold finality.

"An enemy of the Master is before you. Fulfill. Your. Duty."

...!

The glorious moment that followed would be seared into the Blue Slime’s memory for as long as he lived.

All Primus Inevitabilities lit up with obsidian-blue-and-gold waves of power simultaneously...100,000 beings activating their capabilities in perfect synchronization.

They swung their hollow swords down with unified motion, and from each blade, countless Primordial Fireballs bloomed outward.

The Blue Slime watched in slow motion as each Primus Inevitability released at least 1 Million condensed miniaturized Fireballs with their single swing.

Each Fireball burned with concentrated Mana and Hunger, each one capable of devastating territories if allowed to detonate fully.

100,000 Primus Inevitabilities.

1 Million Fireballs each.

100 Billion Primordial Fireballs surging toward a lone Avatar.

The sight was beyond spectacular...it was cataclysmic.

The sky became wall of obsidian-blue-and-gold fire descending with inexorable purpose.

All of it surged toward the lone Avatar whose expression had become heavy with recognition of what he faced.

He howled out and began to surge with Civilizational Authority of Paradox...his 1.5 Sextillion power manifesting fully as paradoxical light erupted around him.

But even as he activated his full strength, even as he deployed whatever defensive measures his projection allowed...

100 Billion Primordial Fireballs continued their descent.

The Blue Slime looked at all of this with ecstasy, his entire existence feeling sense of fervor as he repeated words of his own duty to his Master.

Duty.

Yes. This was his Duty.

In Master’s grand emerging Civilization, he would witness all the wonders as he carried out his duty.

He would serve with loyalty that transcended simple obligation. He would fight with conviction born from choice rather than compulsion.

This was his Duty!

And as the Fireballs descended and the Avatar prepared for impact that would test the limits of his projected form...

The Blue Slime felt his gelatinous form pulse with glory!

Officium.

Duty.

Duty was not chains. Duty was not burden.

Duty was choice...choice to serve something worthy of service, choice to fight for those worthy of protection, choice to devour for Civilization worthy of growth.

And his Duty was to the Master.

For as long as he lived.

BOOM!

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