At this point, Eric had enough of the games these gods were playing. He turned to the God, smirking. "You seem to think you are in control here, 'God'", Eric says with a prideful snort. The God turns back to him with a look of disdain. "What could a mere mortal like you have before me to display such arrogance? I brought you here to save you from the nuclear blast. You should be thanking me, child." The envoy says with an arrogant chuckle. "Is that so", Eric says as mana begins to gather around him. The envoy then looks at Eric with shock. "Impossible!" He shouts as he looks at the man like he is a monster. Eric laughs as he looks back at his soldiers. They were clueless about what the strange "Wind" that blew around them was, but they could tell through common sense that it was coming from Eric. Eric laughs as he looks at the envoy.
"You brought soldiers of another world into this one not knowing anything about that world because of a deep and dark knowledge base that has been hidden from the rest of that world since 1600. You thought our world was nothing but a technological dreadnaught with weapons of mass destruction. You were wrong, 'O false God'. To the Gods of that world, your master and you are nothing but pigeons before an eagle." Eric laughs some more as he appears before the envoy. Faster than the eye can see, a sword appears before the envoy's neck. "My name is Eric Dryer. I am the 7th seat of the archaic sword. I am not even forty years old but have already slain eld-lich vampires, and three minor gods. Now tell me, envoy; shall I add you to that list?"
In that moment, the envoy felt a pressure upon him he had never felt before. He was shocked at the sight of this man. His very essence seemed to weigh down the earth. "How could a world with such little mana produce such a monster." He ponders in deep thought. Knowing that he has to respond lest his head became a souvenir, the envoy bows his head to the young man. "Forgive the impudence of myself and my master. We knew not that such a great master of the arcane was within the forces we brought to this world." Eric nods at the man's words as he conjures himself a throne of ice. "Very well. I will overlook your oversight. I find this world to be a surprise vacation as opposed to that of the turbulence of the Earth. Do tell your master that I give him my regards."
Reading between the lines, the envoy could not help but sigh. In this battle of words, the envoy had lost. He nods to the young man on the throne before disappearing as quickly as he came. The whole ordeal had not gone as well as the master had thought, and now he realized that they had unleashed a monster on the forces of this planet.
After reporting back to the upper world, the envoy bows before his master. "So tell me, Zahra, how did our 'blessings' not reach those from Earth? I remember giving you a task that you could not fail. This plan of mine will only be successful if those mortals use our blessings to give us power. Tell me how such a minute task failed my right hand man?" A booming voice could be heard all throughout the realm. Zahra's master was truly angry. Frashan looked down at his envoy, frowning. "How could my right hand man fail?" He was wondering. He needed to give those soldiers a "Gift." That would allow him to absorb power from the souls they killed. He needed them to use their war machines to kill the residents of the planet so that he could ascend and take the main world god seat from his father. How could such a man fail?
Zahras looked up at his liege and sighed. "Milord, it seems the situation is not as easy as it seems. There was a man protecting the soldiers. He claimed to have knowledge of the 'arcane arts.' Furthermore, my liege; this man welds mana at a far greater nature than I am able to.'" The envoy bowed his head to the lord, hoping to not anger the God further. "I do not know how, but it seems that Earth holds some monsters that rival our own."
With the admittance of his servant, Frashan frowns. In his knowledge, the earth had abandoned magic and all things supernatural in the 1600s. He knew of the little blue planet, as it was one of his favorite vacation spots. Being a God allowed him to travel through the dimensions quite easily, so he would often visit small planets where he felt no mana to relax. He had chosen earth as the main designator of his plans because the earth had technology and stories like those of Miras. The planets were quite similar in nature.
"Since the leader is unavailable for our plans, let us take another approach. Go to the other soldiers. Give them the "System". Ensure to tell them of the four soldiers they abandoned. Manipulate them as you feel fit. Make them believe that Eric and his entourage killed the citizens of Miras. We will make Eric pay for his arrogance towards us God's. I will feel true pleasure at seeing him fall."
While the envoy and his master were discussing their future plans, Eric felt a headache coming. He looked at the soldiers that had stayed by his side, and the villagers of this planet that were looking at him in shock. The reason? He had just revived all those that had perished from Rodriguez's attacks. The villagers were now looking at him as an idol of their worship. With a sigh, Eric had tried to explain that the bullets hadn't truly killed the young females, but the villagers hadn't listened. One after another, the headaches kept coming. But there was one thing Eric knew he had to address first as he looked at the young soldiers that had came with him. Smitty asked the question of the hour:
"Sergeant, what are you really?" He asks, his face showing a true look of shock.