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Elemental Summoner 4: A Chakra Cultivation Harem Portal series, page 1
ELEMENTAL SUMMONER 4
D. LEVESQUE
Edited by
DUTCH PALMER
CONTENTS
TOC
Info
Map
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
End
About the Author
Where to find me
Untitled
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Prologue - Destiny’s Champions
Destiny’s Champions
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Elemental Summoner 4
By D. Levesque
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CHAPTER ONE
The dark of night was something I was still getting used to here. I was a city-born kid and grew up in a city on Earth. Night on Boromour was pitch black, when there was no moon. Such was the case tonight—it was a new moon, meaning we weren’t getting light from it.
The night sky here on Orac was pretty much the same as what we had seen on Prithgar, the landmass that Leeha, Sara, Tommy, Leo, and Bryan were from, and were waiting for us to return to. But our task on the continent of Orac had changed after meeting Pina Moltar—the Elemental Summoner from a thousand years ago—which took a bit of getting used to.
We’d learned that all the changes and killings were not because of her, but because she had been entrapped by a Magical collar—a collar that made her do whatever the owner of that collar wished. It wasn’t until the controlling Mage died of old age and the collar disappeared, that she’d run away from Prithgar to Orac. Though, while she’d lived alone in hiding for over two hundred years after that, she ended up being yet again a pawn of another Mage.
What I found odd, was that I’d created a similar collar—one that I had used a couple of times. But, Pina explained, her collar had been used mostly for sadistic control—causing severe pain to its wearer when controlled by a Mage. That was something to think about later, though. Right now, we had something else keeping us busy.
We were looking at a human camp. The intel we had gotten reported that this camp was full of slaves—Monster race slaves.
“Bridget,” I say through our connection. “All ready?”
“Ready here,” she says, and I hear the grin in her voice.
Turning to Leeha, I whisper in her ear, “Bridget says she’s ready.”
“Sweet,” Leeha says and grins, showing me her pearly whites. “I’ll let our boys and girls know.”
“Perfect. The sign will be the same. A single fireball sent straight up in the Air. Once they see the signal, they are only to attack if they have visual confirmation that it’s a human they are attacking. No monster race is to be hurt.”
“I’ll make sure that they understand that.”
“Thanks, love,” I tell her with a soft smile.
It’s been a little over two months since Bridget and I got married, with the Gods witnessing it. In that time, I had gotten closer to Tia, our Dragon friend, but had also forged a relationship with Pina. Though, with Pina, our connection was not sexual—I had taken her into my care.
When Pina had seen how powerful I was, she was adamant that I should collar her, so that she could not betray me. I’d told her—in no uncertain terms—that was never going to happen. Especially when I explained to her what the collar I had created did.
She’d blanched and never asked again.
Hearing the snap of a twig snapping behind me, my head whips around to see a human man standing there, gawking at me in shock. Shit! Without thinking, I call up Air. Air Arrow. Suddenly, next to me are six Air Arrows, and I send one of them off straight into the man’s open mouth, silencing him before he can call for help.
You have used the spell Air Arrow. You have used 10 points of power.
You have killed your target.
The man’s body stays up for a couple of seconds before sliding down sideways.
“Be on the lookout for a patrol!” I tell Bridget. “I just killed a guard.”
“I was just about to tell you I felt someone walk into your sphere of influence.”
One thing that Bridget can do as my Elemental, is to detect things around me within a hundred yards. Problem is that when she’s distracted by a job, her attention to my sphere of influence is reduced.
Significantly reduced. I’m not surprised she missed this one. He had gotten within 50 feet of me—roughly 16 yards.
“How’s it going with what I asked you?”
“Almost there,” she says, and I can picture her devilish grin. “They won’t know what hit them!”
“And you’re sure they didn’t hear you?”
“Alex,” Bridget replies with a snort, “when have they ever heard me?”
She has a point. This was the third camp we’d be attacking within as many weeks. We had been getting intel on these camps and taking them down one by one. This one, however, was by far the largest one.
One thing Orac had, not present on the Prithgar continent, was slave markets. Though what was truly interesting, was that humans could be enslaved as well—such misery was not limited to just the monster races.
The fundamental thinking on the two continents differed remarkably. While Prithgar humans kept all the other races below them by enslaving non-humans—believing these races nothing better than monsters—slavery on Orac was even more prominent. Here, it wasn’t just because they were monster races, that they were put in slavery—it was just the way things were.
While the Order of the Elements sought to bring down all other races, other than humans, that didn’t mean humans on Orac were safe from slavery. Still, it was predominantly monster races who were enslaved. Humans made up probably one out of every five slaves.
This camp was different. Our intel was that the leader of this camp, a Mage, was fond of monster races. He only took on slaves, shall we say, with certain physical characteristics: female, young, and not human. Those slaves were then sold to sex houses, or to someone who wanted a monster sex slave.
Sex with the monster races wasn’t as frowned upon here as it had been on Prithgar.
“What do you want me to do?” Tia asks from beside me.
I smile at her and say, “Just try not to kill the Mage. We need more intel.”
At the last camp, Tia got so upset at how people had been treated, that she’d killed the leader of the slavers, in a rather gruesome manner. She is quite powerful, in her own right—as she should be, being a Dragon.
That’s also when I’d learned that she can cast spells. Her Element was Fire. Shocker there. She says all Dragons are Fire. She had sent a large Fire Sword through the man’s heart.
“You just stay here and look beautiful,” I tell her with a grin.
She rolls her eyes at me.
“At least try not to kill the leader this time.”
“That was just the once!” she grouses with a scowl. “I promise to leave this one alone. I’m still sorry about that.”
“I know,” I tell her with a smile to take the sting out of my teasing. She had been in the wrong, though.
“Ok,” Bridget says through our connection. “I’m ready.”
I raise my arm overhead, knowing that Bridget can see me. Tia, Leeha, and our small group all look up at me and nod, knowing what that means. It was our signal that meant: ‘get your asses ready, folks; we are about to go into combat!’
The group of soldiers with me were some of the best I’d had the pleasure of working with—and they all had a good reason to fight. Each of them had been freed from slavers. Some were soldiers who had combat experience, but each group included some who were Mages. I’d kept one of these Mages in our group. He was a Felinis, a race of catkin, with a scar on his cheek that was still fresh. Marto had been a slave for years—until we freed him.
Technically, Tia freed him. She had killed the Mage who owned and controlled him. Marto had one of those collars, li
To say that Marto went nuts after that would be an understatement. He’d killed all the other slavers in that camp in horrible ways, and had tried to do the same to me when I’d tried to stop him. I’d had to subdue him and cast a sleep spell on him to finally bring him down without killing him. If it wasn’t for my own Elementals and my enhanced body, I am sure he would have caused extensive damage to even this new form.
Seeing my sign, Marto nods and looks upwards. Suddenly, a fireball shoots up into the air from the tips of his fingers. Then, pandemonium ensues.
The groups that had surrounded the camp burst out of the bushes and attack. The primary task for the Mages in each group, is to take down other mages and guards with ranged weapons. This had to be done quickly, as we didn’t want what happened when we’d hit our first camp to happen again.
The slavers there had turned their arrows on their captives, killing many slaves. We’d learned the hard way that we shouldn’t expect the guards all to focus on us. Since then, we’ve concentrated first on the most dangerous guards without hesitation. At the same time as the attack starts, there is a loud rumbling noise that can be felt under our feet.
That would be Bridget and our trick up our sleeve. She’d turned the ground inside the camp soft, like sand, making it harder for the guards or slavers to move quickly. It also made it harder for the slaves to run away, which would defeat our primary purpose—to protect them.
As I rush forward, I bring my hand up, pointing at a guard who is trying to catch his balance. I shoot off a Fire Bullet, mentally calling out Fire, Fire Bullet.
You have used the spell Fire Bullet. You have used 10 points of power.
You have caused your target 70 points of damage.
My spell hits him in the shoulder. Shit! He’d stumbled to the side, moving his head to the right, just as I shot at him. But I need not have worried.
Leeha, next to me, shoots a Water Arrow into the man’s throat, taking him out.
“Thanks,” I tell my gorgeous elven wife with a grin.
She grins back. “Someone has to cover your ass,” she says in English.
She has gotten much better at English. We had not stopped our lessons in my native tongue—which seems to be peculiarly adapted to casting spells. Tia had even started taking them, and was already nearly as proficient as my first wife.
“Bridget did amazing job here!” Tia says from my other side. Lifting her hand, another Fire Arrow shoots out and hits a guard who sprang out from behind a tent, about to slash her with a sword. The man goes down—the yard long Fire Arrow piercing easily through his leather armor and blasting him back a good ten feet, before he tumbles to a stop.
“That was a good idea to do have Bridget do this,” I say out loud. “Makes it so that they have no stable base, decreasing their combat effectiveness.”
Leeha snorts at that. “Hard to fight when you can’t even stand up straight and keep your feet.”
“That’s the point,” I tell her, with a laugh. Switching back to Prithgarian, one of the languages understood on this continent, I say, “But it was a good idea you came up with.”
“Thanks!” she says with a happy grin, switching as well.
“Got him!” Bridget suddenly shouts in my head.
“Bridget says she got the lead slaver!” I shout out so others can hear.
I hear cheering from all sides, but we still head deeper into the camp. Most of the slaves haven’t moved from where they’d been when the attack started, huddling fearfully on the ground—which is still shaking.
Fortunately, we, the rescuers, are not affected by it. That was, again, thanks to Bridget, though I’d used a Complex Spell command for the spell. I’d dispatched Earth Elements under each of my fighter’s feet, ensuring that they would not be affected.
Well, that’s not quite accurate. The Elemental under each person’s feet stabilized the ground they stood on. I still didn’t understand exactly how it all worked, but that’s magic for you. I didn’t care, as long as it kept our steps firm and steady. A sting in the arm draws my attention.
You have taken thirty points of damage.
Looking down at my left arm, I see an arrow sticking through the meaty part of my forearm. There’s a real arrow—not Magical one—stuck in my arm. With a grunt of annoyance, I snap it in two and pull the shaft out.
I’m surprised it went through my enhanced skin. Looking closely at the arrow, I sense a small bit of magic from it. Ah… was it enchanted? I didn’t know you can do that. Something to look into—later.
“Archer!” I shout.
“On it,” Tia says.
Before I can react, she changes into her Dragon form. Taking to the air, her large shadow falls over the cowering slaves and those slavers still alive. That does it. Suddenly, all the slavers still alive throw down their weapons—including the poor bastard who’d shot me.
But, Tia is on a mission. The archer screams in terror as her large Dragon head darts forward, her vicious jaws snapping together while still in flight. Then she’s past him and smacking her lips, having gobbled him up.
I know that if I had not been injured, he would have lived. One of the things that Tia hates most, though, is when I get hurt. She takes such incidents personally. That archer was dead the moment he’d shot me with his arrow.
Tia turns quickly in the air. The way her large form can change direction like that is a feat I still find amazing to watch. She lands in front of me, changing into her Dragonis form as she touches down. Well, not so much her Dragonis form—as we’d learned that the Dragonis were not descended from Dragons, like they claimed, but from crocodiles.
Not that I’m about to tell them that.
She grins at me. “Got him.”
“I see that,” I tell her with a laugh, pulling her in for a hug.
Leeha, next to me, snorts. “That just encourages her.”
“I know,” I reply with a laugh. “Come on, let’s find Bridget and our prisoner.”
CHAPTER TWO
“This way, Master,” says one of my soldiers.
I sigh and ignore the honorific. Evidently, I could not get away from it here on Orac. I still asked folks to stop calling me Master, but always got the same response: ‘Yes, Master. I will stop calling you Master, Master.’
I follow the man and, eventually, he leads me to a large tent. I see it’s not quite as large as the tent I got on the beach, when we’d taken out the Portal for the Demon Horde. Thinking about our palatial tent, I pat the bag that dangles from my belt.
I’m glad we had the big tent, and the large bed it came with. Sleeping at night is so much better on a bed. Though, I needed to look into getting a bigger bed, it’s gotten crowded of late—with Tia, Leeha, Bridget, and myself in it each night.
The man holds the flap open for me, and I walk into the tent, with Tia and Leeha in tow. Inside, the tent is lavish, with a host of rugs on top of a large carpet to make a comfortable floor and cushions all over the place. No bed, though, I notice.
Bridget is holding up a man with her hand behind his neck, and I see that her hand, in the funky way she can only do as an Elemental, was wrapped around his neck. He was struggling to get out of her grip, his feet kicking back and forth.
The man is human, short, and fat. He was in rich robes but not a Mage’s robe. His face is already turning purple. But I know Bridget, and I knew it isn’t so much from her choking him, as it is from his struggles.
