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  < [Agent of Sheogorath] – {Blessing of the Mad Champion}: when activated, your fatigue and injuries recover 25 times faster than usual. >

  "…… Wow!"

  A strong vibe of power enveloped Jon as he felt a strong surge of energy within his Energy Center and felt invincible for a second. He looked between the system screen and Sheogorath and wanted to say something but the later was making a face he has never seen before.

  "Nephew…… say it once again……"

  "…… Eeeeh…… Uncle?"

  "AH! I felt it! Haskill, did you feel that too?"

  "Yes, Lord Sheogorath. Congratulations, there is someone fool enough in this world that agreed to be your kin."

  "Finally! Wahahaha! This will be amazing, family gathering, holidays together, every New and Old Life festivals, Birthdays! I can’t…… I can’t even rope my head around all that…… it will be FUN!"

  ’Fuck me dead!’ Jon swore within.

  "I will stop you there, Mad God." He said.

  "CALL ME UNCLE!" Sheogorath lashed.

  "Uncle! I will stop you there for a second. You know that the following events in the next chapter of my life won’t need more Drama than it already going to have…… or Comedy in your case…… point is…… BAD IDEA!"

  "Don’t be worried, Lord Nephew. Lord Sheogorath only takes a vacation once every 50 mortal years that if he didn’t manage to sneak away while I am not looking." Haskill assured Jon.

  "…… Oh! Good. I’ll be depending on you, Haskill."

  "How RUDE! You two are conspiring on me at my face?"

  "Hey, Uncle Sheo. Where is my friend?"

  "Oh! Right, where is El Diablo festival going to kick off this year, Haskill?"

  "At ’Heretic’s Horn’ region, Lord Sheogorath. The portal to the Mortal World will open in less than a few minutes."

  "Wait! What? You…… you were trying to waste time all that long?" Jon lashed out right away.

  "Wahaha! Didn’t see that coming, did you? Anyway, this is about the right time for you to start chasing after your friend, nephew. The Game is afoot…… or a leg…… or all manner of severed limbs! You only need to catch your friends and slay the mount he is riding to retrieve him without a hitch, no schemes or ulterior motives as promised." Sheogorath revealed his grand plan.

  Jon’s face changed color instantly, he realized that Sheogorath wanted him to go after El Diablo once he has wasted enough time for El Diablo to be prepared.

  ’Damn him…… How manipulative!’ Jon thought.

  "Tsk, let’s go, Isha."

  As they turned around and were about to leave the palace, the windows, gates and all the other gaps were blocked either by doors and locks or by Seducers and Saints.

  "Before you go, nephew. Shouldn’t we have one last challenge? For example; how will you leave the Palace?" Sheogorath said as he sat smiling on the throne.

  "…… You really don’t get bored, do you?"

  "HA! With you Nephew, not a moment is dull."

  "Shit!" Isha seemed to have reached her last bit of sanity and was about to lash out too. She let Jon deal with the Mad God because she was too scared to do so and Jon was doing a damn good job but now…… now the Mad God is manipulating them with force.

  She pointed her spear and was about to use it to call out some Storm Atronachs to aid her but Jon’s hand patted her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Jon snorting as if he was grinning under his mask.

  "Hehehe! Uncle Sheo, you too never cease to amaze me but…… I am sorry, your nephew is going to be a little bit rude and leave without a proper goodbye."

  "Auhoho! I would love to see you try, Nephew." Sheogorath said as he rested back on his throne.

  "…… Uncle, did you just ’dare’ me?"

  "Hm? Why not? I dare you."

  Jon smiled and shook his head.

  "Remember this one, Uncle. If the ’Dare’ can be a sphere of power one day, I’ll be the Daedric Lord that rules over it. See you, Uncle." Jon said with an arrogant tone and called out. "Nefertiti, now!"

  Just as he said so, he held Isha closer spread [Greed] around them. Once the formless weapon covered them like a cloak, a large black cat appeared from its outer side and pulled it through a strange portal that appeared out of nowhere. In less than a second, Jon and Isha were not in their place anymore.

  The indifferent look on Haskill’s face turned into a frown, the naughty smile on Sheogorath’s face froze, the Seducers tilted their heads and the Saints stepped back.

  "…… My Lord, I am…… not sure…… how this……"

  "Haskill."

  "Ye…… Yes, Lord Sheogorath."

  "Did my nephew just make a fool out of us?"

  "…… I am afraid so, my Lord. Should I call the torturer?"

  "Would the torturer know how did my nephew escape from my hall?"

  "…… No."

  "Then why call him? But just a moment ago, that thing that pulled my nephew was a black cat, right?"

  "Yes."

  "And it was a being that neither you nor I could sense the presence of, right?"

  "Yes."

  "In MY realm, where I rule, there was a being that I couldn’t tell how it lurked around? My realm which basically an extension of me?"

  "…… I don’t think I have ever heard of a being that can do that, Lord Sheogorath." Haskill said.

  "Oh! HAHAHA! I think we know of a certain race that has the potential to develop such features to rival even the Daedric Prices, dear Haskill." Sheogorath said and the smile on his face became even wider.

  "Faeries!"

  ***

  Jon and Isha appeared outside New Sheoth city with Nefertiti waiting for them there.

  "Now, my dead Daedric Unc…… Hey, I haven’t finished my line just yet."

  "Too slow, Hooman."

  Jon and Nefertiti started quarreling while Isha was looking around dizzily.

  "How did we……" She looked at Jon who was pinching Nefertiti’s cheeks while she was scratching his hand and realized that those two freaks were clearly after it. Last time she was shocked senseless by Jon was when he got along with Sheogorath and she decided that this man is very abnormal so there was no need to be shocked each time but this time he escaped from the clutches of a Daedric Prince.

  In truth, Jon and Nefertiti were planning for an escape route before even entering the city of New Sheoth. He told her to not come out of the Shadow World after they were done with the Gatekeeper and left a part of [Greed] with her to be able to open a Shadow Portal through the Shadow World. With such power, not even Sheogorath would see it coming.

  "Hey, you two, this is not the time. We need to find your friend." Isha said.

  "Oops! Almost forgot." Jon froze in his place then he took out the map and checked the location that Sheogorath mentioned.

  "Heretic’s Horn is to the East. Not too far." He said.

  "Fine, let’s run."

  "Sadly that won’t work. It will take us at least an hour if we didn’t come across a single monster on the way. We need a fast ride."

  Jon started casting a spell and two Flame Atronach Hawks appeared.

  "Let’s roll." Jon and jumped on one and it started flying.

  Isha, who made her mind not to be surprised, got shocked again then her shock turned into anger.

  "Hey, if you could do that from the start? Why didn’t you use it on the way here?"

  She was genuinely mad but Jon was already in the air, she looked at the Atronach Hawk that he left for her and growled with anger before figuring out how to ride it.

  *A few miles to the east*

  A large horde of Kurkur monsters were gathered around a large rock near the Enjean Sea. On top of that rock, there was a strange man holding a large sword and on his head, there was a strange mask.

  The mask was that of a chicken head mask. It was half white and half red and the Kurkurs looked at it with admiration.

  Those strange creatures that resembled humanoid chickens with scary faces and large chicken legs were an incarnation of nightmares that Sheogorath was dearly fond of but what Jon and Isha saw from the air was real madness.

  "How are we going to go through all that?" Isha asked.

  "I have no idea."

  Jon carefully looked down and started to ascertain the best plan to take action but that was still a bit complicated. It seemed that the number of the Kurkurs down there was over a thousand or so, even the great Jon Dare would think twice before making a move against such a horde.

  He can summon up to 300 undead creatures from the Soul Crain but because of such massive number his control will be off and they would just follow simple orders like ’Attack’ and ’Don’t Attack’. With the [Ahzidal’s Ring of Necromancy] on him, he can buff them all to rival troublesome monsters like the Kurkurs but his control won’t be improved one bit.

  There when he got enlightened by a good idea.

  "Necromancers with my power can control up to 150 undead creatures with ease but going over that criteria would make the Undead stupidly immovable…… unless…… unless they were commanded by undead like them. Some necromancers chose to turn into a Lich like Mannimarco for the sole reason of the large number of undead they can control. If I needed to control those 300 undead easily, I know just the guy."

  Jon looked into the [Cube] and commanded Odokuro, the hulking bone samurai, to get ready.

  The Kurkur on the land were still cheering and screaming as their leader El Diablo started to shout madly too. Jon was looking for the weakness that Sheogorath and Haskill mentioned, the mount of El Diablo.

  Sadly, there was no such thing and El Diablo was only standing on his feet. Jon wasn’t bothered by the fact as he had an alternative plan anyway but now he needed to get to Jon Battle-Born that was possessed by that El Diablo thing.

  "Nefertiti, take Odokuro down."

  Nefertiti followed right away, she went into the [Cube], held onto Odokuro and teleported outside to the ground right away.

  "Isha, hold my hand."

  Jon pulled Isha with [Telekinesis] from the Flame Atronach Hawk she was riding and held on to her. He then switched the suicide attack mode of the Atronach Hawks one and aimed them down at the Kurkur horde.

  *BANG* *BANG*

  Two large explosions hit the flanks of the Horde killing more than two hundred at once. If Jon could level up from that attack, he would have become insanely strong.

  Not minding the silly idea that appeared on his mind. Jon levitated in the air and landed behind Odokuro and Nefertiti. He then took out a Conjuration Staff and started to summon an undead horde of his own.

  In sheer seconds, 200 Wraithmen Warriors and 100 Bonemen Archers appeared around Jon and Isha. They were all black skeletons with deathly cold aura and glimmering blue eyes.

  "Krilon, the Kurkurs they are coming."

  "I know."

  Jon didn’t even spare the monsters a glance and ran to Odokuro, he took off some bones from his back and stuffed the Staff in after liking it with the Magicka Reactor in Odokuro’s head.

  "Make sure to convey my orders to them."

  Now, all those undead creatures were under Odokuro’s control and it was under Jon’s control. Jon’s commands to Odokuro were transferred from it to the 300 undead creature with ease. Jon couldn’t help but smile.

  "Perfect. Sadly, even Odokuro has a limit but it is still far to reach and way better than mine."

  While not realizing it, Jon has created a terrifying [Death Knight] that will shock the whole hidden forces in Skyrim and also the Empire one day not far.

  "And he has his own undead army too! If he was only my type……" Isha started shaking her head.

  "What? I am everyone’s type!" Jon heard her.

  Realizing that she thought out loud, Isha wanted to slap her forehead but she didn’t.

  "I like men with childish faces and submissive personalities." She said what she thought the opposite of Jon.

  "Damn! A Feminist and a Shotacon…… you are a hopeless person and you will die alone!" Jon looked at the buff girl beside him up and down before cussing at her.

  The two didn’t mind cursing at each other friendly. Jon and Isha may not be the type of each other but they were developing fast friendship, a friendship forged in the realm of madness.

  "Listen up, Jon my friend is that fool with the chicken head over him, his current weakness is his so-called mount that we did not see yet. You need a mount too, may I borrow that." Jon said and pointed to the [Spear of Bitter Mercy].

  "…… Here but the enchantment won’t listen to you."

  Jon took the spear anyway and activated the enchantment without a problem, he used the spear’s function to summon a Storm Atronach Horse.

  "Here you go."

  "It can do that?" Isha was shocked when she knew that her spear can summon an Atronach that she can ride too.

  "I will teach you the trick later but right now you need to stop El Diablo for me, Odokuro will lead the undead I summoned and I will figure out how to take us from here.

  "Right." Isha was excited with Jon’s plan.

  Right at this moment, El Diablo or rather Jon Battle-Born also led the Kurkur monsters towards Jon’s Undead. With an overwhelming numerical difference, El Diablo was sure of his win and summoned his mount.

  Between the ranks of the Kurkurs, a large monster started to advance towards El Diablo. It was something so bizarre and none expected to see coming at all.

  "Pffft!" Jon couldn’t help but hold his stomach and explode in laughter. Isha’s eyes widened and didn’t understand how this creature even existed.

  El Diablo jumped on his mount and acted as if he was the king of the world…… that was riding on a Giant Chicken.

  [A/n: Giant Chickens appeared in The Elder Scrolls Legends but the Kurkurs are my own idea.]

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