Wielder of Names 6-103 to 6-104 (War of the Teacups)
Chapter: 6
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“If it has a pulse,
Take its skull!
If it builds a house,
Smash it flat!
Strength is my God,
The God of Shapes,
If my God should fail me,
I will kill him too.”
– Sword Law Mantra of the Knights Belligerent
holy SHIT DUDE????
THIS.
Ballroom Blitz: Whereupon the man in the back said EVERYONE ATTACK! And hence, it turned into a Ballroom Blitz.
…Anyone else looking for Waldo in that mess?
Also, That Al-pose. 😀
It strikes me as unwise to seek anything at all in that mess.
This one surmises that it is perhaps not the best idea to fill ones house full of mercenaries. It seems that they do not all get along.
Well, the guards are not visible, having presumably headed for the hills (or been squished underfoot). These folks were crashing the party.
A lot of mismatched fights here; I especially like the sword vs. beam shot. In any case, they’re thinning out the crowd and weakening the victors. I imagine they never even thought of cooperation.
A difficult thing to master, dividing one amongst many. A battle would’ve been inevitable, but I agree; better saved for the finale than intermission.
I am particularly fond of Little Miss Doesn’t Give AF just left of center, partitioning Big Blue at the neck like it aint no thang.
What a ball! Reminds me of a certain battle of demigods
This is exactly what I needed early in the morning ^^
Tea sets: the Heralds of Juggy Star
Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, “Mad Tea Party.”
Oh man. Alice-yis-un looks so freaked out. Good thing they need her alive, so they’ll be focusing in eachother instead of her.
While AL-YiS-UN might look freaked out, she’s the only one guaranteed to make it out of this complete mess unharmed.
Unharmed is a strong word. Many of the bids do not need her alive. If I recall, one of them was for just her skull.
It took some time before I realized that Allison is, in fact, on this page.
So much glorious slaughter! It makes my hearts beat with joy.
So much spilled blood of many hues! My nostrils flare at the metallic stench.
So much decadent violence! ‘Tis a carnage the likes of which even Aesma would be proud.
So many fine and valuable teapots being smashed underfoot…my soul bleeds at the sight.
Do none of these belligerent fools understand the importance of avoiding collateral damage? Kill your foe with precision, then you may take all that is worth from his corpse and not bolted down in the general vacinity!
Of course, they do. Just look at the bottom panels. You can see them taking great care not to bleed on the pottery. Perhaps they plan to take a few items with them as they pass on to the afterlife?
And not a broken cup to be seen anywhere! These are truly refined belligerent fools.
This answers a question I never thought to ask. What do you give the god-empress who has everything? Lots and lots of tea sets. I wonder what tree she feeds those things to?
in some universes, the perverse performer known as the clown is not yet outlawed
one of their most infamous rituals involves a great many of the grotesques exiting from a small vehicle that seemingly couldn’t possibly hold them all
something about this orgy of violence in a constrained visual space brought that tidbit to mind
HONK . Honk-honk. Honk.
*clown that was set on fire and thrown out of airlock*
And everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.
Angelname checks out.
I don’t know, this seems very opportune to me.
Indeed. That is one angel who was named for such events
Those kicks were fast as THE INFERNAL THUNDER OF FORTY-THREE UNDYING UNIVERSES FILLED WITH EVERLASTING JOY AND DESPAIR.
YISUN damn it, Krismayana, I thought we had agreed on this! I’ll gladly defeat you if that’s what you truly wish, but I told you I had a matter of honor to settle with Kierinsaval first. He’s literally right there! You just have to fight someone other than the two of us, and it’s not like you aren’t spoiled for choice in that regard!
You expected someone to fight fair? You disgrace YISUN because neither YISUN nor Aesma, his greatest diciple, ever fought fair.
You should watch your tongue. Show respect when you address a knight.
My name is kouta. I’m an ebon devil.
I expected that an agreement would be honored. I have no issue with dispatching Krismayana, but by the time that I have ended his little interruption I do believe that Kierinsaval will have found himself freshly occupied, and I shall be likewise engaged shortly after, and an opportunity will be lost for no reason but one fool’s bullheadedness.
He is overcome with bloodlust, dear INGSVLD. You know how little the shallow oaths and weak promises of mortal men matter when they can hear a heartbeat just crying out to be stopped. Assuming that hypocephalic body of yours has a heart, of course…
Indeed Krismayana, the Geas Knight speaks truthfully. Was it not known that he and I had a matter yet lying between us?
But there is still time enough for that, INGSVLD. The fray separates us by only a little way, and once the great idiot is moved then perhaps soon the matter between us shall at long last be settled.
The Everflame flickers as it will Book Knight. This fight it laps at you. Who are we to deny it?
We are the children of the white flame, that is who. If you have no aspiration to be anything but a tool, then feel free to abandon all pretense of dignity and join the Belligerents. I’m sure they would welcome you with open arms. Or arm, as the case may be.
Choose you your battles wisely paper tiger, or learn you why parchment fears the fire. Your knights’ squabbles concerned with I am not.
To compartmentalise ones dishonourable violence multiplies its sin.
So many fighters! I wonder who will mourn them?
If only they’d stop actually defending themselves, there could be twice as many graves dug tonight (or, more realistically, twice as large a ditch).
When in doubt, rampage.
I fear that all these hunters have greatly miscalculated. The master of this palace will likely be quite displeased at the commotion they cause. And she seems even less stable than usual.
Expecting a Praman Nand-style “NOT. IN. MY. HOUSE,” type of entrance from the local queen, except with a bit more shattering of reality.
That is, unless our dear brother 6 Juggernaut Star should make his entrance first. While I loathe him, his order, and everything they stand for, he is good at clearing a room of all living occupants.
Also of walls. Though I see Hrotomos has already made a start on that particular project.
Cleanliness is virtue, as is moderation.
If there is one thing that fathermother YISUN hates more than they love, it is sameness.
I trust that this time things will end differently.
The flood that Follows such stillness and tension is majestic.
Truly reminiscent of Sweet or The Rezillos.
of such enjoyment I am not deserving.
To be first in the war for the comments is to be first in the War of Life, and first in the gaze of YISUN. Glory to the divine corpse!
Such battles of supremacy are beyond mortal ken. for most of us here below it is the more humble battle of being first to reply to the first of the comments. It is with disciples apprentices and acolytes that we struggle
“Flat is justice.”
-Forchan, Knight Belligerent of the 34th Kingdom of Clolion.
“‘Flat is justice’. Implying! Tits are life! Ass is Hometown!”
– My esteemed Master, 34 Rules Without Exception.
Duuuuuuude. That’s fucking sweet.
I see that the brigade of 108 idiots are mostly fighting each other instead of going after AL-YIS-UN”. This should be fun.
Not everybody is worth the King’s time. Only the best shall remain.
Thank you for that delicious name for them.
If Motom got upset over a few spilled skulls, she’s gonna be pissed when she sees this mess…
It would appear that most of the competitors in this contest have been awaiting this diversionary scrap for some time.
THE GOD OF MEAT
THE KNOWLEDGE OF MEAT
BLOODY-MOUTHED I STOOD BEFORE GOD
methinks someone needs to meet the Reverend Jesse Custer
“…AND THEY SMILED IN ROT AND GRISTLE”
Aye, I know that barbarian mantra. Quite visceral.
WHAT’S WITH ALL THESE TEAPOTS?
Mother Om may be a monstrous despot but she’s not a barbarian. What do you expect her to have her guests drink tea out of if not the finest Giant-Bone?
Me gusta Alice! xD I need a high def closeup of it 😛
But on a more serious note, this is a riveting piece. I love it!
So are you ready Steve?
Uh huh!
I wonder when the palace will fall from the sky and kill all the weak inside?
I wonder if in their zeal to gain power they realize they broke into a high powered tyrant’s palace and started wrecking her property? Hehehe, it’s going to be real funny when mottom shows and reduces them all to mere shrubbery.
If you are AL-YIS-UN the answer is “because I said so”. Everyone else has to explain why.
And the man at the back said,
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz♫
And the girl in the corner said,
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it’ll turn into a ballroom blitz♫
Ballroom blitz!♫
~Proverb of the SWee-tuh
The Blood Flower is widely known for having the biggest balls of them all.
That’s exactly what started playing in my head the moment I laid eyes on this glorious panel.
so many wasted movements
such childish tantrums
how uncouth
Hah! And Allison in the background, with a perfect expression of, “this is my life now, I guess.”
Such is the Fate – and Reward – of Royalty.
that gun witch facing down barbaric sword and magic users while in tight corners…
While I could call myself /brave/
In this situation I think it might be better to be a /mouse/ or similar /意気地なし/
As comfortable as it is, a /melee/ is not smart
And I would not think of myself as /rash/
When I was young and wore my hair tall, I would have sought this melee out
and now I am still young, but my hair grows lower, and I will melee when it comes to me,
but I know that, in truth, I am slowly learning to nod deeply and enjoy.
Amazing story and artwork. Wow…always enjoy my reading and catching up!
Layla has automatics and the orange goggles are coming off. Guess things are serious now. Speaking of which those are some dreamy eyes you got there flat-top.
It also appears that our favorite gun witch has learned not to get right in the middle of the melee this time, however impressive her close-quarters shooting may be. She may yet survive the encounter.
Also, I’m noticing that both the guards’ rifles and Layla’s sub-machine guns have a white muzzle flash. That suggests to me either something mystical, or a much more energetic propellant than mere nitrocellulose.
Pro’ly because a gun isn’t a melee weapon and survival means not letting someone kill you. Survival isn’t the prize here, so sitting back a bit would be prudent for ANY fighter. Later you’d be fighting the victors, but they’d be tired.
In truth, there really is no such thing as a gun/sword fight: if you’re close in, it’s a sword vs. idiot fight, and if you’re far apart, it’s a gun v. idiot fight.
Pfft. Guns don’t have minimum range. Its a gun fight versus an idiot fight either way.
What if they end up destroying Jagganoth by getting him to fail his knights
I’d put that two page spread al over my toast.
I love how it’s implied these doofuses will just follow Allison for the entire story, causing chaos.
The winds of change will always carry the chaff to stick in the gods’ eyes.
*clutches tea set in horror* …..no…not the fine china…
By YISUN, this is a surprise – this painting blocks blades exceptionally well! If I survive this ball, I really should ask who the artist is! Some of their finely wrought pieces, scattered about my home, would be invaluable when mother comes over for tea.
I like the sleepy tattooed swordswoman, she’s got panache.
Take stock of your champion’s garb and demeanour
compare with that of Auntie Maya, a page or two to the previous.
Every ear hears a thousand stories, but each mouth can only tell one.
she’s my top fave of the parade of fools! I don’t know her name, so I just refer to her as “sleepy time gal”.
This is just the worst sort of flash mob.
You are mistaken.
It is the best sort.
Pyramid Illuminai Eye has a laser.
I look forward to seeing which of the manor’s soldiers have the talent for Cutting, and for avoiding being Cut.
Even killing devil’s doesn’t do much to alleviate my boredom. But this is still markedly better then the party.
The mantis being held by the baby is freed but finds a new foe. I notice everyone paying special care towards the teapots, perhaps the property damage will be much less than the casualties would imply.
The Pyramid demon awakens ancient memories of mine… but they are hazy and incomprehensible, as if hidden behind a Cipher in my mind.
What beauty in chaos! What delightful bloodshed! What majestic armament Preem Layla has acquired!
Is just this fool or has no one else noticed the submachine guns the gun witch is whipping out?
You underestimate the Forge-Abbesses of the Gun Witch’s order! While such technology is forbidden in throne and nigh-impossible to transport through the void without knowledge of the greatest arts, a talented or determined enough practitioner will find a way.
Young Layla has determination plenty.
Out of all of this, she is my favorite. Screw fancy swordplay and magic, just spray and pray!
If mere copper-washed steel is an effective weapon when faced with so many exotic foes than maybe our pitiful earth won’t do so bad when the time truly comes to “throw-down”, assuming Al-Ysun can handle Jagganoth and the thorns.
What did you expect a gunwitch to wield, noble Fool?
Daggers?
Gun witches are the best witches.
In a the billion Creations across the multiverse, one will find a multitide of weapons most strange and bizzare. Such a machinery for example, pales in front the Essence cannons and other weapons of war in my home.
They’re all staring at the immortali-tea. This may be where the ruling elite gets its daily dose of immortality.
They don’t have their priorities straight, there is not as much life extension in there are there are about to lose (immortal angel aside)
Fighting over the immortali-tea.
Immortali-tea is popular.
And once again we are witness to a glorious fray. So it is observed, and so it shall be recorded in lasting memory.
My first thoughts were “Where is Alice?” and I start looking with some childhood memories flashbacks.
Good game.
ain’t no party like a murder party
conspicuously absent from the page: Maya.
That’s an awful lot of Heaven being reached for, if you take my meaning
It is the impure act of a beast to strew about cutlery and porcelain for the servants of a house to tidy away.
Not to even mention one’s own limbs.
Oh. My. Goodness. Abbadon, you spoil us so richly. I am especially fond of the giant Mukade looming over Alison. But I can’t help but wonder, what’s the status of our darling Kool-Aid Baby? He’s (she’s?) such a cute widdle thing. Perhaps the queen’s guard have been enlisted in a diaper change just off panel?
I like the sleepy-eyed grey-green person: I note that the Illuminati are represented. Owners of collectible Queen Mottom portraits will be pleased to see their property gain value, due to rapid decrease in supply. It’s sad about the crockery.
What riotous calamity! A melee of chaos, do they expect to prevail?
Okay, so next page White Chain comes and catches every single piece of china before it hits the ground.
From the Annals of Annihilation, burned and cursed upon their creation:
No blade strike falls falsely
There is no missed swing, faulty thrust
There is but only violence.
All blood spilled, grim tide
All ringing blades, heavenly
This is all there is.
Carnage is the first law
Effulgent with violence, all.
Universal truth.
Look to the fallen
The more pieces, the more wise
It was ever this.
Rising king with key,
Reach Heaven through violence
Life is the wanton lock.
*cue Yakkity Sax*
I admit to snorting at that.
Allison’s face makes a perfect 😐
I love it.
Ah, nothing like a mass conflict of beings most diverse and bizzare to remind you of home. Far less destructive that I am used to, but an enjoyable display nonetheless.
Your marketplace and crowded action scenes are inspiring…and also remind me of a more violent version of Where’s Waldo…in this case, it’s Where’s Allison?
Her expression encompassing the entirety of retail workers during Black Friday.
They are all fools. AL-YIS-UN can, and will, survive whatever you attempt to do to her. There’s a reason why I call them the brigade of 108 idiots. I’m an ebon devil and I’m not stupid enough to even consider fighting her because I know that I will lose. I’ve seen what she can do to both an ebon devil and a demiurge.
Seems the art style of this comic has degraded since Hell 71; anybody else notice?
The lines are cleaner and smoother now, and have lost a lot of the early feel that made me really really love the drawings. Still adore the comic, though.
Is the clown faced fighter a reference to the Harlequins from Warhammer 40k?
Is the wickedly curved sickle-like weapon being wielded by the fish person in the bottom right of the first panel a reference to the Shadowstaff from the Dragonlance campaign setting for D&D?
Slay your prey first and then fight over the spoils. Lose sight of your meal in your haste to win it from your rivals, and everyone go home with an empty belly.
What a mess, how can one know who to fight and who to side with?
As the holy book says:
And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you
It’ll turn into a ballroom blitz