Chapter 242 – Wrath of a God
Commander Allistor:
Thunder roared across the sky, accompanied by a torrential downpour that fell with unrelenting fury. The boy stood motionless in the center of the storm, lightning crashing down around him. Instinctively, as if orchestrated by an unseen force, every single one of us took a step back when his piercing gaze locked onto us. My entire body scread a single, primal command: RUN!
My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I had to shout internally to suppress the terror threatening to consu amidst the chaos.
“Attention!” I barked at the soldiers around . “Prepare for engagent! Form ranks! Combat Mages, hold your lines! Shooter Mages, ready your most powerful spells! Fight to kill!” My voice barely masked the fear coursing through , but I knew there was no other choice. That boy had to be eliminated. Every instinct told that even if a fragnt of him remained, he would destroy us all.
Looking at him felt like staring into the eyes of a massive serpent ready to strike. The pressure was unbearable, and I had to force myself not to avert my gaze, even though my lungs felt as though they might collapse under the weight of it.
“Advance! Combat Mage Squadron!” another commander yelled, raising his sword to the thunderous heavens. “Attack!”
The torrential rain blurred our vision as darkness was sporadically broken by the glow of magical orbs and scattered torches. Above us, lightning snaked through the storm clouds, illuminating the battlefield with montary flashes of blinding brilliance.
The Combat Mage Squadrons charged en masse, surging toward the boy like a wave of impending destruction. The rhythmic pounding of boots on waterlogged ground reverberated, a chaotic drumbeat mixed with the war cries of soldiers.
And yet, alone and unard, he remained still, staring us down with those eyes that seed to pierce through our very souls. His posture was calm, but it bore an indescribable weight.
Then, without hesitation, he began running toward the advancing forces.
This boy is insane! He’s charging an army by himself!
The sight was surreal. The boy, barehanded, dashed toward hundreds of soldiers wielding weapons and casting spells. The rain only heightened the drama, each drop cascading off his black hair as his determined strides echoed across the drenched battlefield. He was a re silhouette against the chaos, yet sohow, he commanded the space around him with an overwhelming presence.
From our vantage point, it looked like suicide. Every soldier in that squadron was battle-hardened. Mages were casting spells, archers loosing enchanted arrows, swordsn forming an impenetrable line. This was the elite force, the pride of the noble armies.
And there he was, sprinting alone toward that wall of steel and magic, rain soaking his clothes but failing to diminish the intensity of his movents.
“Is he out of his mind?” soone whispered beside , but no one answered. We were frozen, caught in the web of disbelief and mounting tension that thickened the air.
The two forces collided with a deafening crash, the impact unleashing a shockwave that rippled through the area. The boy beca a blur of speed, disarming a soldier with a devastating kick to the jaw. The soldier’s sword flew from his grasp, and the boy spun with unparalleled dexterity, wielding the stolen blade with lethal precision.
Every slash was exact, every movent a deadly dance of steel. His technique was flawless, rciless.
He tore through the ranks like a living storm, sidestepping strikes with inhuman agility before delivering a kick that sent a man flying like a ragdoll. In one swift motion, he severed another soldier’s arm, the blood spraying through the rain like crimson mist. He moved like a force of nature, cutting down soldiers one by one without hesitation.
“AH!” A soldier was flung violently, crashing face-first into the wall beside . The sickening crack of his skull shattering filled the air as his face disintegrated into a grotesque ss of blood and bone shards.
“Fuck…” I muttered, unable to process the sheer brutality unfolding before .
Chaos erupted around as the boy continued his relentless assault against a sea of soldiers. Flaming arrows and knives streaked through the air, yet he deflected each one with precision. Wielding two swords, his movents defied comprehension. Every blade aid at him was parried, every strike anticipated and evaded with an ease that sent chills down my spine.
He dashed forward, stepping onto a fallen sword on the ground, sending it spinning into the air. With a wind-empowered kick, he launched the blade with unerring precision, impaling a distant soldier. It was a massacre, but the cold, calculated way he carried it out was far more terrifying than the carnage itself.
Arrows and blades flew toward him, yet nothing found its mark. His movents were fluid, almost graceful, as he deflected each projectile with his swords. His fierce gaze swept across the battlefield, calm and composed amidst the chaos. When one of the soldiers shouted an order to fire, he beca the next victim. The boy hurled his sword, the blade embedding itself in the man’s face with lethal precision.
In a seamless motion, the boy snatched a knife from the air as if it were second nature and threw it into the neck of an approaching soldier. Without missing a beat, he pressed on.
A soldier propelled by fire magic charged at him with blinding speed, aiming for a lethal strike. The boy sidestepped effortlessly, as if he had anticipated the attack. With a swift motion, he locked the soldier’s arm and, with a sickening crunch, broke it in half. The man’s scream of agony was imdiate, and I saw the jagged white of bone pierce through his flesh.
“You won’t be needing this anymore,” the boy remarked nonchalantly, ripping the broken bone from the soldier’s arm and wielding it as an improvised weapon.
Another soldier charged, and the boy, without hesitation, drove the bone shard into the man’s eye. The agonized scream that followed was cut short as the soldier was flung back by a ferocious strike.
A towering soldier wielding a massive sword charged at him with overwhelming force. The boy dodged at the last mont, allowing the giant blade to crash into the ground. Using the sword as a ramp, he sprinted up its length. At the peak of his leap, he delivered a spinning double kick, sending the massive soldier hurtling into a wall with bone-crushing impact. In one fluid motion, the boy yanked the massive sword from the ground and hurled it like a spear, impaling the soldier through the abdon.
The Combat Mage squadron quickly encircled him, their weapons glowing with magical energy as they ford an impenetrable ring.
“Attack!” one of the leaders shouted, and the mages, enhanced by wind magic, surged forward in a synchronized assault.
The boy snapped his fingers, and in a blinding flash, a spear of yellow light materialized in his hands. The weapon glowed as if imbued with the power of the sun itself, leaving a trail of golden sparks with every movent.
"Light elent?" I muttered in disbelief, my heart racing. "That's supposed to be exclusive to High Elves... How does he have it?"
He didn’t hesitate. Spinning the spear in a masterful arc, he turned it into a radiant blur. Each rotation created rings of light that dazzled the soldiers around him, making it impossible for anyone to approach without being blinded.
When the first soldier charged, the boy leaped into the air, spinning the spear above his head before delivering a devastating vertical strike that cleaved the enemy's sword in half. Before the man could react, the boy swept the spear horizontally, striking his chest with enough force to send him flying backward.
“BAM!” A blinding explosion of light erupted as he landed, spinning the spear so quickly it seed to form an impenetrable shield around him. A mage attempted to cast a wind spell, but the boy darted forward with absurd speed, dodging the attack like a golden streak. Twisting his body, the spear’s tip struck the mage's temple, knocking him out instantly.
He moved among the enemies like an ethereal figure, evading sword strikes and arrows with astonishing agility. He leaped and spun, his movents fluid and precise. Sliding under a soldier's legs, he swept the spear to take the man down with a strike behind the knees. Before the soldier hit the ground, the boy spun on one foot, delivering a kick to the chest of another enemy, sending him flying.
"Focus on him!" the squad leader shouted, but it was too late.
The boy used the battlefield to his advantage, leaping and striking with devastating power. The spear sliced through the air with blinding speed, taking down two soldiers simultaneously with deadly precision. A group attempted to surround him, but he exploited the wet terrain, sliding between them while spinning the spear in a devastating maneuver that cleared the area around him.
In a jump, he launched himself into the air and descended like a bolt of lightning, slamming the spear into the ground. A wave of light exploded outward, tossing nearby soldiers like leaves in the wind. With a fluid motion, he pulled the spear from the ground, spinning it effortlessly in his hands as he faced the remaining soldiers with a cold, determined gaze.
A group of mages began chanting in unison, their hands brimming with fiery energy. “Grand Fire Barrage!” they shouted, unleashing a tidal wave of flas that surged toward him like an unstoppable inferno.
In response, the boy stomped on the ground, raising a massive column of stone that propelled him high into the air. The wave of fire roared upward in pursuit, but he did sothing unexpected. While still airborne, he exhaled a powerful blast of water, creating a tsunami that collided with the flas. The clash of the two elents triggered an explosive burst of steam, shrouding the battlefield in a dense, blinding mist.
“Water elent… and earth elent…” a commander beside murmured in disbelief. “How is that possible?”
Through the dense vapor, his eyes glowed an intense blue. The fire mages, seeing that piercing light within the fog, froze in their tracks, paralyzed with fear.
“He stopped our spell!” one of the mages cried out in utter panic.
“Keep attacking!” another shouted, but the creeping terror had already taken hold. The boy, his sharp gaze and determined stride cutting through the mist, showed no sign of rcy.
The Combat Mages, bolstered by their elental powers, charged at him with incredible speed, but his words made them falter for a split second:
"Do you think a few years of training prepare you for war against ?" he said in a nacing tone, raising his arm toward the sky. "I've seen larger, braver armies than yours. They fell all the sa!"
And then, sothing utterly horrifying occurred. The rain falling on the battlefield froze midair and began to ascend, as if the heavens themselves were pulling it back. The droplets coalesced into a massive sphere above the boy, swirling slowly at first.
The dark clouds blanketing the sky started to converge, drawn toward the colossal sphere. Lightning streaked through the water, illuminating it with an eerie blue glow. The wind grew ferocious, cutting like invisible blades and kicking up dust and debris. The atmosphere beca suffocatingly heavy, as if the air itself was being drained from our lungs.
The sphere spun faster and faster, its sound deafening as the roar of the wind rged with the crackling of thunder, emanating from within the swirling maelstrom. The water continued to grow, fed by the rain and drawing power from the churning black clouds above.
Soldiers around began retreating, their faces pale with terror. I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the spectacle. The boy, standing at the epicenter of the chaos, raised his hand toward the heavens as if commanding the destructive force. His glowing eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity.
The sphere kept spinning, faster and faster, until everything around it seed to be drawn in: air, light, even sound itself. Then, for a brief mont, the rotation slowed, like the silence before an explosion.
It was in that instant that the true nature of what he was creating beca terrifyingly clear.
“It’s a tornado!” a soldier beside scread, his voice trembling with unrestrained fear.
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