Blood scattered everywhere as Zad's head rolled on the plains, his face still had the last expression he had before death.
Complete terror!
"Now then, who's next?" Lauria asked, turning to the remaining rcenaries.
The rcenaries totally lost their will to fight after watching the most powerful get trumped so easily. With only a few of their numbers left, they stood no chance at all.
"She easily took down... A Ruler?!" They mumbled.
No one wants to die... Not even steel-hearted n of the battlefield.
They all dropped their swords and ran away, screaming pathetically. Abandoning their Ruler, Borgos, who rely stood dumbfounded, they fled desperately.
"H-Hey, co back here. Don't leave ... You bastards!!!" Borgos yelled.
His legs were shaking and he could not even move. His knees gave out as he collapsed on the floor, unable to move.
"Zad got defeated...? And now it's my turn... Shit! shit!! shit!!!" He thought within himself.
Noises of desperation and cries filled the field as the rcenaries hurried to safety. They hoped, they prayed, they begged as they ran, for the Apostle not to give chase to them and let them go.
Lauria sighed. Of course, she wasn't going to do that. She, as the hamr of justice that renders all evil to judgnt, had to perform her duty. It also didn't help their case that she totally despised heathens.
Phobio and the General watched as the rcenaries ran for their dear lives and cried like babies. A thought appeared on the General's mind whether he and his troops should do the sa.
"What's taking our reinforcents so long?" Phobio said impatiently.
He was nervous and anxious. He didn't want to die.
"She's in an entirely different league from Flora," He said, rembering the Apostle he had by his side when fighting Hexarion.
"She... She won't co this way will she?" He gulped.
The soldiers were already uneasy and tension grew among them. They contemplated staying or escaping. They picked the latter.
"Uooohhhhh" The Soldiers ran away as well, following the rcenaries to escape the Fate which awaited them. Together with the rcenaries, they stampeded and made for their escape.
Only the General remained by Phobio's side, refusing to leave even though every fiber of his being wanted to.
"I... I can't abandon the young prince" He said to himself as cold sweat appeared all over his body.
"Filthy heathens, the lot of them. They're a bit much, but I'll have to take care of all of them" She sighed.
Her eyes glowed white as she prepared herself to launch a decisive attack to end both soldiers and rcenaries alike.
Suddenly a multitude of swords appeared in the sky. innurable and unasurable blades, suspended in the air.
The fleeing n witnessed this and gasped. Tears fell out of the eyes of so as they saw the sharp edges of uncountable swords.
"You... You can't be serious... This is..." They gasped.
They picked up their pace and pushed their legs further to try to escape the endless swords.
"Descend" A voice let out.
In a flash, the swords fell with imasurable force and rained down upon them.
The blades stabbed, pierced, butchered, sliced up, carved up, impaled, killed, mutilated, and stabbed again...Over five blades pierced a single soldier. So received as much as fifty blades as each blade overlapped and continuously rendered the bodies into minceat. This process was carried out instantly until every single one of the fleeing soldiers and rcenaries was dead.
The sea of corpses brought forth blood which filled the field they were in. The blades stood, as their edges were still in the corpses, with their handles facing the sky. Dust and smoke filled the surrounding area thanks to the sparks caused by the swords and their stirring of the ground.
Phobio felt sick. So many lives... Lost... Just like that.
"Wow, Lady Apostle... That is impressive! What strength. So this is the power of the gods bestowed upon n" Commander Gerund said in awe.
"T-That wasn't ..." Lauria's voice sounded.
Gerund gazed upon the Apostle and was surprised by what he saw.
Her eyes bulged with shock as she couldn't explain what had just occurred. She looked perplexed at the slaughter that had just taken place.
"What could you possibly an, Miss Apostle you surely..." He ventured to say.
"Who... Who is that?" She said, noticing a silhouette appearing from the smoke caused by the sudden impact of the countless swords upon the earth.
A young man of about 19 years stepped forward. His dark hair and purple eyes were the first to be noticed among his appearances. He had a grin on his face and he walked calmly, with his hands in his pockets and an air of easiness around him.
"W-What is he...?! How can this be...?!" Lauria said, her eyes bulging even further and her face showing slight hints of fear.
"L-Lady Apostle... What do you an? Is that man..." Gerund asked.
"That is no man!" She interrupted him sharply as she raised her voice.
Gerund imdiately kept quiet and withdrew from speaking. He looked at the trembling apostle, he was full of surprise. She never showed any form of hesitation or fear before so this was new to him. She clenched her teeth and glared at the approaching figure.
"How can it be... That I sense no Essence from him?! This is impossible!" She said with trembling.
Like a blank figure in an entire world full of color, an anomaly that shouldn't even exist. That was what she saw with her Extrasensory perception. He didn't have any Aspect, sothing everyone and everything possessed.
"That being... Who is he?!"
[My Turn]
I smiled as I casually approached the few survivors of the battle, after decimating the useless ones who retreated.
There's Phobio, his general, three Imperial Knights who appear to be of higher ranks than the ones who died, the Ruler in charge of Artia's Black Market sector Borgos, and finally, the Apostle.
From my distance I can see the expression the Apostle is making, priceless.
After observing everything thus far, it's ti for to join in on the fun. After all... Everything is going according to my plan.
"Ti for the final act" I grinned widely.
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