After beheading the forty-six heroes like he was playing fruit ninja with heads, Malthus turned around.
He faced and the blood spots on his body scread the tales of the Heroes’ heads.
"Now," He spoke. His voice carried the thrill of murdering. "Are you finally serious, Human King?"
"Yes. That’s why.."
All three of us jumped back from Malthus.
I was between Erect and Sexis and Erect was even trembling. He was the last alive Hero. All of his comrades were dead.
"I am sorry for your loss, my human Racis friend." Sexis said, his ten scythe arms ready to protect him.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Now you won’t be able to order anyone around."
I turned to him. "That’s what you are sorry about?"
"Mostly yes."
This bish..
Forget it.
"Call your alien soldiers now. We need firepower. Just like I have those heroes you must have so Aliens like that too. Call them."
"I don’t have anything like that."
"What? There must be soone? You keep doing gangbang here, you must have borne so results, right?"
"Yes. The Aliens feel less horny now."
"That’s not what I an by results. Are there no strong aliens under your army? What about those who wear black leather jackets? They had so superpowers, right?"
"There were only two of them. I sent them to attack your continent. But you killed them all. Now I have no Aliens like your heroes."
"Then what kind of King are you? You hide inside a trash can, you vomit on the enemy, you have no formidable soldier under yourself. You might as well just die already."
"How dare you spea—wait. Actually, you’re right"
"It’s not the ti for cody, Sexis!"
"I know. I am not doing cody either. My aliens are naturally strong. So they need no special powers. The most I can give is my regular alien soldiers who are fighting with his army right now."
"Oh yes. That’s right. My soldiers. We can call them here and then we can fight this guy along with them."
I have forgotten about my soldiers. They are in huge numbers and since they were more than Malthus’ soldiers they must have defeated his army and now they would be chilling.
Alright. I’ll teleport them here.
I used a skill to call them behind and raised my hand.
All I have to do now is snap my fingers.
Alright, here goes..
SNAP!
I snapped my fingers.
I waited for two seconds. That’s how long it usually takes.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited and waited but...
"Where are my soldiers?"
No one ca behind .
No one arrived.
Erect grew more tense and Sexis’ antennas trembled too.
I looked at him.
"Try calling your soldiers here."
"How?! I don’t have a phone. Heck, no one has a phone in this world."
"SKILL, Sexis. Use a skill! You must have a teleportation one."
"Oh yes. That I have. I will use it."
Sexis stared at the empty space in front of him and I believed he was looking at his system window.
I didn’t disturb him but the bastard was taking his sweet ti as if he was taking a shit.
"Just use it. Talk to the system. Ask where the skill is. You don’t have to impress anyone by taking a long ti."
"Yes. Yes. I am doing it alright. I am in tension too."
"Do it fast!"
"Found it."
I sighed in relief.
Sexis found the skill and I hope he used it instantly.
"It says I need to snap my fingers to use this Skill." Sexis said.
"Then snap your fingers!"
"Which hand?! I’ve got TEN."
"Just snap the fingers of any hand, you overdesigned mop. You are not Thanos for fucks sake. Don’t think so much about a snap!"
"Jeez. Fine. Alright. Here goes.."
SNAP!
Hah. He finally snapped those ugly twigs.
And I just noticed that he can change his hands to scythes at will. When he was spinning I thought he had swords but they were scythes. He never held a sword in his hands. He was born with them.
Anyway, I waited this ti for Sexis’ soldiers but just like mine...
No one ca.
"Are you sure you did sothing?" I asked.
"That’s what she said."
"Don’t joke, you bastard. Did you use the skill or not?"
"I did. But nothing happened."
Shit. What was going on?
"HAHAHA!"
A booming laughter echoed on the battlefield. The trademark laughter for a villain.
, Erect and Sexis flinched at that horrendous sound. It was Malthus’ laugh. Loud, distorted, and in desperate need of autotune.
"Why.. Why are you laughing?" Erect asked. Mostly because he didn’t get enough dialogues for a while now.
"I don’t talk with side kicks, human. A King only answers to another King."
Then you shouldn’t be talking to either.
"Fine then. Answer . Why were you laughing?" I asked anyway.
"Right. You wanted to summon your soldiers, eh? Well, see this.."
Malthus raised his hand and this ti, he snapped his fingers.
Seriously, too much snapping today. Keep using those fingers for snapping and you will never get down with a girl.
Anyway, after Malthus snapped his fingers, the sky changed.
Before, it was showing and the others but now it showed... the soldiers—Malthus’ soldiers.
They were in thousands and they were scattered around the battlefield.
They had made various groups.
One group was sitting on the ground, playing cards. Are those Pokemons?
Another group was doing gymnastics. Sumrsault and Wintersault type shit.
They were all hideous, ugly, scary and the things they were doing didn’t suit their appearance at all!
One of the soldiers was reciting poetry in front of another group and the audience were clapping too. I also want to go there.
One more group and they were... praying? They all were sitting cross legged. They all had their palms joined and eyes closed. Who were they praying to? Osama Laden?
And one last group, at the corner was doing... Yoga? What the fuck? What kind of soldiers are they? They were acting like so saints who are above all materialism and hated capitalism.
But forget them, where are my soldiers?
"Where are my soldiers?" I asked.
"And mine too!" Sexis did the sa.
And at that, Malthus grinned.
He waved his finger and the sky-screen moved a little.
The view changed and when all three of us saw it... my throat went parched.
A mountain.
A mountain was there on the battlefield.
And it was no Kilimanjaro or Everest.
The mountain consisted of... Corpses.
Corpses of mine and Sexis’ millions of soldiers!
It took a second to know that just like the Heroes, all of my soldiers were dead too.
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