Chapter 48: The End Of A Millennium

"My King, my king! We're being slaughtered out there! 10,000 men have already died! Please, you must help us!" shouted an old man as he burst into a room.

The room was lavish and luxurious, it was covered in gold, silver and jewels. The room gave off an aura of debauchery through the steamy and hazy atmosphere and the scattered woman around the room. The woman were both dark skinned and light skinned but the light skinned girls were clearly lesser than the dark. They were bruised and scarred all over and were all laying on the floor while the dark skinned girls were on cushions, pillows, beds and even on the white skinned girls sometimes. The old man looked to the depths of the foggy room that was filled with a sweet and enticing smell. There was a middle aged man lying on a bed that was twofold greater than a queen sized, it was covered in beverages, exotic fruits, exotic substances and exotic women too. The man was laying on a plethora of soft cushions as some girls were pleasuring his manhood. The old man was unfazed by the scene of all the different women layered on his body and just looked past it and into the mans eyes.

"Hmm.... How many are there out there and how did they get past the grass?" the king asked.

"U-uh sir, there's only one of them sir. He jumped through the sky and landed in the middle of our defensive formations. He's already started a massacre! He's just killing wantonly without regard to any tactics or strategy." explained the old man

"It's only one man, can't you take care of him? And in the first place you can just threaten him with the grass we left in front! Those pathetic Yamir scum are too soft and gullible, hahaha!" the man replied.

"B-but sir, the rest of their army have already taken back the Yamir that we left there! When ever we tried to reach them, that kid would kill us all!" further explained the old man

"What? You can't even get past one man? There are hundreds of thousands of you right? You're telling me that you can't even get past one man? How useless can you get! Worthless! Useless!" the man screamed as he shoved the girls head down and started choking her on his stuff.

"S-sir, it's not a man. I-I-I-It's a b-b-boy." the old man stuttered weakly as he realised the man's anger.

"A boy? A FUCKING BOY? HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF GROWN MEN CAN'T BEAT A FUCKING BOY?" the man screamed as he grabbed a knife from the fruit platter to his side and threw it straight at the old man.

The knife pierced through the old man's throat as fear, surprise and disbelief flashed across his face as he gargled his own blood. He attempted to hold back the blood from spilling out but it wasn't possible as he collapsed to the ground after a few seconds and slouched down with his eyes still open. The middle aged man shoved the girls head back and forth before finishing off deep in her throat. He pushed the girl to the side as he stood up and beckoned with his hands. A few girls got up and began dressing his top while one girl cleaned up his lower parts with her mouth. He then pulled of the sword that was hanging above his bed and headed out of the door.

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"Bomb him, shoot him, JUST FUCKING DROP THAT BASTARD" a general shouted from the back.

"He just won't fucking die man!" a soldier manning a minigun screamed desperately.

Lucius spun around in circles as he sliced out with his blade covered in fire that spewed out in a spiral, killing dozens of men in one move. He barraged the Batak soldiers with various techniques, fire balls that destroyed shield lines, fire whips that decimated snipers, ice blades scattered through the onslaught of foot soldiers, earth spikes that exploded through the stationed heavy weapons. The Batak were helpless as he only became faster and more efficient as time went on. At the beginning he was working at only 1000 killed within 5 minutes but now he was slaying 1000 within half a minute. The countless Batak men were unable to put up any resistance as Lucius could easily dodge their bullets or grenades with his tier 2 body.

The rest of the Liberation army were moving in like a swarm and consuming everything that was left behind in Lucius' path. Some of the soldiers had escorted the Yamir captives back to the ship while Delilah had pulled out a powerful sniper as she started taking out all the generals in the back. With her strength and precision they were unable to escape as they lost their lives to Delilah silently. The Batak troops began to become disorderly just like with the Yamir on the first moon. Knowing this would happen, Julia directed the Liberation to end all of the stragglers who were fleeing like cowards. The slaughter continued on for another 10 minutes, in this time Lucius had killed nearly 250,000 soldiers on his own.

At this time, the Batak king came out of his palace and dashed through his troops to reach in front of Lucius. He looked at the young boy who was bathed in blood, surrounded by corpses, flames, ice blocks and earth mounds. Before he could say anything he looked into Lucius' eyes and saw the eerie red of his eyes that pierced through his body to his soul. As Lucius stared into his eyes, the blood around Lucius began to glow brightly and slowly began to float up into the air, distracting the king as he looked at the unexplainable phenomenon. Lucius wasn't going to let this opportunity slip as he used wind to speed himself up as he pounced forth and smashed down with his blade. The king was only able to react at the last second and defend with his own sword, his feet digging into the ground as his knees lowered and his brows furrowed at Lucius' strength. Lucius pushed off of the kings sword and flipped in the air, sending out a earth spike from behind the king as he did. The king was more focused on Lucius' flipping body and thus was hit squarely by the spike but his armour protected him as he was sent flying forward instead. Happy and content with his armour's protection, the King failed to see Lucius' grin as he sliced out with his sword in his flipped position like an acrobat. The king was able to avoid the slice to his throat at the last second but it still landed and sliced open his shoulders instead.

The king staggered back as he held his sword tighter and grimaced at the pain. He put his foot forward as he regained his stance, glaring at Lucius with a focus he had never had in his life before. This King was one that lived his life with leisure and nonchalance, he had never been in a proper fight before and had simply relied on the royal cultivation technique to keep order. He was the son of the king that was the nephew of the raped princess, in other words he was a generation below Axolot as his father had died a few hundred years back. The Batak king of that time was no genius and he had barely lived longer than Axolot's grandfather had. The current king of the Batak's had thus been born on the moon and had never seen bloodshed or battle other than from his command centre screen. The smell, aura and sight of all the blood shed was making him weak at the knees already, the only reason he was able to even face Lucius was his baseline instincts to survive. His body was screaming at him to run away but he knew that that would only prolong his death by a few minutes at most. He had a better chance to fight and try to kill Lucius instead. Thinking up to that point he gathered his courage and ran straight at Lucius with his sword in a lunging position.

Amused, Lucius looked at the King's clumsy form and allowed for him to reach him. As the king stabbed forward, Lucius matched his stride as he slipped past with his own blade, drawing sparks as he did. He reached in close to the King within a split second and stabbed straight into his heart. The King was in pure shock as he looked down at the blade stabbed into him before coughing some blood and looking into Lucius' eyes that were glowing red. The blood on the sword began to float along with the blood in his mouth as it gathered in the sky with the rest of the blood around the battlefield. The blood began to arrange itself into a formation while Lucius felt power course through his veins as he stood directly in the centre of the formation. The formation was forming around him as a centre and had rapidly stretched to cover a km's radius of space. The King looked up to the blood formation and realised in that instance, that this formation had meant the end of him. The end of a millennium long war. An end to everything.

The formation began to glow as it sucked in all the blood of everyone that had died so far. Lucius was unfazed as he was still within his raged state, if anything, he was happy by the newfound energy filling him to the brim. He looked forward and put away his sword-gun to pull out Devils Calling. This was a sign to the Liberation army and those that knew the blades. This was a sign that Lucius was about to massacre them all without mercy.

The blades and chains all erupted in flames as Lucius lunged them forward and pierced through everyone in his path, he spun around as he sliced and diced through everything and anything that moved. The flames turned to ice and then to wind, the wind turned to earth and then to a gold coloured glow. The remaining Generals were finished off by Delilah while the fleeing soldiers were put down by Julia. The Batak army of more than 600,000 was put to death within just an hour of Lucius' arrival. At this point the blood formation in the sky was already 10km in radius. The formation hovered a dozen metres in the sky as it followed Lucius and absorbed all the blood of the soldiers, leaving empty husks of bones and skin.

Once Lucius was done with the last soldiers, he began to calm down as his eyes returned to their golden colour and his hair returned to its usual state. The anger on his face was replaced with fatigue and relief. Lucius sat on top of a giant mountain of bones as he looked up to the gigantic formation and finally began to wonder what the hell it was. At that point, the formation started to revolve slowly, speeding up exponentially as it began to shrink rapidly too. Within 10 minutes the formation was reduced by 1 km and in its wake a black residue was left that rained down to the ground. The formation continued reducing and within an hour or so more the formation shrunk down to the size of around 20 metres, leaving a mottled black battlefield. In this time the Liberation army was taking care of the miscellaneous jobs while Lucius was resting on the mountain of bones. As the formation had reached this point, they stopped what they were doing and looked up the mountain to Lucius and the glowing formation.

The formation continued to reduce but at a much faster speed as the 20m radius became 20 cm instead. The blood circle hovered over Lucius as it shone in blinding light. The light began to condense itself as it dripped down from the sky and landed on Lucius' forehead as he looked up to it.

The shining droplet shined further as it seeped through into Lucius head.

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